I like that Richard, it reads very 1950s sci-fi pulp fiction.
I'd make a weeny editorial change your synopsis to include more than just the one all-loving deity which inhabitants of the newly discovered planet have, for millennia, slaughtered each other in arguments over the non-provable existence of.
Oh, and, in our house, the idea another living, sentient, creature should need to die simply for us to be fed was long ago dismissed as bol**cks.