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HOLY IS THE NEW FLESH

burning the rights of an ancient Sacrifice 
by ancestors holy and profane 
the offerings of an Intellectual ape 
hairless and Afraid 
of the indiscriminate night 

unknown regions far from human sight, 
flesh made new holy and precious
burnt to the divinity of the unknown
the thing is seen in corner of dreams n nightmares 
of primitive man

a righteous being; so holy is the flesh
made new by the blood 
the blood of the righteous lamb
the lamb of the infinite infernal and intimate god
the god of nothing and everything all there is and ever was
the first last and always
the alpha and omega
the universal intellect 
the void 

Cold inhuman or the voice next to your soul 
a creator mad and whole
a being of infinite jest
the new covenant
the breaker of bread
the devour of the new flesh
the science and sacrament 
of blood and atonement
feeling Valhalla calling the new flesh, home
holy and sacred
the science and sacrament 
of blood and atonement
feeling new
righteous 
in the flesh 

the burning of offerings
to the dark void above
ashes cast to the unknown below
holy is the new flesh made clean 
by an infinite creation
a finite god 
of holy ghost
flesh re-mastered
masculinity of soul
the lushness of the feminine grace
a goddess
a whore
the duality of the new flesh
the tightest of lace

burning in the nights 
of an ancient Sacrifice 
ancestors holy and secular
the offerings of an intellectual ape
hairless and afraid of the indiscriminate night

unknown regions far from human sight
flesh new holy and precious
burnt to the divinity of the unknown
the thing is seen in corner 
of dreams and nightmares 
of primitive man, grand

a righteous being 
so holy is the flesh 
made knew by the blood 
of the righteous lamb

the lamb of the infinite infernal 
an intimate irrational god 

cries:

“sacred is the new flesh”
































































“…To rethink the flow and the rhythm,
the tumbling out of the words, 
is a betrayal, and it's a sin…”

So…

“…Long live the New Flesh!”
David Cronenberg
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