Preordained from Liturgical Perversions by Grave Sermon

A tainted bloodline, of sixty cursed souls.
A dubious purpose, preordained.

Preordained, he would not speak of it.
A repulsive parody.

Deformed through blood, the butcher’s rapt voyeur.
He drank his fill from their weeping throats. Preordained.

Preordained, he would not speak of it.
Molestation and sins of flesh

“Sacrifices should be consummated in blood.”

She never stood a chance,
Tied in eternal bonds,
Under his own instruction.
Heaven then commanded:
“Drink your fill from her weeping throat.
Enshroud and dispose of her.
Piece by blessed piece,
In the murky Hudson River.”

Piece by blessed piece,
in the murky Hudson River.

She washed ashore in segments,
a plan in disarray …
Traced back to Broadhurst Avenue,
where the damning proof was found.
“Sacrifices should be consummated in blood.”

Bloodstained tools and spattered walls,
scrawled liturgical perversions.
Tried for his heinous crimes,
a spectacle, a farce.

Feigned insanity. A hung jury.

A second trial arose, guilty in the first degree,
Satisfied with the verdict, it was preordained.

Preordained, he would not speak of it.
A shambolic masquerade.

Satisfied with the verdict, he wished to die that day.

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