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At The Altar

At the altar of love, She offers herself. He drops an axe, Over her head.

The drop came – Without a blink. Did he even Stop to think?

A shock to the body A gap on the skin A gush of blood The slit bursting at its rim

The axe moves in deeper, Not yet done with the body’s keeper.

And as he chopped he sang, Hymns of a love so great – That even the pieces of flesh that fell, Clapped with thunder when they hit the plate.

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