The Foul Eucharist - Nekroí Theoí

The innate instinct of God is to consume

All He creates

All He speaks into existence with His fetid breath

Is to die and be devoured by soil

The dead are consumed

Excreted to feed the mangled pelt of the earth

And consumed again

In this endless cycle of death

Adulation is extorted

Praises are bled

From the ever-crackling throats of a wheezing proletariat

God ingests and creates in substitution

All substitution degrading

Ingested once more

Our beautiful, serpentine god rests

Coiled atop the universe

Ouroboros of shit

Crying out and striking as the infant does

Crying and striking

As the Holy Petulant Infant does

Blessed are we, His children

Inasmuch as the young crocodile is blessed to be the sustenance of its mother

We, given in baptism to His holy saliva

We, purified within His divine gut

We, reborn, crawling from the profane yolk of His ebullient feces

May the exalted stench of His afterbirth guide us into each others' arms

As we cower beneath His ever-flowing tears

Of Rage

And Sulfur

And Sewage

O' Lord, all powerful and bankrupt of shame

Whip our backs and take us into Your frail arms

To chew our weeping faces

To pass us back into the sour soil

Again and again

Forever

There was only ever one design: Suffering