Sacrifice - the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.
Letting go was a sacrifice they were not yet ready to make. But if not now, when?
Gone are the days of the sacrificial lamb in turn for something of higher value to the spirit. This was a sacrifice of the flesh and blood of love. The burning of the whole beast, the bull, with all its bones and its makings of an animated body. A holocaust in the traditional sense. Holo - whole. Caust - burnt. It was a surrender, all for something of a higher rapturous value; though, what that was, they were unsure of.
Something worth the while of angels, perhaps. Something better, brighter, and swimming in the cessation of pain. Deconstructing the ties of love for the sake of sanity, peace; for self-worth, self-awareness and value. For the sensation of pale slate blue skies, and a golden, sacred ground to stand upon. But these were all just lullabies for the heart, easing the recognition of dark imps that travel the winding vessels within the brain's muscles. Destroy and sacrifice. Destroy to sacrifice. It was futile to have hope in all of this calamity. But if not now, when?
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