1. |
Simulacrum
08:24
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Resentment
There’s a certain relish
In nurturing the fields of hate
Watching them plagued
By the light dearth
A fragile balance
Keeps the lurching structure above
Severed heads
Tote the top
Over the Sun
Layers and layers
Of endless decay
Here they were banished
And here they were buried
Never to be unearthed
With the dark
Came the awareness
They were granted
A glimpse of that majesty
Empty vessels
Adorned but fragile
Our souls crave for more
Arise
No hope is delivered
No light is shown
With wasted weary eyes
With grasping fallow hands
How foolish was I
To pursue persistence
I claim
No justice
A consonance
Of unholy prayers
Ascending, rising
As archers
With arrows striking at the heart
Of dying gods
A life spent
Trying to pierce through this numbing veil
With impermanence
Being the only constant
And if there’s ever something more
Than this façade
Then we could safely say
The interiors would be adorned
With the most detailed canvas
Of our prolonged and thwarted efforts
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2. |
Iconoclasm
07:12
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We declared a war
On the very foundations
Upholding the ethos
And found ourselves
Digging in unsubstantial filth
As we didn’t know
In the first place
That delusion was the only way through
And every success
Just a mere mitigation
We are
The suppurating upper crust
Chief advocates
For the unhinged
Ravings of a blind iconoclast
Now we all
Circle the drain
With heads back
To avoid the dizziness
But not the fated lingering stench
Of futility
And yet
We overexert ourselves
As if our choice
Ever meant something
We could have just spared our words
For the grave
At least the devil
Would listen and take a laugh
Among the preachers
And the moguls
Amidst the leaders
And the blatant superbs
You can sense the true horror
And the great disdain for beggars
Just a further symptom of self hatred
This shall be your heirloom
No pyre or burial mound
No kingdom or grand cathedral
But the ever still standing
Pennant of shame
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3. |
Manifesto
07:03
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A withering sun
Growing dim in the distance
Unearthly voices speak
Drawing abject crowds
Towards a mutual oblivion
Gravitating towards
An ominous fate
Sycophantic observers
Groveling in a self-imposed subjection
Taking pride
In persevering their misery
The patterns were clear from the start
And we ignored every hint
Throwing ourselves
Into another fool’s game
Errant disciples
Of the hollow
Unworthy bearer
Of the flaming cross of sentience
The patterns were clear from the start
And we dance
Screaming silently in an endless parade
As crippled hands twist
In a convulsing shadow play
It all vanishes in a glimpse
Another light comes and goes
Unattended, insignificant, invariant
Nothing more
Than feeble voices
Bound to be forgotten
And we still preach the fall
So much faith
Was misplaced
And fists crushed into the concrete
There’s nothing left to find here
Your void won’t be filled
Your void won’t be filled
As the lights go out
Speak those words clear
(We never stood a chance)
As the lights go out
Speak those words clear
(We’ve always lived in fear)
The patterns were clear from the start
And if you wish you can still pretend
That perseverance
Will lead to a good end
And give yourself the illusion
Of holding the bridle
While nosediving in a burning hearse
And sitting idle
But there’s a subtle
Still present solace
That the top step of the podium
It’s just a springboard
To the abyss
At the end of the tunnel
We did find
The infamous light
Just to watch it dies
Before us
As another reminder of our fate
We were just digging graves
Calling for something
That could ease the pain
Some turned to faith
Other fooled themselves
With nihilistic optimism
But the truth is that
Nor ignorance nor awareness
Will bring any relief
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4. |
Atoning Monuments
11:03
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Stars colliding
Burning temples
Pillars of creation
Crumbling and tumbling
Into dust
Seven
Dissonant bells
Toll as the Earth death knell
A final
Eternal eclipse
Fire rises
A noxious garment
Whelms the Earth
Ember fields
Scorched beyond sight
Beyond woeful clouds
It lingers
Every fragment of light
Every hope denied
Few monuments still stand
No more than vacuous shells
Emptied of all meanings
With great irony
They have never been more
Emblematic
Of our condition
In a final
paroxysm of reason
We reached out
for the outer darkness
Atonement
for our cursed kind
Nothing but the epitome of
Self deception
As the bastard sons of the world
We come clean in the deepest denial
Awaken
But never aware
Forging bridges that lead to nowhere
Blinded pilgrims
With curved backs
Flocking towards the schoria
Of an old effigy
Upon the altar
Red eyes glow
Pansophical
Like floating in the deepest darkness
And those who were granted sight
Soon
Beseeched
The blindness
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5. |
Of Prophets and Blood
05:54
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And we are
No solecism
In the passing of millennia
A drifting empire flotsam
Among nameless ruins
Flickering embers
Against the winds of time
As history unfolds
Nothing is sacred
And nothing is born
Through the valley of Lethe
And the mounts of Oblivion
I passed a million
Nameless gravestones
When I saw the earth
And the welkin turn ashen
And the light of the world
Abandon its vessel
Seemingly
Apathetic
Standing at the edge
Of the yawning chasm
From ravenous thoughts
Poorly concealed behind
Preposterous ideals
The true gist of actions
Is revealed
Under the national mock identity
It’s all empty
The travesty is exposed
Bu the cycle begins anew
In the uproar of blood
A new fake prophet
Will come forth
(Will come forth)
As history unfolds
Their deeds are frowned upon
For nothing will be saved
And nothing will be worth
From seamless visions
Of disintegration
Ancient perils
Return to haunt the mind
A terror predating human words
In these bloody waters
We’ve been drowning
For so long
And the seabed
Is nowhere
To be found
Old shackles
Now coated in gold
This throne of bones
Will grow and grow
New vessels
To carry the curse
From the womb
To the grave
And let the covetous fire
Reclaim its place
Perpetuating decay
Like hierophants
And heroes of
Forsaken myths
We are the epigones
Of made up glories
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6. |
Nethermost
08:19
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It is death
In every detail
In every deed
In every word
It is death
In every place
In the perpetuum
Of cosmic decay
Beyond the filter
Of wishful eyes
Within these empty dreams
I find myself
Always circling
Aimlessly
And I keep telling myself
That time
Will give relief
But nothing can
Dissolve these chains
That I myself
Have built
Countless times we’ve been tested
And even more we’ve failed
Where is the splendour
Where is the pride
And the golden halls
For which we’ve died
They built your grave
Despised as a throne
There was only dirt
Where you saw gold
Why do we keep fighting death
In its own domain
Always seeking purpose
In going against the grain
Like soldiers in disarray
In a futile call to arms
This is a cemetery
Where no one comes to mourn
And it feels
So familiar
Where is the splendour
Where is the pride
And the golden halls
For which we’ve died
Countless times we’ve been tested
And even more we’ve failed
They built your grave
Despised as a throne
There was only dirt
Where you saw gold
Was this the purpose
Of enduring such pain
Was this the reason behind
Every single worthless day
A misbegotten
Search for meaning
Always destined to fail
Now silence
Embrace my grave
All this
Will be left forlorn
I know my place in this lonely
Fields where I have torn
And left my soul to bleed
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