Escape Plan from Muckraker by He Was A God

Hemmed in by earthly walls. Sights on sky; cosmos calls. Loopholes found; coffers filled. Cosmos bound. Blood’s been spilled. Resource drain, no concern. Cash flow strain: never learn. Black lung mine had no chance—borrowed time. Worker ants look so small from the sky, slowly crawl. Fly so high; last frontier. Table scraps. Course is clear. System traps!

Like the feudal lords of old squeezing tight the stranglehold. As we’re running out of room, they can sense impending doom. But he’ll not go down with the rest when he can raid the treasure chest. The escape plan is in place. He’ll watch us burn from outer space. And all those people that were used, their blood and sweat turned into fuel. The sick and the tired and the never learning, the rich and the vile—the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Ignoring while soaring and never concerning yourself to come help while the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place.

No concern. When to leave? Cash to burn—dream achieved! Flight delayed—biding time. Price is paid—legal crime! Like the feudal serfs of old, we suffer in the stranglehold and serve our masters out of fear while the end is drawing near. And all the blood the workers spilled so that your coffers could be filled. The sick and the tired and the never learning, the rich and the vile—the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Ignoring while soaring and never concerning yourself to come help while the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place.

We’re plucking pennies from the ground; the money never trickled down…not ever. How could we not conceive that the story we were told was too good to believe? Yes, it’s a myth concocted to keep us in our place. (Sit down!) His plan: a rocket escaping into space. Worker Bee, Worker Bee come in, clock-in like a drone so they can squeeze the last drop of your blood out from the stone.

And all those people that were used, their blood and sweat turned into fuel. And all the blood those workers spilled, so that your coffers could be filled. The sick and the tired and the never learning, the rich and the vile—the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Ignoring while soaring and never concerning yourself to come help while the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Worker Bees, sweat & toil. Wealth increase; taste the spoil. Ambition—seething vice. Submission at what price?

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