POLITICAL SATANISM
You thought
you were choosing Saviours.
But you were choosing
Satanists in suits—
feeding on your suffering.
From the South
came Jacob—
a boy of the street,
unable to read,
unable to write,
yet crowned a statesman.
His ignorance
was his passport.
His silver tongue
was his offering.
They call it democracy.
But it is a theatre
of fools and liars.
A sanctuary
for criminals.
Across Europe.
Across Africa.
Across America and Asia.
Leaders rise—
empty of wisdom,
full of ambition.
They take no orders
from the people.
Their master
is the darkness
that feeds them.
They call each other
“Honourable.”
But what is honour
in a nest of thieves?
Politics today
is a cult.
A temple
of selfish men.
And the quickest path
to wealth without work
is simple—
become a politician.
For the devil
rewards
his most loyal servants.
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