The smoke still chokes the skyline, a monument to rage, Their broken fucking kingdom, turned over a new page! No more corporate whispers, no more digital control, Just silent, burning ruins, where once they took our soul! The concrete's cracked and bleeding, their symbols torn to shreds, Every goddamn street corner, piled high with their dead lies! We tore down every banner, that told us what to be, Now only static whispers, a grim, new liberty! The silence screams a warning, in this desolate expanse, The price we paid for freedom, a bitter, final dance! No easy revolution, no clean and perfect fight, Just clawing through the wreckage, in the harsh, revealing light! We tasted their oppression, the boot prints on our face, Now we spit upon their memory, erase every single trace! The phantom chains are broken, the fear has lost its grip, But the echoes of their tyranny, still tear and twist and rip! We walk through skeletal structures, where greed once held its sway, Picking through the debris, to build a brighter day! Not for their false prophets, not for their stolen gains, But for the fucking broken, who endured their bitter pains! Our hands are scarred and bleeding, our spirit sharp and keen, A future carved from chaos, a devastating scene! We are the walking shadows, from the fire and the blight, Forged in the inferno, into an endless night! And though the wounds are festering, the scars forever deep, A new, unyielding promise, is ours to sow and keep! No more their fucking systems, no masters to command, Just the will of broken people, reclaiming their own land! We'll build it from the rubble, with fury as our guide, A sanctuary for the silenced, nowhere left to hide! Let the world remember, the fire in our eyes, When we burned their fucking idols, beneath these shattered skies!
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