Best Cult Poems

The cult of the bone 
the bone
the bone
Chalky and porous and white
as a stone
crushed in a cauldron
in flames in a fire
brewed as a potion
to cure my desire.

Inspired by Anthony Slauson...

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They believed a Capitol riot could make a loser a winner,
After failing, they cling to changing facts by terror and thunder....

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Schools are cults of intelligence

Sports are cults of athleticism

Families are a cult of similar genetics

Clubs are cults of interests

Bands are cults of music

Businesses are cults of greed

Governments are cults of power

Gangs are cults of inferiority

Art is a cult of creativity

Industry is a cult of logic

Friendships...

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His heart was a philosopher's stone
that broke down happiness
to it's components
of sex and being alone.

Her skin was the Ouija board
he used in order to receive
messages beyond her soul.

And when they were rapt
in their circle of consummation,
they found the face of
erotic compassion....

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Limericks crochetés : All the trappings of the rough-neck cult

All the trappings of the rough-neck cult
Baby-faced blond Aryans exult
Under star-striped umbrella
State seal insignia
Some Dad yells « OUT », muscle-men catapult

Can SUN also set in the Wild West
Where the cash – the Man says – will...

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Psychopomp led me into afterlife
into the souls' of our forefathers, 
into the dire grave, spiritualism,
i saw spirits, deities, the deads;
the beneficient dead of the night.
i laid on the ancestor's cult below
resting returns of darkness of the  
ancient historical cult of culture.
i was introduced to...

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As i retired home from hunting
I stood before my shrine,
Forgive me for murdering nature
It was the gun that killed not me
I toil in tears just for my love, at least the bush meat will win her heart...
Hunting has being my grandpa's cult
Tonight, sleeplessness capsize my...

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let my words guide you
do only as i say
there's nothing we cant get through
this is the only way
come with me to the other side
my souls light will guide you
you cannot run and dare not hide
this journey has been made by few
take this cup and drink...

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Seek thus the truth
Watch light cast proof


See that you see
So peace may be


Watch ego vain
Fling madness plain


Don't act so cool
Love is no fool


Joy never hides
Even from pride


Dare face the fact
Live what you act


No need to hate
Each lives a fate


Let cheer find ease
To foster peace


Love each...

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Religious right-wing revivial
Sustains Supremo’s survival
With maga culture
Chirps convict’s vulture
Our god’s not dead on arrival...

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Pardon me if I disbelieve
that bumping ugly is still a thing
even though the evidence
states quite the opposite
the fair practices once pursued
enjoyment of the lovely views
are now lost to distant days
spawned from acts that cured malaise

purity is circumscribed
by a god in holy writ
even as adherents longed
for...

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This weathering vessel that casts about
A barge adrift in the river of lies.
My crumbling ship, my hopes all cast in doubt
I navigate past cults of crying eyes.

This rusting old tanker betrays my flame
My boy joy driving fervent flaring glare.
I’m no match for terror by any...

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We have brought this upon ourselves:
This virus, this egregore:
This cult of individuality.

	Our right to die and bring others with us!
Truly an inversion of full potentiality:
	Others live so we may make right.
The Sun shines on all, says the Teacher,
And vanity blows among its rays.

Like a mask...

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Panic mongers, hate mongers,
                  traffickers in groupthink. 
The key to the universe,
	you must never let facts interfere 
		 with all your  
 obsessive incessant fables.
 	You must...

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Unworthy of the Watchtowers gaze
No gentle guiding dove
A million miles away, was He
The God I chose to love

Abused, my innocence defiled
By those I’m taught to trust
My words rebuked, my soul beguiled
As nails that turn to rust

Told what to read and what to wear
A collective consciousness,...

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