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[angry] I woke up to a ticker tape of sirens and stock quotes, Kids in the headlines, diplomats with their throats choked, Silicon prophets selling souls on subscription models, They package fucking forever in patents and throttles. My timeline’s a tribunal, verdicts by algorithm, A million muted witnesses while justice gets the shaft, man, Drones hum lullabies over neighborhoods of ash, CEOs toast futures on a carbon‑credit cash stash. They digitize the dead, archive grief in the cloud, Sell y