The Last Supper
an Unholy Communion
I break myself into bits you can swallow
This is my body, and I give it up for you
Coiled desires at the bottom of a bottle
This is my blood, and I give it up for you
It is right to give you thanks and praise.
Through him, with him, in him
I worship you, in everlasting adulation
Eat from my bread, and drink from my cup
Until you come in glory
Do this in memory of me.
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About the Creator
Christiane Winter
Science fiction, horror, and dark comedy enthusiast. I have been a GM for D&D for 10 years, playing for nearly 20. Like all aspiring authors, I have hundreds of stories, and almost none have been finished.
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