discourse without recourse

dissolution of solution

regurgitate these infant thoughts

call it a C-Sustenance

drown these innocent creatures

purity can only be maintained through destruction

purity can only be abstained through creation

murder these thoughts before ever given life

purest of pure

holy of holies

holly boughs draw the most innocent of blood

bow before such violent purity

count yourself lucky if you see your face in that drawing

Rorschach test for the spiritually craven

a murder gathers to listen to the chorus

each babe sings a song of praise with its last breath

Infantesimal offerings to a greater design

their blood

the wine we drink

their bodies

the bread we break

red in the face- drunk

do you see your face in that glass?

do you still count yourself as lucky?