I was drunk and playing Hangar 18 on Guitar Hero and I got to thinking about a certain recent group of people...and thought, why not make a satirical poem of it???

And there we have it, after some research on the subject's beliefs and culture of course. To mock a subject, you have to know SOME of it.
I am not one of them just to abate your fears :P

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Bust my Psyche
By Arran John Middleton

It all began so many years ago
Before God came and 10 million before
The dinosaurs were dethroned
From their rightful natural place.

They say a flight came to this humble world
A final destination for those on board
The last thing they'd ever see for their trip
Would be walls of fire burning all but their souls.

The souls floated around the Earth
To clasp unto the living with tendriled minds
And shockwaves were never felt
Until one dreamer of space concocted theories.

Electric ribbons strung through them
Wrapped up in a bow to look pretty as cake
So it would be easier for others to swallow
Sweeter for them but not for others.

And among the adulterous robots
And intergalactic walruses
There lies the central cream of lava crop
Of the pseudoscientists.

Something can be done about it
They all say to the world
When some awaken by theta waves
And others by thetan brains.

A word in your ear
And a tongue slip here
Soothsayers of the modern world
To those too lost within themselves.

When auditing sucks some souls as business
It does not do so as a test
But analyse it all and it unravels
Destroying the foundations all around them

Like the volcanic eruption of such
They feel they have within their past
Locked away in the airplane cabinet
And everyone lost the key.

Their arcs become triangles
Their truths become walls
Their lies become locks
And their wallets tighten.

Tone it up but tone me down
So we're all ready to turn green
For you to get some more green
And feast upon the wealth of knowledge.

The meter wasn't charged
When the birth came around
Not that anyone could know
When there was a wall of silence.

Living a life to convert
Energy from the meter and out
Whether you join or not
Is the choice of your theta waves.

And when the funeral comes
We'll pay all the debts
When you've given so much
From your accounts to our memory.

Never bring praise to the being marked X
When all friends and family disconnect
In the battlefield of antagony
Among generations.

Those who are shaken by solar winds
Brought forth to a truth planted like seeds
Like many other truths can be in truth
But only you can point and proclaim

Which is true and what is not
In the world of facts and fiction
When black is white and blue is green
When lies are truths and truths are theories.

Do you hear that hissing scream
From the ones pointing at you?
It could be the thetans coming to claim
Another one to fill the pods.