The Believeres

the believers dance in front the altarthe believers strip their clothesthe believers give their bodiesthe believers for Her glory sacrifice their own daughtersthe believers chant her namethey place flowers at her feetthe believers drink her bloodthe believers: lambs to the slaughtersacred words they hear the sacred wordsthey feel they feel the sacred touch the touch the touchthesacred words they hear the sacred wordsthey feel they feel the sacred touch the touch the touchthe…in a trance the priestess has fallenpossessed, no longer herselfthe priestess became the goddessvain goddess of the sea risenshe is an expression of their nameless hungershe is an expression of both the good and evilshe’s become the mother of their nameless hungersacred words they hear the sacred wordsthey feel they feel the sacred touch the touch the touchand they who’ve laid down their weaponsare no longer soldiersbut have become all the drowned childrenwho feel no painthey reveal treasures hidden on the bottomof the sea for centuriesand 3 blind man will wandercanes above their able heads through eternity…blind men all in a line who’ll never seewill wander wander aimlesslythey are blindmen, they’ll never seethey will travel blind through eternity

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