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The Imminent Unknown
05:26
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Weep not for he who
Is too not too numb to grieve,
Yet sleep not, for this is a den of thieves
As the sun melts,
Into the hues of twilight
The fantasy of peace dies calmly
Into the uncertainty of night
The moon is covered in a cloak of frigid, ever-moving clouds
As the daylight of once was
Slides into the shroud
The chill of imminent doom
Obscures the excitement of the unknown
Fear and fascination of what is
What should be seen or shown
Yet in the avoidance of
The natural and the obvious
He chooses the way of malice
To be negligent and oblivious
Fooling ourselves to believe that
Somehow a calm, quiet resolve
Could overcome the basest needs
Of a rabid mob of the devolved
Nothing can be salient for
Self-deluded, well-intended
Hope for the silence
That the clamoring ignorance
Would never end in violence
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The God of Eugenics
04:23
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His body has softened in
An unearned static quagmire
It is a physique
Unworthy of an empire
Reliant on tools of fear
And such massive self-destruction
Resorting to moral corrosion
In obfuscation and obstruction
His fat, bearded, goose-stepping
God of misinformation
The one he conjures up,
His profligate representation
The surrogate of a rotten soul
That he views in justification
An overseer of his own repression
In good faith, an awful place
A place of discrimination
A community that absolves itself
The profligate cattle that stifles the march of progress
Pinning us between the stones
Of pseudo-intellectualism
And totalitarian madness
Stones upon stones
Upon my constricted chest
The archaic, the unforgiving
Hypocritical words of confusion
Only intended to oppress.
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The Last Manifesto
04:27
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I will not stand in defense
Of a malignant society
I will close my fists
While holding in anticipation
Of your false sentimentality
I will scrutinize your every word
I will deny your right to rule
I will not endorse a culture of rhetoric
I will not attempt to befool
I will not acknowledge your supremacy
Or kneel to your bellicosity
I won’t fight your endless wars
Nor will I rationalize atrocity
Fuck your jingoism,
Fuck your social constructs of privilege
Fuck your false equivalencies
Fuck your sycophantic peerage
I rebuke your reign of terror
I elevate the practice of sedition
So fuck your fear mongering
And fuck your stupid, archaic traditions
Tyrants equivocate intolerance and destruction with justice
They make you believe a doctrine
Antithetical to what it should encompass
I rebuke your ideology
I rebuke your definition of charity
For the actions of leaders and clergymen
Have only created disparity
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4. |
Embracing Oblivion
06:24
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To become an instrument
Of another’s disdain
To have fooled the world
And causing others pain
Lacking your own vision
Completely without imagination
A tool of a charlatan
Into a hole of ruination
The endless pit of self - loathing
Made whole by another’s despair
The cycle of ceaseless loneliness
And pure malignity laid bare
This is what you stood for
To spread your sacred misery
All are held hostage by it
So you can declare victory
The righteous quest for purity
Derided in what you never achieved
Unearned pride in myths proven false
Then claim the right to be aggrieved
Besieged by a pointless devotion
To one’s own ethnicity
When there is nothing special about you
You must feign authenticity
You value nothing beyond
Your empty desire for validation
Your unfulfilled uselessness
An inadequate and deadly fixation
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Tongue of Argent
04:01
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The tales of glory
Passed down through tradition
Caught between the dangers of nature
And a warrior‘s ambition
Tales of wonder
Great deeds and great victories
Passed down by the warrior’s scribes
Who were only dictated these stories
The victors claimed what’s never truly theirs to begin with
The propped themselves with majesty
And claimed extraordinary prowess
Mysteries and miracles
And the blood of the innocent
Somewhere between the tales
And recalling the memory of the event
Lies an endless trail of lives of the people it displaces
The cruelty to build a legend
On the backs of the erased
The facade of nationalist directive
Leaving a legacy of genocide
The names of only places kept
To humiliate those left behind
Cruelty to even his own people
When all the conquered are dead
An irrelevant empire
Until the husk of this earth is finally bled
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6. |
Enantiodromia
04:51
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Words to bring the
Ravenous will of millions,
To pull in the murderous
Desire of his minions,
A preacher of fallacy
The Glory of insincerity
To twist an actuality
Into distorted posterity
The truth of creation
Is not in his image
His dominion over all
Is now all but diminished
Yet he demands our fealty
He commands us all to forget
A tradition of slaughter
A cult of sanctioned murder
Of which he will never admit
In this proliferation lies power
To commit genocide
To discount all who have suffered
And dared to have testified
In this word is the agenda
Of an ultimate lesson in dignity
That one who lacks the skill
To interpret his own reflection
To look upon upon a continued journey
And still acknowledge the imperfections
To subjugate an entire people
With but a word of exclusion
Yet the burning of every brick and stone
Built on an illusion
It is with that subjugation
That we come to terms with
The finality of a revelation.
