The dollar was never currency

It was spellcraft.

Serpent and staff.

Control and cure.

Poison and promise.

They didn’t build an economy

They built a religion

And taught you to worship the symbol.

Every paycheck is a tithe.

Every purchase a ritual.

Every debt a confession you didn’t know you were making.

This wasn’t about wealth

It was about wiring belief to a sigil.

You thought you were chasing freedom

But you were reciting the serpent’s gospel.

And the only thing more dangerous

Than the system that enslaved you

Is the one you agreed to.