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 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 erase A cleansing worshiping of pain The new millennium Christ Here to redeem all from lies, lies