Three Rings

Hunting for obilations
To slate unmatched hunger
Hiding in plain sight
Enticed masses
Lining up for the slaughter
Called to by bright lights
And games to play
Traveling town to town
Collecting offerings
Divinity a thirst to quench
Reciting from prophecy
Blessing the sacrifices
Calling to our Aphrodite
To appease the spirit of vengeance
Drink deep from you cup
And repeat after me
A sacred oath
A forgotten hymn
In service to our God
Our Queen
Their bodies collapse
Their spirits freed
Graced with rapturous beauty
Seeing her heart pump sludge
From decaying flesh
These souls will never be enough
Gather around