Cult Escapee

The cult escapee pt 1
 
They’d penetrated raped and ravaged her mind
Inculcating it with poisoned semen of belief
Impregnating her with “the one and only truth”
Until their perfect child grew
Though never came-of-age
For “blessed are the children”
 
Their healing blood of power
Only empowered
The hidden illnesses of their minds
They rule the blessed meek
With a rod that mustn’t be withheld
From lying children
 
“Be not of this world” they said
(The worldly-wise are hell-bent)
So the child subdued that womanly beast within
Fearing its bent toward sin
 
“Court”, don’t date
No pleasure, just mate
“The husband is head of his wife
as Christ is head of the church”
Nevermind the unsatiated dick beating his son with a coat hanger
As pious members dress the welts with the balm of Gilead
And praise forgiveness
That household head was elder of his church
 
But this is HER story of maturation
The daughter of god who
For a quarter century wandered through
2 continents then
Finally left her childish ways behind
 
an innocent ignorant girl at 25
She dared to taste of life
Grain by grain she unearthed her sandy head
To see the lies
To wake the truth
That no one-and-only truth
remained
That’s when her escape began
(It’s okay; the cult will pray
For her lost soul)
 
The Cult Escapee pt 2
 
Twenty-five years of saying “no”
Is hard to crack
Oh, how her craving flesh and soul
Longed for “YES!”
Her kiss devoured
And left his memory burning
As hers burned with the thrill
Of roaring wheelies, stoppies, the rush of wind
And rush of blood while sitting close to him
she loved adrenaline
“You’re an animal” he’d said
As she was riding him
But her brain-washed thoughts screamed, “SIN”
And it ended before it could begin
 
She was done!
Said NO to saying “no”
Ready to explore
Burst from that virgin grave
That cultish coffin only ever brought her pain
Discipline was done
She’d be the whore of Babylon
Except
that’s when she found “the one”
Pity ‘twas the only one
Could boast of final penetration
What’s great about 72 heavenly virgins?
She can tell you:
They’ll never know what they’re missing.
A haven for her childish heart
She safely fled their cultish church and school
To hide within her freshest gilded walls
And settle
This whore of Babylon
Fooled everyone
With her apron and home-cooked dinner
Dutifully waiting on a fellow diner who never came
As domestic dishes cooled
So did she.
Until…
 
The cult escapee pt 3
 
Love can find us in the strangest places
Words that spark a fire, heart races
Souls aligned to find a love so kind
 
Three thousand miles,
16 years
Impossible fears
None can quench desire born
In a virgin heart
 
Broken, hurt may seek amnesia
Find an anesthesia
Numb the soul and bind the love in chains
Play with meat for selfish gains
But what remains
Cannot be erased
First love’s memory encased
marked in ink on vital muscle
These echoes of their past still bind
The fruitless logic of their baffled minds
Two hearts still sewn
Together
Stitches stretched and pulled
Nearly Apart