My friend just joined a clandestine organization and his group listens to a lot of Illuminati/ Free Mason Jay-Z and Kanye West stuff so that is what inspired me to whip up this succinct poem.
Birth of a Cult
We, a mere few sat by Beelzebub’s door
Biding by the hour in wonder
A chaste-skinned seraphim with the mind of a whore
Came to take our souls asunder
We partied, we looted,
We taunted, we hooted,
And providence begged for the nails
Of our coffin to eternally hammer shut
But we were…
…The Birth of a Cult.