Blood Sacrifice


a - blood sacrifice

The masses brought their worship,
in floods of weeping wails,
the decayed would feed upon them,
in a frenzied, satanic assail.
The crimson tide would wash away,
any remnants left behind,
so that come the next full moon,
the crowds would swoon,
to be the next blood sacrifice.

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