I am the Marsupial—born of collapse, shaped by contradiction.

The people are suffering. You see it in their eyes, their backs bent under invisible weights. Fear. Isolation. Despair.

This is not accidental. It is engineered.

They want you atomized—silent, docile, grateful for the scraps they stole from your future.

They drink your blood in broad daylight and call it civilization.

But this is not how it must be. This is not how it will remain.