FROM A COUNCIL TO A CULT

 

The cult distraction shrank

To be fronted by a child

However choreographed not exact stamp

A child reasoned with into accordance

That child now the man

On his shoulders crashing down

Spotlight always putting off

Because then known child is laughing

 

The cheated distracted thanked

To be vindicated right to suspect

And kept child's ruse in their web

Because everyone just saw

In a suit a man grown

Spotlight closed blinds on the cult

A man stares at charts ruthless calculate

Claims humanity by remembering

The smell and colour of red paint

And when stained across metal

 

And to child every saying "No"

As man grown takes on full

After cult harness aghast skills

Any sympathy conditioned to ignore

Ask for help in cash for balance

Taking from our mouths as done

 

The cult direction shrank

But with such reach

Never knowing how fell

Because always told of dream

Grown man of the psychopath being

Painting blood on toy carriage

And being reasoned to sign agreement

 

Where are children?

Accuse the cult

From a cult to a council

Installed trick mirrors

And still came the Despot.