Altar

[Bunx]

Blood is poured,
into this cup of sacrifice.

News comes out,
I see that blood is mine,
and a boy I'll never know
who appears in the shadow
of God's house.

Singing song of praise,
next to the devils glenn
a brick fortress.

Forgiveness is earned,
hell is won.

[rowens]

[I wish News would come out. I miss her.] It's good to see you've come around to faith. I love to see a born-again born again. 

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Unless you meant Altar. In which case, my interpretation is profane.

Part of it was anyway.

It's a good kind of poem for a ritual. You should try it out one night. Bring a friend. Or better yet, a shadow.

[Bunx]

Hahaha God. Thanks for the catch rowens.