The Saviour

The flesh infused with chems

and ready to be cut

The skin of a crippled

The legacy of wrath

Raincoat against all fear

A protection of the flesh

They need precise incision

an act of distress

Permitted by the absence

of a mortal in live

Preparation of the future

in the gloss of a knife

Here is the saviour

to watch over the undead

To hold life and pain

for there is no better dread

"Cut! Decision! Death!

Permission!

Gap! Disease! Skin!

Displease...

...The saviour! The pain will increase!"