“Follow my vision; follow the light!”
Bellowed the prophet on stage that night
I’d watched him climb from a pit of fire
And saw him float higher and higher
“Look at me; resist the sin!
Come! Follow me. Give in. Give in!”
The crowd around me looked on and cheered
The man on stage looked back and sneered
Those at the front didn’t stand a chance
Already hypnotised into a trance…
I think I was too, eyes starting to close…
“Now cast aside your unholy clothes!”
They stripped naked, one by one,
The nightmare now truly begun
My shirt was opened to the waist,
Enough, I decided; I needed space
To get away, to find somewhere to hide
So I fled the tent to the hills outside.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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