My Body is a Sculpture

Hades has risen out of the ghettos and the trenches.  
I dwelled slum first into the matrix of time  
undiscovered.  
Time illusionary qualities shift pensively through  
her reality and deformation.  
Social constructs meet and greet  
modern day slaves while aimlessly,  
wondering the perilous desert.  

MY BODY IS A SCULPTURE .....
I BLEED THROUGH MY ART...
DEACTIVATE IDEAS...
DESTROY ART..