What’s worse than a beautiful lie,
painted in charm, cloaked in seduction?
Its lips smooth as butter,
its taste sweet as nectar—
a trap meant to soothe the sheep.
Blinded by their own “wisdom,”
they stumble, foolish in the empire’s gaze.
Fools! Hungry for the milk of the land,
leaving scraps for the lesser ones.
“Power shift,” they call it—authority,
titles dressed to look like truth.
Yet they are pawns,
sacrificed for a lesser good.
Trampling weaker vessels
for a week of fading fame.
Maybe the world applauds,
but through the eyes of the less,
their truth is exposed.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
What’s worse than a beautiful lie,
painted in charm, cloaked in seduction?
Its lips smooth as butter,
its taste sweet as nectar—
a trap meant to soothe the sheep.
Blinded by their own “wisdom,”
they stumble, foolish in the empire’s gaze.
Fools! Hungry for the milk of the land,
leaving scraps for the lesser ones.
“Power shift,” they call it—authority,
titles dressed to look like truth.
Yet they are pawns,
sacrificed for a lesser good.
Trampling weaker vessels
for a week of fading fame.
Maybe the world applauds,
but through the eyes of the less,
their truth is exposed.