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Tongues As Daggers
05:30
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With tongues as daggers they chased me away. With venom dripping freely from their odious mouths, they poisoned my spirit. With a slavering yearn they court the fires that burnt the trees of this my kingdom. A palace of nature, now a smouldering void. And on they crept, crucifying me with jeers, no more than a hated canvas of flesh. Silent meadows once blessed and serene now stand as abyssal ruins where plagues of crosses have strolled. Once was I, a servant of the flesh and soul of the world, now utterly shunned and disgraced by the blindness of acolytes of that divine falsehood, a cosmic cloud of smoke worshiped by vermin, a confession of hubris, an intrusion upon hermit. Forever engraved across the grey waste of this world is the hollow mockery of their stain, and it poisons them all.
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Do Not Pray
05:27
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Faith. An insidious fog drifting from the nebulous arenas of worthless mouths promising delusional offers of hope, another insidious poison. Naught but vexations rule this land now, Perfidious sermons casting disease. In their houses of stone I watch them, begging for something that shall not be bestowed. Upon the thrones of crosses, I see priests sitting and bleeding. Pitiful! Pitiful! Salvation won’t wait for any of them. Redemption, such a powerful lie. All that is true is the howl of winds screaming through this forsaken place. I yearn to taste their agony once they all learn this truth; Their god does not want them, for he was never there! I shall make them know it. For what those cowards have done, I will make them see it. Their weakness sickens me. Do not pray, insipid beasts of flesh and bone, because no one is listening to your pitiful breaths of despair that beg for the illusion of forgiveness. Instead, I will make you burn for it. I will be the last thing you see.
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I Am Calamity
04:10
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As mine infestations of pestilence and madness creep from house to house, I watch their magnanimous unbecoming, exultant. Their iniquities laid bare, delirious flagellants indulge fleshless perversions, searing wounds merging with handfuls of salt. As every cross burns to cinders and as the grayest of their days pass on and the graves swallow them whole, I bask in the embers left behind. Thine nocturne weeps with seraphic tears and growling horns. This shan’t be any great loss, for they wrought this upon themselves with the acidic condemnation dripping from their snarling tongues, all done in the illusory name of faith. I see a majestic blood moon drift by beyond the trees, burning with glee. Morning’s crimson cloak will soak in the sweet wine of their loss, and so too shall I. For I am the conflagration that ate them all away. I am calamity.
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Ancestral Passenger
05:55
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Mine ancestral passenger withers at the heart of this world, his flesh hexed by swarms of crosses. I knew of whence his pain was born from the hideous claim they’d lain through seasons that burnt from the brightest blue to the most hideous grey. Mine own craft sought to rip them from the world, those devils dressed in the skin of angels. What a fraudulence they were! Cloaked in their dreary ‘finery’ and bleating for something that was never there to hear them anyway. My mouth summoned the plagues to the blight their flesh. And now triumvirate I stand here, for I am my own god. A caricature of divinity. Mine ancestral passenger has now faded into the ether, never to return. And I shall not mourn his passing.
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A Seething Relic
04:51
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As I linger among the skeletal ruins of what was once my home, as I listen to the distant cries of their torment echoing through eternity, I breathe in deeply, basking in the soothing warm of their cacophonous pain. Nothing lives here now, but me. I am the ruler of my world, and peace is once again mine. I hear the shadows laugh and turn. Alas, my glory shall fade as did my belief in faith, for there I see them bleeding, buried in the arms of her, a relic from a decade long despised. She sees me approach. Her last gleeful breath seethes ‘these were yours as were they mine!’ I watch the life leave her eyes, only too late does it make sense. What have I done!?
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The Veil Unfurls
05:04
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A broken shield, resistant to thine own plagues, rots into the frost that enshrouds the world. Nothing moves now, and I am as pale as the land upon which I’ve fallen to my knees. Thine veil has now unfurled, and it’s all become clear. Their frozen, dying faces, bathed in the cold sheaths of dawn. Now, I realise who I am; A ghost of a memory that’s not worth remembering. A phantom from an empty chamber of forgotten time. The dying light beyond her eyes…They were indeed, of my ilk…
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Two Fawns
03:23
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Mists crawl forward in great tendrils, smothering the sour pallor of morning. Alone I wander, an emptied husk of someone I’ve never known. A throat that tastes smoke. A heart that doesn’t beat beneath thin, dry flesh. Everything is a hollow echo of itself, beyond the reach of gods false and true, nothing remains real and these words I’ll carry to my grave are forever singing such a curse; What have you done? Two fawns lay slain, at the hand of their mother. Her who you despised.
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In the haggard mausoleum of time, where spirals the abject horrors that whisper through the ruinous labyrinthine antechambers of this, mine own desolation, beyond the crooked towers and the blackened shells of stone houses, there shall you find me sitting, a shadow disintegrating among maggots, staring sleepless through the pale, endless nightmare of mine infinity. All the illusions have dissipated, only the stillness of this moment remains and I do bitterly yearn for the tongues of the pyre to taste my foul flesh…
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