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Growth - To Mars!
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They bled the Earth dry
Filthy billionaires
Soar through the dead sky
To reach their new lair
For centuries they have despoiled
Coerced, killed and forced into toil
As they burn the last drop of oil
They workers are now left to broil
Huge profits secured and stacked
For voracious trophozoits
There’s nothing left to extract
Too few people to exploit
As they fly through the mesosphere
Aboard their high-tech Noah’s Ark
They look down one last time and sneer
Before diving in to the dark
The Earth they destroyed
Filthy billionaires
Soar through the dark void
To reach their new lair
Industrial technocracy
This new space aristocracy
Is heading to the Red planet
Where no man has done business yet
A new place to desecrate
Ressources to burn away
To thwart a bleak earthly fate
Keep thriving in luxury
Upon this new territory
They’ll set a gruesome colony
Using lab-grown slaves from stem cells
They won’t have rebellions to quell
When they exhaust Mars
Filthy billionaires
Will fly to the stars / reach for the stars
To find a new lair
There’s no hope to be found
When the rich leave the earth
For plebs trapped on the ground
There will be no rebirth
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The air is oppressive in the mines;
Corridors, twisting and claustrophobic.
Working my fingers to the bone,
As I push my body past reasonable limits.
Another torn ligament,
Another heavy machinery accident.
No resources for safety protocols,
If I die they'll just crack another stasis pod.
And when I sleep,
Whispers come to me,
I can't quite tell,
Are they in my head or are they real?
And I'm starting to doubt
That there's no way out.
Everyone's always told me
That there's no other way to be.
But I'm getting angry
With how this work pains me
There's nothing to lose but my chains.
Enough whispers have led me here,
Furtive glances, subtle motions.
To the ancient, decommissioned tunnels;
Long throught to be sealed off.
Disused equipment lines the walls,
Repaired and organized.
We've always known our true nature:
Clones, engineered to be strong and obedient.
But everyone has a breaking point,
And we're long past ours.
Plasma cutters and remote charges,
No one else has the expertise.
The tools of oppression become our weapons,
For the Red Tunnel Rebellion.
There is no doubt,
This is the only way out.
And now I see
That maybe we can be free.
We've gotten angry,
The guards have grown lazy,
I understand now
That my people can save me.
We will unite,
We will strike in the night,
We have nothing to lose but our chains.
Every shock prod returned at once!
Every blow from a truncheon, condensed into a blast!
Plasma torches slice armor with ease,
Beam drill cuts like some kind of laser guillotine!
This violent rout
Was always the only way out
For the first time I'm free
To shape my destiny.
This is our dawn, this is our age,
Born of our strife and of our rage.
There are no owners, there are no kings,
We commit ourselves to greater things.
We do the work, we share the gains,
No one is made to labor through pain.
To dream of equity is a mark of the sane,
To create a world unbound by chains.
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Growth France
Industrial black metal manufacturer since 2007.
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