AD Culvain and the Cuthalion

 Break the Chain They sit on thrones of numbers and lies Counting gold while the planet dies Drinking wine from the workers’ pain Pulling levers, dodging blame They whisper stories in our ears About strangers we should fear And while we fight in the dirt and dust Their towers rise, untouched by rust They say look left, they say look right But never at the men in flight Above the storm, above the war Who always walk through every door It’s time to break the chains they hide Expose the greed they try to guide They want us torn and fighting blind But we’re not deaf, and we’re not kind To tyrants fat with stolen gain Who wash their hands while we feel pain Unite the broken, deaf to shame And call the enemy by name They teach us who to hate and why While they strip the oceans dry Build their rockets to the stars And sell us homes in stacked-up jars They laugh while we debate the scraps Hand us dreams, then spring the traps Tell us someone else took all our bread While they feast on...

 echo echo echo They spit—click-flick—venom in volts shadow-limbed, half-hinged insults Their gospel’s static, glitchy bark Truth’s a shipwreck in the dark Tongue-spun tremors, spineless breeze no anchor, just teeth in the trees Noise folds time, turns bone to doubt a swarm of maybes spirals out Echoes echo—echo echo— in halls that hum no floor, no echo Gravity’s gone, logic’s a ghost scroll-fed lies with morning toast Fact-check’s flicker, no one knew— a phantom drifting through the queue Syntax slips, the frame unwinds Truth evaporates in real-time They dine on dread, on threadbare screams Stirring smoke into machine dreams Tales warp, repeat, degrade, obey a looping tape in slow decay Feed the feed—the fear, the need seeded greed in pixelled creed We drown in drip-fed narrative numbed to feel, too live to give Mirror-split prism-shard thoughtstorm rage refracts in geometric form Strobe the lies with ultraviolet Let truth spark riot in the quiet Hang the hush on scaffolded...

 grindgrindgrind grindgrindgrind— my jaw, my mind chewing glass, spitting flags you talk like rust you walk like dust you bleed bleach and beg for masks say it’s “just a joke” say it “used to be better” say “go back” say “not all of us” say “I’m just saying” say “what about them” say nothing say nothing I’ve seen your smirk, your whisper behind the cough your handshake like a noose your eyes—coin-flip cold like you own the goddamn oxygen you point with a map you burned you cry “they’re angry” when we’re already ashes already gasping already learning to walk with knees on necks with names erased with clocks that only go back you you YOU. are the fire you fear are the echo in the smear are the wall in the mirror are the boot in the dream are the nail in the hymn are the rot in the “great” in the “again” in the “why can’t we just” I want your statues dusted your slogans drowned your history unspooled your silence made loud I want you to see with eyes not your own through windows you’v...