Religion

Tomorrow’s noontime worship

Will be fraught with shadows and bloodshed.

Neophytes will be scrubbed with coal,

Heads will be shaved and enemas applied.

You can be certain that some shape or form

Of the divine will arrive.

Come. Indoctrinate yourself to our mission.

Leave that secular room behind,

Where every tome, every ancient prayer

Leads back to you and you alone.

Leave behind the foolish alchemy

Of your masturbation, the bloated anarchy

Of your lazy nonchalance. We the congregation

Have pooled our resources together and bought you

A new pair of eyes, perfect for seeing the revelations!

All we ask for is your body.
Your soul belongs to God.