The ritual is over
The altar has been cleansed
Knives scrubbed of remains
Augers unheeded
My bonds are broken
Ties severed
Wrists creased from your lies
I leave the pulpit, scorched
Out
Again into the jungle fire
Living to the next
Summoned for a cause lost
Chalked circles melt away
Singed fur
Bloodied lips
Swollen tongue
Never to tatse again
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