There are rhythmic chants heard
Far off in the distance
There are terrified screams resounding
Ringing, Accompanied by resistance
A group of black robed men
Menacing sigil upon these shrouds
The scowling face of a horned deity
He whose mouth exudes blood
Their strong arms reach downward
To lift the body of a beaten man
His exposed insides glint in the sun’s rays
The body is afflicted with disease
The holy men crest a large hill
A grandiose temple becomes visible
It is majestic in contrast to such brutality
Pillars soar skywards in welcoming
Once inside the body is dropped
To hit wetly on the cold marble
The priests kneel down to pray
And chant once more to beseech their god
They proceed to place the soon deceased upon an altar
An altar trimmed in golden brilliance
A wicked visage grins down upon them
Upon contact the man cries out, and commences to waste away
As one the priests genuflect once more
Soliciting their god for approval
They rise pleased, the cadaver no longer remains
Following the removal of their hoods, they begin the trek
Servants to the village chapel
Conversion of an entire town
The blessing of hundreds, ignorance purged
The Villagers embrace the sweet blight
Small Children laugh and perform
Yet as these holy men make their entrance
They scuttle away like the wretched pests they are
Fearing they will be viewed insolent
The center of town, wreathed in torchlight
A cathedral rising high in divine elegance
The rough oaken doors, iron touch
Stealing the breath from all but these priests
They slowly enter, robed trailing the ground gracefully
Villagers watching in awe at this spectacle
The doors crash shut noisily, breaking the calm
Village activity resumes as before
Globe of red sets down upon the earth
Giving way to the soothing darkness
The town appeals in unison
For an eruption of plague, to infect
The Rising sun soars above the Blood Mountains
Showering the village in golden phosphorescence
Portals to the outside world, doors all open
And people rush out with urgency
Their Prayers have been answered
Livestock, corpses of varying sizes
Litter the town square, they are corrupted
The village divides the meat equally
Carted back to homes filled with stifling silence
Placed before the unworthy, the sinners
All partake in this afflicting consumption
And all are corrupted and all taste redemption
Twill not be long before this digs deeper
Before they succumb to this beloved plague
Those worthy enough to enjoy this blessed ailment
Will be sacrificed upon the altar, of the God’s of Disease
Oaken Doors snap open, shattering the rejoicing
Like Thunder across the village,
All those plagued look upon these robed collectors
Whom of which now cross over to the epicenter of contamination
The holy men inspect all those present
Clawed at those not chosen begging for mercy
Yet only an elite throng may be chosen
The others waste away alone, relinquished
Once more the priests make the expedition
To the pantheon of pestilence and contagion
To present the chosen sacrificial bodies
To the almighty, God’s of Disease
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Oh. This is a pretty scary poem that you have going on in here. Seems like one of those scary kind of movies that you go to on the weekends, where you buy popcorn and scream your head off. lol I thought it was a pretty good tale but really really creepy. You did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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thank you
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wow. this is odd I don't like this poems contents. it is an odd poem.
it isn't spiritual or posative.
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you said it could be about anything, you never said it had to be spiritual or positive
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Long as like the others I've read, but just as well written as the others. Long but it keeps to the point, it doesn't trail off into a million different things. Good write and good luck.
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I like it it is a good write but very long although it needs to be.
well done
all the best
nightmare xx
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Amazing
As if i haven't already said it once.
It's so amazing that i really can't say anything bad about it.
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damn im not reading all of that, well at least u know how to type alot
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