Ten thousand dollars for enlightenment sold, The megachurch pastor counts his gold. Private jets blessed by prosperity gospel— Your shepherd fleeces while you starve in the stable. The wellness guru sells you ancient secrets, Repackaged capitalism in lotus position. Pay for the seminar, buy the retreat, Transcendence costs extra—check or credit? The charismatic leader with piercing eyes, "I alone can show you truth," he cries. Surrender your will, your wallet, your doubt— Another cult built on the last one's ashes. They learned nothing from the gods we burned, Just rebranded the sermon, waited their turn. New prophets rising from the old god's grave, Same control, fresh coat of paint. Your false profit taking what you earn, Your false prophet watching while you burn. They sell salvation like a commodity— Another shepherd leading you to slaughter. I see the pattern, I know the game, Different face, the grift's the same. Your false profit/prophet— I won't be next in line. The YouTube mystic with his Patreon tiers, "Unlock the cosmos for five bucks a year." The life coach promising you'll manifest wealth— Just ignore the fact he's selling you himself. QAnon prophets decoding the signs, Selling certainty to desperate minds. Every conspiracy needs a priest, Every lie needs someone to believe. They promise answers, they promise light, They promise you were special all along— Just subscribe, just donate, just trust, Another prophet built on manufactured dust. They saw the throne empty and rushed to claim it, New messiahs with the old playbook. The faithful so desperate for someone to follow, They'll swallow any sermon that tastes like hope. Your false profit taking what you earn, Your false prophet watching while you burn. They sell salvation like a commodity— Another shepherd leading you to slaughter. I see the pattern, I know the game, Different face, the grift's the same. Your false profit/prophet— I won't be next in line. And now you're looking at me— Thinking maybe I'm the answer, Maybe I've got the truth they were hiding, Maybe I can save you from the lies. Stop. I am not your savior. I am not your leader. I am not the next prophet in line. I am just as fucked as you— I just saw the cage first. I showed you the bars, That doesn't make me your shepherd. Don't build a church around these words. Don't make a doctrine from my rejection. Don't turn my heresy into your new orthodoxy— That's just another fucking prison. Question everything. Including me. Especially me. Your false profit selling what you need, Your false prophet planting poisoned seeds. They saw the vacuum and rushed to fill it— Don't let me become what we just killed. I see the cycle, I know the trap, One prophet falls, another takes his map. Your false profit/prophet— And I refuse to play that part. I am not your answer. I am not your guide. I showed you the lies— Now walk your own path. If you're looking for someone to follow, You learned nothing from the gods we burned. I am not your savior. I am just as lost— I just stopped pretending I wasn't.
