Myth's Myrmidon

Ritual rites

For all to see

Jesus tastes like

Ecstasy

Place the flesh

Into our mouth

Make our spirits

Journey south

Sacrifices

All in vain

Saber pierces

Muddled stains

Lick the liquid

Flows a spout

Torture makes us

Twist and shout

Needle our ears

Tar our eyes

Orgasmic pleasure

Accepting demise

Red soil

Embedded in our brain

Sky for which toil

I withhold my distain

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Published on Saturday, July 9, 2011. Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"

Many meanings. Flacid in the acid.

Comments on "Myth's Myrmidon"

A former member wrote: we seem to be in the same crowd .. i could imagine a scene of ritual sacrifice and stormy clouds, emotion running high but tampered by drugs.. i suppose it felt as if i was living in the Aztec time .. divine insanity. this was amazing. kind of envious that i didn't write it. thanks for sharing :)