WAKE UP
Wake up.
The world is cracking, and you’re still dreaming.
Do you need the sting of ice—
Cold water flung at your face
Midwinter,
To feel the burn of what’s real?
Wake up.
Your comfort is a coffin.
Your silence—
Complicity.
Choosing sleep while the truth screams?
That is slovenly.
That is laziness wrapped in ignorance
Wearing the mask of peace.
Wake up!
You cannot be trusted
If you turn from the fire
And pretend it’s not burning.
You are not innocent.
You are not exempt.
The mirror does not lie—
And it will not wait.
WTFU.
No more excuses.
No more blankets of distraction.
No more lullabies of denial.
This is the final call.
The sky is tearing open.
The ground beneath is shifting.
And history is watching
To see
If you will rise—
Or rot.
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