Brethren!
A blasphemy against God’s will now dwells in our midst
The transhuman scourge that carries the Apostle’s seed
Despair though you may, compelled you are to resist
the cybernetic eucharist
defiler of flesh, evicter of spirit
Condemned are the diluted
to never inherit the Kingdom
Rejoice, ye untainted
know that d**h has no sting
Hear me!
The famine we suffer has been for centuries foretold
The wages of all our transgressions against the divine
God’s will ironclad, grandiose to behold
The closing chapter of cosmic design
Seek no reprieve, this ordeal is edifying
We have carried our cross this far
We won’t carry it one step further
To abide this malicious judgment
is to submit to wanton murder
Why must we pay deference to this suicidal lunacy?
(the fatuous voice that beckons us to the grave)
Why must we remain reverent to a god that has denied us clemency?
(the feckless one by whose hand we can’t be saved)
The strictures no longer valid
The flock is bewildered by pervading dread
We stand apart as pariahs
Await liberation from d**h
In blasphemy, we are remolded
The Herald offers, we exalt and receive
The presence of the Overmind
Our second sight perceives