Deep State's Plan to Control the World

If I were the Deep State…
I’d want to engulf the whole world in control,
And I’d own a third of its real estate,
And influence four-fifths of its population.
But I wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d seized
The last free nation on Earth—thee.

So I’d set about, however necessary,
To undermine the United States.

I’d corrupt the churches first.
I’d begin with a campaign of lies,
With the cunning of a serpent,
I’d whisper to you as I whispered to Eve:
"Truth is relative—do as you please."

To the young, I’d whisper that morality is oppression,
I’d convince them government is your shepherd,
Instead of God.
I’d confide that chaos is freedom,
And order is tyranny.

And the old? I’d teach them to pray:
"Our Father, which art in Washington…"

Then I’d get organized.

I’d fund authors to make filth look artistic,
So that virtue seemed boring,
And vice felt like liberation.

I’d flood TV with propaganda dressed as news,
And news dressed as entertainment.

I’d push drugs on the masses,
Alcohol as culture,
And pills to numb the rest.

If I were the Deep State,
Soon I’d have families divided,
Churches at war with themselves,
And nations tearing at their own seams—
Until, one by one, they fell.

And with algorithms and fake trends,
I’d have social media fanning the flames.

If I were the Deep State,
I’d dumb down schools,
Train minds but kill discipline,
Until kids ran wild—
And before long, you’d need
Armed guards at every school door.

Within a decade, prisons would boom,
Judges would push degeneracy,
And soon, I’d erase God from the courts,
Then from the schools,
Then from the halls of power.

And in His own churches?
I’d replace faith with politics,
Scripture with slogans,
And worship with self-help.

I’d tempt preachers with scandals,
Blackmail the pious,
And empty the collection plates
Into my own pockets.

If I were the Deep State,
I’d make Easter about candy,
And Christmas about debt.

If I were the Deep State,
I’d tax the hardworking,
And bribe the lazy,
Until no one dared to rise above.

Oh, you’d bet I’d legalize gambling,
And call it "economic stimulus."

I’d mock hard work,
Scorn tradition,
And sell lust as empowerment.

I’d tell the young marriage is a cage,
That hookups are harmless,
And your identity is whatever I say it is.

And soon, I’d have you naked in public,
Poisoned with vices,
Addicted to my systems—
With no cure in sight.

In other words…
If I were the Deep State,
I’d just keep doing what it’s doing.

If I were the Deep State…
I’d just keep doing what it’s doing.