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The Forlorn Self
08:25
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We greet the longest eve, after we have lasted through the end of all things. The landscape lay maudlin, desiccated. In graven silence, the blood red sky melted. The wind at my side sewn, for the harvest of the soul - I close my eyes and welcome visions of sweet release, in reverie endless. Embraced in sylvan, darkened woods boundless.
The boundless fury of a world unborn. Within myself, my soul forlorn...
With widened eyes and sullen revelations, wash this all down: all has run its course. Becoming one with the whited tempest. The jagged rocks and spray, excoriating me. Pale whitened skin, inviting to be censured. Blood red flesh, empty carnal pleasures. God forsaken, the storm obscures our cries. Follow, follow... surely a slave am I...
The boundless fury of a world unborn. Within myself, my soul forlorn...
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Execrate
05:31
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Fall in line! On your knees, kissing the feet of the memetic image of a nonexistent deity. MTV, we'll heed the voice that screams the loudest. One side another side yet no truth, walking in lockstep, face to back. Eyes forward, a proud obedient consumer. Walking in a walled garden, drunk on my own stupidity. Inexorably, write down our names and take our pictures. Whisper material nothings and put a price on my privacy.
Subscribe to the vice, toiling endlessly to buy into the light of the corporate whore machine. And the sky, once so bright, has become a memory. Undying is the mourning, for our long lost dignity...
Construct this social cult, in the bid to gather the human cattle. Desecrate these ravaged remains, indulging in this morbid avarice.
From birth to death we follow the lines laid out by the chosen few. Walk the path they set, languishing through a camera lens. No choice except to swallow the seed of uncompromising greed, engulfed in madness. Execrate the so-called 'wise'.
We are the apex of human evolution, circling the drain through rampant apathetic folly. Lining the soil with the blood and bones of human waste, to build our towering monuments to our surely imminent reckoning...
Paradise!
The bleating sheep are gathered the old bloodlines are severed. The harvest has begun and leaves out no one. Killing with impunity, mankind's thrashing leprosy...
Decimate the brainwashed masses! Slaughter these parasitic scum!
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Heir of the Wounds
06:16
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The deadened husk of a man left broken. Blood rendered cold, imparted grief and dogma.
What lessons did you leave unspoken? What wisdom remains within that mind?
Only one course of action remains with you... the prodigal son, ascending to claim his prize. To consume all this which has spawned you. The scalpel shining in the cold light.
Incision across the chest, reveal discrete viscera. In my twisted fascination, I'll discover your secrets...
Peeling back the layers, stripping the flesh from bone, the pendulous acres of skin curling to form my robe. The eyes that gazed upon me, beholding my first moments, now resting in my hand, the grave that beckons you home. The ruby pooling in the white. An incredible vision. Entrails coiled around my arms, glory of the dissection...
Preachings of evil, lessons of the vile. Denouncing the holy as wisps of fiction. Pride attracting the whispers of ill content, soul sentenced to eternal putrefaction. A slave to this primal existence. Reaching out of life, the quickening. Into the void, we are the waves. Scales of dimensional skin, now shining on.
The blood and oil that mix. I am your host, you are the ether. As I feast upon your mottled flesh,
and exist now forever...
Frozen, his veins. Slow, final death. In shadows of hope lost. Pure blasphemous vanity.
Below ground eternally, always watching. Eyes once more to meet, staring through nothingness. The wheel will turn again as the spawn are feeding. Ancient ritual continues, abhorrent and vapid.
All initiative now suppressed. The memories slowly digesting. Gently I now ascend to rest, upon the precipice of sanity...
Drink deep of the waters pure. Fill up with the pain I've saved. I now pass on these wounds, to which they are my heirs. Inherited anathema, rising up now from warm soil. Children repeat my questions, the throat emptying into the void...
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In Worship
05:04
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The words in silence, spew from my mouth in anguish. I am torment rendered flesh, watching threadbare lines of triumph, swaying fragile in the winter.
Upon a raised dais, lay dead all that were dear. Their corpses knelt in place, atrophied arms outstretched.
In eternal longing to touch the altar of this memory. A life held so fragile, lost to eternal obscurity...
Death is no end, only this phase overt and critical. Before and after I am judged. This is truly the end of me.
The ashen woods darken, as the curtain falls...
In a black room, where all are judged. Leaving behind a world, where no mark remains. So few stay praised. So many return to nothing. Our time is compressed, the end always looming...
A caress of the blade, gleaming in scarlet. A welcoming hand offered, ushered into the dark...
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Your Betrayers
06:08
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Take in this vista of grief stretching before you. Arms bound by the legions of those who wronged you. For so unjust is this world, so cruel and vexing. Overcome with loathing you are. Your charge, rejected.
Decry the cruel hand of fate. Why must this world be so draconian? Casting blame unto all but yourself, ceding your aegis to all your betrayers...
From the highest mount, may you be cast. Meet your end in pain, show your contrition. Into the depths of sorrow you march. The world around you, beyond redemption. Will you punish us for the wrongs we have done? Your wounds are great, weeping with rancour. Filled with hate, is what you are. May you never be one of us!
Take in this vista of starkness, stretching before you. Arms bound by the legions of those who wronged you. May your betrayers mete out the punishment you so deserve. Wretched and lamentable. You never deserved to live.
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Theseus
10:01
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Ex umbra in solem, the man emerges from the festering cesspool of primordia. Through natural selection we kill and fuck, on our way to claim the crown of dominance. Crushing all predators beneath our heels, our continued survival all but assured. In our perfection, the seeds of corruption go unnoticed, nurtured through centuries.
Deconstructing the human race, through reversal of genetic engineering. Making way for acceleration, technological is our evolution...
The rigours of life no longer a further threat to the weak, and the wretched. Let the lowly, abandoned, forgotten, work their shackled hands, to the bone. To propel our selfish children to the heights of vanity and abandon. Let the rich congeal into a bulbous pulsating mass of corruption.
Join in with the ranks of the elite, in the orgiastic marriage of man with the cold unfeeling machine, in the wake of the Theseus. Laying waste to the likes of the meek, render the old human guard obsolete. Replacing God in our hideous image, in the name of convenience.
Take flight after Icarus, and set your wings afire...
There can be no more disguising, of our instinct to better our fellow man, at any cost. Conquer your foes and make history as a personal hero of a smaller pond.
The lower class will bottom out, the seeds of vengeance taking root. Preparing to make way for the inevitable collapse. Surrender your idols, burn your effigies. The second coming has arrived in the digital.
Relinquish your rule, give in to finality. Our species has crossed the line, and arrives in second. The collapse will come, humankind, undone. Outdone, by ourselves. Obsolescence, our hell...
Giving up our status as the supreme species to the cult of the machine. Homo sapiens a footnote in history, a blotch on the faded pages of our time. Fading, skulking into the black. We become the study, a modern Atlantis, a livid race, lost forever to our offspring...
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Sounds of imbalance, sleeps through the never. The artificial light source is creeping with flies.
And this time I break, I will never make another day, defiant to what's delivered...
I will find a way to sever myself. Exit all today, you can't see this. Did you ever say I break, sever. I will find a way. Visit me, when I'm there...
The weakness of hope, is the strength of decline. Remember what's past ways, and what I've become.
The joy of not being, something I need. I'm only weather, but only to me...
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The Maledict Mildura, Australia
Pron. "Mal-eh-dict".
Ian McLean
Karl Freitag
Stuart McCarthy
Steve Pay
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