Conspiracy Poem by Quantel Smith

If the sky was filled with blood with blessings from down below
Only the individual will show
If the sky was filled with text
Streamlines of clouds coming from airplanes of flex
Spending time with the gases
Sucking up the evil masses
For what we see is blind
For what we seek we can't find
Truth is looking to lose
For lies we're winning for which we choose
Looking for the rich who control
Just confirming our conspiracy for the handful of people who are to depose
In the people are in enclosed
For the sky to be filled with blood