The Death of Death

Microscopic, electrons soar
And whiz as they succumb to the fixed pattern
Of their cycles in an infinite orb
Around a compressed nucleus they agree
To mimic the solar systems' perfect complexity,
Exactly as I designed them to be.  
And accumulating they obey
To comprise cells which carry underway
The function of this bodily home
Struggling desperately to keep it alive
Under tattering, pleading groan.
But I feel the heat wearing them thin
From crushed, spasmodic nerves
Crying from where the nail is driven in.
And blood which I made the essence of life
Interrupted in its mechanical circulation
Which I cut and edited with my knife
Is unnaturally from the body expelled
And clothes me in ruby red
Because creation's salvation I upheld.
I feel no more but the constant sting
Of slashes from the scourge
Rubbing up against wood splintering
And the arteries that burst with the cruel prick
As royal thorns on my scalp lick.
And my arms with sickening crack
Are wrenched  from their sockets
As I gasp for the breath I lack,
Push up, putting weight on nail driven toes
And from waves of electric agony
Know that neurons in the brain explode.
And I know that the fluid gathers in my heart,
I understand that with every beat it crushes
Deteriorating, as it's strength departs.
But since I knitted its fleshy muscular dome
All to think the word I can revive it, I alone
 Through curtains of blood I see past my impaled hand
 To where a crowd of satan's minions
Mock and cast lots on the torrid desert sand
suddenly a shudder as a dark, horned figure
Brushes by and seems to say,
Obscenities, reminding me that all those I loved
Had fled, had fallen away.
But three persons, like mental programs, are all in sinc
Three personalities but one, sharing the same divine ink
And as I feel a stab in the cavity's core
And those cells rip apart from their final anchor
"It is finished" I howl in a mournful bay,
As the sun is covered by an eclipse of dooming gray
And as oxygen deprivation causes sensation to fade
It is finished, the punishment is paid
But alas, Says the Father,
rot, death, spoil, pain and decay,
Will be forever defeated,
For I will rise again on the third day.