The horrors began with a hush <br />as banking empires locked their doors <br />to balance grand consolidations <br />and whittle tender values down. <br /> <br />Upon resurrection, crowds gathered <br />attempting to withdraw marrow wealth. <br />Rotting complacency filled the vaults <br />while floating paper clogged the aisles. <br /> <br />We slumped on curbs without rent, <br />begging for food priced beyond range. <br />Work dwindled with no business loans, <br />seething mobs raged through the streets. <br /> <br />Tricked humans succumbed to changes <br />demanded by the serpent line, <br />implants to track and shape the flesh <br />as decreed by prodigal lies. <br /> <br />Rival factions gathered forces <br />fighting networks of gridwork goons <br />with just sticks and fists aimed to quash <br />haughty golems gunning to kill. <br /> <br />In the cripple caverns, kids wailed <br />at each mortar shell blasting through. <br />Some reached for guns, or drugs, or love, <br />yet seldom did they feel alive. <br /> <br />Above the clamor of destruction <br />rose a voice of reason and passion <br />asking with tenacity why we <br />chose to buy the lies of these tyrants.
