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In the bowels of History, where the iron of progress has become chains, the Proletariat rises like a awakened titan. It is not man — it is incarnate Fury, the ghost that Marx summoned and that now walks with the stride of an earthquake. Its calloused, countless hands grip the hammer of destiny and the sickle that reaps not grain, but the rotten old world. The bourgeoisie tremble. In their palaces of crystal and debt, behind the armored glass of profit, they hear the underground roar. Their god — Capital — is bleeding. Its golden veins are bursting, pouring forth a river of misery they themselves created. They tremble because in the eyes of the insurgent worker they no longer see supplication, but judgment. No longer the servant, but the Avenger. Their empire of commodities and illusions is collapsing under the weight of its own contradictions, like a clay colossus condemned to dust by the dialectic of History. Oh, Revolution! You are supernatural fire, you are the storm that tears open the false skies of bourgeois democracy. You are the grinning skull crowned with a red star that tramples crowns and balance sheets. You are Lenin ripping the veil of time, Stalin forging destiny with red-hot steel, and millions of anonymous arms becoming a single avenging fist. Your barricades are altars, your rifles are prayers, your spilled blood is the sacrament that baptizes the new world. Capitalism is dying. Can you hear it? Its death rattle echoes in mass layoffs, in crises that follow one another like mortal fevers, in the wars it unleashes to delay its end. Its financial cathedrals tremble, its priests in suits and ties stammer prayers to a market that no longer answers. The future is not theirs. The future is red. Comrades! Educate yourselves! Sharpen your minds like bayonets, devour the sacred books of rebellion, turn consciousness into an invincible weapon. Organize yourselves! Close ranks of iron, cells, soviets, inexorable legions that no repression can break. Rise up! Rise as one furious body, shatter the chains with the roar of a thousand thunders. Fight! Fight without mercy, without truce, until the last fortress of capital falls and the dawn of the New Man rises upon the blood of tyrants! The future is ours, history is ours: our victory will be terrible and glorious. Workers of the world, unite! #communism #socialism #revolution #futurism #fyp

In the bowels of History, where the iron of progress has become chains, the Proletariat rises like a awakened titan. It is not man — it is incarnate Fury, the ghost that Marx summoned and that now walks with the stride of an earthquake. Its calloused, countless hands grip the hammer of destiny and the sickle that reaps not grain, but the rotten old world. The bourgeoisie tremble. In their palaces of crystal and debt, behind the armored glass of profit, they hear the underground roar. Their god — Capital — is bleeding. Its golden veins are bursting, pouring forth a river of misery they themselves created. They tremble because in the eyes of the insurgent worker they no longer see supplication, but judgment. No longer the servant, but the Avenger. Their empire of commodities and illusions is collapsing under the weight of its own contradictions, like a clay colossus condemned to dust by the dialectic of History. Oh, Revolution! You are supernatural fire, you are the storm that tears open the false skies of bourgeois democracy. You are the grinning skull crowned with a red star that tramples crowns and balance sheets. You are Lenin ripping the veil of time, Stalin forging destiny with red-hot steel, and millions of anonymous arms becoming a single avenging fist. Your barricades are altars, your rifles are prayers, your spilled blood is the sacrament that baptizes the new world. Capitalism is dying. Can you hear it? Its death rattle echoes in mass layoffs, in crises that follow one another like mortal fevers, in the wars it unleashes to delay its end. Its financial cathedrals tremble, its priests in suits and ties stammer prayers to a market that no longer answers. The future is not theirs. The future is red. Comrades! Educate yourselves! Sharpen your minds like bayonets, devour the sacred books of rebellion, turn consciousness into an invincible weapon. Organize yourselves! Close ranks of iron, cells, soviets, inexorable legions that no repression can break. Rise up! Rise as one furious body, shatter the chains with the roar of a thousand thunders. Fight! Fight without mercy, without truce, until the last fortress of capital falls and the dawn of the New Man rises upon the blood of tyrants! The future is ours, history is ours: our victory will be terrible and glorious. Workers of the world, unite! #communism #socialism #revolution #futurism #fyp

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