New Millennium Cyanide Christ

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 norm

Self-inflicted fractures. I replace my bones with bars

Aluminium bleeding oxide; the drug of gods into my pounding veins

My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses; blindness induced to prevent destruction

Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs to save me from the dues of inhalation

I tear my worldly useless skin. Staples to pin it over my ears

Non-receptive of ungodly sounds—I disable the audio-generators of fear

Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth, sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence

Without speech their will be no deceit

Baptised in vitriolic acid. A final touch. 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

Disciples, come join with me to save a failed humanity

Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity

Behold; a sacrificial raze a cleansing worshipping of pain

The new millennium Christ here to redeem all from lies

Lies