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Eschatology
07:24
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Blood was shed colder in my dreams. Roaming streams shone and lit your eyes by dead light. Then came distended, shambling, bloated whores. Forked by tongue and steel, rode by carrion at night.
Reaving tide, the black hearts march in step.
Dead inside, the black hearts came and swallow all that’s left.
Old machines, proud, obscene, crowing from their nests. Bellowed now from fattened mouths, they scream to put me to my death.
Crown the sow, the black hearts marching in.
Deadened mind they come, the black hearts deserve the rest.
Their domain, tilled, broken. Hear their thoughts, pearls of shame.
The black hearts engage.
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Lasa Dhal
04:26
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Veined casket kept close
Pale sheen shines from the slope
Guided swiftly to my own grave
Eyes sullen red shift stains
Say my name.
Rope’s too slow, saving prayers, chanting names
Close the circle by wire and frame
Sputter sick fires around
Rot caked stone crack against teeth
Say my name.
Christened by the dead planetary scenes
Rose colored stars bend low to heave
With incense to kiss lips with flecks of gore testing impurity
Supplicants call, the cycle remains, cracked whips of slavery
Say my name.
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Pawing cemetery shape reaping deeply by night
Wraith sheen plague spreads filth by air
Both hands grip with ancient force impaired
That skull sows fear,
rakes unbound,
lies lies upon the cross,
prostrates in disdain,
herds for hallowed swine,
dagger turns
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I.A.H.I.
04:32
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Out sized praise saved for the same circling skies
Like a skin grafted whole over nothing but cold
Fly, nothing will hold your mind
The same pile will wait for your return
Find new heights with fire from inside
Pressing closely to safety is no life to live by
So shallow, self-served, lightning stolen from gods
Polished by servants enslaved
To their superior’s minds
If I can’t find a single purpose from your foolish spells
I bar the gates of sanctuary for souls who steal
I’ve got nothing but hatred and hands around your throat
I’ve got not but silvered images for the brave who fail
Bound in stone the venerated dwell
In sacred scenes from saintly Hell
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Saint Serpentine
04:44
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Saint steaming Dramamine fool roars to life creation’s creeping pool
Adroit, teeth gouge upon the open grave and flash, drowse, painting the sky
Punished the clay, broke free the marrow and drown to imbibe the smoke
That breathes free the mystic crown, burned out, spurned, burned out
With stained tooth and bright eye, cherries flash and gush at touch upon the stairs that climb
Climb out into the sky
That snake, that saint that closes
His thumb that presses on me
Thighs scaled and forked from the mouth
Veins pulse and plow through tunneled flesh
You, Serpentine
Mean everything
Damned between
You failed Saint Serpentine
Exist in dream
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The Circle Closes In
05:26
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A Spill From the Ossuary
04:10
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Prison lies lead to defleshed scenes, schemes of holy counts to float from idyllic dreams, nothing but pests left frozen, mites to eat at flesh dried by prophecy, tattered souls to talk through thousands ages;
Rotting, funeral march in time, spreads like cancer, eats like lime, pronounces eternal, a planet dead from over picked piles
Christian lies lead to defleshed, coffin swine swim in the burning stench, a candle blown for a canary calling death, and yet on they dance in decadence
Rotting, funeral march in time, spreads like cancer, eats like lime, pronounces eternal, a planet dead from over picked piles
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