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Backroom handshakes, stitched with serpents’ grin

Kissing rings in smoke-filled tombs of sin

Whispered oaths in velvet tones—

Then fangs are bared once cameras roll

You were brothers in the banquet,

Swore allegiance in the dark

Now you gnaw at each other’s throats

For a sliver of the mark

Hollow men with hollow eyes

Switching masks to sell their lies

Blood is thicker 'til it's red on the floor

Then it's back to licking boots like whores

TURNCOAT. BACKSTAB. DOGFIGHT. DIE.

Morals dissolve when the numbers get high

"Unfit to lead" until the polllines scream

Now you're kissing the boots of your fucking machine

Rally cries carved in plastic flesh

Spitting venom just to taste the press

Spineless shadows chasing crowns

Crooked teeth in a crooked town

You called him filth, now you sing his name

Grovel in slime for a slice of the fame

Every debate was a scripted play

Now you're clapping for the beast you flayed

“Could never back that man…”

(But here you are, flag in hand)

“Unfit for office…”

(But now you march in chorus)

You said he'd burn the world to ash—

So light the fucking match.

HYPOCRITE. BASTARD. SUCK HIS THRONE.

You bowed to the tyrant you overthrew

Flesh-puppet politics, choke on your spin

There’s no hell deep enough to wash your sin

Drink the bile, wear the mask

Cough up truth, and paint it black

A kingdom built on shattered glass

Smiling wide as the blades slip past

Fuck you