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Ritualist

A ritual is a sequence of activities involving gestures, words, actions, or revered objects. Rituals may be prescribed by the traditions of a community, including a religious community. Rituals are characterized, but not defined, by formalism, traditionalism, invariance, rule-governance, sacral symbolism, and performance.Rituals are a feature of all known human societies. They include not only the worship rites and sacraments of organized religions and cults, but also rites of passage, atonement and purification rites, oaths of allegiance, dedication ceremonies, coronations and presidential inaugurations, marriages, funerals and more. Even common actions like hand-shaking and saying "hello" may be termed as rituals. The field of ritual studies has seen a numb… more »

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By this gasping death rattle
I have brought grace upon us
One part severed for the sake of the whole
Divine opportunities only to be condemned
By naive and ungrateful wretches
Their chains fastened to my soul
My eyes were laid upon
The unspeakable
The unknowable
My dreams bore the seed
Of a bleak and horrifying future
A black and ceaseless tide of oblivion
The dream alone a burden almost as unbearable
As the task that lay complete before me
A deed for which I will be renowned and cursed
Renowned and cursed
It is set in motion now
The gears that turn cannot be slowed
I must betray my earthly form
Cast down all for which it yearns
By the fear of judgement and the brand of eternity
I have been cloven in two
Yet only one may carry on
Only one may carry on
Rid our bloodline of impurity
One part severed for the sake of the whole
Purging what is to be purged
One part severed for the sake of the whole
Repressing the pain and guilt
That tears at this mortal shell
How could one justify
Such an inhuman display of carnage
Released from his blasphemies
You have been born again
She will come to see the truth as well
You have brought forth a means to an end
Cool air on my face
And blood on my robes
Blood that is my own
Though my skin remain untorn
I now dread the terror that will grip her face
And the scream that will pierce my heart
Her son cut wide open
And her lover gone insane
Reveling in his occultic art

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