The Cult

There are cults and then there are cults. My cult lives on the streets of the city. Freedom is our motto and we wear it like a singular badge of honour. When you are free, you are strong and with strength comes independence and to that end we owe our allegiance to no one. Of course you, outsiders see us differently. To you, we are victims or perhaps even degenerates, to be pitied or worse to be abused. But let me warn you practice the latter at your peril, for in truth we are many and you are just one. You think you hold the upper hand, but in the end you are nothing, just a sad crumb drifting on the wings of imagined prosperity, desperate to become, but never really achieving. You live in the city, cloistered in apartments and boxlike houses, but we own it and you should remember that, because one day we might also own you as well!