Delirium, “No!!!” and Light The crowd is right — obey, don’t stray: agree with it and kneel today. At ditch’s edge, where cold winds bite, repent before encroaching Night. Darkness has swallowed this small world, a shabby sphere in shadow hurled. And where the mind is darkened too, the rules grow hard, unkind, and true. War, CowID — a global cage, the crowd sees banners, not the rage. They do not see what flags conceal — a branded lie they call “the real”. The crowd will crush, with fear and spite, the last small scraps of inner light. A calculation cold and grim: the stupid grip will finish him...