The Fall of the False Saviour is supposed to be a powerful vision of the future, where the charade of Trump and Musk’s reign will hopefully collapse into oblivion. The people will rise, their eyes opened to the truth, and the empire of deceit will crumble. A new era will dawn—one where the voices of the people are heard again, and the corrupt are erased from memory. The false saviours will fall, and their names will be lost to time, never to rise again.
 

They cheered him first, too blind to see,
Trump's show of lies and vanity.
He promised jobs and boundless might,
But brought them ruin, fear, and spite.

Musk stood beside him, wealth in hand,
Building his dreams on sinking sand.
DOGE, their tool to track and spy,
Dressed up as hope — a brutal lie.

With tariffs, threats, and deals betrayed,
The world in chaos, trust decayed.
The rich grew fat, the poor grew weak,
As futures dark replaced the peak.

But cracks appeared — the truth broke through,
The people saw what they now knew.
Trump's hollow throne turned into dust,
And Musk's great fortune turned to “bust“.

Once loud and proud, their names now fade,
Erased from memory, lost in the shade.
A warning left for all to know —
Never again let such men grow.