Feeding God Against Fate

God moans, and we call it a miracle. If you see a deity rolling its eyes in stagnant water, don't look back. I am the most humble night watchman in the temple. On a rainy night, Mo Sheep sheds tears. I am designated as a seven-day death row sacrifice in the blood moon. They praised this as divine grace, but I heard the dying roar of the gods coming from the ground: "Save me..." Enshrinement is imprisonment, sacrifice is suppression The three hundred years of sacred cycle are all lies piled up with corpses. Counting down seven days, the pocket watch jumps backwards and the dagger trembles. Be a lamb and wait to die, or break the contract with a butcher knife? On the day when sacrifices come back to bite the gods, the blood moon illuminates all secrets. In the name of vigil, I awaken the imprisoned gods and overthrow the entire sacrificial city!