Burnt Offerings - Christian Death

Fresh night, hounded by the head

Very dark placid sky hangs above

No moon shining like an untouched ass of the boy next door

Beginning to feel the first impressions of a strange drug

Set the leathery skin of a female, straddling a furnace

Illuminates in blue

Hands melt against the burning surface

But feel no pain, kiss the burner, lips fall away

Blood runs down the insides of her thighs

She tightens her grip in one last exaggerated movement

Then falls to the ground a pile of ashes

The burner stands triumphant over the mound

And next in line, a young boy approaches

And is assaulted by the flames

Shooting out like sharp tongues of hungry animals

Of a hungry animal

The disciple now crouches in the belly of God

His second skin removed, the boy lay sodomized and tired

Sodomized and tired

Pleasure-seekers abandon new disguises

Threatening our existence with their faces

In the corner of the room I sit and I pray

I wash dirt from my face with holy water

I wash dirt from my face with holy water

Drown in the shroud of you, Nazarene

You’re hiding behind walls I can’t see

I’m hiding behind walls you can’t see