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HeartCore Sep 2017
I was born in the 'light'.
A light produced by 5 feet tall mirrors.
 But my shadow was faster ,
and it soon taught me,
these lights shined on to me,
 are shadows with colors,
an art, a paint job of the cult.
But I preferred my shadow to disappear
 in light of the stars.
Where I found my true destiny
The rhythm of my heart,
Marching for what is right.
Luna Lima Aug 2017
I don't go to church
My soul need no search
You tell me I'll go to hell
Well, I think that's swell
I don't want an eternity of harps.
Wrote this after some idiot tried converting me to their cult.
Seema Jun 2017
Blunt blade cuts with pain
The deeper it goes in, the
more hatred, it spills.
Psychosis, plays its neat game,
deemed with a horrific cult.


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Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Myemail Mar 2017
Agony of memories shackled in soul
Loss of control

Cult raised isolation bred within youth
Eureka of truth

Abandoned by love own motherhood start
Burden of heart

Maternal disease and death's lengthy fight
Daytime to night

Caring in vain is like tightening rope
Grasping for hope

Sweet child now mortal illness attacked
Mind being racked

No support acquaintance or true friend
Alone till end

Questioning Deity in trial with doubt
Childish I pout

Weakness in battle spirit slowly died
Strength not inside

Broken wondering why His small pawn
Can't carry on
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