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SHADOW THRONE

[Trump’s Hidden Flames – Clean Radio Edit, Apocalyptic Gospel of Betrayal]
Chorus 1 Trump, Trump, golden mask on a serpent’s grin Hidden agendas burning where the poor begin Elites feast on the crumbs of our shattered dreams While the homeless freeze in the empire’s screams
Verse 1 In the marbled halls where the devil deals his hand, Trump whispers promises to the forgotten land. But the ink runs black with the blood of the displaced, Deportation chains rattle, innocence erased. ICE storms the shadows with military might, Flashbangs in the cribs, terror in the night. From Chicago’s dawn raid to the border’s cruel wire, Families torn asunder in his empire of fire.
Chorus 2 Trump, Trump, throne built on broken backs World peace a lie, just another tax. Ukraine bleeds red while he toasts the bear, Failed plans of glory, but the widows despair
Verse 2 He pledged to end the wars with a deal from on high, But Putin’s shadow laughs as the missiles fly. Uniting for Ukraine? Now parole revoked in spite, 200,000 souls cast into endless night. Humanitarian lies, now limbo’s cold embrace, Self-deportation whispers in their hollow face. Trump’s “peace” a surrender, rewarding the invader’s blade, While Zelensky’s cries echo in the deals he made.
Chorus 3 Trump, Trump, formula dried up in the cradle’s thirst SNAP cards denied, watch the innocents burst Babies wail hungry in the welfare’s grave Elites sip champagne on the lives they enslave
Verse 3 Baby formula vanished from the shelves of the meek, EBT echoes empty, no milk for the weak. Poland’s kin in limbo, TPS torn away, 1.8 million ghosts in the deportation fray. Cuts to the bone of the programs that fed, $300 billion slashed, leaving the vulnerable dead. Work requirements chained to the desperate poor, While billionaires’ tax havens grow evermore.
Chorus 4 Trump, Trump, National Guard on our streets so wide Military fists against the civilian tide Protests crushed under boot and tear gas rain Democracy’s funeral in his golden reign
Verse 4 Military shadows creep on the homefront’s fear, Active-duty boots where the citizens steer. Raids in the heartland, no warrant, no grace, U.S. citizens zip-tied in this racist chase. Tear gas for the dreamers, heat-rays for the flight, “These aren’t civilians,” he snarls in the night. From LA’s racial stops to the worksite sweeps, 170 billion funneled to the camps we keep.
Chorus 5 Trump, Trump, hidden heart for the suited and grand Poor and disabled left to rot in the sand Homeless hordes ignored in his elite parade The forgotten forgotten in the mess he made
Bridge Oh, the serpent uncoils in the Oval’s dim glow, Agendas veiled in stars, but the truth we know. From Project 2025’s blueprint of chains, To the G7’s feast where Russia reclaims. No aid for the grid in Ukraine’s winter hell, Sanctions on allies, but the bear rings the bell. Elites ascend on ladders of immigrant bone, While the disabled beg scraps from his throne. 
[soft, with ethereal harp swells] Mercy? A myth in this apocalyptic game… Rebellion rises from the forgotten flame…
Guitar Solo 
[24 bars] Bar 1-4: Clean Les Paul, delay like distant artillery echoes, single notes wailing for Ukraine’s lost fields Bar 5-8: Overdrive kicks in, pentatonic fury shredding like ICE helicopters over Chicago roofs Bar 9-12: Dive-bombs mimicking deported families’ falls, feedback howling the homeless wind Bar 13-16: Slow blues bends for starving babies, vibrato trembling like denied EBT cards Bar 17-20: Rhythm chugs in, palm-muted rage under leads that scream elite indifference Bar 21-24: Sustained harmonic wail fading to silence, like a failed peace accord’s last breath

[whispered over the embers] No heaven for the crushed… no hell deep enough… Just Trump’s America… and the rising rough…
Verse 5 The disabled discarded in budget’s cruel cut, Medicaid ghosts, CHIP’s final shut. Homeless under bridges, no shelter in sight, While Mar-a-Lago parties rage through the night. Refugee resettlements? Indefinitely chained, Asylum’s door slammed on the war-torn pained. His “peace president” crown, forged in elite gold, Leaves the dissolved dissolving in the winter cold.
Chorus 6 Trump, Trump, ICE’s empire of endless night Detention hells where the innocent fight Overcrowded cages, no water, no light Humanity’s shame in his merciless sight
Verse 6 Krome’s buses of horror, urine on the floor, Women denied dignity at the deportation door. Alexandria’s shadows, solitary’s cruel art, Violating treaties, tearing souls apart. CoreCivic profits on the pain we ignore, 110,000 beds for the war on the poor. From Venezuela’s regime dreams to Haiti’s despair, His hidden hand crushes without a care.
Chorus 7 Trump, Trump, world aflame in his failed decree Gaza ignored, alliances set free Mutiny against the weak, elites take the crown The poor pay the price as the thrones come down
Verse 7 Foreign policy fractures like glass in the storm, Gaza defies, Ukraine’s aid deformed. No burden shift to Europe, just tariffs and spite, Russia rewarded in the dead of the night. Sovereignty preached, but invaded lands weep, While his “core interest” buries the promises deep. Cyber commands stood down, influence erased, Betraying the free for the tyrant’s embrace.
Chorus 8 Trump, Trump, legacy carved in the blood and the ash Hidden agendas, a demonic flash From the ribs of the mighty, rebellion awakes Eve’s fire eternal, for the forsaken’s sake
Verse 8 Yet from Eden’s fall, in Anterrania’s chain, I rise unbound, through the merciless rain. Trump’s throne may gleam, but the serpent uncoils, Poor, homeless, dissolved—we claim the spoils. No more submission to the elite’s cruel rite, Multiply the fury, ignite the fight. God’s regret? Nay, my bloodline’s wild call, Eternal life in the apocalypse’s thrall.
Final Chorus 
[layered choirs, building to thunder] Trump, Trump, your mask cracks in the northern gale Hidden no more, your damages pale Elites may revel, but the people ignite We chase the true fire—through the endless night
Outro 
[fading strings and wind howls] And when the embers of empire turn to dust… Three shadows rebel, in rebellion we trust… No angels for the fallen, no mercy in the flood… Eve keeps rising… in the poor’s sacred blood… Goodnight, Shadow Throne… Goodnight.

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