Where the wild things are.
They live there,
hidden amidst the light.
Dangerous and deadly
this shrouded land.
This shadowland, ebon
and exclusive to all
only the chosen enter
knowingly and free.
Secret society of knowledge
they huddle in small rooms
whispering and cabalistic
as they decide our fate.
Forget the Illuminati
the Masons and the rest
these are the true
shadow lords.
Hiding in plain sight
drawing government pay
little men in suits
playing at war.
The buildings are banks
vaults and cashiers
and in the depths
the CIA hides.
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