Cultic Poetry


Many Cult Members write poetry as a means of expressing their gratitude to the Pastor and the Cult of Life for saving their souls.		Some of the poetry is very good, and some is excellent. Here is a small selection of Cultic Verse for your delight and delectation.
Pastor Jack, you saved my life I nearly died and lost my wife You made me better, and made me well, And saved me from a certain Hell. Life was hard and life was cruel Morning breakfast always gruel Money - none. No hope for me Till Pastor gave me a cup of tea. Pastor Jack - wot a man! I think I am his biggest fan I love his face, his feet are cute Pastor Jack - wot a beaut!	Sex and drink all for fun never think of damage done I was a vandal no abode Then pair of sandals and a robe Made me fine made me nice no more wine no more vice Cult O' Life and Pastor Jack Saved me strife and heart attack.
Sinning, swearing, cursing too Never knowing 'twas wrong to do Pastor stopped me in the street Told me I had smelly feet. 'Smelly feet?' Said I, quite mad 'I'll sort you out, you mincing cad' Pastor Jack's hand touched my head 'Feel the power,' was all he said. He washed my feet with Fairy Snow Toes a-tingling, all aglow Disinfected my body and mind Pastor Jack is very kind.