You know the drill
Sacrificial virgin
Given to the gods of
Eldritch chaos
They don’t care about your daughter
Who you sold to them,
Her soul their dowry
What more can be said?
She’ll be another addition
To the newly dishonoured
Dead.
She was just a baby,
So you said
Your child who was passed through the fire
The ire of the chaotic gods
Trapped, strangled by a thin wire
Like a squealing rabbit
She’s just their sow, their prized whore
A breeder.
When she passes to the other side,
The devil will be there to greet her.
You know the drill . . .