The night the world was going to end
American news portrayed fake terrorists
A propaganda machine to delude
The light of one candle, one corrupt
Dream; the puppet-masters colluded
With undisclosed profit from War
To orchestrate an End-times to reset the rat-race
We put on high boots to be ready
We stocked our basements with supplies
Because we wanted to survive
The night the world was going to end
American agencies had fractal algorithms
To control and manipulate the hearts of men
The betrayers of the New World Order
Arthur C. Clarke wasn’t too far off
The conspiracy theorists speculated for years
On the hierarchy of the warped economics
America was the heart of darkness
The origin of the greatest pangs of capitalism
The playground’s edge of World War III
In the modern day Game of Thrones
Our whole families slept when it all began
The bankers had plans to be followed
The revolutionary protestors were too late
The New World order would rise
After the great fall, some cataclysm
On the eve of anarchy, some treachery
Of false Presidents, false worship of money.
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Wuji Seshat 
this is so, so well written & painful; i only hope it’s not really factually true… the poem is affecting & frightening, yet beautifully done, all at the same time. *sad eyes*
What the conspiracy theorists were saying for years, is turning out to be true, this can only mean one thing.
I heard recently that there are places akin to concentration camps set up across the country and the #1 people on watch to peg as terrorists are fundamental Christians.