Phil Soar

Gold Star - 50,198 Points (28.06.1952)

The Cult - Poem by Phil Soar

I believe I have been chosen
The cult leader told his flock
So do not doubt my good ideas
Don't taunt me, and don't mock
Follow me, and I will lead
And take you on adventures
Where thoughts are never understood
When compared to my past ventures

I'll lead you on a journey
That only has one end
With all of us beneath the sod
The start of quite a trend
I'll influence the many
Who act on all my ways
That listen to me constantly
Get on their knees and pray

So join my flock I urge you
I'll turn your world around
We'll spend all of eternity
Lying upside down
Beneath the earth so solidly
With worms around our ears
No longer living for the sod
Who's been missing for years

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

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