Geniuses don't grow (healthy) under
a Musk-, Bezos- or Thiel-tree
they grow fear and obedience
and spread seeds of complicity
sell black beans to the wealthy
Gods who sell they help
humanity shall drown all
like a clown fall with no one
to help but a frown
from the brows of
those last eyes...
might just be... Me! !
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