Slaughter-House Temple

Strategic Butchery.
Assembly lines.
on the choicest cuts of meat
the high priest dines
he parts the curtain
in the inner most part of the temple
the holyest of holies
the pussy of the beast
spilling the blood of the firstborn lambs of a nation
on the horns of the alter
sacred bloody copulation
A jealous god requires the blood of the innocent as an offering
for the remission of sins.
What sin is greater than spilling innocent blood?

Blood-Thirsty Gods.

They destroy the land of the living and disturb the land of the dead...They have divided and seperated the earth. The North has warred against the south and the west against the east. The tribes and nations conspire in anger. Their gods demand blood for the remission of sins. The earth groans beneath these labors as the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed, and the blood of the martyrs soak the ground. They spit fire from their mouths smoke risesom their nostrils. They devour the earth, destroying the land of the living and disturbing the slumber of the dead, dividing the earth, raping her of her precious metals and the black sludge that grows beneathe the land and sea. Theydrain her veins in the name of their blood-thirsty gods.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Naked and vulnerable beneathe their filthy rags of rightousness, hiding from the sun...turning a deaf ear to the slaves who beg for crumbs from their table, the very ones who spun the cloth and wove the fabric of the garments that cover their shame they regard with disgust ignoring their pleas for bread and water... They drink wine from grapes that have been smashed by the feet of these same naked slaves...They are a proud, stiff-necked people, trusting in their wealth, serving their false gods, denying alms to the hands that have woven their garments, exiling from their presence those whose feet have pressed the grapes of the wine they drink...A body divided against itself will not stand...how can the right hand say to the left hand "I have no need of you." The earth springs forth a bountiful harvest as the soil is soaked by the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed and the blood of the martyrs...the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. The unjust man reaps what he has not sown, claiming possession over what does not belong to him. He washes his hands of the blood of the innocent and feasts on the spoils of war and the prizes of usury while the man whose hands are soiled with the dust of the earth and are hardened by painful labor and toil remain empty and his clothes threadbare. The day of judgement is near. The meek shall inherit the earth. Your tables of usury will be overturned. Your temples will be destroyed. Your kingdom will crumble and the earth will swallow you. The day of judgement is at hand. Repent!