My cult

I want to start a new cult
One which spreads across this world unobserved
Founded on murder, sex and hauntings
Back of a van the place of worship
Sacrificing stray's to appease the self
Blossoming and soft, deflowered and waiting to die
Slain to release her infertile soul
New life pumped into a hollow corpse
A spiritual de-birth
Spirits of lost innocence caught within mirrors
To converse with their killer, inverted and perverse
Mimicking screams as they cry, resigned to silence
As they watch their body's, molested and brutalized, being burned
Crackling ember's of charcoal bone
Fuel the cackling hysteria of my congregation
We chant the names of our victims loved ones
Which we learn as they die
The cult grows in the driver's seat
Tapping my dashboard, I hum the motto of delusion
There are so many of me
Whistling on down the highway
Looking out for hitch hikers who demand my attention