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A Legacy of Sores
06:48
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A Legacy of Sores
Fists forged from selfish meat
Dissolve at first hand
Eyes that have no struggle seen
Squint at the horizon
Wet skin now paper thin
Reveals a core of dust
Broken vessels in
An ocean of rust
Shallow rocks meet hands
Blood upon the sands
Drowning water dance
Metaphorical
Didn’t watch the clock
Didn’t say enough
Didn’t care at all
A legacy of sores
Cold is the hand once calloused
Impressions of wilting strength
Now govern our instincts
Strangled by softness
And now only eerily soft
The skin of the host
Where before the shield of better men
Bolstered armour upon bone
Where once we weilded mighty swords
That triumphed into stone
Cold is the hand once calloused
Impressions of wilting strength
Strangled by softness
That triumphed into stone
That triumphed into stone
Where before the shield of better men
Bolstered armour upon bone
Where once we weilded mighty swords
That triumphed into stone
A legacy of sores…
As if it would be easy
As if you could purchase victory
As if all the blood and toil of our fathers
Meant absolutely nothing
As if it would be easy
As if you could purchase victory
As if all the struggle and toil of our fathers
Meant absolutely nothing
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Pyramidia Liberi
06:52
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Behold! In snake like shape and numbered form
That which moves as bird an flame
That which orders hand to mark
That which teaches sacred name
Invoking wisdom, unchallenged is he
Brighter than the stars
Stronger than sea
Truth beheld!
Contained within this secret realm
Truth beheld!
A passenger brought time and space
Truth beheld!
A messenger of death
Truth beheld!
The master of all
Fresh inferno to throw them in
More meat into the grinder
No lesson here but malevolence
Stockpiling timber for pyre
Keep the corpses burning
Keep the corpses burning
Keep the corpses burning
Burning!
Foul reek nostalgia
New challenge met with instant regret
Knees buckle under atlas
No lesson here but malevolence
Keep the corpses burning
Keep the corpses burning
The chosen path
The will to suffer
A dedicated burdening
The hammer they are under
The chosen path
The will to suffer
A dedicated burdening
The hammer they are under
So much to lose
The will to suffer
Zero sum game
Beckoning their death, embracing distain
The hammer they are under
The will to suffer
Truth beheld!
Contained within this secret realm
Truth beheld!
A passenger brought time and space
Truth beheld!
A messenger of death
Truth beheld!
The master of all
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As if the drip of callous sap
Befell the tree of light
So lands the feather of predator’s chase
That fell to earth that night
I stand unhumbled at
The precipice with Sisyphus
I still remember nothing but
Adrenaline and beating pulse
The only truth in patterns and
Only memory by stimulus
So only on the brink of death
And only in the giving up
The fires of incantation
Ten thousand years ablaze
Ringing knells of desperation
The wisdom in the flames
Only images in impulses
Oh what torture this affliction
To climb so far and never learn
Even vultures fall from vertigo
The deepest secret ever growing
Ever present, ever knowing
Nightshade waits and in it’s wake
The terrifying reality of time
The swirling vermin below
To dull a performance to call a show
A chance to push beyond discovery
Trampled in the mud
Yet again
The ever present, ever growing
Deepest secret, never knowing
Nightshade waits and in it’s wake
The terrifying reality of time
The ever present, ever growing
Deepest secret, never knowing
Nightshade waits and in it’s wake
The terrifying reality of time
Still it turns in wheels that burn
Every second lashings on my back
A future burden, a constant battle
New pillars form and crack
I fear for this world
I fear for him
How do I reconcile this against such bleak and desperate future
When I don’t even know my own?
Still it turns in wheels that burn
Every second lashings on my back
A future burden, a constant battle
New pillars form and crack
Bless his future, even through the darkness, and built in him a fortress strong. His curious mind, may it remain open and squeeze as many questions out of this wretched world as the elasticity of his neurons can shoulder.
May we answer them, may we answer them with critical eye and adorn his inquisitive nature with a shield branded ‘Logos’ and a sword sharp enough to slay falsehoods and untruths, the many that will come.
