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They follow him…
Like he’s a God…
Yet he treats them all…
Like his pet dogs…
Abusing his power…
And his position…
Spreading his lies…
Preaching with poison…
He preys on the weak…
The lost and the damned…
To those who are drowning…
He offers out his hand…
As they bow down…
Fall to their knees…
And do anything…
So eager to please…
The one they follow…
And they all adore…
He gives them shelter…
If they abide by his laws…
But they fail to see…
The darkness within…
He’s mentally instable…
Where did this begin…
How did this happen…
What do they see…
In a confused world…
Run by his insanity…
Where he kills for fun…
Offering up sacrifice…
Any of his flock…
Who have no price…
They have no value…
In his warped eyes…
Just his play things…
Under the disguise…
Of being his disciples…
The special chosen ones…
Who stand before him…
With no urge to run…
Because they follow him…
And amidst all their strife…
It’s their humble privilege…
To give him their life…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
Ahh! the genius that is Neil Finn!
A genius indeed! Cheers J
Amazing. Your work intrigues me. Drop me some lines if you ever want to collaborate. cmrsyk1985@hotmail.com
Thanks – However I find the writing process both a painful and solitary thing – but feel free to submit something as a guest poet – eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk – send words liked to a song / youtube clip and your blog if you have so I can feature you – Cheers J
That guy gives me the shivers. I’d better run before he gets to me… — Brilliant poem though, J! ^^
Haha – am sure you wouldn’t sucummb to such cult mind tricks! Cheers J