I am led like a dog to the brink of death.

The cold instruments in your hands; shall soon become warm once met with my flesh.

I am the savior that absolves all from sin.
Tied to a crude wooden stake.
A crown of daisies placed upon my head by children.

I am the apotheosis to a hellish tartarus.
I am the Anti Christ, the reverse side of Him.
Come to me, my people. I welcome you in my arms.
Gather round, and I shall preach to you with my passionate cries.
Come, my children, my lost sheep.
Revel in my pain.
Frenzied dance to my unceasing screams;
Rallied shouts as this body grows still.

I am your God that no longer ceases to exist.
Stoned to death.
Let these rocks become the flowers that adorn my shallow grave.