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.