What if all you believed was a lie What if everything was an illusive deceit Would you commit suicide, continue to believe or investigate the truth? What if your life depended on it What would you do?
There is paper trails wrapped up in illusion and like a picture framed You only see what is there, At least what the camera shots.
Charisma is subtle It’s a quality I despise, why? It’s the traits of politicians, They tell you sweet bitter lies, A fool enthralled, you eat it up like it was pork chops and salads An appetizer A delight.
Conspiracy theory elaborates truth as well as lies What are we to believe when the world is built on bluff? And we are all blind; give me a pair of glasses so I may see the world more vividly I do however; believe I need more than that.
What holy war is upon us, when will the Jews have some solace? When will the fat aristocrat evacuate his couch and out of the kings palace? When will the rich exchange shoes with the poor and vice versa so They might know the shackled ******* life as well as champagne and caviar.
We question the possibility of what takes precedence I may Google the net, read a thousand books Dive in all sorts of information But I guess my appetite wouldn’t be satisfied because my eyes and ears Had enough to realize and acknowledge that the world is built truly on illusion If you don’t believe me, take the movies, They use graphics and all the technology at their leisure for things to appear real Actors and actresses like wise We are all plunged in by theses perceptive beliefs That precipitates a reality that conjures fictitiously real.
All rights Reserved. Christena Antonia Valaire Williams. April 17, 2013