He posts himself as a healer. A chosen one. A man of light.

But the imagery tells on itself.

Power. Worship. War. Submission. Not compassion. Not humility. Not service.

So here’s the correction.

Not heaven.

Not angels.

Not salvation.

He walks through the wrong gates.

And instead of halos, there are horns.

Instead of light, there’s fire.

Instead of healing hands, there’s the anointing of ruin.

The only crown waiting for a man who worships power is the one forged in the furnace.

The only blessing for cruelty is the one delivered with a smile and ruthless accountability.

Because history is merciless about false messiahs.

They don’t ascend.

They descend.