The Sect

I've put your leader in his place
Without knowing

I was minding my own business

You saw me as a victim
And you saw me as a villain

I was at your place to hear some nice art

You came with the entire coven
Sang your songs to bring me out of balance
Using my thoughts against me
A shaming ritual

She danced in the crowd
Like a proud mischievous ballerina
After every act, she complimented them aloud
Your leader said "yeah, she is probably in a sect too"
Was her name Moira?

This was not so nice
It took a while for me to forgive you

Now your time has come
And I wish you the best
But first
You must pass this test.