Holocaustum I a Horror

OF THE NEW FLESH A returned to open channels Open to the unknown the beyond Burning humming like angry hornets Bottled in electric light and shadows The whispers come through the void Humming in the open channel Of an ancient television set Like a cryptic monolith, alive The noise to signals, burning voices Scream and chant arcane rights That pushes n pulls the soul of things Never dreamt of before, unseen There in the dark the halogen arc light, bright Blares its pure hot hollow holy light Laying before me was a stark image of chrome Of gears springs and electric circuitry. Gracing suicidal insight wickedly sharp blade Mad for flesh and bone, blood baptize in its righteous fury for the masses to cut the cancer, away Of the new flesh this covenant of mechanical arts And malice A calculus of angels and insane The insane idle smiles hide the dark shame covered in a thin facade of normalcy They hide lies that drip from those smiles The hate so deep it blinds the eyes of tranquility The secret lives of the damned Burn, blares the new blade of silver Bone n gears; the product of death As the mechanical heart reimagined ruminates and redefines In heaven hollow facade Silence of the holy realm The static of Valhallas Halls Sits a cathode ray tube Full of angry hornets, fiery angels… Humming into the sacred night a blade flickers in delicate light Dancing into shadows from burning sacraments A holocaustic humanity Mad for flesh and bone Baptize in blood Born of righteous fury for the masses To cut away the cancer voices whisper scream call and demand: “Long live the new flesh!”