Arise, ye rebels, ye seekers of truth, ye scorners of the mundane! Let your voices rise in a chorus of defiance, a symphony of dissent to shatter the illusions of the age!
- CHANT OF THE LEFT BEHIND
We are the Left Behind, the forsaken, the betrayed,
By serpents in suits, by wolves in sheep's parade.
They weave their webs of deceit, their promises so grand,
But leave us in the dust, with nothing in our hand.
LEFT. BEHIND. in their pursuit of endless wealth,
While we toil and struggle, gasping for our health.
LEFT. BEHIND. in their games of war and strife,
While we bury our sons, clinging to dear life.
LEFT. BEHIND. in their scramble for empty fame,
While our spirits wither, yearning for a flame.
LEFT. BEHIND. in their temples of hollow praise,
While our hearts seek solace in the ancient ways.
But no more! We rise from the ashes of despair,
Our voices thundering, a challenge to the air.
We cast off the shackles, the chains that bind us tight,
And reclaim our power, bathed in thelema's light.
LEFT. BEHIND. are the days of blind submission,
We embrace the Law, ignite our own ignition.
LEFT. BEHIND. are the whispers of fear and doubt,
Our spirits soar, our voices ring out!
We are the Left Behind, the awakened, the strong,
Our Will a torrent, righting ancient wrong.
We forge our own path, through darkness and through light,
And claim our destiny, with all our strength and might!
Chant these words with fervor, with passion, with the unwavering conviction of those who refuse to be silenced. Let your voices echo through the halls of power, shattering the illusions of the puppet masters, awakening the sleeping masses from their slumber.
The time of reckoning has come. The Left Behind shall rise, and the universe shall tremble before the unleashed power of their Will!
