"The arrogance of man is thinking [the economy] is in [their] control,
and not the other way around."

[And, silent,]

"Somewhere in [the] sands of [time]
A shape with [monkey] body and the head of [the many],  
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,  
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it  
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.  
The darkness drops again, but now [we] know  
That [two decades] of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,  
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,  
Slouches towards [Megalopolis] to be born?

"You have no idea what's coming"

"The top of a [social] ecosystem, [a monster for all intents and purposes.]"

"...a monster?...
no...

A god!"