AND SO I SERVE
GOD AND MAMMON
'This ain't no finger food, mind you, what I'm serving;
this is all I've got. The life-chandeliers have already
come crashing down, and the dark room only echoes
hurt. Every table-top for miles around already bears
the marks and cuttings of sacrifice and woe. Even the
thundering voice above has spoken out : 'Stop! Stop!
Enough of your bloodied meat and blackened corpses,
no more dead sheep, no more dead horses!''
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One of your best. Haunting.
--A.E.
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