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Writer's pictureJoel Wordsmith

Conniving World Cult ft. The Cult Favorites (us) 

Banks:

Can I control you through your coin? ask all the top banking institutions of the world.

Through your limited leash called “salary”, I'll send you to places you've never imagined you'd be in. Like the exotic location called: "you don't fit here".



Religious institutions:

Can I control your mind through your spiritual desire for something beyond the physical? I'll sell you some cheapjack magic tricks and spells that we call prayer and pick your pocket. 



Authorities:

Can I enforce some unruly and panzee authority as per the commands from the command center onto your skull? Every criminal can waltz around but if you're innocent, reporting infamous criminals, I've got to handcuff you to make an example out of a rebel and a whistleblower!!!!

And further incite vengeance within you to become a criminal, just like the rubbish person you reported.



School:

Can I brainwash your kids? Teach them some crap that equates washing your brain with acid. Stuff that's dead beat outdated and that doesn't matter in the real world?

So that you're handicapped and mentally tazed before the above 3 institutions from the most impressionable time of your lives!



Entertainment Media:

Can we blitz scale perverse propaganda?

Movies that glorify the madcap behaviors of adultery and undue violence…so that we can control you by your spiritually-deficit weaknesses and addictions that we are busy influencing you to take up in the course of life…



I've just introduced you to the many hands and limbs of the same world cult fueling venomous agendas to destroy families and wreak havoc.


I'm an antagonist powered by the Creator to go no other way, but at this little dollhouse of deceit. 


Cult favorites ft. A&J

// poetry

Your happiness up for auction
At vicious degenerate cults
Anything to you that brings contentment
The World Cult catapults.

I'm talking about the unified busybody
That sits around making chairs warm 
Just turn into rubble already, you bums
Into whatever wasteful refuse form.

Oh wait, you're already a bunch of refuse
Like an alligator to the world.
Every straight line of innocent intention 
You've corrupted and curled.

You set the net for many,
Can't stay in the bounds of your doghouse.
You've grabbed land, butchered competition.
Separated many from their preferred spouse.

Like a little mouse, 
In a confined rathole on an island,
Rattling around in the hole out of envy,
Transforming every place into 'DieLand.'

It's the world ruled by banks 
They adhere not to personal space.
This poem post your intrusion,
Just a casual slap on your face.  

It's tight knit families...
That covertly control your lives...
They've left you to nibble in their mousetrap
While they've secured their bee hives.

Anything that makes you happy,
Give it up if you're not up for a fight.
I can see the apple in the World Cult's hands. 
Without joining you I'm going to take my bite.

I'm a systemic glitch.
New opposing fabric into the cult being stitch.
I'm a sire over my own life,
Not just another man trying to be the cult's bi*tch.

I'm only parading
With the pants of this cult
With the nakedness of the casting couch,
Now "Their" honor I shall publicly catapult.


 

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