The ritual has begun. The baptism has commenced. The outside went up in flames while we were reborn. To purify, to rectify. We christened ourselves in the blood of our lord. We purged our sins. We aborted our flaws. We are the second coming. Remade in the eyes of our savior. To sanctify our revival. We owe you everything. Our inspiration, our possession. You were the sacrifice we always wanted. A perfect specimen. Our demons feasted on your purity. Our devil was a gracious host. We devoured your disembowelment. Dreadful screams, tasty blood. We carved our symbols into your willing flesh. You healed us all. We honor your courage. You gave us asylum, you gave us sanctuary. Sanctum, refuge. We are a new haven until the next necessary victim. The next casualty, the next fatality. We need to be reborn again and again. To be redeemed. To be reawakened once more.
About the Creator
Anna Torres
I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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