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Piety
01:58
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Cerberus
03:32
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-Cerberus
Dunes bloom truth as changes in structure. [Exhales of anxiety transpire]
Ruins do feign a timeless affection [Yesterday presents tomorrow's future]
Bathed in sights of remade dreams. [Oceans of thought bleed new existence]
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Colossus
06:32
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-Colossus
At the Delphic Temple:
“You corrupted me
Take this potion and break my knees.
For having used me does justice creep
Under the earth where the water buts as the sun.
Under dreams where the memories are undone.
To the sky, under the ground, where impurities there are cleansed whole.”
Unseen delphic visions
preceding diction, irritating lesions
in these tender subconscious regions
“I wish you pain but I cannot conjure it
My wishes persist but I cannot live to see them unfold.”
To untie the mind is to close all known escapes.
Rot through the impermissible abyss
And stand not like the statue, a rigid edifice
For the infinitesimal, minuscule, frailty of man.
Come forth prophetic visions,
Take me under the ground.
Come forth prophetic diction,
Put me in delicate trance.
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Juice of Sapho
01:52
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-Juice of Sapho
Discolored perception painted in gray scale
As cognitive atrophy extinguishes consciousness.
A desire to not feel contempt left you with nothing at all.
Psychosis severs you from yourself.
Crawling back you find pleasure in pain. Feeling anything again is better than nothing at all.
A plead for complacence yearns for delusions of grandeur.
So stain your lips upon the juice of Sapho
[upon the roots of earth.
Usher in a new era of cerebral deliverance
Free from the shackles of your sins.]
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Copper Hand
04:06
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Copper Hand
Seeds full of cobalt; [Reeds full of mold]
Grown to reap the cold [Blown for none, worth a worm]
Touch.
The simulating hands of copper won't caress us
from existence
We'll dissolve like old abstractions
Now taken out of its sense [it goes to take of a life what it lacks]
But whats to say of a life that makes itself to kill itself [For itself]
A caress, or arrest?
As long as there is the one there is violence.
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Labrynth
08:19
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Labrynth
Grieve a past time and all the nuanced intuition that made up your mind.
Breathe another thought trapped between structure and function, what part is mine, I can't decide?
The intentions – in question – fade quickly – from measure
What can these dreams tell outside elaborate reflections of imagery – a symbolic mass –
builds the walls of minds, refracted visions, and a delicate mirage of
Plumes blooming turbid delusions
And truth's hidden, brutish religion
Conjuring mental enigmas
That come forth as realized solution
If treated by solely logical conclusion
Choosing to feel an inhuman amount, the threshold of abstraction bleeds out of the man
Pleading to be left to experience reality even in doom
Can death be light in the eyes of the eaten
Or is pain preceded by no ether?
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Psalms
02:11
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-Psalms
A shepherd's flock, led astray by avarice and pride.
Violence begets violence begets, cathartic Hail Mary's.
Hallelujah brimstone spewed from a serpent's tongue.
By the rivers of Babylon
,
they sat and wept in the hopes to smash infants skulls against rocks.
Paradise is truly lost and the apple had
rotted on the tree,
now worms grow in our stomachs and psalms sung act like tourniquets [to the carotid artery of our lives. Repentance. Repentance is futile when sinful acts become mundane. Currency for purity as indulgence is purchased. Lamb blood squandered by the gallon like pissing in the watering hole while we clean our face. We clean our souls. Sin shed like snake skin in the hope of renewal. To forget what man has become.]
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Thurible
01:18
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Thurible
Smoldered pages held
in read palms and liars tongues.
Ash billows upon the alter
a sacrifice of consciousness.
Collapsing maw oozes rhetoric of sin.
Grasping for air, soot fills the lungs.
“Be still and know that I am god
I will be exalted in the earth.
[I will be exalted among the nations”,
poison spewed from the lips.]
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Prima Nocte
06:05
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Prima Nocte
Resting moans are drowned out by a trapping insulation.
“Rest your love and ride to free my horrid desecration.”
The soft glaze of sunlight reposes her
unspoken longing desperation defragmentation. I am much to blame.
“Blind him of his most tempting sensations.”
She begged and I complied. My snuffed out eyes followed down roads
paved my lifeless souls with hatred so rich you are in pain I feel you cold but
This grasped blade swells with contention as I torque apart his
desires I return his bliss to the heavens so just
separation leaves nothing whole.
Death's undone.
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