Conspiracy Poem by Matt Starking

Things are not the way it should be
Something is cooking
And it smells like conspiracy
Why are all these happening to me
The people am trying to save
Are the people who are trying to destroy me
I don't understand; why me
People who were conceived in vanity
And grew in mental slavery
For setting the people free
They created falsehood
In other to prosecute me
I am force to hide
By the terrible tide
For being on the lords side
They wasted their time to see my down fall
But seven times will I fall
Seven times will I stand tall