Exorcise

Obtain it in a spirit board
Or cavorting with a mob
A leave of sense to another mind
And group think as a blob
Possessed, devoid of coherence
Do what the voices tell you
Forget about what’s right or wrong
The power of the tribe compels you

Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux. 
Vade Retro, Satana! 
Crux Sancta Sit Mihi Lux! 

In the land of darkness, be the light
Dawn in the valley of death
Release for the captives, sight for the blind
Gospel to the oppressed
Think with the mind of the One who was sent
One who was sent to forgive you
Follow and learn what’s right and wrong
The love of Christ propels you

(Poetry Scales 106)