The conspiracy-meter...maid

The conspiracy-meter...maid

A Poem by Apparition
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"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

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 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 Apparition


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