Burnt Offering

Fire on the sky

Burning through its waves

Limbs and pain to the god of fate

The rock of the unknown is placed



Our offerings are our piercing sins

That we have to live with

Everyday without a rest, in seas

Of burning hell with our best hymns



If we sacrifice our raging panther

There will be dead seas water

Our pain in the cross

We will give to the unknown



I command freedom of pain

The enslaved souls to the material ways

The best of our possessions

The lamb with spots and blemishes



Let’s give a burnt offering of pain since that’s all we share…

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