I. Parousia Denied
He arrived wounded and silent,
limbs tangled, dripping infection.
We refused his entrance,
wrapped his skin in rust and wire,
dragged his prayers through mud and ash,
and burned the name he wore.

The sky stayed closed.
Trumpets swallowed their tongues.
He received chains instead of worship,
spat on, mocked, and condemned.

II. Procession of Salt
We crowned him with plastic barbs
and led him through the marketplace of idols.
His blood captured on screens,
sold as relics, devoured as memes,
his plea drowned beneath laughter
and the hum of electric altars.

III. Recrucifixion Rite
We dragged out his old cross,
still crusted with sacred bile,
nailed his ankles with iron spikes,
twisted scripture into open wounds,
stretched his limbs into ruin,
his last breath lost in static noise.

IV. Synod of Pigs
His corpse we peeled and scattered,
feeding apostles’ faith to pigs,
his organs hung from slaughterhouse hooks,
the divine heart trampled into meat.
The tongue, nailed to the walls of temples,
silenced forever.

No kingdom remains here.
Only rot, iron, and bone.
Gods come here to perish,
this earth was never theirs.

V. Athanaram (The Chant of Reversal)
Athanaram, Athanaram,
No savior shall reign.
Athanaram, Athanaram,
The throne left in flames.
Athanaram, Athanaram,
No prophet, no cross.
Athanaram, Athanaram,
The world remains ours.