SAY TO CULTIST

Beware the words that softly call, They seek to bind your mind in chains, Say no to cultists standing tall. Their promises will surely fall, Ignoring what your spirit gains. Don't let your reason start to crawl, Say no to cultists standing tall. That hides the truth in murky lanes, Protect the self that knows it all, And break away from all their pains. Before you answer to their thrall, Remember freedom still remains, Their whispered words will try to draw you near, Beware the promises they try to sell, Reject the darkness and the rising fear. Their gentle manner seems to disappear, When true intentions they no longer veil, They offer comfort, hold you ever dear, But freedom fades within their binding spell, A life controlled where no one dares rebel. Their whispered words will try to draw you near. To join their fold, they make the pathway clear, Do not let doubts become a rising tear, Escape the siren’s hypnotic knell, Reject the darkness and the rising fear. Keep your own thoughts and hold your vision sheer, You have the strength to break away as well, Their whispered words will try to draw you near, Beware the shadows where they meet, A gentle word can lead astray. Their promises sound ever sweet.