Idle of my Godess

My ritual.


My immortal affection.


Seperate from life itself.


Once gold as sacrifice has become a figurine...an idol.


words of praise most ornatley engraved corroded from hands seeking healing dragged across a once already marred surface.


Bowing.


Worshipping.


Entangled in her occult like trance.


Encircled in candles my Godess answers no prayer short of desire.A fine hammock of flesh.A frenzied beast transmogrified to a wounded deer limping before colapse...


Panting...


A healing salve for an open wound.A dying religion from its conception.A born heresy.


A Fork for the ass end of my compassion.Drugged and brainwashed by its leader?


I almost drank the kool-aid...


Love becomes the big bang of explanations in a search for two souls soul searching.


Yet I must lay my sacrifice at the feet of this false god and in shame provide my offering to a statue with nothing inside.sadly one i helped erect and only did so hoping to taste heaven before i died...