The Cult

The blood filled the golden chalice

As the men entered the room

Blindfolds untied

They stare deeply to their Masters

Taking solum oaths 

One by one

Making it to the next level

They drink of the blood

Masks on

They speak in tongue

Exchanging knowledge with the dead

Paranormal activity starts

A sacrifice needed

Goat’s heart

Black magic occurs

The next level is reached

Each member practicing perfectly

Without any flaws

All in a trance

Of dancing with the dead

Unknown wisdom is reached

The curtain closed

Masters entertained 

Members enslaved

Until they meet again

#poetry

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