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