Zealotry

Beat with broken bones You now know well Your life is not built On the top of an alter Zealot, you do prey On the weakest of the weak Try to remember Blood sacrifices Are only performed on The Winter Solstice Muttering, stuttering Language of fools You write too quickly In a book none wish To read, nor publish Eating raw fish and grass You live in a place Too far away, hidden Like your sanity If it exists in this world None will ever know Clothes made of pelts You snap the necks Of more animals Than I have ever met Teeth and feet black You need a healer Or a medicine man These are the witches You refuse to meet They'll speak A civilized language Shriek in your ears Steal your memories And you'll no longer Be able to understand The words of The trees and the stars