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THE TRUTH THEY DON'T TELL YOU COMES WHEN YOU JUMP NOT FALL IAM888 THIS IS THE MISSING TABLET OPEN BOOK OF FLOW 

G STAR (THEFALLTHETRUTH)

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Yo, cities rise, machines hum deep, Signals fly where towers leap. Yet behind the glass and flashing screens, The struggle stays—it still repeats.

Money rules, and wealth divides, Freedom promised, yet denied. They dress it up, they change the name, But the world still plays the same old game.

They suit up sharp, walk with pride, Claim they lead, claim they guide. Yet outside, hunger bites, Cold hands grasp through shattered nights.

A wage exchanged, a shelter bought, Traded hours, stolen thought. They call it work, they call it grind, But history moves in the same old lines.

Rules are written, laws are signed, Yet power stays where wealth aligns. Systems shift, yet chains remain, A modern world—yet forged the same.

They tell the tale of mankind’s rise, Yet shadows stretch behind their lies. They name it new, they call it bright, Yet war and greed still claim the night.

They craft new tech, they shape new tools, Yet minds still break beneath their rules. They fear the end, they fight for ground, Yet history speaks—the past is bound.

Land is taken, wealth is stored, Kings don’t vanish, just change form. Policies shift, but truth is set, Power exists where gold is met.

Armies march, the banners wave, They pledge for peace, yet build more graves. They claim a throne, they mark their reign, Yet cavemen played the same campaign.

The numbers climb, the towers grow, Yet hunger stays, the streets still know. They name it progress, they craft the dream, Yet history lingers, unseen, extreme.

They teach the past, they show the change, Yet war still speaks, its voice remains. Resources claimed, the battles spun, Yet underneath—it’s all undone.

They speak of minds, they push AI, Yet fear still clouds the question "why?" They build the tools, they shape the steel, Yet hesitate to break the wheel.

The cycle turns, the myth repeats, They forge new chains, disguise defeats. History laughs, it knows the call— Mankind stands, yet still will fall.

You name it growth, you call it new, Yet struggle shapes what you construe. Look beyond the silver screens, The past still lives in modern means.

This isn't the future, it’s the past refined, Another empire, another grind. Until the pattern breaks for real, It’s only progress in name, not feel.

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