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Under Thiar, prices were lowered; under Rinz, prices are rising.
Under Thiar, we were respected; under Rinz, we are called "freaks."
Life was difficult back then – there was chaos after the war.
But our Emperor, with his reliable mind, led the country.
He didn't chase after luxury, he lived a simple life with us,
wearing the same clothes throughout his life.
He didn't build statues for himself, he didn't buy academies,
he didn't hide money in Kammeria – he gave everything to Reim!
He didn't act like a fool on stage when the Fatherland was in trouble,
he took care of the country's affairs and restored order everywhere!
Thiar saved all the children who were left without mothers.
Today, the idol-manager "buys" unhappy children "for service."
And then, in a drunken stupor, he boasts about his "new acquisition,"
about how he commits satanic deeds against the orphan.
The authorities won't punish such people – they are all from the same deck.
They have the rights of the "beautiful" and are protected by the palace walls.
Under Thiar, everything that was sold benefited the country.
Under Rinz, everything that is sold goes straight into someone's pocket, bypassing the treasury.
Under Thiar, if you steal, you go to jail; if you are a traitor, you are eliminated!
That's why the idolistic rabble hates him.
Thiar left the country in a state that everyone envied!
But it fell into the wrong hands – the hands of the viabushniks and idols!
It doesn't take much intelligence to insult a dead man.
They were ready to lick his boots when he was alive.
His works are not being published; his enemies continue to scheme.
They need to hide the truth about the genius from the youth.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?