09/07/2026
Happy 17th Anniversary!
Seventeen glorious years at the helm—what a milestone! Seventeen years of dynamic leadership, unquestionable loyalty, extra-special-special offerings, and enough drama to keep an entire generation wide awake.
And because such an extraordinary anniversary deserves its own soundtrack, we humbly dedicate this little musical tribute:
🎶 REIGN OF TERROR 🎶
Words & Music by Defenders of Truth
May your tenure continue to be every bit as terrorizing to your own zombies as they apparently prefer it. After all, seventeen years of practice shouldn’t go uncelebrated.
Some leaders build monuments.
Some leaders build legacies.
And some inspire an entire protest-song catalog.
Happy 17th! đź‘‘
No flowers. No plaque. We wrote you a song instead!
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🎶 LYRICS (to sing along lol) 🎶
“My son, let not the spirit of Jezebel rule over you.”
[Verse 1]
Three hours of interrogation,
Then you call us back for more.
We had to write so many letters,
Swear our loyalty once more.
To the leader of the synagogue
Who stole the righteous throne,
There he stands and crowns himself God—
Every vow he must own.
[Verse 2]
Watch out for these men
And the young boys that they train,
Teaching them to act as though
They alone hold truth and name.
They want your money,
Packaged as sacred offerings:
A regular, a special, special,
An extra special,
An extra-extra special for their gain.
[Chorus]
The reign of terror all began
With this cruel, and prideful man,
Who dismissed his mother’s plea
To speak with her own son.
Oh, how we hoped that he was innocent,
We blamed it on his wife and sanggunian.
The reign of terror all began
With this cold, self-righteous man,
Whose ego is as vast as his belly—
And the belly of his son.
[Verse 3]
Interrogation, expulsion,
Persecution, prosecution,
Whispers of abduction charges,
Torture, fear, and grim detention.
An evil empire, not a church,
Thrones of iron, hearts that lurch.
[Verse 4]
Threatening, stalking, land-grabbing,
Taking bribes from criminals,
Shielding all the darkest actors—
Lines of guilt are visible.
Harboring convicted felons,
Silence bought with heavy sums,
Every deed another warning,
Beating like the devil’s drums.
[Verse 5]
Harassing critics and reporters,
Coercion, threats, intimidation,
Legal weights on truth-tellers,
Crushing every revelation.
Silence carved through legal letters,
Families torn, afraid to speak,
Underneath your rule of terror,
All the faithful grow so weak.
[Chorus]
The reign of terror all began
With this cruel, controlling man,
Who dismissed his mother’s plea
To speak with her own son.
Oh, how we hoped that he was innocent,
We blamed it on his wife and sanggunian.
The reign of terror all began
With this cold, self-righteous man,
Whose ego is as vast as his belly—
And the belly of his son.
[Outro]
Are you proud of what you’ve done?
You imprisoned your own brother.
You let a spirit of corruption rule,
And ignored the voice of your mother.
You call yourself a dynamic leader,
But only sorrow you have brought—
A legacy of fear and error.
Your tenure is a reign of terror,
Yours forever a reign of terror.
