Become the Cult

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