Followed the shining path.
In solemn silence.
Without thoughts, ideals or violence.
Down to the jungle camp.
Dark, squalid and damp.
Oblivion forgotten.
Lives lost in the aftermath.
Memories rotten.
The journey just begun.
Towards the promised golden sun.
Set down on tablets of stone.
A story we could own.
With the missionary zeal
of a conscious deceiver.
We followed the words
that made us feel.
The sweet holy sweat fever
of a true believer.
Sat by the fire
he worked up his ire.
Into a storm of lies
that signalled our demise.
No choice but to follow.
Broken hearted and hollow.
The shining path.
A righteous blood bath.
The Shining Path
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