Oh cruel spinners ; weavers of fate /  strips / no less than blood-stained priest his human or animal victim. i am a plethora of blood-warm shadows. i want to feel holy. was i right, was i wrong, will i be forgiven, can i do better? i would drink the blood in all of your wounds , if only you told me Deus volt . All peoples are driven to the point of eating their gods after a time: do they know / I've come ravenous / to devour .