Deified Self Reflection

This poem is from an excerpt from my short story, Skoptsy of the Lord, describing the first death of the antagonist.

Arisen in abysmal whiteness
Facing his deified likeness
Resonating an aura of the Almighty Righteous;
His Majesty,
Such a travesty
To have unduly rendezvoused
after crudely subdued by this calamity
Now, In the presence of the Supremely Magnanimous,
All animus is neutralized
Reality becomes apparently computerized
No longer brutalized by the state of perpetual hate
Played before him is aye super-sized digital portrayal of his conceptual fate
The great, godly machine reboots as his life is reduced to moot.
The ethereal being vanishes.
What to do after this uproot?
The Lord materializes back on the planet
More Holy, less of a brute.

Reviews

[Robot House]

The word choice is fantastic. I honestly can't think of anything I'd change. More?