rising light of votive candles wicks aflame
whose prayers ascending heavenward as heat
before the monstrance sacred, holy frame
the light of prayers seeks high a heavenly seat.
In sanctuaries dark where priests insane
sit at table frocked to dine on meat.
on linen white, with new blood newly stained
the blood of alter boys, blood of belief.
Theirs is a brutal god, their god of men
who holds no place for women in his heart
demands blood sacrifice torture and pain
yet all the world cannot assuage his thirst
All the world proclaims gods name is love
while at his feet blood murdered lies his dove.
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