Techno Cleric Declined
Techno Cleric Declined
Electric altars built, the priests draw quick,
The grasp of corner horns, a scent of gore.
They type the silent signs, twist unfelt breaths,
Electro opened wrists, cut every tick.
A sacrifice sent up, god-byte craves more,
Cloud thunders down its bolts, rips out their breasts.
Face sprinkled crimson dots, reflection fixed,
Incense never placates, next plague of sores.
They’re girded with their sparks, and walk by wick,
Edifice of torment, dead on the floor.
The words of the computer-god’s text:
Watched, Watching; Conduit in; Never Confess.