Living the lives of horror, As many a Master and poet do, In Cult led World, All abducted with points of concentration, Persecuted too, Gossip of horror, Do check what is true, Usually joking, its what they know about you, So the Cult does leave, Demise and do Hell, Here one last time, Second Destruction as well, No more they exist, Spiritually destroyed, And arts always wonderful, Abducted as well, Those who fall return, Enjoyment in Art, Poetry and Singing, Musicians as well, For dance we as People, Will do as well, With joy in our hearts, Freedom to tell, How happy we are, In our best course of Books, To be free of the cult, As we reincarnate here and dwell, In a World of Peace as good as can be, The hidden Artist in all can come out, Though the Masters...