by Nick Gisburne
Too gullible to blame him for the burst
His followers assemble here, at last
They flee, the faithful, cheated and coerced
To safety, to the ship, before the blast
He revels in the ignorance, the fear
The calculated chaos he has sown
They watch the world, in darkness, disappear
Appalled, afraid, they find themselves alone
But here, beyond the desecrated Earth
Escaping the extinction he released
Their prophet paints a picture of re-birth
The portrait of a pure, untainted priest
The poisonous messiah sneers a smile
And wonders which disciple to defile
