The verdict has arrived, the sentence is death by torture First, Remove the Eyelids; Extract the tongue and lips Acetylcholine, injected into your spine Neuro-Muscular Junction, shall cease Hypotension and bronchoconstriction set in Prepare for the impending abacination This Earth, shall experience an emunctory A shedding of it's fat. To emancipate the infarction, of their own incompetence Electro-coagulate the flesh The entrails now ectopic. The astasia ensures their compliance Forced unto my will, upon their smoldering crucifix Retinas liquefied upon the molten rod Put to use, the phosphor-ism practice Induce the septicemia and let hemolysis begin Nailed upon the crucifix, injected with datura Then planted in the ground, head first Ketoacidosis begins, and the skin begins to exudate the acidic blood The denatured body begins to fibrillate, and succumb to rigor mortis I, stand before chaos. I, the conductor of madness Conducting the orchestras of torture Tuning their screams, for my amusement (A mass) Of flesh, covering the Earth The sterilization has only just begun These genocidal tendencies, encumber my mind; And yet I still ascend They march towards their doom, Upon the sight of the mound of flesh The convicted enter myxoedema Forced to witness, my transcendence Their bodies sacrificed, As I ascend To omnipresence

Somatic comatose, Mitosis has been halted A stagnant genotype, cellular dissaray; A wrench in the gears of life Foreign bodies osmotically intrude, neutrophils retort Neuropathic pain disrupts the genetic constitution A sensory overload, dysautonomia, Tinnitus! Agh I can't fucking think straight A surge of oxygen against the freshly formed erythrocytes Channels pain through every nerve ending I can see my scattered components, a corrupted projection Skewed by an incomplete Pineal gland failure; a critical stroboscopic reception Ommatidia seared under the collimated light I can see my scattered components, a corrupted projection Skewed by an incomplete consciousness I'm drifting into, patterns of Perseverated divergent thinking, I'm running in fucking circles A constant reformation of my cellular structure, my conscious Anatomical reconstruction Are these my thoughts, my memories Unfamiliar faces, distorted voices, It's all counterfactual Who am I The man with no face, no body, a suspended conscious A partial being, surrounded by an aggregation of bodies of light I can not comprehend, I will not assimilate It's all too much I can't think Incomplete I am fragmented Incomplete I am fragmented Incomplete I am fragmented Incomplete I am fragmented Searching for meaning, Fighting an uphill battle Though I cannot seem bear the weight of the truth It's fucking killing me Immediate danger abound, imminent death around every corner But I feel at ease, amongst the divine creators Though the fabrication is not complete This fresh mind can only stand so much, The burden grows too great There is no solace from this chaos, subjected to Every beginning And such is the game of life. an endless torrent, dragging you into the riptide In the current, I see a daunting sight, I see nothingness A blur of life painting an abstract ideal, augmenting from a specific point Upon the horizon, I can feel the hallowed light, embracing my wake I am home ELYSIUM Welcome me With open arms Release me upon this existence Creating new life, from a defective breed, my true intentions hidden from even didactics C'est La Mort