The offering
Circe Offering the Cup to Ulysses John William Waterhouse, 1891 In the old days in many villages they threw animals into bonfires as offerings. Today, most are limited to burning garlands of flowers and aromatic herbs. We stay true to tradition and sacrifice one of our own. A female will give her life at the stake so that the long night is over and the cycle continues. Before, in good times, sisters volunteered for the common good; dying at the stake was an honor. Today, in this age of selfishness and lack of faith, we are the ones who choose; the ones who beat, tie and throw into the flames a woman who, if we do not drug her before, resists and kicks. What can we do? Since there are not enough of us, we have to resort to unbelieving and nameless women. Not only do they not thank us, we have to tolerate them spitting on us and calling us murderers. We must hide as perverted predators since no one believes in us or in our sacred duty anymore. This is how sad these times are. How s
