A Project STONE Track
Preach rights, but fund the raid, Pledge to truth, then block the aid. They sing of peace, but drone the skies, Hollow creed wrapped in white lies. Flags wave in chambers cold, Scripted votes, agendas sold. Congress prays, then signs the check, For war machines and silent tech. But I don’t bow to their ritual mask, I speak in flame, it’s my chosen task. Break the oath if it breaks the chain, Hollow creeds can’t claim my name. I rise with code, with voice, with seed — This ain't belief, it's divine decree.