unsheathed in invitation to your end
a meager offering to appease ancestral shame
guided toward the apse
stained windows cast light onto suspended pillars of dust
recite gestures to supplicate the cross
in futile means to elevate self to the ranks of gods
prophetic mouthpiece for the ancient ones
communing with idols locked in empty rooms
blade salutes bone in archaic liturgy
nape of the neck beckons kiss of a cleaver
forged iron through skin travels ever inwardly
spilt blood to ensure a legacy
what good is this ritual
without an unbroken blade
what use is an altar
in the midst of apostasy
a needlessly sacrosanct
gem encrusted dagger
with implications grander than could be conceived by man
the dampened screams of loss
the agony of life
the weight of time
reach forth into the nothingness
hands clasp in esoteric rites
ascending past bone, blood, and misery
beholding magnificent visage of light
plunge hand deep into ocean
grope for unholy serpentine life
palms slide over gills as water fills lungs
clutch flesh as existence is torn from you
What purpose holds a sacrifice
without an unbroken blade
what use is a physical altar
once every soul exists as one
a needlessly sacrosanct
gem encrusted dagger
consecrated by the blood of humankind
the dampened screams of loss
the agony of life
a fleeting glimpse of the face of god
