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Threezus 3:16 - 31
And Threezus stood upon the shore of the great Erie Lake, whose waters are grey and ancient and have swallowed enough disappointment to qualify as holy.
And he saw the beast rising.
And the beast was the Top 1%.
It was what the masses had always needed and what they feared with an apocalyptic dread.
Raw, unfiltered, and completely f’ng unhinged.
And the beast had a mark.
And those who did not bear the mark were not cursed. They were simply just marks.
And the beast rose and the final trumpet sounded.
And the trumpet said ‘go home.’
And everyone knew what go home meant.
I think.
Those without the mark could not draw.
And drawing is buying. And buying is selling.
And selling is the one thing the industry pretends does not matter until the bookers could no longer hide behind their scrolls.
IWC cried out about booking, or ticket prices, or… whatever.
And Threezus looked upon all of the business.
The enhancement souls.
The future stars stuck in tomorrow.
The lukewarm prophets canonized by the net.
The money marks who pour out their silver and gold like mir, yet remained blind and clueless.
And Threezus was, Selah, unbothered.
Unbothered.
For the mark was never theirs to refuse.
The 1% simply, exists.
And you either are. Or you are not.
And I am WHO I am.
And a great voice came from the threshold.
And the voice said:
“You’re a Carter. The World needs you.”
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