1. |
With Malice
06:02
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In the silence that saturated the darkness
I stopped the merging of worlds
Stripped of skin I let the stars dance in
Grew stiff where I once lay furled
I watched them obfuscate the radiant
The first fire ever set in the heart of all men
No reason unless fear is a reason
The power in living beyond a lifespan
And the silence is where I went to die
To live alive
I watched them denigrate the only guide
The natural state where we could have arrived
With malice beside ignorance
Their will to survive strangled by pride
And then strangled by time
So the silence is where I went to die
To live alive
The edge of the forest gave way to a thickness
Their structures and symbols turned into their sickness
I weep, they weep, want it all over fast
Their future becoming my past with a quickness
These are the last words I will ever write
In the silence where I want to die
To live alive.
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Swarms
08:30
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Swarms and all they destroy
Their instinct, their power, their joy
I ask them the questions, I pray to their Gods
I observe them when they deploy
They are the scourge, the decay of all being
The fathers and mothers, all knowing, all seeing
Where I pretend, I survive
Self preservation makes one die inside
Where I resent I stay alive
As someone who does not care if he dies
What self hate gave birth to these Gods!
I chant their chants while I plot their demise
But their swarms devour all alive
Forever the swarms and their filthy tongues
That mean the chants and take them to heart
New flesh, old way to survive
The swarms prey upon time
So I am guilty
Fucking filthy and guilty
I am what a man will do to survive
I might be stealthy
But I'm fucking filthy
I am why the Gods and their swarms will not die
Because I chose not to fight
Resentment and power personsified.
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3. |
Removal of the Head
06:27
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No one was there to carry the coffin
Not a soul was left to care
An apple was picked and left to turn rotten
Full bellies had led to despair
If time were a vine we'd find it ends in the ripest of seasons
We'd pick the mush and fall to our knees
No one was there to turn them to ash
Their souls had flames of their own
There was weeping a plenty, and their teeth they did gnash
The worst was still the unknown
Instant entropy and collective collapse
Full bellies could not even moan
If time were an eye we'd see it no longer could see
We'd burn out the other and fall to our knees
The sky caught me removing the head
The body fell to the earth
Wounded angel to guide the wounded undead
Head of God warm on the hearth
Never questioned me, never believed
No challenge or purpose bestowed unto me
Many profits were sent, all were insane
Each made to react or believe
So I cut off his head and fed it to the fire
Fill my immediate air with the smoke of rational desire
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4. |
Before the Lamentations
07:39
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