The Beast Consuming
A poem about religious reckoning, the inescapability of capitalism, and Ouroboros
Man was called to serve
Hunger deep, quenched only by blood
Ruby red, scarlet
Beloved, divine
The holy and wicked, tainted and pure
I kneel at the cradle I will die in
There is no escape
Around me shards of blood, rivers of bone
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Each of us cast long shadows
Hidden in the inky blackness of God's
God as tormentor, as captor, as leech
You built the world to bleed me dry
Eat me
Eat me
Sup and dine
Delicious
Lick your lips
Follow my lead
Touch my body
Make it sacreligious
Do it slowly
Soak it all in
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Worship me now
I'm meaningless
Devour me
I'm yours
I bend to your will
I'm complicit
How can I not be
There is no escape
Traitor
Brutal
Bastard
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I'll spit on you
I'll be slick and slimy
I'll be doll-like and effervescent
I'll be cream and candlelight
I'll stand in limbo
I'll bite the tail that eats me
I'll consume you
I'll put my hands on your throat
I'll gulp, watch you sink
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You are nothing without me
You need to eat
You need to keep your stores aplenty
How quickly I could forget you
But no one ever does
Siren, temptress
Have your way with me
Make it count
Beloved, prove me right
About the Creator
Rowan Riley
I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.
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