Simon was an engineer

Scientific stratosphere

He lost his mind long ago

And no one knew

Accumulating cult-like literature and such

Writing, he wrote all his friends of what he learned of cults

Peter was an architect

One night, when he went to bed

He heard knocking at his door

So he looked out

Outside, he saw something crawl into his house

What now?

Hallucinating, he hunted, then he dressed for work

Simon, Peter

Simon, Peter