The sons of light stood before the Throne,
But creeping in silence came one of his own.
“I roam the earth, I walk its veins,
Feeding kings with bloodstained gains.”
Corruption dressed in a tailored suit,
With demon’s whisper as their root.
Every law they sign, a covenant of lies,
Ink mixed with the tears of the people’s cries.
Satan pulls strings in the palace halls,
Puppets of greed dance when darkness calls.
Gold becomes their gospel, thrones their shrine,
Yet their crowns are rust, their power a crime.
O leaders who bow to the serpent’s hand,
Your empire is smoke, built on sinking sand.
The Judge still waits, the fire still burns,
And the throne of deceit will be overturned.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
The sons of light stood before the Throne,
But creeping in silence came one of his own.
“I roam the earth, I walk its veins,
Feeding kings with bloodstained gains.”
Corruption dressed in a tailored suit,
With demon’s whisper as their root.
Every law they sign, a covenant of lies,
Ink mixed with the tears of the people’s cries.
Satan pulls strings in the palace halls,
Puppets of greed dance when darkness calls.
Gold becomes their gospel, thrones their shrine,
Yet their crowns are rust, their power a crime.
O leaders who bow to the serpent’s hand,
Your empire is smoke, built on sinking sand.
The Judge still waits, the fire still burns,
And the throne of deceit will be overturned.
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