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 (the feckless one by whose hand we can’t be saved) The strictures no longer valid The flock is bewildered by pervading dread We stand apart as pariahs Await liberation from d**h In blasphemy, we are remolded The Herald offers, we exalt and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