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21: Then there’s tongue.

                        hey, god, are you listening?

           He is a sacrifice before him, a circle of candlelight and
           iron drawn around their bodies, blades held in open palms
           and paint dripping down his face 
                                 ( and now the ritual begins ). 

           It starts with the tongue, the tool of heretics, cutting so,
           so gently, a hand around his throat to keep him still, to
           let the blood pool in his open mouth, spilling down his
           neck like so many crimson prayers.

                                 He preaches his gospel with a silver tongue,
                   and he swallows blood like a liar swallows his words.

           The organs come next, viscera and fleshy ribbons,
           arranged into so many intricate patterns, draped upon his
           holy form like an offering. The steel goes in and the red
           comes out, thick and alive, heartbeats thundering through
           each mile of intestine as it leaves his body. He moans as
           the edge of the blade drives him ever closer to god,
           droplets of faith splattering on the ritual circle, tiny prayers
           to the only holiness they know.

           He kisses his oblation with the hunger of the divine, and
           he doesn’t part from those seraphic lips even with a heart
           clenched in his fist ( the heart comes last; passion and lust
           given up in sacrifice, in offering ).He feels the beat quicken
           at his touch, and he feels it stop at the blade’s kiss.

                                 Cloaked in gore and glory he stands,
                                 arms open to god’s light,
                                 a sinner brought to salvation.

                      hey god, do you hear us?