Beneath the silent gaze of a flat and motionless Earth,
A staged moon-landing unfolds, a spectacle of mirth.
In the shadowy halls of the reptilian elite,
The illuminati's secrets, they meticulously keep.
On a barren soundstage, with stars carefully placed,
The astronauts descend, in their lunar embrace.
Their footsteps echo, a hollow sound,
As the world watches on, spellbound.
The flag unfurls, in the nonexistent breeze,
As the cameras capture each staged freeze.
In the reptilian stronghold, the puppeteers pull the strings,
Crafting a narrative fit for kings.
But beyond the faade, the truth lies in wait,
A flat Earth spinning, beneath the illuminati's gate.
For those who dare to question, to seek the truth,
The secrets of the reptilians, they'll uncover in their youth.
In the staged moon-landing, a tale unfolds,
Of deception and power, in the hands of the bold.
But beneath the surface, the truth remains,
A flat and stationary Earth, where the reptilians reign.
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