The stage is set once again
a tarp put down to catch the blood
with a backdrop to accentuate
an end foretold by stalking fate

what could be is doomed to fail
except to ask hope to prevail
even as the tiresome trek
demands detours into dread

once again the faith is crushed
gods are ****** in the dust
beholden to the sacrifice
their gaze observes the final price

the implement has been set
disappoint hone to an edge
waiting for the nod to slice
to the bone without respite.

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