Sakrikruzifikation

I. Genesis

Vomit of the earth
Altar slaughter
I became an algebraic rule
that must not exist.
I speak to you;
You don’t need to listen.

II. Star

The first few screamed for my blood
All listened. No answer.
Voices sharpened into needles
I sought the stars
While unshaken hands stitched
them through my breast.

III. Dehumanize

They have turned me into a rat.
Made me fiction, made me sick.
They inked their truth.
Humanity stared
when I unearthed my heart
and found it black.

IV. Reality

Automated hate
Industry of killing
Every shadow births a shadow
Every cut leads to cuts
In your life—in your death:
Only you

V. Declaration

Blood on my altar.
Minds on the pyre.
To crucify all words.
To sacrifice fear.

This is
Sakrikruzifiktion
This is
Kruzisakrifize.

VI. Sakrikruzifiktion

Crucify the spectacle.
Cut down hollow discourse.
Noise devours itself.
I become the hammer.

Sacrifice doubt.
Bury your tears.
Burn hateful words.
I follow the ancient law alone.

VII. Finale

You are the temple.
You are the altar.

Choose.
Or let them choose.

Leave an offering †