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Who You Are

Off The Floor

They burned the witches to warm the square, Laughed with ale while the screams split air. They fed the lions men who spoke, And clapped like crowdwork was bespoke.

They cheered at gallows, Raised glasses at flames, Called it “justice” Then forgot the names.

The mob ain’t monsters— Just men in dress, Born into violence They called progress.

We trace that thread from crucifix wood To spreadsheets soaked in synthetic blood. Merchant marine in 1803 Just loading crates—don’t look, don’t see. You play your part, You don't ask “why”— That’s how good people Let millions die.

We ain’t born evil— We’re born to belong. And that need to fit in Makes good folks wrong. Rome fed lions with conscience killers, Britain shipped flesh while toasting thrillers. Germans weren’t devils, They were dads with boots— Filing numbers, Losing truths.

We’re wired for order, We’re tuned to obey, Same instinct that stacked bricks In Pharaoh’s day. It lets us build, But lets us blind— Horror passed In culture’s bind. Gender roles? Legal theft? Every age had its quiet death.

It’s design, not defect. Architecture, not sin. That’s how systems win When the gears lock in. Culture installs like sleep— You don’t question the cage When the bars run deep. Women as property, Children in coal— We adapted to it And played the role.

Now we scroll As Gaza weeps, Buy sweatshop threads, Stack carbon heaps. Can’t solve rent But fund trillion war, Feed kids ads While oceans pour. It’s not that we’re evil— It’s that we comply. We inherit the blueprint And never ask why.

But yo— This ain’t Rome. This ain’t Berlin. This is pixels on fire And truth logged in. Priests can’t gate it. States can’t bind it. The algorithm knows— You can’t unfind it. Change moves now At the speed of thought, And silence? That’s the lesson you bought.

So ask: When your job gets passed like debt, Will they thank you Or call you regret? Were you the cop who just “did his role”? Or the admin who signed The foreclosure scroll? Are you the teacher who told kids “That’s how it is”? Or the whisper in the break That cracked the grid?

If you can feel it— If your gut turns cold— Then this is the moment To break the mold. Not with fists, But refusal to fake. Not with rage, But the courage to wake. You won’t shift an age In a single scream— But a million small “no’s” Redirect the stream. Don’t let them file you As a cog that lasts— Stand in the silence. Shatter the mask.



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