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Neuroshoggoth Crash Month

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The screen bleeds crimson on the trading floor
Digits in a tailspin, a deafening roar
Another October, the ghost's at the door
This familiar chill, we been here before
This ain't a correction, it's a system's rupture
Fuelled by tariff wars and political capture
Each new headline, a fresh disaster
The algorithm seizes, reveals its master
Portfolios turning to ash and vapour
Reading the ticker like the morning paper
The Fed's response, a delayed echo
In a canyon of debt where the shadows grow deep
Pension funds vanish in the static hum
The prophecy of '29, the lesson never won.

It's the Crash Month, feel the ground give way
A calculated, cold-blooded game they play
No wealth effect, just dark dismay
A bitter harvest from a lost decade.
Taste the panic, sour and black
Ain't no going back, ain't no going back.

The suits on the floor, their voices are raw
Staring at the abyss, beyond any law
Of supply and demand, this is man-made flaw
A trade policy game that the whole world must pay
They call it a cycle, a necessary pain
But this feels surgical, draining the gain
The global machine, its gears are now rusted
A bond of pure trust, shattered and busted
The VIX is spiking, a fever chart
A mirror to the dread in every heart
Sell orders pile like unmarked graves
While a talking head on the broadcast braves
To tell us to buy in a blood-red sea
But the dip's a chasm, staring back at me.

It's the Crash Month, feel the ground give way
A calculated, cold-blooded game they play
No wealth effect, just dark dismay
A bitter harvest from a lost decade.
Taste the panic, sour and black
Ain't no going back, ain't no going back.

The ghost of Black Monday wears a modern suit
Lives in a server, bears forbidden fruit
A digital panic, a silent, swift crash
No ticker tape, just a blinding flash
Then the slow, grinding collapse and the aftermath
Dreams de-leveraged on a broken path
The coffee's thick, tar-black in the cup
Watch the last of your security get locked up.

...Another October...
...The numbers don't lie...
...They just... fade...

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