The many that will come…
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Veils lift and vessels crack
When power is an absolute
All is singular among the ocean
Universally approved
I am
You are
All is
Within the glass
Deep fragile hope brims each vessel
All contents molecular and set
Each iteration of iteration
Beset by tragic fate
All at once was the flood
The point of collapse
The slow death of an empire, waltzing
The point of collapse
Spiralling towards the sewer
The point of collapse
The slow death of an empire, waltzing
Spiralling towards the sewer
I am
You are
All is
Within the glass
Every marker met every other and all was rearranged
Yet nothing was destroyed
And there was nothing gained
The ocean sleeps full again
Permanence in either state
Unwilling rats
Unknowing of their stench
Unwilling rats
Unknowing of their stench
Unwilling rats
Unknowing of their stench
Unwilling rats
Unknowing of their stench
Perfect
Spiralling towards the sewer
The point of collapse
The slow death of an empire, waltzing
The point of collapse
Spiralling towards the sewer
Perfect.
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Razors of Occam
06:35
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Between the pales
Upon the hours and hours
Between the pales
Upon the hours and hours
Behold all vision is through me
At night and in terrible dreams
From for the bewitched loins of Isis
All hearing forth has come
From fathers work undone
Upon the Phallic spear of Osiris
Forever we are adorned with the wisdom of your seed
Forever we are yours in mutilation
Forever we are adorned with the wisdom of your seed
Forever we are yours in mutilation
As if our grandfathers would even pity us
As only wisdom knows, there’s no such thing as luck
Stigma bound
Yet failed the gold rush
Pales upon pales
Hours upon hours
Between the axe and elbow
Shoulder and stone
The house in which you stand
Mortar made of sweat and bone
Pales upon pales
Hours upon hours
Pales upon pales
Hours upon hours
There is more honour in the last gasping breath
Spilled forth from a dying old man's chest
Than all the seas of all the tears the younger can conjour.
For with one wish they'd give it all away.
Between the pales
Upon the hours and hours
Between the pales
Upon the hours and hours
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Vomiting at Baalbek
11:10
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Torid transmissions from black emissions
Reveal themselves as new rays of light
Instinctively driven as smoke from the cinder
Illumination without sight
In moment of prose and in darkened shade rose
Great torrents of patterns like snakes
And into the ether we summon the deceiver
For wisdom shall come at a cost
My body my blood,
My soul resides in spaces between
My body my blood
In logos, in ethos, in pathos decreed
My body my blood
My soul resides in spaces between
My body my blood
Beyond understanding
Hysterical post-truth euphoria
Blue light distraction at throat
With one wish to sever this
Detachment at all costs
Only death is real
Only death is real
Only death is real
Only death is real
A dreamer’s disease
The discipline of Dionisis
No forest for trees
Wretched self-belief
You are nothing
A dreamer’s disease
The discipline of Dionisis
No forest for trees
Wretched self-belief
You are nothing
No reality to exist
No given frequency
A dreamer’s disease
The discipline of Dionisis
No forest for trees
Wretched self-belief
You are nothing
Bathe in the molten fat of your predecessors
Swim in pools of gluttony made of thumbs and grinning mouths
Revel in the flesh of the present and give no thought for future
For hindsight is a fruitless virtue given to all.
Suckling the ego teat the milk for eternal infants
Suckling the ego teat the milk for eternal infants
And who cares for anything
Save the beating heart of womb nostalgia
Suckling the ego teat the milk for eternal infants
To blanket stars
A falsehood starts
In unrelenting, continual parts
To marching on
For honour gone
Forgetting all
Of who we are
Forgetting all
Of who we are
The fetid stench
Of vapid hearts
That will not learn
And don’t deserve
To begin again.
A dreamer’s disease
The discipline of Dionisis
No forest for trees
Wretched self-belief
You are nothing
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Abduction Derby, UK
'Existentialismus' Will be released by Candlelight Records on Feb 21st.
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