Release

Release
The thumping of beats
fire licking
the black. Night
this is our release.
Us women encircle
Red hot coals  we cry
out for the gods
to hear us
to guide us
to purge us.
We are the women
who plant seeds
for the future.
We petition the gods
to save us from
the wrath.
He is coming
he has come.
We are defiled.
We weep
O gods deliver us!
or else our fate
is sealed hence.
Release
The gods demand sacrifice!
Life for life
blood for our blood
it is just
it is good.
Bring out the sacrifice!
the creature to be slain.
A young goat laid on the altar
rip out the limbs
decapitate the head
pull out the organs.
O gods here is our sacrifice!
Blood is on our hands
now you must bless us
we have made our sacrifice.
Release

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