The gods of Bilderberg think they own the earth,
The billions they have, they worship its worth.
They think that their Money can put them on pedestals
To rule and have dominion on this world of mortals.
So they scheme and they plan and they manipulate
That all nations of white men will now integrate
Into a one world government with one world currency
With Deception as their law and their own reality.
The gods of Bilderberg forget that man is finite.
Death comes to all as surely as day after night.
The tyrants of past ages, all dead kings and emperors
Bowed to worms and turned to soil and are no more.
The gods of Bilderberg, those luciferian beings,
Have no qualms ridding earth of people who are living
Free, unhampered, working hard, and thrive on their own,
These gods want their nations to bow to their throne.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.01.20
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem