Ritual

Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their eyes

as the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a coffin

is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. And wives

cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a mortal sin.

An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns and proclaims:

Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and screams.

Sombre is the mournful death's pall that silently echoes their pains;

the ever-recurring rites of the ritual, it not only seems...

For it proves to be another immortalised, religiously justified

gift, which unconsciously benefits us and contributes

to a greater cause: destruction of 'humanity' has intensified

and more will happily follow. The death ceremony continues.

Yes, it is a disease as well as a cure, I plead accordingly,

inflicting death generates an effect so pure and healthy.

It is increasing... the self-inflicted reduction on their sick creed,

and utterly ignorant they are. The already grand, excessive pleasure

thrives. These are the gruesome yet pathetic deeds on which I feed,

every time their grief amuses me. I eagerly await the next measure.

Inevitably, death multiplies death. The end is nowhere near,

and I laugh when in procession the next crowd sheds a tear.

Organised religion, how shameful and suffocating it may appear,

still, the submissive weaklings merely lead the truth imposed

upon them destructively and willingly to my one sheer

desire that all of them will eventually cease. The last coffin closed,

as is the last chapter of their miserable lives. A sad contradiction

they preach, but it only strengthens me and thus my conviction.

Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their eyes

as the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a coffin

is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. And wives

cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a mortal sin.

An act of blasphemy; the twisted perspective condemns and proclaims:

Retribution! A lugubrious scene, violent curses and screams.

Sombre is the mournful death's pall that silently echoes their pains;

the rites of the death ritual comprise far more than it seems.