Burnt offerings to the blood kingdom

The coming of the one known as the end of worlds fills the dreams of the followers who worship the child from the void; at the gates of the astral kingdom they draw their symbols and cry out in prayers, and give in to the pleasures of sacrifice and lay their blood on alters as burnt offerings to the son of shadows; the child said to come. In the pleasures of dire pain, the mad and the mindless cry out in self infliction and crawl upon one another in trance; in wait of the opening of the gates of the astral kingdom, in wait of the darkness beyond darkness.

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strong ideas but very effectively written. I liked it even though I cringed a bit well done.


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