CONSPIRACY THEORY

CONSPIRACY THEORY

A Poem by Writtenments

CONSPIRACY THEORY

© Michael Franz Whitby



The real truth lays exactly 6.66 below top soil of Mother Earth!
To overstand, one must step back…

during the fourth quarter of the last century
The role of wickedness via devilish evil took strongest hold

With some very powerful humans selling their souls

Those…still resides on top soil, looking young in body, refusing to die

Because they no longer have any human’ elements


For being one’ of those with human elements

To command truth from facts based’lined by lies

Innovative ideas and ideals will have to rise

From all those via positivity that have fallen…

facing reality is the loneliest place to be

Especially when proof is found within photos

Taken by old’school technology!

Even when attempts have been made to destroy…

all evidence pertaining to the truth…

about happenings from so called conspiracy theory

Continue to break through in simplicity


Now…

if only the massive would start to believe!

Truth does come by the rising of that helpful sun

When all those cloudy gray-grey matters have passed


All that’s needed in major steps forward

More inventiveness on preparation of the truth…

coming soon’…

by breaking all cameras of…’the all’seeing eye’

Knowings’ who’whom writes what

By demanding full view in correctionness’

Or else…

a tail shall and will be placed on them…

to get their reaction for being watched and followed twenty-four seven


Sure, the theory falls on deaf ears!

But that does not mean truth is not within…

because ones with human’ elements fully comprehend and know’…

thickest lies have the most truth!

All to be founded if we pedaled instead of paddled

So the motion of zooming remains possible


Within each little big shot liar…

there is a boss taking orders from the top ’Hierarchy!


For being one of those with human’ elements

Natural existence is just a part of the struggle

Fighting day by day, drugs of lies with drugs of truth

Destroying all that’s' slick by burning

The hope action by suchness’…revealing revelation of all truths



Conspiracy Theory!

Those fighting under banner ‘Conspiracy Theorists’

Has become in oneness’ the savoir-saviour for Mother Earth

Becoming that energized positive sprit

In the stoppage of our beautiful planet ruinness’

From being continually ruled by ghostly souls and lunatics.




reversing forward, future is history!

Writtenments…

forty-one of one thousand

© 2016 Writtenments


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