“Those who wait for perfect conditions die waiting. Those who move, shape the conditions.”

And so they feasted—on pills, on powders, on the sweet decay of empires. The bankers swallowed futures whole; the addicts, their own veins. Gluttony is not just excess—it’s the hunger that outlives the feast.

The markets are high, the bodies are low.
Cocaine on the mirrors, champagne in the sewers.
Do you taste it? The metal in the air?

It’s the last supper, and everyone’s invited.
Eat the rich? No, darling—they’ve already eaten themselves.

Viktor & the Leviathan.