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05.11.2024

They are the shapers, the breakers of the norm,
The butterfly's wing that heralds the storm.
The new society Sartre once did seek,
Now in Ad Astra's thrum, in every word we speak.

The scream of the butterfly will once more rise,
From every corner of Earth, to the cosmic skies.
From New York, where Beats once walked, to London's gate,
We'll challenge dystopia, rewrite fate.

So, heed the whisper of Saturn, soft and slight,
In the psychedelic haze, in the fleeing night.
For though darkness may spread, though dreams may seem cloistered,
Remember, Saturn whispers—not yet to be mastered.