Black Lion Massacre

My creator appeared to me in the form of a black lion 
  She checked my temperature to make sure I was ready 
  It was one oh six point seven 
  She preferred point eight, but couldn't wait 
  I rode her to the arena 
  There she licked my foot to rehydrate me 
  Left me pleading in the dirt 
  The ministers went silent 
  Drank milk powders 
  Spilled some on the infants, 
  to begin their rites 
  People slaughtered each other out of joy 
  People murdered their pets 
  Pissed on each other 
  Masturbated in their front yards 
  Vomited in public fountains 
  Gouged out the eyes of reptiles, and mutilated fish 
  Then prayed deeply, and watched as their bodies transformed 
  Rejoiced to the process 
  There were rainbows everywhere 
  Everywhere