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.