A short poem about how generic cults operate in their slimy dog eat dog world. How in the end, when members wake up, they're already in too deep and can't escape without repercussions. False prophets snag people in with a pyramid scheme where they promise riches and enlightenment. In reality, they just bleed their worshipers of money. That is the theme I'm trying to encapsulate.
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About the Author
I'm a pseudo-intellectual who studied Philosophy. My favourite hobby is fictional writing--especially novellas and short poems. Thus, I thought I'd share excerpts of creativity.
My style is very dark; however, I don't intend to be controversial or offensive. If you dislike my writing that's fine, but don't attack me I'm just the messenger. Deeper meanings within text can make people reflect inwardly--my main aim is to make others think critically and objectively.
P.S. My flow is similar to Dr. Seuss (miles off his class). Hence, if you hate incessant rhyming, I'm not your cup of tea.
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