View from the Cult

I gave them all my riches, I gave them all my fame, I gave them all the things I loved That caused me woe and shame. Now I sit here penniless, With no one else to blame, Attempting to achieve some happiness, In a cult that numbed my name. I am now a swollen vessel, Turgid with cult beliefs, A homeless penniless vassal, Who depends on his cult to eat. Others wonder why I’ve done The things that changed my life. But I knew my ego must be shunned Because it only brought me strife. The cult accepted me, a troubled youth, Who was Hell-bent on destruction. But they also knew I challenged truths, And society’s specious deceptions. At the banks of my mental Rubicon, I elected to take the plunge, Knowing my cast die tumbled on A past I could not expunge. Others made the plunge with me. They too, took the risk. They too, wanted to be free Of society’s smothering fist. Now we are all on hostile ground, In a society that we have shaken. But, to our cult, we are now bound, And we realize the risks that we’ve taken. We no longer drift like icebergs, In some cold conscious conformity. Portions of our egos have been purged, Which masked our id’s enormity.