Cult Followers Time Fleeced Poem by Terence George Craddock

Cult Followers Time Fleeced



inner circle smile
contentedly new altars
demand precious

metal
silver gold
platinum is worthy of a God

gems
will receive divine favours
givers

give time fleeced
when ripe harvest gathered
is ready for reaping


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Sunday, June 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Religion
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Split image from the poem 'Converts To A Cult', by the poet Terence George Craddock. Written in June 2014 on the 18.6.2014.Topic: Cults
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