Exposed Chronicle

Thu, 04/12/2018 - 13:13 -- J.James

Thy art wrenched into turmoil, approaching death leaving life.

A vast majority of poverty victims experience an absence of faith.

Disharmonizing society and creating controversy, and strife.

Will leave this broken nation weak and the opposite of safe.


When shall thy learn, that this world is corrupted?

False justice with controlled puppets, that we may have trusted.

Women are seductive, men lead the corruption and disruption.

Hence fore, justice isn't justice but hidden obstruction.


Open thy window so the sunshine illuminates what's sinister.

Urging away heinous actions that are diabolical.

Out in plain sight but unnoticed, the Illuminati signature.

Please heed and recognize the exposing of this chronicle.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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