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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