New World Order - Poem by holten hodges
I'm here to tell you of this secret little game.
And you might even recognize the name.
It is everywhere you go.
In everything you see.
It's right under the noses of you and me.
It's in music videos.
It's on TV.
Their leader, Jay-Z
Rules this SECRET SOCIETY.
They make deals with the RAIN.
They sell their souls for fortune and fame.
They are disguised in religion,
Not only men, but also women.
Michael Jackson, Whitney, and Tupac.
I think not.
It's the world's biggest racist party.
It's The Infamous ILLUMINATI.
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