Cult

Celestial body
An infinite trail
What it has taught me
We’re doomed to fail
An imaginary master
We’ll follow his road to disaster
We gather around the tail end
Set sail towards the end my friend
But we will never
Stay forever in limbo
All will turn to black
Existence will be no more
The exchange will be fulfilled
A run of the mill happening
Our leader was a false prophet
But we were divinely blessed
False prophet