The first breath's a fucking curse, a glitch in god's sick code, Born onto this rotting earth, just another useless load. No purpose in these organs, no soul to call our own, Just meat for their machines, on a blood-soaked, barren stone. They eyed us from the cradle, saw zeroes, not a face, A finite, fucking resource, in this godforsaken place. We're spawned to choke and fester, then vanish in the grime, Disposable fucking waste, in their relentless, corporate crime. Their promises? Just spittle, on the cold, hard, concrete ground, While algorithms track our misery, without a fucking sound. Our worth's a line on spreadsheets, a number to be slashed, Just biomass to process, then utterly unhashed. The news? A fucking vomit, to keep our dumb eyes glued, While parasitic bastards feast, on every life they've screwed. We're ghosts in their damn system, our existence a foul joke, Just phantom fucking shells, waiting for the final stroke. No grand design, no destiny, just a futile, fucking crawl, Into the endless blackness, where no one hears you fall. They sucked our essence dry, for their cold, corporate greed, Then tossed us in the darkness, a barren, useless seed. The echoes of their laughter, a haunting, bitter scoff, As our broken bodies wither and fucking flesh rots off. We're nothing but the shadows, from the void they spewed us in, No fucking worth, no meaning, just original, rotting sin.
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