I'm a carnal, organic anagram. Human flesh instead of written letters.
I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise. I replace. I'm reformed.
I eradicate the fake pre-present me. Elevate me to a higher human form.
The characters I am, made into a word complete, then i'll be the new nrom.
Self inflicted fractures. I replace my bones with bars; aluminumbleeding oxide; the drug of gods into my pounding veins.
(A human puzzle for all to scorn. No face. No back. Directionles. My scarred edition I'll display; the organic word for nothingness.)
My recieving eyes exchanged with fuses; blindness induced to prevent destruction.
Ceramic blades implanted in my ribs to save me from teh dues of inhalation. I tear my worldly useless skin. Staples to pin it over my ears.
Non-r4eceptive of ungodly sounds – I dsiable the audio-generators of fear.
Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth, sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence;
Without speech there will be no beceit.
(My feet I crush. The flesh I cut away, so as to not produce the sound of their presence on rotten ground.)
Baptised in vitriolic acid. A final touh. A smoothing of features.
Completion of the greatest art; to cast the godly creatures.
Humans, once astray; made divine. Stripped of congenital flaws.
We're incandescent revelations in a world of darkened forms.
(Confide in my new age dogma. Swallow the indoctrination. You'll come to love ithere,
the suicidal atmosphere. Let me into your sommon mind. I'll plant my thoughts into it's soil.
Walk among us self-made gods, deified through the pains of self torture.)
Disciples, come join me to save a failed humanity. Follow the god of cyanide into teh eternity.
Behold; a sacrificial rase a cleansing worshipping of pain.
The new millenium cyanide christ here to redeem you all from lies.
(I've come to save you all. I've come to light your way.)
