Ed Sheeran

Do you see the blatant female ?

Your “hero” is dropping 2,000 lb bombs on children—
splattering bone, blood, and teeth across blown-out concrete like it’s target practice.
And you?
You’re online crying about Canada, drag queens, gas prices, or some bullshit Wisconsin ballot count like that’s the real war. Or, are you awaiting the Epstein list like a dog salivating over a treat that’s never coming?

You’re not resisting.
You’re not awakening.
You’re a PR rep for genocide—
posting flags and memes while babies are cooked alive under rubble paid for by your tax dollars.

And when someone calls it out?
You bark.
You deflect.
You foam at the mouth like the obedient little mutt your masters trained you to be.
Wrapping genocide in the shield of patriotism that doesn’t even Fooken exist.

You don’t just ignore evil—you defend it.
Because it wears your team colors.
Because it quotes your grievances.
Because it strokes your delusions while it slits throats in your name.

Your idolatry didn’t just blind you—it perverted you.
Turned you into a snarling attack dog for your enslavers, eating scraps off the blood-soaked boots of the Beast, growling at the only people trying to wake your ass up.

This isn’t patriotism.
It’s spiritual treason.
Your own rotted heart has hollowed out your morals.

Every time you split hairs between the satanic state and its so-called “innocents,”
you’re stacking another charred child corpse on the altar of your messiah complex—
ritually sacrificed so you can keep playing pretend patriot on the “right side.”

Which, by the way, always shifts depending on who kisses your false savior’s ring.
It’s never about truth. Never about justice.
It’s about loyalty to the idol, no matter the carnage.

You’ve placed a man above your conscience, above your soul,
and you’d gnash your teeth, scream, and curse heaven itself just to deny it.

That’s not faith.
That’s idolatry in its final, rotten form.