A poem about Jean, the co-leader with *Don Gallant, *destructive religious cult leader

Dear Jean,
Giver of death
Not life
Hater of…you put in the name
Lover of God?
How can that be?
Sick to the soul
Husband like her
Loves the law
Loves to be right
Can never be wrong
No, never wrong
What is love my dear sick Jean?
What is love?
Fearful of everything
Blind to the truth
Everything her way
Her way’s, “the right way”
There’s no other way
Don’t even think it
Even if you try
It won’t be right
You’ll never make it!
“You need us”
Time and again
“You need us”
Everyone else is wrong
They are deceived
Don’t go near them
They are wrong
They are deceived
Don’t go near them
They are wrong
We are right
You’ll be safe here
Safe with us
Trust us
We know what is best
We love you
Just say you are sorry!

Sorry for what I say – for being alive?

An afterthought:  I am not sorry that I am alive.  I no longer live under the rules of, “Don and Jean”.

I would enjoy a reply:)

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