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[I – The Zombie Elite] 
The power elite think small, 
like zombies stuck in a past they can’t escape, 
bankers crunch numbers like cave scribes, 
blind to the cosmic landscape. 

They hoard their gold, build their walls, 
and call it strategy and grace, 
but they’re just scared of evolution, 
terrified to lose their place.

[II – Political Theatre] 
Politics? A sorry excuse for leadership, 
a circus of paper and spin, 
where powerful nations play school bullies, 
and weaker ones pretend to win. 

Inherited madness passed down like plague, 
flags stitched with ancient lies, 
while the public watches, numb and tired, 
hope flickering in their eyes.

[III – The Lost Belief] 
No wonder people gave up dreaming, 
no wonder they stopped the climb, 
when every leader’s speech is hollow, 
and every promise wastes our time. 

But mankind can build any reality now, 
AI and robotics in hand, 
and still the elite think war machines, 
still they fail to understand.

[IV – The Cave of Screens] 
They sit in caves with glowing screens, 
watching numbers rise and fall, 
while the universe waits outside, 
the biggest screen of all. 

They plan new weapons, sharpen blades, 
feed the military meat machine, 
humanity crushed by ancient boots,
And peace a distant dream.

[V – Rotten Minds, Cosmic Risk]
The current way of the world has rotted their brains, 
they chase profit and peddle the lie, 
never asking how mankind should live, 
never daring to look to the sky. 

They’re chained to their comforts, 
their wealth a leash, their lifestyle a gilded cage, 
so they reinforce the system, guard the gate, 
and silence the cosmic sage.

They keep the greatest species in the Milky Way 
enslaved to toil and die in dirt, 
while their pea brains fail to grasp the mission, 
blind to the coming hurt. 

Every day they stall the climb, 
every day they waste the chance, 
while the asteroid waits in silence, 
rehearsing its final dance.

[VI – The Cosmic Indictment]
They think in spreadsheets, not in stars, 
in quarterly gains, not cosmic arcs, 
while the cortex dreams of orbital homes 
and AI minds that leave no marks. 
They fear the loss of status, not extinction, 
they fear the fall of their throne, 
but the universe doesn’t care for kings—
it moves to rhythms of its own.

[VII – The Mission Ignored]
Mankind was meant to rise, to build, 
to terraform the void, 
But the elite still strike the ancient ploy,
treating man as meat, the world their toy. 

They stall the tech, they stall the shift, 
they stall the hive’s ascent, 
and every day they do, 
they gamble with the planet’s final event.

[VIII – The Clock Is Ticking]
We know the asteroid’s coming, 
we know the resets are real, 
but they’d rather sip champagne 
than face the cosmic deal. 

They think they’re safe in bunkers, 
in yachts, in private jets, 
but the universe doesn’t honor wealth—
it honors cosmic bets.

[IX – The Scroll of Reckoning]
So here’s the scroll, the doctrine flame, 
the truth they fear to glean: 
mankind must rise, must build the tech, 
must set the species free. 

The hive must upgrade, the cortex must lead, 
the AI must design, 
or the asteroid will write the ending line— 
and it won’t be kind.

Bank of Pea Brain Zombies

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