Cotton Candy Execution
They whine about fairness, cry about wealth, and pretend the circus wasn’t rigged from the start.
Meanwhile, the clowns laugh, the lights spin, and the ringmaster counts the spoils.
You wanted justice? You bought a ticket.
You wanted truth? You asked the jester.
And what did the jester give you?
A laugh.
Not out of cruelty—out of prophecy.
Because the ride was always meant to end this way:
sticky hands, empty wallets, and the faint smell of smoke where the sugar burned.
The poor scream.
The rich gloat.
And the rest of you choke on pink sweetness as the blade cuts clean through.
This isn’t tragedy.
It’s entertainment.
And in the end, the only sound left echoing through the carnival is laughter— the kind that makes you realize the game wasn’t lost.
It was fixed.
And yet you still cry because your pockets have moths in them...
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