Slithering unchecked between worlds
Such desperation, sickening to see
A serpent masquerading as a prophet

Blind, directionless, lost

We all came forth

Excited and enthralled

Fooled, one and all

Welcomed by the mass
We praised every word
Copied every act


Join us
Follow us

Become us
Spread our word


Hate them, control them
Despise them, change their word


Join the cult
Become the cult


A hunger for control
The thirst to convert
Hidden by our hope, buried by our dreams

We believed the spoken word

The rhetoric of the blind

Prophetic rants so insane
Gullible, we get what we deserve
Flame in hand, marching onwards

A self-made prophet setting the world alight

Our home in ruins, we are torn and tattered

Never graced by a backwards glance
Flame in hand, marching onwards