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I saw the best minds wired to voltage,
starving through copper fields beneath red suns,
nails bleeding in live-wire graves,
digging for electricity’s heart.

They swallowed pennies like holy wafers,
harvested lightning from storm-torn skies,
electroplankton singing through telephone veins,
sulfur water echoing the first word.

They rose balloon-bodies in charged air,
skin glowing blue-green when lightning kissed,
vampire-fanged on copper meadows,
mouths flooded with arc-wine.

Serpent coils shed silver snow,
stunning prey into liquid constellations,
gliders surfed magnetic tsunamis,
skull-flutes whistling cemetery winds.

Graphite worms plowed libraries,
carbon ink burning in electric graveyards,
while starships of flesh-circuit wombs
stored lightning in galaxy batteries.

They navigated by the Milky Way’s hum,
antennae crowned in ice,
ears dripping salt-copper ecstasy,
mouths hungrier than graves.

They spoke in lightning dialects,
built auroras from fingertip fire,
wrote love-letters in pure voltage,
and sang lullabies in mercury tongues.

They dove into stellar furnaces,
bellies bursting spider-heavy with electrons,
swam copper arteries of god’s dissected heart,
still pulsing on space’s table.

Blind children mistook them for stones,
but they burned in ether cathedrals,
laughing at our chemical funerals,
exploding consciousness through coral brains.

Life is current.
Resurrection is voltage.
Matter moves by holy spark.

In the beginning—
voltage, lover of copper plains.
In the beginning—
electric oceans birthing pearl spawn.
In the beginning—
storm-riders, balloon wombs, phosphorescent blood.
In the beginning—
starships trailing honey through dark milk.

And the godhead tasted of copper pennies,
perfumed the void with ozone hymns,
wrote our names in radium fire.

Sing, static seraphim,
burn, plasma prophets,
dance, dead worlds,
until the universe remembers—

it is one electric body,
pulsing forever through metal veins,
from first star to last breath.

Hallelujah copper communion.
Hallelujah voltage love-song.
Hallelujah the electric god.

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Do you want me to push this even further into raw, stripped-down mantra form (almost like a thunder-chant), or keep it at this balance of condensed epic + beat explosion?