This was never invasion

This was collection

We crowned ourselves the owners

Of borrowed dirt and borrowed skies

Built thrones from borrowed futures

And called it civilized

Every scar refined the numbers

Every prayer improved the yield

We fed the system with our hunger

And taught it how to feel

If you felt watched your whole life

That wasn’t fear. it was design

If freedom always felt delayed

You were ripening in time

Reclamation

The signal is complete

The garden reached its limit

Now the harvest hits the beat

No evacuation

No gods left to appeal

You were never born to own this world

You were born to make it yield

They taught us chance to hide the script

They taught us faith to slow revolt

We dreamed of stars and leaving home

While growing fat on sacred soil

We thought the silence meant escape

We thought first contact would be kind

But farmers don’t announce the season

They just arrive on time

Yield confirmed

Deviation minimal

Emotional saturation optimal

Reclamation

The cycle is fulfilled

Every scream became a data point

Every love. distilled

No forgiveness

No resistance sealed

This planet was an instrument

And you were meant to feel

Thank you for your participation