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My body hasn't known rest in weeks

Cannot sleep until it's complete

Ingredients come to me

Inside a waking dream

I collect forms as they come to me

First a mother, then vagabond and king

Then a child who isn't old enough to speak

A stray dog, a bird, little crawling things

Ready to become more, the psalms they quietly read

Deconstructed, so much more than the sum of their parts

They become one

A body with 15 hearts

I gave it a pair of wings

Formed from flesh from its chest cavity

On its throat I formed several holes

So it never has to open its mouth to sing

Spiderlike appendages sprout all around

Protruding rib bones like spikes to heaven

Fingers and teeth have formed a crown

Instead of eyes just two depressions

A pit in its stomach a place of worship

Ideal to drop your offerings

Filled with blood of faithful servents

And whatever the foreign pilgrams bring

After Eve consumed the apple

A being in constant agony

Like Michelangelo painting the Sistine chapel

I know how much this holy work means

Only venture deep into Cimmerian forests

All of his children to be welcomed disciples

Leading benefactions with untouched vitals

Into the hands of his devoted apostles

Sealing the bond in sanguinary ritual

For both to taste and consume from his bosom

For he is loving and shares all his victuals

A new God, a just God, and not just a simulacrum

Like the old Gods before him

He was man made

But he will bring even more bliss and suffering

We will all drink from the well

So do not be dismayed

Feeling his warmth and affection

We will all begin to oscillate

Can you hear him

He is calling

Discordant hymns within his voice

The earth below is breathing

Heaven is here we can rejoice