A Web

Caught in a web, sticky tendrils of control, settling over the land.

Slowly it was spun, woven across our land. Carefully crafted and laid, anchored with fear. Cemented with false beliefs.

Cult like in their ministry, they sowed it into our lives. These spidery Bishops of destruction have enslaved most with their venom. Their high priest believes himself untouchable in his ministrations of control.

Despite the evidence of his culpability, he continues to spew forth his poison. Fewer and fewer however are intoxicated with his fear mongering ways.

Too late, for most are caught in their web. Unable to free themselves from their controlling pressures. Submit or be shunned.

Still the web is fraying, their anchors of fear are dying off. Their season of control is ending.

As truths cut like a knife through all the strands of their lies.