converts to a cult were searching
to a need ready to grasp a trendy flickering
light
advertisement well prepared snares need filling
target campaigns rape new converts pouring
in deficiency subject
daily to new cults
new causes leaders
within
inner circle smile
contentedly new altars
demand precious
metal
silver gold
is worthy of a God
gems
will receive divine favours
givers
give time fleeced
when harvest gathered
is ready for reaping
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