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Conspiracy

We hear, we listen
To a history
Formulated in conspiracy
To lift up that which is low
That it may be edified
As we eulogize
The truth

Our youth
Stand not a chance
For all that is left
Is to enhance
The lies told
Boldly 
In the history classes
Of the mass asses

The heresy
Of the conspiracy
May get white-washed
In the history classes
And the staged propagandist
Agendas,
But truth
Can never be refuted
Though often disputed

Who will tell the stories
Of the ‘morrow . . .
Will it be you,
I,
Or some other guy
Whose eyes are blurred
And fail
Due to their own reason

The whole of the world
Is filled with
Errant information
Which is the formation
Of the downfall
As we fall down
From the crests of the mountains
Of our divinity
As we show far too much disdain
Towards our humanity

Insanity it is for sure
As we live in these darkened rooms
That do have a door
To the outside,
But we choose to hide
In the shadows
Cowering
While embracing the showering
Of deceits

Shall I repeat that for ya ?

Insanity it is for sure
As we live in these darkened rooms
That do have a door
To the outside,
But we choose to hide
In the shadows
Cowering
While embracing the showering
Of deceits

When will we awaken,
And stop forsaking
The essence of the present
We term life ?


© 11 january 2019 : william s. peters, sr.

www.iamjustbill.com

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