God is dead

And I swallowed him down with my blasphemous tongue 

I took unto myself 

His flesh and made a new Me from his rib 

His bone and marrow bent into my image

The straight and narrow path of righteousness

Forsaken 

God is dead and I supped on his blood

To quench a primordial thirst

I leadth him down to the still waters of

Eternal rest

His heart beats ever more in my chest

For God is Life and I, Death 

I am a hungry child at the foot of his throne

Singing hymns with lips stained red 

Biting the fingers of the hand that fed 

For my God is long dead.

Stained glass splatter where I took my sacrifice 

Witness the rite from the pews

I held his holy head aloft 

And begged for anointing anew

This new communion commands consented carnage 

where holy hands held fast

“Take, eat, for this is my body”

And sinless in my obedience, 

I find my hunger satisfied at last