EONS of the SECRET SOCIETY

EONS OF THE SECRET SOCIETY In shadows deep, voices in your sleep, Via symbols cryptic, disguised & ocultic Some of you say it's a myth, we hear the whispered lore and oath. Manipulating minds with more money And power with fame to embark on the journey. Mysterious agenda, no retreat, no surrender. Wrap-up and swallow like the anaconda. Their influence vast, and control is their motto. Hidden from prying eyes, you'd be lost infinito, And by the time you hit the high lotto, realising what you've gotten yourself into, it'll be like an ocean drowning you hands-down. A secret society that governs then & now. They pull the strings of history's dance, Controlling nations, with an unseen glance, Whispered whispers in corridors of might, Unseen puppet masters, ruling day and night. The All-Seeing eyes, Devils assigned to each soul, That is where the horror lies; blood must flow, Constant offerings and sacrifices, Shredding their ignorant victims to pieces. The intriguing illuminati whispered lore, A tale of secrets, but the truth we ignore. Alert!!! Hungry soul, it's all but a big trap!!! Even if you don't hear it in the song or rap: 'Riches in exchange for your soul'. Wealth & affluence will land you a big blow. VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP} Copyright ©? November 2023.