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They speak in codes etched into stone
But every word bleeds into the dirt
The crown isn't worn, it's wired
Straight into the skull of the obedient
March not for glory, but under orders
Where shadows draft the laws of flesh
A thousand hands lift one chair
Built from backs that forgot how to stand
Gold weighs more than justice
And truth is exiled to the corners of the map
You are not free—
You are simply unchained in the right direction
It’s not tyranny when you believe the cage is holy
They parade their wars with sacred hymns
Each corpse becomes another prophecy
The tyrant never fucking roars
He whispers until massacre becomes tradition
Fear is repackaged as virtue
And virtue is weaponized against the waking
This isn’t peace—it’s permission
Written in silence signed in blood
Obedience is the last ritual before the soul decays!
