American Mafia
They did not crown themselves.
They designed the crown.
They do not rule by force—
they rule by necessity.
New presidents.
Same masters.
Different speeches.
Same contracts.
They manufacture enemies
so the people forget
who owns them.
They sell fear.
They trade chaos.
They launder guilt
through patriotism.
War is not a failure.
It is a business model.
If blood does not profit the citizen,
ask who owns the profit.
Power does not shout.
It whispers.
It does not announce itself.
It embeds itself.
Religion becomes a shield.
Law becomes a blade.
Morality becomes decoration.
Leaders are not elected.
They are approved.
Every mouth speaks freedom.
Every hand signs obedience.
But illusion decays.
Slowly.
Then suddenly.
Even myths expire.
Even giants bleed.
They can erase faces—
not memory.
History is not merciful.
It is accurate.
A criminal can rename itself.
But never cleanse itself.
If America is the mask—
who is rehearsing behind it?
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