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A Child's Sacrifice
The sickle in my little hand,
is sharp enough to cut flesh...
Down to the bone, if needed.
Sacrifices for the gods of the land!
Blood, to water the soil, and more.
I do it by the gods' command...
the earth cries out to me afresh.
They foolishly never heeded!
The sickle in my little hand...
is brought down on bound neck,
Snuffing a grown sinner's spark.
One who sinned against the land!
Now they perish, unto their core.
They die by the gods' command...
Insignificant as the puniest speck.
Now they dwell in the outer dark!
I lay the sickle upon the altar,
and paint the stone with blood...
Down to the soil, down deepest.
Drink deep, and never ever falter,
You gods beneath this stone alter!
Let every unbeliever, shudder...
their body's wine falls in flood.
The sinners perish, never to rest!
The gods rise, the sacrifice good.
is sharp enough to cut flesh...
Down to the bone, if needed.
Sacrifices for the gods of the land!
Blood, to water the soil, and more.
I do it by the gods' command...
the earth cries out to me afresh.
They foolishly never heeded!
The sickle in my little hand...
is brought down on bound neck,
Snuffing a grown sinner's spark.
One who sinned against the land!
Now they perish, unto their core.
They die by the gods' command...
Insignificant as the puniest speck.
Now they dwell in the outer dark!
I lay the sickle upon the altar,
and paint the stone with blood...
Down to the soil, down deepest.
Drink deep, and never ever falter,
You gods beneath this stone alter!
Let every unbeliever, shudder...
their body's wine falls in flood.
The sinners perish, never to rest!
The gods rise, the sacrifice good.
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