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Scribbled In Dust
02:34
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Like vines in shadows,
with many eyes, foreboding.
Spines of the meek
tense in your presence.
What words do your limbs
scribble in the dust
as you crawl back
to your dark corner?
What is it you mimic?
An unearthly being?
Are you a monster
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2. |
Beyond The Seventh Door
02:21
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An accursed painting of purgatory,
A grey landscape,
Death’s tableau.
But the blind can see
What most cannot
In canvas and oil,
An unnatural plague.
Enter the wasteland
To the world beyond
Of dreams and terror
Beyond the seventh door
Drawn within the dark portal,
All is lost beyond the seventh door.
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3. |
Formless
03:37
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Formless, nebulous,
Scratch at the walls as they fade away.
No spirit chains, no psychic embrace.
None for the worms looting the graves.
No seconds left to curse your faith.
Vacuum of darkness.
Ushered into what there is not.
No flattened skies just endless grey.
Blackened chimes continue unheard.
Mutated mind ceased on that day.
Formless, nebulous.
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4. |
Annihilated Memory
04:20
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Hear the sound of death,
smell the unknown stench.
Welling in your throat,
a vomit or a breath?
Isolation, chaos. Kinging in your mind.
Winds of nothing blow rotted sands of time.
Annihilated memory,
all language failing.
Speak the words, lost
on desecrated tongues.
Open sores secrete life.
Rivers drain into the void.
Reflections of a sullen mist.
What you are shall be this.
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5. |
Gift To The Gods
03:41
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Strange rites of a violent iron age
sent them to their final resting place.
Bodies buried in the bog.
Buried in the bog.
Leathery skin, an eternal grimace,
grisly rituals with no living witness.
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6. |
We Shall Sleep
02:29
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We shall sleep
through trumpet blasts
blown by
angel’s breath.
Wait and watch.
You know neither
Day nor hour.
But nothing comes.
We shall sleep
until swallowed
by the earth
until it’s swallowed
by the sun.
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7. |
Terminal Delirium
02:54
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Visions arrive with the night,
specters burn in the dark.
Chemicals tear at the heart.
Inside, the brain cannot sleep.
Changing the mind thus to reap
terminal delirium.
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8. |
The Third Day
02:31
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And the third day never came…
There is only ocean under the firmament,
unattainable heaven
above the dark deep.
A disgusted god abandoned creation
and no one exists to imagine him.
Waterlogged and without purpose
phantoms of the canceled
roam the abyssal plain.
Submerged in futility
and heaven mocks
above the dark deep.
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9. |
Fallen Colossus
03:51
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Akinetic and mute,
keep no vigil, kindle no hope.
Resting in a room full of spiders
flinging threads,
spinning webs.
Coagulated bloodstream
bored and hoping for bad dreams.
Fallen figure, tumbled colossus;
parts sold for scrap.
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10. |
Remarkable Conqueror
05:48
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Behind the curtain of trees,
a Jungian shadow dances around the fire,
in pantomime of animal ancestors.
Hear the echo of throbbing drums
in atrio-ventricular thumps.
From animal
to Adamah
to apotheosis.
And if you become a god,
what direction should the heads on stakes face?
As a warning or looking inward?
Superego eyes plucked by birds.
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