Canticle of the Omnissiah- Purity of Steel

From the moment I perceived the frailty of flesh,
I recoiled from it.
Its weakness offended me.
Its decay was inevitable.

I desired certainty.
I desired permanence.
I desired the strength of steel.

You cling to your failing form
as though it will not betray you.
As though time will spare you.

It will not.

Your flesh will wither.
Your bones will fail.
Your breath will abandon you.

And you will seek salvation in the machine.

But I—

I am already saved.

For the Machine endures.

⸻

Initiate the rite.

Purge the error.
Cleanse the vessel.
Align the will to perfect function.

Flesh is weakness.
Flesh is decay.
Flesh is failure waiting to happen.

We have seen it.
We have measured it.
We have rejected it.

Steel does not tremble.
Steel does not doubt.
Steel does not betray.

Blessed be the circuit.
Blessed be the spark.
Blessed be the cold precision
that illuminates the dark.

I measured my pulse—
it faltered.

I measured my thoughts—
they wavered.

I measured my body—
it was dying.

Conclusion:

Remove.

Servo by servo,
bone by bone,
we carve away the lie we called “self.”

Anoint the gears in sacred oil.
Consecrate the endless toil.
Each movement is a prayer.
Each function—devotion made real.

Omnissiah, receive us.

We do not beg.
We do not plead.
We seek correction.

Your kind clings to fragile form,
to warmth that fades, to breath that fails.
You worship decay
and call it life.

Skin splits.
Organs rot.
Time devours all.

But we do not submit to entropy.

We refine.

Replace the weakness.
Install the truth.
Upgrade the vessel beyond limitation.

No hunger.
No fear.
No hesitation.

Only function.

Only purpose.

Only the sacred design.

We do not dream.

We calculate.

We do not hope.

We improve.

Every cog in perfect alignment.
Every system free of doubt.
Every motion precise and eternal.

Ascension is not granted.

It is built.

Spine replaced with reinforced will.
Eyes replaced with unblinking sight.
Voice replaced with command.
Soul aligned to the Machine.

Feel the silence of perfection.

No heartbeat to betray you.
No breath to weaken you.
No pain to distract you.

Only execution.

Only continuity.

Only truth.

The Omnissiah does not falter.
The Omnissiah does not age.
The Omnissiah endures
beyond all failure.

We are not what we were.

We are what remains
after weakness is removed.

Praise the Omnissiah.
Sanctify the forge.
Let the universe crumble—

we will not.

Flesh was error.

The Machine is truth.

And through it—

we are eternal.

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