The Ritualist Poem by Ejalonibu Abraham

The Ritualist

Long ago, the world filled with a great dilemma
The righteousness dead,
The ritualist born.
An empty mind full of barbarity
Arranging brutality at the evil workshop.
Chaos and silence is like golden flame,
Flickering in the darkness,
Like a lamp in the forest.
The beautiful reptiles
With onagadori, the honourable fowls
Chamomile highly tremendous toxic
In form of hibiscus.

The world is a cruel place
Laurels thrived in the with roses.
The heart is in the chihuhian desert
Killing with war and conspiracy
Doused in a great threnody
Heart sunk in the chest of pains
Everything is paid with blood and corpses
This is the time for sideshow grievances
Nightmares terrified the night itself,
Because darkness collided with royal evil.

Since the dawn of time people
Have been killed to pursue their glory.
It was joyful and carefree
For the ritualist who drinks
The blood of the innocent like
Römerwein the ancient wine of Rome.
Their hands were stained with crime,
Stained with the blood of virtuous.
The spirit of young and old
That was slain for ritual
Crying in the corridor of High Lord
They have maintained a dignified silence
The things that left with to feel
Are sorrow and anger.