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Lloyd Hargrove

Sects

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    we servants of a nameless kind

    are summoned out to seek and find

    (with maybe some telepathy)

    all spoilers of the human youth

    and garblers of the sacred truth

     

     

    deceivers, liers, self-fulfilled

    if left to us we'd have you grilled

    (and that for an eternity)

    on endless grace is what you've bet

    but chances are we'll get you yet

     

     

    pontification is your bent

    as if you think you're heaven sent

    (with great dilatability)

    in truth you're nothing but a cad

    your droning's bound to drive us mad

     

     

    in sects is where you've built your base

    a con job on the human race

    (preying on gullibility)

    in this food chain you've set your sights

    you're nothing more than parasites

     

     

    a curse upon your hated lot

    too insignificant to swat

    (it's ultraseriousity)

    your whiney noises irritate

    incessent buzzing we do hate

     

     

    compelled we are now to devise

    a mechanism of demise

    (with sheltered obviousity)

    to gather fools who congregate

    mistaken souls soon to be late

     

     

    your very nature is profane

    so function will design a bane

    (with irresistability)

    to capture using great appeal

    the poison God cares not to heal

     

     

    it's laced with negativity

    a twist of some divinity

    (of certain mootability)

    a deadend, none will get too far

    caught in a bottle or a jar

     

     

    it's murky by design, this pool

    a trap to capture any fool

    (with inescapability)

    so join with others of your kind

    all mired in liquid state of mind

     

     

    our entranceway that seems so sweet

    just disappears beneath your feet

    (a lewiscarrollosity)

    under the many watchful eye

    of Him the greatest dragonfly

     

     

    and looking back from where you fell

    into this mass of teeming hell

    (treading such mutability)

    heaven yet beckens, far away

    but rest assured you're here to stay

     

     

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