/soy/ - Soyjaks

ISSrael won
Third worldists and shitskins will seethe, aryans will agree

We are the speakers on the evening news
With tidy words and careful views
We smooth the edges, trim the truth
And sell it back as living proof

We are the authors of the plan
The chart, the graph, the helping hand
We solve the problems we define
Then celebrate the grand design

We file the forms, we stamp the page
We calibrate the proper phrase
We turn the noise to measured tone
And call the outcome “widely known”

My name is MoonMetropolis and I’m pushing 30
Watching statements get rewritten till they’re clean and sturdy
Every line’s a compromise, every truth deferred
Every question answered with a slightly different word

We are the keepers of the frame
We shift the lens, rename the game
What once was doubt is now resolved
By terms that no one quite recalls

We close the case, we dim the light
We mark it done, we mark it right
And if it echoes down the years—
We’ll edit out the inconvenient parts.

>>16011849 (OP)
>>We are the soldiers of the IDF
>>The worlds most moral army
>>and we have discovered a solution to
>>a most perplexing quarry

bump

>>16011862
the last two lines don't rhyme:

And if it echoes down the years—
We’ll edit out the inconvenient parts.

>>16011884
We are the speakers on the evening news
With polished tones and curated views
We smooth the edges, trim the truth
And sell it back as living proof

We are the authors of the plan
The chart, the graph, the guiding hand
We solve the problems we define
Then certify the grand design

We file reports, we stamp the page
We calibrate the proper phrase
We turn the noise to measured tone
And call the outcome “widely known”

My name is MoonMetropolis and I’m pushing 30
Watching language get refined until it’s clean and sturdy
Every statement re-aligned, every doubt deferred
Every answer carefully rewritten, re-asserted

We are the keepers of the frame
We shift the lens, we rename the game
What once was chaos, now is signed
In footnotes no one has the time to find

We close the case, we dim the light
We mark it done, we mark it right
And if it echoes down the years—
We’ll smooth it over, line by line in tiers