Looking For Saviours In A World Full Of Fake Messiahs.

Hordes upon hordes flocked towards _____x_____ in the hope of salvation.

Abiding by whatever words bowing down into praise. Enthusiasm and faith filled the masses so eager and hungry to believe that here lay the answer to all of their misfortune.

Rage, unhinged gripped them if any critical voice questioned their dedication to the new doctrine, for nothing that was being said by ____x____ could be untrue or misleading.

High on hope they flocked to __x___ exalted into euphoria by any words spoken, yet they came back home to what they abhorred and shackles and chains that were only tightening.

One by one they started suffering longterm after ideological application, with a shrine in their homes brightly gleaming, vacant and alone.

Those words so well spoken now turned into rot gnawing at their faltering expectations.

Some kept believing while others now started to doubt, but rather than acknowledging what their presence had created they turned against ____x____ since this Messiah was just another one made of stone.

One would think that wisdom would gain ground after a disappointment such as this, but no, it didn’t take long before ___x___ came along and the people resounded with the same old song.

 

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