the careful carving of flesh
a meal being prepared,
we only eat of ourselves
in the hopes of rejuvenation.
the gods, if they existed,
would be laughing as the wine
spills from their goblets
sprinkling like blood upon our heads,
for they know we are the ones
who will die someday,
but never the beliefs
we try so hard to remove.
a meal being prepared,
we only eat of ourselves
in the hopes of rejuvenation.
the gods, if they existed,
would be laughing as the wine
spills from their goblets
sprinkling like blood upon our heads,
for they know we are the ones
who will die someday,
but never the beliefs
we try so hard to remove.