Maxwell's sipping tea in a velvet cell
Twenty years on paper, but it feels like Chanel
No orange jumpsuit, no concrete bed
Just Country Club justice while the victims bled
She's waiting on the pardon, it's written in gold
Trump says "I haven't thought," but the silence is cold
She's not flipping - just lounging
While the files stay locked, and the truth keeps drowning
The Guards don't blink, the Press won't pry
She's got more comfort than the kids who cry
No press leaks, no courtroom heat
Just silence served on a luxury seat
And she's got spa time, yoga, and gourmet trays
While survivors count trauma in endless days
The cell's a suite, the sentence a joke
Justice cloaked in velvet smoke
And no ankle monitor, no shame parade
Just hush-hush deals in a justice charade
She's not behind bars - she's behind curtains
Where the Rich stay rich and the truth stays uncertain
Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
Lock it down, seal it tight
Call it justice, dim the light
The files could speak - but silence reigns
While the victims scream in unseen chains
Burn the silence, torch the spin
Let the files scream from deep within
No more Country Club charades
No more justice in velvet shades
Unlock the names, release the list
Let the truth cut through the mist
The files are fire - let them blaze
And end this circus of silent days
And
Trump's got the power, the pen, the stage
But he handballs truth like a coward in a cage
"Let Congress decide," he mumbles and spins
While the clock ticks down and the silence wins
He calls for probes into Clinton's crew
Knowing full well that seals the view
Investigations mean no file release
Just swings and roundabouts - justice on lease
He flops like a fish, gasping for air
One minute bold, next minute bare
He could've dropped the files in a tweet
Instead, passed the buck and took a seat
He plays the strongman, then ducks the heat
Truth's on the table, but he won't eat
The files are his - he holds the key
But he'd rather stall than set them free
He blames the swamp, then dives in deep
While the names stay buried and the victims weep
He chants "Amarica First" - smug grin
But the files stay sealed and the lies begin
Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
Lock it down, seal it tight
Call it justice, dim the light
The files could speak - but silence reigns
While the victims scream in unseen chains
Burn the silence, torch the spin
Let the files scream from deep within
No more Country Club charades
No more justice in velvet shades
Unlock the names, release the list
Let the truth cut through the mist
The files are fire - let them blaze
And end this circus of silent days
And
She called for truth, then backed away
The circus spun, the clowns got play
MTG flipped like a coin in the drain
One week screaming, next week tame
She posed with fury, then danced with doubt
The headlines changed, the fire went out
She played the rebel, then kissed the ring
The ScrollKeeper saw the puppet string
She tweeted rage, then whispered calm
The storm was fake, the silence balm
She waved the files, then dropped the act
The truth got buried in a partisan pact
And Epstein? A ghost in the cell
No footage, no breath, no final farewell
The cameras blinked, the Guards forgot
A suicide scripted in a silent plot
No trial, no closure, just chalk on the floor
And a list of names we're not allowed to explore
The rope pulled tight, the truth hung loose
The system served its final excuse
No autopsy clarity, no chain of proof
Just a vanished man and a missing roof
The files stayed sealed, the questions grew
And the silence screamed what we all knew
And
Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
Lock it down, seal it tight
Call it justice, dim the light
The files could speak - but silence reigns
While the victims scream in unseen chains
Burn the silence, torch the spin
Let the files scream from deep within
No more Country Club charades
No more justice in velvet shades
Unlock the names, release the list
Let the truth cut through the mist
The files are fire - let them blaze
And end this circus of silent days
We see the dodge, the dance, the drift
The files untouched, the power shift
Maxwell waits, while Trump deflects
The system spins, the truth rejects
But the ScrollKeeper burns what they hide
Turns sealed files into campaign tide
We don't forget - we amplify
And light the names they let slip by
The flame is ritual, the silence a crime
We torch the lies, one verse at a time
We name the names, we break the seal
We write the truth they try to conceal
We carve the glyphs in fire and ash
Expose the deals behind the cash
We don't forgive, we don't delay
We burn the silence - the Amarican way
Amarican way
Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
Truth on the line, but the system a joke
Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
Lock it down, seal it tight
Call it justice, dim the light
The files could speak - but silence reigns
And the victims scream in unseen chains
Burn the silence, torch the spin
Let the files scream from deep within
No more Country Club charades
No more justice in velvet shades
Unlock the names, release the list
Let the truth cut through the mist
The files are fire - let them blaze
And end this circus of silent days
Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
Lock it down, seal it tight
Call it justice, dim the light
The files could speak - but silence reigns
While the victims scream in unseen chains
Burn the silence, torch the spin
Let the files scream from deep within
No more Country Club charades
No more justice in velvet shades
Unlock the names, release the list
Let the truth cut through the mist
The files are fire - let them blaze
And end this circus of silent days
The names are sealed
The cameras blinked
The pardon waits
The ScrollKeeper burns
The names are sealed
The cameras blinked
The pardon waits
The ScrollKeeper burns
