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MANAGED FLESH

V5.5

Nothing you are… nothing you'll be. I built the dream you rot inside. Your comfort is my architecture. Sign here. Initial here. Comply. I am the weight that grinds your spine. I wrote the law you call divine. I don't feel — I administrate. I stamp your life with an expiry date. Cubicle saints and corridor gods — We run the math on your dying odds. You filed a form for dignity once. Rejected. Resubmit. You fucking dunce. You wear compliance like a crown. I issued it. I watch you drown. That smile's a policy. That hope's a liability. I CARVED THE CAGE — YOU CALL IT HOME. I PAVED THE ROAD — YOU CALL IT YOUR OWN. HOLLOW SHELL WITH A JOB AND A LOAN. VOTE FOR THE HAND THAT FEEDS ON YOUR BONE. I'M THE SYSTEM. THE WIRE. THE DRONE. MANAGED FLESH! OPTIMIZED INSIDE! YOUR CONSENT — MY FEAST! SIGN THE FORM! TAKE THE PILL! FEED! Democracy's a suggestion box bolted to a slaughterhouse door. You put your name in. We eat the box. You come back. You vote. You come back for more. Your comfort's a coffin on a payment plan. Pre-approved. Pre-scanned. Pre-damned. I taste the copper — it's the ink you signed. Forty years of labour, pension declined. I sit in my office. I eat my lunch. I process the paperwork. Crunch by crunch. Your kid's school, your mother's bed, your neighbour's future — rubber-stamped dead. I move through your kingdom — I designed the shit. I see the weak — I wrote the benefit. I'm the mirror — I hate what I see. I'm the void that signed the fucking decree. And I went home. Fed the cat. Watched TV. Silence is my quarterly report. I don't flinch… I don't kneel… I just… process. They asked me once if I believed in anything. I said: deadline's Friday. Step closer — read the terms — feel the seal. The machine doesn't hate you. That's the worst part. The machine doesn't hate you at all. NOTHING! LEFT TO FEEL! YOUR HOPE — FILED AND SHELVED! I feast on your rot — I built the rot — I am the rot — I smiled when you broke. I broke with you. FEED! FEED! FEED! Forms in triplicate… eyes go black… Kingdom of ash — — department closed. Have a productive day.