You call them demons
that we adore
You save the children
that we abort
You trim black wings
forsaken by faith
Drink of deity’s blood
and eat of his flesh
just to save some face
Cherubs with forks
fly you to your grave
Emptied veins flooded
with chemicals to preserve
your taste
This hole is no longer vacant
Welcome home to your
final resting place
The sacrament of your redeemer won’t save you  from the feast of reincarnated saints

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