CULTS

Sol Finkelman (solthesage@geniepub.com)
Mon, 24 Nov 1997 00:23:10 -0500 

CULTS

A cult may seem so innocent,
Just peace and good they represent;
But all will seek to dominate,
In every way control your fate.

They dictate what its members read,
With guilt, togetherness they breed;
Excluding outside influence,
They win your trust and confidence.

Mind numbing is their regimen,
With rituals again, again;
In isolation, members kept,
As mind control they thus accept.

To break away is made so hard,
Although the prison is not barred.
They're always under scrutiny.
The binding chains no one can see.

The brain itself becomes the guard,
It is the cult's controlling card;
Brain washing goes on every day,
Persuading all that they must stay.

The relatives they're taught to fear,
They paint a picture oh so drear;
Tranquility within the cult,
Is shown to be their best result.

So evil is the world outside,
>From all connections one should hide;
So if the cult obeys all rules,
Its members soon are willing tools.

Sol the Sage

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