Letras
"They built a world beneath our feet...
Picked who gets in...
And pressed upload."
Buried deep where the light won't reach,
Black budget tunnels and reinforced breach.
National park on the map above,
But below, it's the palace they built for the flood.
September ten, two-point-one trillion,
Vanished beneath the war and the pavilion.
The audit died in a Pentagon wing,
While the future got carved into secret things.
Geo-poles twist, Gates drops a date,
2045 - he donates the state.
But it's not for the poor, not charity's track -
It's bunker bills, and a never-come-back.
This week in the machine - no stairs to climb,
This week in the machine - they sealed the line.
This week in the machine - they watched the maps,
And locked the door with the final collapse.
They open the gates for the chosen few,
Afrikaners shipped in with a flag brand new.
Farms seized back in the southern lands,
But asylum's decided by American hands.
White, Christian, rural, proud -
Imported values to please the crowd.
While Gaza burns, and Haitians drown,
These get gold, and the rest get ground.
It's not rescue - it's narrative craft,
A demographic gift in a post-truth draft.
Import the loyal, deport the noise,
Elect the future with preselected toys.
This week in the machine - the entries screened,
This week in the machine - select the gene.
This week in the machine - reset the fold,
And swap the players for the ones they mold.
Starlink's not just bandwidth wide -
It's switch-flipped war with satellites.
"I could turn it off," Musk brags again,
And armies freeze without the mainframe's spin.
Tariffs drop for compliance now,
Approve the grid or face the plow.
DOGE promised to trim the waste,
But turned out just another taste...
Of privatized empire, dressed in code,
With every node a panopticon node.
The surface is broke, but still we scroll,
While they bunker below to ride the pole.
Who gets to run? Who gets to hide?
Who gets the data? Who gets to decide?
A new map drawn with wires and wealth,
A new border built through digital stealth.
And those not chosen to join the plan -
Aren't survivors.
They're just... surface man.
This week in the machine - the veil pulled back,
This week in the machine - the world went black.
This week in the machine - they drew the line,
And left the rest to... realign.