Verse 1
By candlelight, the book is spread-
A thousand pages, inked in red.
Each line a promise, each word a command,
A recipe written to seize the land.
A fistful of loyalty, careers set to flame,
Civil servants purged, only true hearts remain.
Agencies shackled, justice rewired,
All branches bent to the will of the squire.
Verse 2
A vial of silence, dissent swept aside,
Watchdogs muzzled, watchdogs tried.
Education gutted, protections erased,
The future rewritten, the past replaced.
A dash of control on who may love,
Rights rolled back with a push and a shove.
A drop of fear for those who resist,
The cauldron bubbles with an iron fist.
Chorus
Round and round the spellbook turns,
Each new law, another bridge burns.
In the cauldron’s depths, the power congeals,
A monster awakens as democracy kneels.
Verse 3
Pour in the oil, let the climate decay,
Forests and rivers swept away.
The military’s badge tossed into the mix,
Order enforced with authoritarian tricks.
Ballots are shackled, the press held at bay,
Liberty’s portrait fading away.
A nation transformed by a conjurer’s hand,
The book of power, the master’s plan.
Chorus
Round and round the spellbook turns,
Each new law, another bridge burns.
In the cauldron’s depths, the power congeals,
A monster awakens as democracy kneels.
Bridge: The Army Consumes
Under flickering streetlights, banners ignite-
Proud Boys, Oath Keepers, faces masked in the night.
J-6ers chant with thunderous cries,
Their boots pounding out old, bitter lies.
They raise the goblet, lips stained with spite,
Drinking the potion that sharpens their bite.
Hatred distilled in each fevered toast,
Now marching as one, a swelling ghost.
The brew seeps outward, a venomous flood,
Coursing through neighborhoods, thickening blood.
The “book of power” clutched tight in their hands,
A doctrine recited across battered lands.
Extremists emboldened, multiplying fast,
Fueled by the draught, forgetting the past.
With every right stripped and every truth denied,
The monstrous legion surges in stride.
Verse: Books of Monsters
Mein Kampf once whispered in candlelit rooms,
Blueprints for hatred, a nation’s doom.
The Manifesto’s promise, twisted by hands
That turned hope to gulags, blood on the land.
Protocols forged in the shadows of lies,
Fed mobs with poison, watched innocence die.
Each book a recipe, each page a spell,
Turning ink into prisons, words into hell.
Now a new volume, leather-bound and proud,
Project 2025 read out loud.
A doctrine for purging, for power amassed,
Echoes of monsters resurrected from the past.
Instruction books open, the warnings ignored,
Old ghosts awakened by a different lord.
History’s lessons lost in the fire,
A new monster rises, built from desire.
Outro
So heed the warning, clear and stark-
The book of power leaves a mark.
For monsters are conjured not in the night,
But in daylight’s glare, just out of sight.
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