th (1)A male without defect, a sacrifice in fire for he who is perfect.
Bringing forth, a life to kill. To burn in flames, a desire to fill.

Slaughter the young before the Lord, or pay the price at the end of his sword.
Build the altar of your finest gold. Spill the blood as it is foretold.

Cover the horns that complete its ends. For only a death can make amends.
Cut off the limbs and sever the heart, burn them in offering, part by part.

Fire arise from the Lord’s strong hand. Consuming the carcasses across the land.

Bow down to the flames and worship you nations. And be forgiven of all your unlawful relations.
If you do not wish to join in the slaughter, then he will eat away the flesh of your daughter.

When his kingdom has come, his will will be done, as blood of the chosen one runs.

Beg for forgiveness in a ritual right. or prepare to struggle and learn how to fight.
He will turn your cities to ruin without haste, and lay your entire family to waste.

So come all yeah faithful or among nations be scattered. A sacrifice of blood or to one self become tattered. Burn your offering from the tip of your sword, or be piled upon men by the power of the Lord.


About paulsdahlman

Born in Southern California, raised on the road and now growing roots in New England. I am on the journey of my lifetime. May the footprints I leave behind form the words to my story.
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