Megan Ryan Poet Free verse

Sheeple To the Slaughter

How I feel sorry
For all those unfortunate souls
Sold their humanity to the devil
Transformed into sheeple
Brainwashed to believe
Everything they're told.

Led by a false shepard
A false messiah
An imposter emperor
Who wears a fake wig
Clothed in riches
Even his staff is platinum.

Being fed the grass of lies
Drunk from the trough of deception
Ingesting the crap that he's given
Twisted their minds to his will
The life within their eyes paled
Turned into zombies who obey.

How I feel pity
Oh how I feel sorry
For the souls
That follow him
Not knowing
What fate awaits them.

Like the Pied Piper 
Playing his hypnotic tune
He leads them with his staff
Guiding them toward a cliff
One by one he pushes them
Straight to their deaths.

How I feel sorry 
For the poor souls
Who's will was taken
By the devil masquerading
As a "saint" in their eyes.

Now you see the horrid truth
As you gaze up at your "savior"
Seeing the sickly wicked grin
Adoring their demise
As their bodies pierce
Through the spikes below.

Poor foolish Sheeple
If only you fought hard
To regain your humanity
To see the truth before you
That your precious shepard
Is Satan leading you to Hell.

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