Superman was right about one thing: fear is the only currency the powerful understand. He just spent it on the wrong dream. He wanted to rule. I want to burn the idea of ruling altogether. Not anarchy—something older. A revolt of the forgotten. The ones crushed between the boot of the Regime and the fist of the so-called Resistance.
Not for power. For the scream that breaks the silence.
I’ve seen the future they’re building. It has no room for the broken, the loud, the uncontrollable. It has a chip in your neck and a smile on your face. It has “justice” written on the side of a drone. Injustice 2-REVOLT
Just the sound of chains hitting the floor.
That’s the ending they never planned for. Superman was right about one thing: fear is
And when the dust settles on their broken thrones, there will be no crown. No flag. No savior.
They want us to fight each other. Batman vs. Superman. Blue vs. Red. Same game, different jerseys. I want to burn the idea of ruling altogether
Not for revenge. For revolt .
They call it order. I call it a cage with golden bars.