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When business dons the mask of politics,
it ceases to build — it begins to conquer.
Elon, you were an architect of the invisible —
a builder of empires no eye could fully grasp.
But now, you have entered the Roman forum,
where applause is short-lived,
and daggers are hidden in roses.

You played the game of gods,
but politics is not for Titans —
it is for tricksters, for shadows,
for those who understand
that visibility is the first stage of crucifixion.
What the world sees, it fears.
What it fears, it destroys.

Your umbilical cord is buried in African soil,
yet you build your castles in foreign deserts.
The wealth you command could restore rivers
to parched lands, put books in empty hands,
heal broken nations — but instead,
you joust with egos in the colosseum of fools.

You once praised kings;
now you provoke them.
But do not mistake your followers
for an army —
they are spectators in the theater of downfall.
You will not outplay the House
by flipping its cards.
The House is the game.

Retreat.
Not in cowardice —
but in strategy.
Let the quiet do your work.
History rewards those
who leave whispers in its pages,
not shouts in its squares.

And to the people:
do not crown merchants as prophets.
Do not turn billionaires into messiahs.
Power loves a puppet
but fears the poor who awaken.

Remember:
Invisibility is invincibility.
And what hides
often rules what reigns.

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