The conspiracy-meter...maidA Poem by Apparition"After being told by a brilliant philosopher that I need to turn on my "Conspiracy meter" in many matters, and no longer look at things from an objective and logical standpoint I was feeling very dissilusioned... PS: Conspiracy Theory does not mean someth
It's a world dominant conglomerate A congregation of abominations Constructing monuments on all the continents My "conspiracy meter" tells me to believe That I've been double deceived But the trouble is: My mind is busy bubbling My worldview has been caught in a whirlwind Why am I wavering at the world's end? I whole-heartedly feel like hurling But hot-headedness holds hammers and sickles And self-centered selfish succubus’s constantly contaminate and cripple Why is human nature held at the bottom of a crater? The answer is your f*****g head shaking like a vibrator The size of my third eye is greater You got a freight train of ice heading towards the equator You, don't, KNOW! Learn and listen with objectivism or else bad reason has arisen Don't be deceived into thinking I speak of religion.... There are more pressing issues! Our life now, the only guaranteed existence Is being beaten badly by the bloody antecedent And now you got a damn duplicate where there used to be a genius And now you’re not so scrupulous like your’ sense is trapped in cement And now our like-mindedness has turned to disagreement And now I’m back to shivering, because consciousness is freezing Almost seething, because you are not seeing the bigger picture F**k your “conspiracy meter”- a truth defeating elixir Your contradiction is too much to handle, So why I am the one left feeling f*****g dismantled???
© 2009 ApparitionAuthor's Note
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Added on September 25, 2009 Last Updated on September 25, 2009 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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