I cut my self
with a compass
and a piece of paper
to watch the blood drip
from viens
It is such a thrill
to collect the blood
and put it in a glass
to save for later
when I need that little kicked
to feast upon a vrigin goat
once more
so off to the make shift alter
in my closet
so I may again satisfy the north wind god
and give him a child
of bleeting orgin
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