Our stone and paper idols were prepared for the sacrifice with careful hands.
Eagerly we waited for the remainder of the congregation to arrive to partake in the bearing of souls
of Spirits.
Sitting indian style like stumped prophets that sat before us seeking spiritual renewal.
Moloch.
Fire brings redemption upon ancient alters unto God,
Redemption brought to us upon this night with sacrificed plant matter
Just as Cain but not as eager to kill Able.
But more than able, more than eager
Offering bottle to bottle to friend to stranger.
Shit.
Got the hiccups.
With the fire or the lighter?
Shit.
Goddamnit I had it all together.
Begins the flame.
Spirits the Inferno.
The alter ready.
The mouth of Satan Satan Satan
Offering but not receiving
Now devouring our souls in flame a blissful sleep.
Drink on.
Post Script
A Collaboration with Charlie, more of his work can be found at theashonasphalt.blogspot.com
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