Promises made

That make you feel safe,

Secure in the solace

Of a kingdom secluded;

Intruded no longer

By those you deem stronger,

Or wronger or right

Or those left that you fight.

Wishing on wonders

To redeem all your plunders;

The lies and deceit

That you’ve used to complete

A conceited desire –

Avoid burning fire

On pyres of liars;

Sold you tombs you require

Shaped liked keys formed of briars.

Do as you please,

Every one of you wins;

Just conform, it’s no cult,

We’ll absolve all your sins.

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