Those unfaithful will remain unfaithful, they would choose whoever pays more.
Those faithful will be loyal and hold truth than to rather assign themselves a cult of lies, to own or be part of an empire
Those who see the truth die, rid of, the cult fears the man who sees.
Those who are blind get to be puppets, played in a game of chess for eternity.
So sinners are trusted by those wicked, because they would rather play.
And those who are righteous, are feared to take down all the cult has.
- Author: Last Shadow ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2022 13:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Only time will tell
- Category: Letter
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- Users favorite of this poem: Dahlia
Comments1
well penned, makes me ponder on
alot of what is attacking our societies
at large, happy Sunday,
keep poeming on
Dahlia
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