On a sunless screen,
stories are woven by invisible hands.
Truth belongs to no one,
only to echoes controlled
by algorithms.
It is said:
The world is in our grasp,
but its grip is tightening.
It is said:
Liberation lies at the end of suffering;
but we keep running.
Look at the cities that stand,
built on unpaid debts.
Look at the humans racing
to chase dreams,
selling in the windows of invisible shopping malls.
New gods whisper from the sky,
Artificial intelligence and biotechnology form castes:
Only money can rewrite bodies and destinies.
Do we really believe
this place, belongs to us?
Or, are we just pawns in a game of time,
with rules we never made?
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