Glorious and triumphant, ineffable in strenght
Defying the power hold in a flesh
Eternally denslaved though not by
death
Bruises decorates scars, reopened constantly
Raising new icons in this temple of agony
Paralysed by pain deafening
thoughts
Copulating with death
Without sword, with single move beheading
Armourless, resistant for every spear
One of
us
He is dying, dying like we
The self-mutilated messiah
Revelating new gospel to the earth
New heavens for strong
enough
To kill within a man
The mental tormentor, tormented himself
Encrowned by human screams
Killing thousands of
martyrs
Forgotten before nailed
Dying like others
But making death his own strenght