Diety

The government, a force to be reckoned with

With power and control, they beckon it

Big brother always watching, ever so near

Instilling fear, making us live in constant fear

God, they say, is the one in charge

But is it just a ploy, a facade?

To keep us in line, to make us obey

While they hold the strings, pulling them every day

The devil, a creation, to keep us in check

But who is to say, who is the real threat?

Is it the government, with their hidden agenda

Or a make-believe entity, a mere pretender?

Drugs, they use to infiltrate our minds

To manipulate and control, leaving us behind

Paranoia and fear, they seep into our souls

A tool they use, to maintain their hold

We know the truth, yet we choose to ignore

For the government's control, we are too weak to abhor

Their intrusion, we cannot find a remedy

As we live in this modern-day crypt, a tale too eerie

A prayer, a plea, for honesty and truth

But who are we kidding, we don't need

another sleuth

For the government, with their manipulation

Will stop at nothing, to maintain their domination

So here we are, living under their reign

The government, a force we cannot restrain

But one day, may we rise and break free

From their grasp, and finally be free.

Break free, be free

Till then will be used by the entity.

Break free, be free

We don't need a diety.

So here we are, standing face to face,

With nothing left but the bitter taste,

Of honesty that we can no longer deny,

For in its wake, our facade will die.

But you, my friend, you seem upset,

As if the truth was not what you'd expect,

For so long you played your role with grace,

But now the curtains have fallen, revealing your true face.

And I am here, caught in the fray,

Wondering if there's another way,

To escape this charade, this never-ending game,

Where we all play our part, but none are to blame.

And as we go, or as we went,

I can't help but wonder what it all meant,

For every word, every thought, every move,

Was it all just scripted, to fit the approved groove?

But now I question, when will it end,

This Truman Show, are we just pretend?

Are we merely puppets, being controlled,

By a mastermind, whose story unfolds?

So here we are, at the end of the line,

Where the truth is finally allowed to shine,

And as the credits roll, and the show comes to a close,

I can't help but wonder, what's behind the curtain, who really knows?

Not that I care or will ever wonder.

This isn't my conspiracy theory.

It's merely the truth, and that's a pity.

You took something beautiful & made it dirty

Perhaps, that was just my naivety.

Someday someone will come along 

And inevitably say or ask, "Why?"

You'll be left with nothing to say.

You won't be able to answer.

So your idea of the future is making me sick.

You want to pollute us and then pull a suture

I can't handle it.

But I'll survive.

Perhaps I'll be there in the future.

To make sure you don't get away with it.