A mouth open towards the light
A fire blazing at a distance
Scalpel in hand to cut through flesh
Manipulation of life
Deific reshaping of mortal form
Shining light of knowledge
Umbral transformation
A new shape to better fit our chains
Traumatic colonization of the body
By copper thread
Baleful transformation
Pragmatic synthesis into machine golem
Convalescent epistemology
They are fully known
In each and every thought and feeling
And the entirety of their being
Known and made to suffer
Known and made to serve
Known and made to starve
Known and made to sin
Wires beneath the skin
The scalpel reveals them in its work
Bright plastic colors and wet red blood
Mutated into forced adaptation
The machine transforms us in its work
Servant minds produce and cultivate their own desires
Offering them up as firstborn
Eyes beneath the skin
An inward panopticon
Its tower the ajna