Satanic men,
Run the world.
Exalting sin,
With a fist that's curled.
They force us not to see,
What they are doing.
Subliminalizing you and me,
Forcing the mooing.
Because we're naught but cattle,
To these evil men.
Losing every battle,
We know not where we've been.
We don't know what they're doing,
Implanting messages in our minds.
Altering reality,
With our subconscious mind.
Don't let them torture you,
Or take away your freedom.
Stand up for what is true,
And put a stop to all these demons...
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"Insane Illuminati"
PoetryA poem about the people that run our world. Bohemian Grove is pictured on the front. If you don't know what that is, you should. Our 'leaders' are satan worshippers that burn a body in effigy every year in Sanoma county, California as part of a sata...
