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The Gate
03:34
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I am a minister prophesizing revelations as populations align
And I am the catalyst of devotion
But not ramshackle reportage of a silent demise
And the misanthropes cry out in terror
Asking heaven for reprieve
But their solace in impassible
Merely a tenant of belief
Cause I have faith that I'll be saved
But I don't know why I am this way
Calculating maps with a breakneck urgency
To find some desolate avenue to eternity
Arithmetic assumptions
Sigils of a galloping denouement
But I've found solitude in my padded room
Looked on by stained glass halcyon
Tapered solemn robes of black
Plaintive hymns of obstinacy
But I'm sure there's a dangling Eden
Through all this stagnant reverie
As the disciples congregate inside
The echo chamber of belief
Entombed in their asylum, swaddled in their creed
New-age apostasy
And as the chalice rises to the bridge between their hollowed wandering eyes
Dissolution of autonomy through a blanket compromise
Independence perverted and resigned.
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God's Cold People
03:09
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I stood as my bones
Here
Watched the fabric unwind
To sleep
As a stranger entered, blank but patient
He offered an inviting questioning
And I fell down
Into it
There was a fault much deeper than me
To the man in the corner of my eye
May I please
Speak with you again
I'll lie to seek whatever could comfort me
With myself
The way that would keep but me silent
And I pulled us all down
Into it
There was a fault much deeper than me
To the man in the corner of my eye
Hear me once
Before to you I give
The word that you long to hear
Submission, to your writhing ideals
And again
Discover what's real
One day, the walls they smiled back
So there it must begin
A personal deconstruction perfectly in time
Am I here now?
Am I here now?
Am I here now?
Am I?
There was one thing between you and I
He sits there, passing his time idly by the voice that speaks in my
Newly found mind
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Can of Worms
01:52
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Gardens of insincerity
Verdant and forlorn
Hanging above consecrations
Battered and war-torn
Soldiers march through catacombs
Of iron impunity
Deference to protocol
Epoch of incredulity
Our salvation is detained
Imprisoned behind a cell of trenchant walls and unremembered tenements
Black spades drill and shatter
To the pulse of a bell singing out of time
So far removed from penitence
Intoned parades trod lockstep
Scatterbrained dissidence
Separate as quickly as they came
Reproaching imminence
Ashes flutter coating powdered snow
Remnants of intermission
Scrolling through the crevices
This jigsaw premonition
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Khlysty
02:08
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Let the whipping wind come guide your gait
We're off to the covert fete
Take care to tame your decorous gall
Or you might just nail yourself to the wall
You'll deign to the deepest, coldest depths
In this scrambled dream sequence
To scale the spires for insidious view
Lest they topple and expose the sins you rue
Capitulating so resolute
Imbibe the believer's brew
The sobering chalice overflows
Injects sanity into the mortal throes
Forever
Heaven is forever
The word made flesh made words again
Semantic satiation
Dizzy with daily permutations of rote recitations to mollify the above
With every gamete we preserve
One less savior's deserved
Slim pickings for the low hanging fruit of the womb
Rent from our own pudenda
The chosen bloom
While the wretched are cast below
Sequestered in the brumal tomb
No seeds to sow
The pangs of malevolent birth shall never scar the face of the thawing earth forever
Heaven is forever.
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6. |
The Haunted Mere
04:36
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It's all been wrapped up in a just denouement
A perfect conclusion with a victory to flaunt
Divide the spoils and lead the parade
Just watch your balance as you march on your way
The haunted mere is not the last of it
There’s a thousand more footsteps - each one, a new chance to slip
The vehicle that drove your ascendancy
Is the same one that will deliver your pathetic defeat
The spectre's celebrated, but he’ll run out of steam
And your statue will be overturned with every new regime
The haunted mere: you may have taken that dive
But you’ve got the whole way up to meet your demise
The haunted mere: you may have conquered here
But in those murky waters your fate is oh so clear
You’ve held on so long, oh rapacious one
But the end is tapered and the edge will come
You’ll be the conquered foe in the very end -
When death's the victor, and that’s why I portend of...
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