A drum sonorous, low, slow, paced the heart beats. Fire ignited, in the midst of the worshippers, circling, chanting, flames catching. Tender sacrifices prepared, naked under robes, wreaths as crowns, giddy with the serums of waste, they were used in the tents set aside. Men with boys, priestess with boys, men with virgins, bloods shed to soil. Animals burned, fat soaring the licks of fire. An oblong shadow danced under the tree. Beating hearts with new drums – believing the drums that gained momentum. The walls vibrating, the ground vibrating, the chants shaking the air. The temple voices called to the stars.
Oh, nations, to what have you sacrificed the children? From what fires do you find your power? To what voices do you heed your destiny? Turn back to me. Save your children from the sacrifice of sins, from worshipping the events of sorcery, from giving honor to fools. Have you not heard, there is only one god, one truth and one way. There are not many roads, there are not many choices.
Men, women, nations! Hear my spirit call. Hear my voice in those who know, they are shouting the gospel of truth. Run from the circle of prancers, abhor the practices of lust, chastise the lying tongues, follow the one that you be purified, forgiven, relinquishing the sins of the fallen generations. Follow – to know – to be saved – not sacrificed in the fires of damnation. God’s Prophecy, The Daily Prophet