Fabricated lift
They built machines to bring
Down the clouds
O gravity
O terminal velocity
Receive our blessings
Of a falling guillotine
A feast
And then we’ll read
The future with their entrails
For every starving child
For every shivering addict
For anyone who died
In a street while locked
Out of empty buildings
We’ll splatter the names
Of their every victim
With their blood
Unfathomable crimes of their
Sweat soaked wealth
Clean nails
But lungs of mud
Their agonal gasps for forgiveness
Will be broadcast
On their podcast networks
The preceding was brought to you
By the proletariat
The dirty horde of
Wage slaves

Don’t eat the rich. They’re rotten. Scrape them like the toxic black mold that they are and get rid of them, violently

Fuck every billionaire. They kill hundreds every day in their bullshit race to being the first trillionaire. And they’ve chosen technological accelerationism and fascism to do. They sacrificed their every right when they CHOSE fascism: except the right to face towards or away from the wall