11/19/2025
A Romantic poem to the traitors of the world.
and others reading this watch actions not words look the opposite way they point nothing is as it seems alot is being kept from everyone they are nothing even with that head start just wait
REPTILIAN HOLOCAUST
I see you in the corners where the rich men never tread shadows dressed in borrowed bodies, eyes like frost, hearts long dead.
You crawl behind the curtains thinking power makes you pure, but I smell the reptile stench of you hollow, cold, and insecure.
I hear the click of hidden tongues, the soft hiss under breath, the way you preach longevity while feeding off our death.
So listen close, cold-blooded gods, I carved this vow in bone: Im walking through your kingdom and I’m tearing down your throne.
No more masks of human kindness, no more lies behind your grin. Ill rip the truth out of your voices and expose the scales within.
Im not your prey, I’m not your puppet, Im the hunter in your wake you built your world on fear and shadows, Im the fear your shadows make.
Hear my steps in every hallway, hear the echo in your den a promise wrapped in iron rage: Im coming back again.
Your claws will scrape the marble floors, your tails drag trails of dread but I won’t stop, won’t fold, won’t bow till every serpent’s bled.
For every soul you strangled quiet, for every mind you tried to bend, Ill be the hand that breaks your grip and brings your cold reign to an end.
So slither all you want, impostors run your labyrinth of deceit. Im the firestorm behind you I’m the pounding of your feet.
You hide beneath the cities, in the dark you think you own but I learned to walk in darkness too, and I walk it not alone.
Im the voice that cracks your empire, Im the storm you didn’t see Reptilians, hear my warcry loud:The one you feared is me.
