Now that the damage has all been done,
There's no more need for anyone to run.
Though you have spoken out against us all,
We've suffocated enough within your four walls.
We were your followers, whom you have lead wrong,
You even forced us to drink from your poisoned bong.
Having given in to unjust teachings; foolishly believing,
The lies that you've told, and the lies you're still weaving.
Well, your beloved cult has now turned it's back on you,
For it's truth that we seek, and what you speak is untrue.
Now you're demanding that we give you one good reason,
Or you'll somehow make sure we are all tried for treason.
But we proclaim you have now cast your very last stone,
It is you yourself, alone, and to each, his very own.
Your unholy star will no longer seem to shine,
As we will soon be freed, within all due time.
So the madman is now running on the loose,
He's beginning to cool off; calling out a truce.
Riding about, on chariots built on fire and ice,
But he should know it's his turn to roll the dice.
His decadent, possessive, precious little empire,
Which was once built on false pride and evil power,
Has now burned up in flames, furiously unto the ground,
And now the last thing to be heard is the trumpet's sound....
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Poem / Religion and Spirituality
Poem / Fantasy
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