When a tribal power slyly desires,
To cement unity among the deceived.
He demands animals burnt on fires.
And also libations made of blood.
Food is now therefore in plenty,
Under the smoky trance of ritual,
Meat is mixed with things unholy,
And the communion becomes real.
The traits of the deity soon shows,
On the dancing clueless followers,
Who thought it was just a party,
To eat and make the body happy.
Interesting, revealing, and hypnotic. Wondering if you have ever been at any of these rituals but making notation on how the power of the deity is being practically audited makes for a very fascinating accounting pamphlet.
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Really an insightful piece of poetry in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.