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sky pilot

by Ulyss Rubey

Sell all you own,
Give me the cash,
I'll build a religion
Strictly from scratch.

Our ship is coming,
Get ready to fly,
Oh! those still alive
May have to die.

We'll find our salvation
In the tail of a comet,
Or some other location
Not very far from it.

We'll live forever,
There isn't a doubt-
Just make out the check
To my personal account.

You truly are blessed,
You've found the only
Hospice there is
For the terminally lonely.

10/07/2001

Posted on 10/07/2001
Copyright © 2021 Ulyss Rubey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/01/04 at 02:25 AM

YEOWZA! I remember that cult and their philosophy, though thankfully can't remember their name. Well done Ulyss. You've really hit the nail on the head as per cults in general.

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