I’m a new man, born again, back into sin,
my empathy scorched, ash across my skin.
Sympathy’s the devil—now I worship Satan.
Behold, the American Messiah, the orange god,
jackals trailing behind a worm-eaten dog.
Plague, famine, death—hoofbeats pound the fog.
Ten figures to ascend, to turn angelic,
plastic masquerading as authentic.
Heaven’s gate bleeds the blood of the ****.
Hush—don’t speak till the smoke clears.
Don’t whisper till we know who’s here.
Every fear, every dread, confirmed—it’s here.