The Tabernacle
It's bloody work this life for life
a crimson stain of sacrifice
a smokey ash rising slow
flesh roasting in a hazy glow
hand on head man reconciles
with a God too just to be defiled
eyes gaze down on eye
priest slaughter that which has to die
it's cacophony, sweltering heat and death
a sacred vow, a final breath
a God of mercy must find a way
to cleanse His loved ones for judgement day.
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