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He didn’t come with armies loud, No iron boots on shaking ground, He came with honey on his tongue, Promising light, but hiding crowns. He spoke of order, spoke of peace, With borrowed words and borrowed flame, A throne was built from folded knees, And truth was bent to wear his name. He learned the language of the crowd, The rhythm of their quiet fear, He wore their hope like stolen robes, And fed their doubts with holy sneer. What once was sacred he rebranded, What once was pure he sold as new, A mirror raised against the heavens, Reflecting self instead of truth. Not by strength, not by steel, But by the lie that feels so real, He climbs the ladder of belief, On broken trust and silent grief. Oh, the horn that whispered higher than thunder, Claimed the stars had bowed to his voice, He crowned himself above the wonders, And taught the world they had no choice. But every word he carved in flame Was weighed by fire he couldn’t see, For borrowed light still bears a name, And every throne must bend a knee. He mocked the ancient way of mercy, Called the dust beneath his feet, He rewrote time with glowing screens, And called rebellion “destiny.” The faithful watched with open eyes, While nations slept in velvet chains, A kingdom built on filtered skies, Where truth was traded for acclaim. Not by war, not by sword, But by twisting sacred words, He plants his flag in wounded ground, And names the silence “holy sound.” Oh, the horn that whispered higher than thunder, Told the clouds they’d lost their crown, He dressed his lies in signs and wonders, And taught the world to kneel down. But every crown of borrowed flame Will flicker in the coming day, For truth remembers every name, And light outlives the grandest play. A fire is waking in the shadows, A court unseen is taking place, The books are open, the scales are breathing, And time itself slows in that space. No mask can stand before the Ancient, No stage can hold the final act, The boastful voice becomes a whisper, When heaven speaks what stands as fact. So listen for the quiet thunder, Not every crown is what it seems, The horn that rose through soft deception Will fall before the King of kings.