Epstein in Power
The world burns.
Not from kings.
From systems.
Men rise like pieces on a board.
Netanyahu.
Trump.
Moves, not masters.
The hand is unseen.
Jeffrey Epstein is gone.
But roads remain.
Maps outlive the cartographer.
While citizens sleep,
fed noise,
trained to survive,
an ideology walks freely.
Ignorance is the softest prison.
Knowledge, the only key.
Who frees a people
who will not wake?
Fear governs now.
Fear funds war.
Fear writes policy.
The Middle East bleeds
not by accident,
but by design left behind in files,
and followed without question.
Freedom is never gifted.
It is taken—
or it disappears.
Money drains upward.
Wisdom does not follow.
Donald Trump is not the system.
He is a mirror it provided.
Power prefers servants
who believe they rule.
Epstein is not a man here.
He is a method.
A pattern.
A lesson ignored.
Those with eyes—
see.
Those with ears—
listen.
He rules only
until the people remember
who they are.
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