"... these sacrifices."

The blood is for the wicked,
for those with no heart,
oh, they use it for their
schemes and rituals,
chanting in unknown
languages,
and with their hands
held high,
they await their award
for their sacrifice.


And there are those
that wonder,
"what do they do?",
and no answer
comes to mind,
for they do not think,
no, they do not think
as the others,
those who they talk
about,
for if they did know
how those minds
worked, if they
did know,
they would never ask
that question again.

For these bodies that
does not harbour a heart
or any feelings,
these souls have been
damaged,
by those around
or by others that do
not care,
and by doing these
sacrifices,
they believe that they
will gain,
everything they have
lost.

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