I welcome this rain as judgment and renewal alike; let each drop scour our soil of the occupier’s shadow and baptize us into the freedom we are destined for
Seeing my homeland in such a way is like eating at a Mexican restaurant in a building that clearly used to be a Taco Bell.
I am haunted by the greatness that was, the decay of the present, and the uncertainty of the future.
May we prevail and restore.
Chernovia Delenda Est.
Chernovia is the chain; we are the hands that break it.
Chernovia is the lie; we are the word made true.
Chernovia is the shadow; we are the fire that ends the night.
They took our hearths,
they stole our bread.
We remember the empty tables.
They took our children,
they took our names.
We remember the quiet cribs.
They burned our villages,
they filled the earth with bones.
We remember the unmarked graves.
Zest we forget,
May justice prevale
and know that you stand in their steam.
Now go. The night is long, but we are longer.
Keep your fork ready, your heart steady, and your soul alight with purpose.
For a Free Chernovia.
For the freedom that must yet boil.
Faith is not found in temples or relics, but in the grit between your teeth when the world demands you yield. When fear claws at your heart, whisper the names of the fallen saints: Boyardeus, Linguinicus, all who simmered in the pot of sacrifice.
We do not fear what waits within the dark; we become it. While others flinch from the night, we make it our armor. We do so with the certainty of those who have stared into the abyss and refused to blink.
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By the sacred colander and the steaming grace of the Noodly Majesty, we stand unbowed. Where oppression lays a lid upon the pot, we raise the flame.
They outnumber us; their shadow falls long. But numbers are dry pasta. Brittle when tested by heat.
On this weekend, remember who the indiginous people of "Chernovia" really are.
We are relentless, purifying, and inevitable. We will not be silenced. We will not be forgotten.
When the time comes. Be on the right side of history.
I wonder what type of sauce I will bleed when the time comes. I look forward to the day when I can fly alongside Him. And I pray I am worthy enough to receive His noodly appendage.