That's what we called them back then, at least in my area. They invited some of us to this bizarre movie where a young woman ends up at some kind of religious rally & is invited to accept Christ & says, "This isn't for me," & leaves. The next morning she wakes up & the rapture has occurred. This was 50 years ago so it's hazy, but the movie ended with her choosing to commit suicide instead of getting the "sign of the beast" stamped on her. It was like a really bad fairy tale. We laughed about it the next day, but they really believed in it.
I worked as a cashier for many years & three separate times the total came to $6.66, & I was sure to call out, "That will be six-six-six, please!" 
Every time the person added something to the order. 
Your poem is interesting. The ones who most need a serious & truthful look in the mirror, are the ones least likely to do it. I believe Lindsey Graham has broken every mirror & reflective surface in his house lest he see the ghost of John McCain chastising him for being a sniveling, ass-kissing coward.
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