Ritual Cannibalism

A morbid procession
 That crawls along the darkened knave
 Led by a solemn man of the cloth
 Bearing the symbol of their lifeless god
 A crucifix of gold
 In a grotesque display of opulence
 Suspended from chains
 The swinging thurible
 Spews forth its purifying essence
 Purging the cloisters of opprobrium
 For the imminent banquet of absurdity
 Whispered supplications that echo through the edifice
 Reverberate around the stone-cold vestibule
 Inflaming the parish into a state of reverie
 In anticipation for the impending feast
 Upon the altar prayers are recited
 The blessed bread becomes his body
 Sacrosanct wine becomes his blood
 The virgin-born must be consumed
 Denial of the sacrament
 Means excommunication
 So feed upon the saviour
 The cold corpse of Christ
 The rabid congregation becomes a feeding frenzy
 Compelled by a violent lust for blood
 Overcome by mass hysteria
 The flock becomes a pack of wolves
 Gorging upon the putrid flesh of Jesus
 Claret of an ancient vintage
 Intoxicating holy blood
 Washes down the consecrated grisly feast
 Tearstained eras of senseless anguish
 Sanctity ingested
 To become one with the divine
 Cannibalising god to reach atonement