God's Conspiracy

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

You wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?

This isn't Gary Glitter, that motherfucker should hang.

God has his people, so we were all created equal?

Then why are some chosen to be filthy rich and evil?

Working hard for those who have abundant wealth?

Individuality gone, we were numbered up in stealth.

Sick sacrifices are fact, the news won't tell you that,

Would it be a real revelation to find out if Earth is flat?

Pizzagate and so many other things written off as a conspiracy,

Partial truths revealed but they don't want him finding you and me.

  • Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2026 06:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Questions we answer by justifications we make, delusions we create. We all ask some of these things and everyone has a different answer that makes sense to us and no one else. Nicely done



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