The Cult

A thrall of greed,

Showered by love

And fear.

The people follow

Blindly and loyally,

A stake impaled

Through their hearts.

They do not die,

But are reborn.

An ideal spoken,

But not seen.

Their lives in ruin,

But fulfilled.

A haven promised,

But a cage given.

Their faiths in vain,

But are respected.

The cult knows all,

But doesn’t at all.

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