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. Aluminum 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 there will be no deceit Baptized 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 race a cleansing worshipping of pain. The new millenium christ here to redeem all from lies.
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