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Requiem for a Strawman
05:34
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Inconvenient to those born
Chosen by divine right
Those born under a yoke are robbed of such sight
Kept in the darkness of empty promises of serendipity
Pushed into the shadows, kept in a prison of endless complicity
Endless in its circular, tranquil surface of banality
But failure in its argument for its own iniquity
Depravity becomes virtue, the blessed without the burden of empathy
Girded loins of disposable lives
Grateful for the boot heel
Patronized by a mouth-piece,
Doling out death with uncompromising zeal
His promise of a higher stature just by virtue of birthplace
The Lord’s chosen within hallowed border
A testament to His grace
Separate from the mansion
So shall his servants burn
But His word is the bond
As the wheels of propaganda turn
It is because it was willed to be
Made into an object formed to perfect malignancy
It was born from nothing
It was forged by the hammer
Of prophecy
Made law by the power
Of redundant mania
And a tradition of false equivalencies
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8. |
Weaponized Madness
07:31
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I claim no foresight
Nor the Shaman’s theatricality
I promise no greater truth
Than the toil of mortality
Promises are as empty
As the illusion of freedom
Or of its tepid decree
That is one that reinforces
Its intent on finality
One ideology does not cancel the other out
It does not ever rationalize a spiritual war
No matter how loud you shout
If the intangibility becomes defense
Then it is a war of idioms,
And jingoism ensues
And the propagandists control the argument
And the death toll resumes
He becomes weaponized madness
Jack-booted, bible-toting,
Willing to be honored in martyrdom
In the absence of dignity
The oppressed become oppressor
When presented with the truth,
Instead they worship authority
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Manic Nostalgia
05:22
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It is with a dormant visage
That I now lie in wait
The seeds of dissent that I have sown
In my melancholy state
The brutalized can become brutal
This much has always been true
But it is through this mentorship
That suffering can become virtue
Pain as a teacher of strength
Not all pain is an inhibitor
Terror can be negated by suffering
Nor all vision has to be singular
There is freedom in a will
To break free of all you held dear
To liberate oneself from where
Once once only held fear
Mourning for a time that never was
Always in the presence of truth
That so many had broken their backs upon
Expecting eye for an eye,
Tooth for a tooth
This punitive society, and
The violent cycle it perpetuates
More useless shame and regret
Guilt as a weapon to wield and perpetrate
All the wrong penalizations
Insincerity is such a bore
A movement that is without dissent
Is one not worth fighting for
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Moving through the recesses of
Thought to cut through the haze
It is in this I must be perfectly clear,
No civilization without a sense of preservation of culture
Is one that deserves to be saved
The poets die, the painters fall
Into obscurity, time and again
While power will commoditize
Its messages appropriated for
The purposes of being monetized
Power controls the narrative
So that none can speak the truth
Wealth is beholden to none
Snuffed out by what is easier than having to sacrifice
The ever expanding imitation of life
If we see no value
In the purest forms of expression
If we see only in terms of
Entitlement and property
We shall deserve no reward
Under the false hope of prosperity
It is not worth dying for a life of iniquity
I have no interest in saving it
Opting to burn it all down
Start over again...
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11. |
Wounds of Ruin
04:23
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This galvanized and marching
Of the soldiers of repression
They call the cadences of
The defense of repression
Who project his perceived wrongs
Upon his perceived victimization
He bangs the drum loudly
For the march toward dehumanization
The laziness of convenience
That denigrates independence
The gaggle of repeating, rhythmic
Chants of hollow recompense
Raging against our natural selves
Against the tide’s forceful sway
As the haze of the ashes clears
And colors show through the grey
Dead is the soul of such wishes
And the reaching towards
The Hand Invisible
To right a ship of fools
That writes it own eulogies on
Intangible parchment and sinks
Into an ocean of loathing
To replace himself in his own domain
Becomes the battle for his very soul
Until only his emptiness remains
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Black/death metal from Northern Virginia. Founded in 2007.
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