Demiurged to Evil

Demiurges you to evil. Not with chains, with applause. Not with fire,

with a promise. Not with truth, with volume. He steps to the mic,

wrapped in golden lust. Calls hunger freedom, calls greed trust. Points at the

poor, says, "That's your thief." While he empties the room and

sells you belief. He doesn't build, he performs the act. Doesn't save,

just bends the facts. You clap so loud, you don't hear

the crack. Running straight through the nation's back. If he speaks it loud enough,

it feels like truth. If he says your name, you feel immune.