Time and Treasure and Blood and Bone

 We will be sacrificed. 

We are born into a world made of altars.

Stone and wood and steel and bone.

We choose where we bleed.

We choose where we sweat.

We choose what gods we feed.

Pass among these corridors of streetlights.

Seek your gods that sacrifice back.

Until you learn the price is never paid for

By these petty constructs

Sometimes people are nice to each other

So give them your heart 

And hope the time and blood and treasure and bone

Will let the gods leave your tribe alone