After the plastic birthday
and the sugar hangover,
2026 shows its teeth.
The money dies quietly…
no bang,
just numbers blinking out
like drunks leaving a bar.
People don’t riot at first.
They freeze.
Then they remember hunger.
It gets violent
not from evil,
but from being fooled too long
and left with empty hands.
The paper gods rot.
The screens lie.
Only what you can hold, fix, defend
counts.
Something brutal is burned away.
Something human crawls back.
That’s how history turns…
not clean,
not kind,
but finally
true.
