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CainnAbelistic Gaslighter

Writer's picture: RoseRose

Updated: Dec 13, 2024

Remember June 14th, 1954, when power made its plea,

Eisenhower’s call to draw the decree.

Remember when "under God" was the recent addition

A claim of faith but not of true conviction

Disguised as tradition

Masked as a holy mission

A clever disguise for the nation's condition


But behind the words power took its hold

While the laborer’s turned to dust, bought and sold


CainnAbelism is a criminal art

They hand you and the opponent the dagger to tear each other apart

The truth’s in the open, a cold, loud refrain

“Destroy each other, our victory’s plain.”

They crown the division, the sacred ploy,

Fueling the fire to kill not employ.

Brothers at war while they stand and jeer,

Their triumph feeds on your anger and fear


A founding father sits where shadows sprawl,

His hands bear no weight on his arms at all

Once cradled hope, her whispered lies a cruel disguise,

Turning love into war beneath their skies.

In lands where spirits used to freely roam

Without anyone knowing a new dominion claimed the throne.

Through hymns and steel, the children cried,

While truth was gaslit, vilified.

So the fathers mourn, his lineage torn,

The echo of a nation worn.


She dons a robe of holy grace,

But a serpent is hiding in her embrace.

With scriptures twisted, hearts grow blind,

To conquest veiled as love divine.


“We gave you the tools, it’s all in your hands,

If chaos erupts, then it's what fate demands.”


They twist your pain into blame’s cruel tether,

While whispering, See? You can’t trust each other”

“You’re wrong to question, your mind’s astray,

What you think you saw didn’t happen that way”


They rewrite the script while you second guess

Turning clarity into a tangled mess

They tell you it’s all in your head

That what you saw was never said


They claim it’s God who demands the price

A murder veiled in a web of lies

With whispers of a God who takes

They feed their hunger, lives at stake


But their hunger is not for the divine

It’s power they crave, disguised as a shrine

It’s not for God that blood they spill

But hunger masked by righteous will


And it’s terrifying to know the truth beneath...

That God doesn’t ask for this kind of grief

And it’s chilling to grasp the truth

God never sought this kind of proof

And it’s eerie to see the ruse

God never sought this kind of abuse


And it’s terrifying to understand

Some one else demanded this blood stained hand

And it’s unnerving to face the lie

Someone else called for an innocent to die And it’s terrifying to see the truth

Someone else demanded this ruthless proof


And it came from the one who hates that child

The one who has another "mother," reviled

And it came from the one who craves the stage

If all eyes are not on her, she fuels her rage

She does no work, but takes all the praise


And It came from the queen bee

Who now hated the men it is her they no longer wish to see

And It came from the main hive

Pulls the strings of them all, controlling their lives


And It came from the queen bee,

With eyes full of venom, bitter as can be

Sits on her throne full of envy and spite

As they choose the ones who will give birth to their light

She already showed she’s useless, taking all that they have

But leaves them with nothing, the future is half


A father watches lost in pain

As children fight in a twisted game.

A mother's words like knives divide

Turning love into war, with truth denied

If a God can make you bow to pain

Then what stops a tyrant from doing the same?

If a God can make you see this as right

Then what stops a ruler from claiming the fight?

If a God can make you lose your voice

Then what stops a "leader" from making that choice?


A whispered command, and a convicted plea

Convinced that harm is what sets you free

A voice so smooth with a face so kind

That blinds you to the truth you find


So the next time you pledge a covered allegiance

Consider the cost of blind obedience

For the ones who demand but do not toil

Feed off the labor while you spoil

For the ones who claim the praise and the fame

Leave others to carry the burden and shame


A voice of power wrapped in lies

Convincing you it was because of a needed sacrifice

It’s not divine that rules the reign

But those who cater to their own heart’s disdain

And then call it Cain.

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