Would you be in an obscure cult?
Would you let yourself be controlled like a puppet?
No voice, no own thoughts.
You'll only be a shell of yourself without fight.
Now, what if I was the leader of that cryptic cult?
Would you let me manipulate, enchant you,
promising you all of the glamour in the world?
Would you be my wordless, loving, obedient puppet,
worshipping my every step, my every word?
What would you give up?
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2020
Music by: Karliene
Author Notes: This is just a creepy poem in which a cult leader is rambling and rambling, asking unnerving questions.
Smooches and think Tink!
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