Entheta is anything that tells the hard, cruel truth about $cientology.

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People tramp concrete, wandering the city.
People on side streets thoughts like confetti.
People unfinished, only half born.
People diminished, little dwarf form.
Trap spiders scent them, wait for the grab.
Cult robots wrap them up in their web.
Praise "Bob" and Connie with severing blades.
Their eyes are stunning their hands unstained.
Always cry waken. Open your eyes. You're not
mistaken: you used to be flies!
Entheta the triumph of entheta where the only
"follow the leader" is following the light inside
Enturbulating, the org's afraid of our Enturbulating
The org's sheep are bleating and the wolf calls
them inside
to the meat hooks inside
to the meat hooks inside
to the meat hooks you'll ride
remember what it was like alive?
They're fearful of questions that shake the sheep's
pen. Questions may send them out into the open.
The frightening open where freedom is terror.
They're used to groping. The org is so much safer.
Ron's books are so many and so elaborate. To
keep scared minds busy some traps are intricate.
Just a lot of made up, Just a lot of made up
Just a lot of made up shit
Just a lot of made up, Just a lot of made up
Just a lot of made up shit