The sacrificial trail begins,
The lists and scrolls adorned with names and monikers.
Bodies huddle together, naked.
Hands held open.
Mothers, fathers, brothers, daughters. The family eternal.
The heavens open engulfing the waiting party in acid rain,
Eating and biting into their exposed flesh.
Huge globs of tissue and fat splash onto the white tiles - sputtering, popping, fizzing.
The concrete stare of the sentries.
The sulphur stench of disembowelment.
The rotting, farting grotesquery’s of the death factory.
The seeping wounds of the sewer.
A convoy of flesh.
Bodies thrown into the salivating pit.
Bleeding hands dig into the expectant earth.
A complex network of ditches and bonfires protrude.
The fuel of humanity poured into the darkness,
Burned in the inferno and emitted into the hollow skies in ashen billows.
And then he takes us in his nihilistic grip and pisses into the flames,
The Steam rising, crystallizing in the icy atmosphere.
And she finally proclaims:
“Oh brother, seek me and ye shall reclaim the spent soil and we will feed these bonfires no more.”
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