The Two Shrines

What of that day
The day before the shrines
When they came to toil
not to worship a bleak, rapacious god
Where two gods would hope to meet
the temple becomes a place of inneffable sadness


Was it a day for the innocent
Cheery faced lambs giving their flesh
willingly for the common table
or, a day when achievement stood, unashamedly erect
Before a lesser, but ultimately more potent, hard-on
exploded in the belly of free enterprise

Was it known then that the result
of such a malignant union
would boil forward, demanding
ever more from it's mother's breasts
Their purpose violated, ill-redeemed
with many, ever more, venomous ejaculations

Did the Gods shake trembling hands
in thoughtful, rapturous wonder
Marveling at the perfection
of kin-wrought artifice
Then, did they shrivel in dismay as meat and stone mingled
As spirit fled before the unholy spend

Do they not understand
We do this for the sake of freedom
Do they not understand
We do this for the sake of peace
Do they not understand
We do this in their name

It is our offering to them
Can they not see
how much we love them

© 2005 Kahdoosch