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A morbid procession that crawls along the darkened knave

Led by a solemn man of the cloth

Bearing the symbol of their lifeless god

A crucifix of gold

In a grotesque display of opulence

Suspended from chains

The swinging thurible spews forth its purifying essence

Purging the cloisters of opprobrium

For the imminent banquet of absurdity

Whispered supplications that echo through the edifice

Reverberate around the stone-cold vestibule

Inflaming the parish into a state of reverie

In anticipation for the impending feast

Upon the altar prayers are recited

The blessed bread becomes his body

Sacrosanct wine becomes his blood

The virgin-born must be consumed

Denial of the sacrament means excommunication

So feed upon the saviour the cold corpse of Christ

The rabid congregation becomes a feeding frenzy

Compelled by a violent lust for blood

Overcome by mass hysteria

The flock becomes a pack of wolves

Gorging upon the putrid flesh of Jesus

Claret of an ancient vintage

Intoxicating holy blood

Washes down the consecrated grisly feast

Tearstained eras of senseless anguish

Sanctity ingested

To become one with the divine

Cannibalising god to reach atonement