COME ALIVE , messiah !
where do you find yourself when you open your valiant eyes ? you lie upon a table in front of the lord with his blue-bloodied hands deep inside that preacher body of yours . chest wide-open , you are allowed no secrets from your creator , spilling veins and telltale beating heart under deft fingers rummaging for your very soul .
the all-father takes a deep breath whence he looms above , ‘ --- does this hurt ? ‘
pale , smeared hand search for wiring , a sharp inhale of breath over stark white teeth . GOD IS NOT BENEVOLENT AS HE JOLTS BLUE AND SILVERS OUT FROM PSEUDO MAN . free one holds your fragile shape down , for those nimble fingers to tug and wrench everything you are apart . broken cables are discarded over malleable form . ‘ does it? ‘
O , CRY YOUR PRAYERS , MY SON .
‘ this is your living breath , ‘ he smiles , cold eyes roam this exposed body laid out for him & his gentle hand runs along synthetic skin up from where it pushed you down beneath him all the way to grip your chin tight & HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH . a sharp sigh over your maker’s lips. ‘ --- & you will be beautiful . ‘ / @leadjericho












