My Temple

My Temple is a slaughterhouse
filled with the cries of the dying
the sweet smell 
of burning flesh dripping fat
rising to heaven on black smoke
from the fire burning on my altar
the smell of hot blood
smoking on the horns of my altar
is a pleasing fragrance to me
For I am a god of fire and death

Bring me bronze basins
brimming with warm blood
as I have commanded you
gushing hot and scarlet from throats
slit swiftly with a sacred blade
wielded by the bloody sanctified hand
of my holy priest
the blood and flesh
of bulls and rams and goats and birds
and men
for I am a god of war

Dedicate to me this red river of death
a sin offering to the lord
sprinkled on the horns of my altar
splashed on the four sides of my altar
dedicate to me
a never ending river of blood

Ah, the smell of blood
and burning flesh
it is life to me.

You shall not eat flesh
with the blood in it
for the blood is the life
and the life is mine.

None but my priest
may touch my blood

For your purity
you may not touch my blood
for the blood is mine
those who touch blood or death
shall be impure
for blood and death are mine
only my priests may touch my blood.

Therefore you shall fear woman
for woman bleeds
yet does not die
for her blood is not mine
therefore her blood is impurity

she brings forth life
in blood and water
therefore I hate her

Oh my sons
would you love that
which your father hates?

Oh man, in blood and water 
are you born of woman.
shall you ever erase that stain 
from your flesh?

She has the power of life
which you do not.
She bears that
which you cannot
Hers is a strength
you do not possess.

What will you do?

I will tell you -

Listen to me, oh man.

I shall give you
the power of death.

By my covenant
you shall serve me
I shall be your god
and you will be my people
you will worship me
you will feed me.

you will keep my laws
you will subjugate her
daughter of my mother
who bore me
yet now seeks to destroy me.

I, who am become lord death,
I, who am destroyer of worlds
I, who am your lord and master
You shall be my acolytes
my priests
my beloved
my slaves.

I thirst for blood


My Temple is a slaughterhouse.