Blood Offerings

Killing our own creations,


to our selves.

So perfect,

and worthy.

Pray that they are accepted.

No longer Holy motions,

just reflex.

Slit the throat

and burn the blood.

Such sweet incense

to the sky.

In a world of atrocities,

what are a few

million more?

Safe in our inner vessels,

for now;

we know the Judgement’s coming down.

We know

there’s gonna be Hell to pay,

but we do it anyway,

for just a little gain.

Such a weak exchange.

Get a little,

for everything.



HG – 2020

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