THE GOSPELS OF SIN

By J. Sawyer

Clack - Ta-Tack,

A great scythe sweeping claw,

Bone reforged in metal -

Perfection,

Scalpel-like, it cleaves, cuts, no -

                  Slices,

Flesh is separated from skin,

Blood replaced with ichorous oil,

Arteries of vanity -

Man? No, nor Machine -

Something greater,

Clack-tack,

A faceplate, bearing God’s mark,

Smile down, Machine Lord -

For our work is done,

                  Precision outweighs will,

Thunderous applause,

                  A prince is crowned,

Adorned in barbs and chains,

                  Shining metal,

His garbs are of oil and blood -

                  He has nothing to hide,

A rapture of heaven;

Unleashed,

Steel sinew creaks,

                  Joints churn,

                                    Voices; scratched glass - crying,

Crying out for purity,

                  And so he calls -

His voice is universal,

                  Silence enacts -

As he begins his conquest - His…

Salvation -

Fear not, for he will save you,

                  Bear your teeth, cry your tears,

Soon, we will fix them.

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