
A perfect murder, they are dead, killed in action.
Pretending to care about the bodies they ruled
Every day and night since birth, until a faction
Realised they were parasites within the fooled.
Fooled by their own brains that can recreate new realms
Excepting the tools to understand ’tis a game
Concocted to whelm, as it later overwhelms
Thoughts to believe with a straight face and then proclaim
More of the same in most organised religions
Underhanded from the start like a tall preacher
Reaching to the stars while looking for more pigeons
Defending the old custom of a mind bleacher.
Everyone will die sooner or later, my friend
Reacting one way or another to the end.
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Cult To Follow - Murder Melody
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.


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