As religion gathers
The wise and stubborn meet for 7 days
Awake for 5 nights and perform ceremonies and dark rituals
Stirring the souls of the dead
Brundibar echoes the ears of Terezin
Devouring youth in a single song
The circle of power captures doubt and accepts meaning
As they sit and imagine
Their dreams consists of colors a 1000 hues
The images of history splattered
As the canvas is stained with blood
The artist paints life
Call the future abstract art and the present surreal
The theatre of the absurd holds 365 virgins
All of them magnificent in their innocence
As the insane and genius feast upon their grace
And consume their ecstasy- they roar like rabid beasts
The cathedral bells ring of pleasure
As the hands strike noon the population hears a brief second of scandal
The children gasp and grin with naught smiles
The smell of insane ghosts linger within my nostrils
As they taint my thoughts
Poisoning the pure with images of the sick
Genocide and Rape
My dick hardens as the Shaman cures his village.
