They laid on the world a rug,
to hide their secret to lug
the world to create thugs
to implement the fog.
They wrote on papers,
with ink that won't taper,
passed it to the world as cipher,
into minds to snooker.
Their amazing blueprints,
was in perfect cinch.
for they were opportuned,
to set the world on heat.
They found power to be sweet ,
they never let go of it.
they creep slowly picking arm,
extending love to hide their sham.
Wise in their conceit,
they found a way to acquit,
the guilty,to show amity.
But none is aware of its malignity.
Soon to gain the world's trust,
then kills those who sweeps their dust,
soon the earth would see their dross,
and give up consuming their rust.
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