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"Cult Leader"

the sacred hour is upon us!

the special day that we've all dreamed off,

the time when the colored lights in the sky

will take us away;

though we've all made our mistakes,

we've summoned the power to forgive ourselves;

all the holy connections I've taught you;

our voices grew strong;

I readily swallowed your fears,

and taught you to channel the deep magic;

I made you all worthy to be here today

in this special room;

tonight they will fly by our world,

with contrails of everlasting lights of love;

their spectral arms of joy will surround us,

and take us back home;

from the crystal sphere in the room,

all of you will take one pill to your beds;

all of these capsules are identical,

though I select first;

your love will follow example,

and follow me from our bodily confines,

I will lead you after the pills are taken

all at the same time;

our clothing will not be needed,

and this "room" is on wheels of tidiness;

we neatly dispose of our empty shells;

inside these black bags;

I heard the silence grow deader,

and felt the breeze of ninety-nine last-breaths;

I discovered my favorite part of me

was as hard as stone;

I wanted to love them again;

be one with each that had trusted me so;

as I entered every cooling cadaver,

each one of them spoke!

even after death they graced my name,

propitiated with a single rush of oblative air;

their unblinking eyes all smiled at me;

I closed every pair;

one day I'll be King of the Dead,

with an army of loyals to storm opposition;

I will seige both heaven and hell,

and change all the rules.

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