OBEY

They walk on streets lined with lead
Black suits, white heads
Little wooden trinkets filled with cocaine
Remotely controlling the web of economics

With spears beneath there robes
They pierce with precision
Dismantling and building 
United Nations

They are them, or those
But nobody knows
Identity is mere fiction
Silent wispered codes

I know this because 
I am the creator
The spinner of Webs
An arachnid that leaks lies
A eight legged mechanical drone
Hovering above with deafening tone

Go ahead 
Tell the world what you've heard
What you think you know
We will discredit you
Call you a liar, 
A Conspiracy theorist
An unknown

When all is said and done
Humans will do as there told
Humans will continue to work
They are too afraid
To say NO.