In Vegas, one night, under the stars so bright,
A shooter did something that filled us with fright.
Stephen Paddock, his motive unclear,
Sixty lives taken, spreading dread and fear.
They say he was solo, no help in sight,
But the story keeps changing, something's not right.
Big money was moving, large bets were made,
Secrets are hiding in the dark, deep shade.
The tale’s got holes, and the timeline's a mess,
Could there be more that they're trying to suppress?
Multiple shooters? A twist in the plot?
Theories keep swirling, connect the dots.
Security failures, lapses galore,
How did he smuggle his arsenal to the floor?
Cameras and guards, where did they go?
Maybe they’re hiding what they don’t want to show.
Government secrets, a history of lies,
From Watergate scandals to spying on lives.
What are they hiding? What’s kept out of view?
The truth must be told, it’s long overdue.
We deserve answers, we need the full scoop,
No more cover-ups, let the truth troop.
So, let’s dig deeper, uncover the light,
Reveal all the secrets that hide in the night.
Paddock was a patsy. There were three shooters.
This is the kind of thing we the people need to know.