System

You were born free. Then the System snapped an invisible iron collar around your ankle before you could even cry. Money isn't a tool—it's the operating system of your mind. Debt is your birth certificate. Consumption is your oxygen. Freedom is the myth they sell you to keep you running on the treadmill.This is the autopsy of modern slavery: no cabal, no lizard people—just a blind, ravenous algorithm devouring time, souls, and soil. The velvet trap is closing. The illusion is cracking.Wake up. Cut the leather. See the sky.The System isn't broken.It's working exactly as designed.And you're still paying the bill.