1. |
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Into the desperate awakening.
Rusted shackles, flooded basements.
Hide the bodies, hide the bodies,
The bodies.
Bloated thespians we call sons.
Heralds at attention, the jesters begin to speak,
"Our lords, our kings: we set you free"
A whisper in the crowd,
"Beware a fire is coming,
To melt away our chains."
Woeful serfdom, sustain anarchy.
Collocate! Disperse royal disease.
Destroy bloodlines, rip the needle from the vein.
Another head for my taxidermy.
Despair among kingdoms,
Here is our plague, this insurgence.
Calloused hands hold sword,
Paint their wrists red.
A scream from the tower,
The King's head presented.
Light the flame of glory,
Burn bright our torch.
“Beware a fire is coming,
To melt away our chains.”
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There is corrosion on spotted floors.
It's gone but I can see it
On the shores of knotted roads.
I am buried in the ancient grains.
Carry me, lead me to the stone.
Unburdened in empty thrones.
We are alone,
We are alone.
Help break circles
Around the rust.
I am undone.
I can't feel anymore,
Everything is gone.
Everything is gone.
No glory. No pride.
Collect my bones, lay them flat.
I am your skeleton, I am unwrapped.
Self-awareness in being lost.
Careless abuse of my own mind.
Can you hear me?
Everything is gone.
Everything is gone.
No glory. No pride.
No glory. No pride.
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Four Cubits and a Span
03:34
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Goliath,
Separate the snake
The tail from it's remains.
Coward onto pike
His head slides beneath
The crown of blood and thorn.
Goliath,
King of the Dead.
Crush hope in your hands.
Show us the way
Tear into your skin
Resolve, madness.
Madness.
Call onto him
In desolate foundry.
Call onto him
In eternal inferno.
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Rise
Weaponize yourselves
Against the unseen,
Our world is a panopticon.
Greased and bloodied fingers
Around our necks.
Giant evil bluecoats parading our streets.
“There is corrosion in the spotted wood desk that once stood where I sit.
It’s gone but I can see it as if it were the heron in my dreams following me every night on the shores of knitted roads, only staring.
I’m into this as deep as a silo, I am buried in the ancient grains gasping for air, I am unburdened when I finally stop, I am lonliness simplified into eternal dark.”
Hang them all,
Revolt now.
Kill them all.
Ripped into the dirt they fall.
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Guaranteed asylum
In this I was sold.
Trapped, introspection
Of a body I do not hold.
"Gather your realities,
Your losses, your egos, your failures."
You won't escape this yet,
It will never end.
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"What will they think?"
Of the entrails, of the sounds.
In littered cell I will crawl.
Call in the Army of Babylon,
Blame the Adam Bomb.
When you are born
They set you on fire.
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