the tall fire burns in the middle
a slow yet thumping beat begins accompanied by the continuous chants
of the thousands around who care less
but spike your anger, your trance
you begin to dance around the fire
whirling around first in control
but as the drums and chants get faster
you get transported to a different state of mind
a place where conscience is lost
your anger takes over and you focus nothing else
but on that raging sensation
the trance slowly makes your body react
and then begins the rite of passage blood gushes from the wounds of the heart
where each wound tells a tale
the sight of women pointing at and scorning you
you smear their blood all over your body
a sign of revenge to be taken
then your heart gets ripped out by bare hands
and gets thrown into the raging fire
before your very eyes every single emotion burns away
a drug then introduced into your body
it numbs the pain and gives you
a strength fueled by adrenaline
the ceremony is over but the war has just begun

vengeance is all that is left the vendetta all written out clearly

blood of the bitch smeared all over

you're handed a spear and a shield

both made of hard faith in god

the dark clouds pass on and the sun enters with radiance

smile

the next chapter begins shortly...