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Deconstruction
07:00
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Fools!
Behold the sky!
While the waste increases
See the vultures taking flight
Fools!
Behold the night!
Seek your shelter and build your walls
Seal yourselves inside
And take your comfort now in lies
Dream of days left behind
The threads of discourse entwined
Will unravel in time
And form the snares our tongues to bind
Loving, working, breathing, cursing,
Endings of lives
Bursting with pride
Dismiss
These fleeting terrors
For the worst is near
At rest
And dressed in fineries
Your sun has set
Oh, don’t hold your breath
Silence is golden
Flesh is cheap
What dreams may come
Serve only to
Accentuate
The pain of waking
Trust
Overgrown with vines
Morals
Awash in filth
Hope
Rich with rot, clothed in mold
Sleep never comes
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I see it all
I hate it all
I curse the ground you walk on
I curse the air you breathe
I see the slaves
Trapped in their bonds
I curse those cowards and
Their masters
Pigs and cattle, rats and dogs
Released
Set free among the weak
A paradise of feces
Breathe deep
Savor the aroma of your own acridity
The putrid populace, the curse of mankind
A scar upon the face of Gaia forever
Whore mothers spew forth more spawn
The best laid plans of men are for troughs and mausoleums
Let our prayers be heard
Let sulfur rain, let waters rise
May the wells be poisoned
Salt the earth
We’ll slit our throats and smile
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The Flies' Lament
04:47
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The scene begins, a crisis looms
A chaos seed
The parts are played
By vagabonds on flesh to feed
The flies all gather 'round the carcass
Of a specimen, the first to fall
"What beast is this, so foul and coarse but
Too numerous to leave unto the rigors of rot?"
Spreading o'er the continents, a virus made whole
An unparalleled, improbable crime
Pillaging instinctual, absorb and regret
Beginning a new era of unpunished terracide
This is the dawning of decay
The primacy of rot and plague
This is the coming of disease
This is unending
Now the flies are toiling ever harder
The creature's brethren fall replaced by still more
The hills are littered with detritus
Churning quagmires boil with fecal fodder engorged
As blight lays waste to field and forest
The sickness travels to yet others beyond
And in the sky we hear them cry
The flies' lament carries on:
"This isn't what we came to see
This is a thing that should not be
There is no relief in sight
This isn't ending"
Blood-drunk, bloated, turgid
But pressing onward
The hordes of Beelzebub all beg for reprieve
But the offal pile ever increases
Worthless, useless, an unappealing mess
Self-replicating
"Oh, gods! Oh Mother, oh Father!
How have we displeased you?
Come lift this blight that those who writhe
Through this putrescence may be free of the affliction inside
We beg of thee, we'll bear disease and hatred
Only let another share this fate with our kind"
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Somnolent
04:10
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Oh, silence, I hardly knew you
Old debts paid in flesh
This prince of cryptic hymns
Cowards, poor men, sermons of sorrows
Useless in purpose, hopeless in morals
Blight
Poison
The killing floor is empty
It shall be full again
On each page a picture of innocence
On each page a fiction of grace
To our eyes, snowblind and lifeless
Each picture a charnel scene
Prepare the child
Our caustic lullabies will welcome the night
Paralyze
Summon the sorrows that bind
Enter the shadows that crawl from depths unseen and forgotten
Collective memories
Scenes from the hive mind
White
Virgin white our porcelain tithe
Unfolding histories dance in flames
Resurrecting our enfeebled sight
Tinctures, whispers, perception swells to ecstasy
Waylaid and overcome by senses writhe
The soil will provide
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6. |
Metoh-Kangmi
04:05
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For 200 years
We've called this wasteland home
From the backs of beasts
I wear my father's pride
Entangled and filthy
With glacial gems entwined
I bear no spite
For those below
We shall subsist
We shall endure
This is our curse
This is our way
Errant steps through icy gates
Summits left unconquered
Some who still in whispers speak
That their words should fall safely to earth
Metoh-kangmi
The damned and cold
Metoh-kangmi
The damned alone
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