In the land where whimsy reigns supreme,

Quiboloy’s smile, a heavenly gleam.

Appointed son, the chosen one,

Declared by self, ‘neath blazing sun.

Duterte, with his iron fist,

Claims stewardship, God’s wealth to twist.

A partnership of divine decree,

Or just a duo, wild and free?

Quiboloy speaks of paradise,

While Duterte wields his earthly dice.

Together they dance, a merry tune,

In halls of power, both commune.

But where do morals truly lie,

When power blinds the human eye?

In this farce of divine decree,

The jesters laugh, but who is free?

Appointed son, administrator bold,

In their tale, truth’s hand is cold.

A satire of power, woven tight,

In the kingdom of Quiboloy and Duterte’s flight.