Chat what if I do go to one of the protests here and hide my face and shit
✶ everything goes.
Chat what if I do go to one of the protests here and hide my face and shit
I still don’t have the passport of this place so I’d be cooked if I were to ever go back to Iran
مردمم نشستن دارن داد میزنن وسط خیابونا دارن میجنگن و من نشستم دارم شبیه سگ نگاه میکنم از اینطرف دریای گوه.
Forwarded from 🕸 The Spiderverse™ (🕷️ 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳.)
our people aren't fighting a corrupt regime with a corrupt religion to jump straight into another corrupt religion
and don't dirty our flag with your filth. fuck you
and don't dirty our flag with your filth. fuck you
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Forwarded from 🕸 The Spiderverse™ (🕷️ 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳.)
shut the fuck up don't associate our people with the retarded MAGAs
✶ everything goes.
HOYO-MiX & AURORA – Nod-Krai
Oh, moon, beloved song, don't bring me to darkness
Doves, from the golden city, carry my songs
Doves, carry a precious song so that I can, too, mourn the ill fate
In the land of the unholy, does she still mourn her divine fate?
When will we finally be free from such misery?
Why does our homeland now lie under thorns?
Where are you, benevolent mistress?
Why do you not cast your gentle light?
Here is, dark, unhappy land - truth is useless against lies
Miss moon, where are you leading us?
We will go wherever you lead us
We would rather let the night consume the light
Than be false in radiance
We shall not sing mournful songs
Even if we cry for our people
But crying will not take calamity away
Nor can it return the dream of our homeland
She was oppressed and overpowered
The golden city, devoured by flames
But we shall be reborn
Hope will lead us home.
Doves, from the golden city, carry my songs
Doves, carry a precious song so that I can, too, mourn the ill fate
In the land of the unholy, does she still mourn her divine fate?
When will we finally be free from such misery?
Why does our homeland now lie under thorns?
Where are you, benevolent mistress?
Why do you not cast your gentle light?
Here is, dark, unhappy land - truth is useless against lies
Miss moon, where are you leading us?
We will go wherever you lead us
We would rather let the night consume the light
Than be false in radiance
We shall not sing mournful songs
Even if we cry for our people
But crying will not take calamity away
Nor can it return the dream of our homeland
She was oppressed and overpowered
The golden city, devoured by flames
But we shall be reborn
Hope will lead us home.
Why do you mourn?
For whom do you mourn?
Why do you weep?
For whom do you weep?
We beseech you, rise, new moon, oh new moon, pure and unblemished
With you, I cast off suffering, and for all living things, wipe away their tears
For whom do you mourn?
Why do you weep?
For whom do you weep?
Oh new moon, illuminate this land once more (Awaken, awaken, new moon, even if all that remains is torment)
Like white doves soaring through the night (Even if shame and agony gnaw at our hearts through day and night)
Like an azure sea that washes away all evil (But the moon will rise again, and we and our hearts will not be silent)
For those who believe in you and hope for tomorrow (You will hear the roar of the tides, then laughter and cheer in its wake)
We beseech you, rise, new moon, oh new moon, pure and unblemished
With you, I cast off suffering, and for all living things, wipe away their tears