The Leader of the Cult
You follow like lemmings, blindly
Hang on every syllable and noun
Like dictates from the gods
Do not disagree as banishment awaits.
For those that veer from the chosen path
A lonely road lays ahead,
they use fear as a signpost
To keep you on the straight
Adulation and nothing less
Will satisfy and feed the zealot.
You must fly their flag.
And wear their badge.
Chant their name with pride.
Take up arms.
Kiss those you really love goodbye.
Oh, what a fantastic c@@t you are.
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