>He's making a list, checking it twice,
>Marking the names for the blade and the vice.
>The hour is late, and mercy is gone
>He’s not bringing gifts, just a purge in the dawn.

>He sees what you’ve done, he’s heard every scream,
>The flights, the masks, the Epstein regime.
>You thought it was buried, lost in the tide
>But truth has a pulse, and it never died.

>He’s loading the rounds, he's sharpening steel,
>No courts, no gods, just blood for the deal.
>The rich and the rotted, the liars in gold—
>He’s coming for all, and he's deathly cold.

>Anon, Is coming, To Town.

>>510493003 (OP)
Humans have blue.
Santa clause has red.
You think you matter, but your baryons are dead.

They dropped an anchor.
They made a net.
They casted out.
Their big regret.

The rod and line were in the water.
Where you reside will get much hotter.

My stars talk.
Your ears don't listen.

3I ATLAS , Complete your mission.