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Clutching, Nuzzling At Every contour of your being

Cutters and gashers are sizing up your skin

On the Sacrificial stone about to be flayed

Held down, waiting your turn to get slayed

Plunging the razor-sharp obsidian dagger

Making the incision, Now Scarifying Deeper

Scrape the skin off your back, as you let out a growl

Harvesting the blood in a half-skull bowl

The Putrid stench of gore, sloshed on the wall

The augurer now wears your sliced husk as a shawl

Sharp flints' sweet carress on your disfigured body

Exuviated in a Fiendish Ceremony

Feel your Every nerve scream out in the agony

Your Scalp's excoriated and Stripped Violently

Wailing for hours, symphony of dismal moans

Still conscious as your flesh is cleaved from the bones

Your body's being dismantled, prepared for a feast

Your face worn as a mask by the heinous priest