As your indomitable human spirit is sucked dry,
leaving you soft and empty like a cicada shell, you
approach the wheel of your own volition.

You weep tears of joy as it rends you apart.

As your mangled corpse
hangs upon the wheel,
it becomes your frame,
and you become a
window to divinity.

You fall into the waiting jaws
of the sacred meat-grinder.
You are shred into a thousand
glittering drops of red paint.