Terence G. Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)


Taking Gullible Followers Valuables


cult leaders receive their necessary tribute booty
their adulation praise in the name of their God many
plan to take all their gullible followers valuables

such cult leaders have masks
bestowing loving blessings
concern token upon followers

but never reveal true hand
when swift absconding
to new richer picking
locations abandoning

present shorn sheep fleeced
who never faithful realized
cult leaders felt no loyalty
to their passionate followers

Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, June 23, 2014

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Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in June 2014 on the 18.6.2014.
Split image from the poem 'Cult Leaders Receive Tribute Booty' by Terence George Craddock.
Topic: Cults

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