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Feast of Our Mother

by Decayos

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1.
Womb 07:38
“Modernity O Mother, your empty body has been a feeding womb delivered to insatiable deaths devouring your shame and hopelessness for mere inspiration We shall be replenished upon the altars of false memory to numbness rebirth drinking to divine growth and bloating evermore towards the stars which flicker faintly in unison with visions of our ashes The sun is a smoldering heart which festers in glory for those born to deny their inner founts of fire: ‘Burn! Burn!’ Their blinding tears are droplets of defeat for unquenchable eyes to imbibe and retrace our forgotten end where pestilent voices weep their bound praise unto thee in mocking silence Reborn to doomed nature nurtured in bloodbath leading to the fount of your mercy. Run! Run, for we will taste you fully. We will eat with seething teeth and drink profound thirst to mock the well of your presence. We will have you. Let us have you. Let us drain your waning mercy. Erase and forget, O Mother, your emptiness shall be ours This Emptiness shall be our feeding.”
2.
“Mother I need not justify the end to know you’re leaving A coldness takes your place and its willingness to hold us forms… Mother I need not see your wounds to know that you are bleeding Your shriveled roots lament all our agonies through time that yield… Mother I need not hear the word to know that you are screaming. The earthen cracks extend, baring blighted limbs which bow unto humanity.”
3.
Harvest 05:15
The pestilent mouths amuse, “Its treasures here contained!” pecking holes to salvation for harvest hidden in vain Let us eat from this collapsed table the illusive shards of history that have failed us Digging and scraping the facade to find a truth running deep her shattered grace reflects fragments scattered and grinning around the feast Come free of guilt to self-indulgence, Receive her gift of righteousness -- her tender welcome to imitation -- to take the seat of the Host Every mouth full of her distaste earns influence Our ascendancy bleeds with confirmation as rich sinews tear from the Tapestry Assume her ripe welcome to spoils And collapse to retribution’s claw which moves all forms in statuesque silence Listen to the alluring call named purpose Listen to the sharpened song of grandeur rising from narrow vomiting gullets mocking loss as though they’ve won. Hear us mimic nonetheless these starved crows amassed cawing in criminal accord at the putrefying body before them they feel they’ve rightfully earned. Through our claim a host ascends From her blood’s righteousness Through its eyes vanity manifest To all forms false world commence”
4.
Pyre 04:17
Mother I’m alone, your desolation knows I am not seeking. A truth felt in reach soon vanished and its faintness never offered meaning Mother I’m alone in your promised wreckage to prove there is no seedling reborn from sodden forgotten ashes I am your apathy becoming being Mother, alone, your emptiness will be my treason. Every blissful word gnawed of a mouth - And shimmering thought burned from a mind And rotting morsel smoked off a life haloing triumphant chains over a body - shall be consumed and choked upon as one transiently tied to annihilation

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FEAST OF OUR MOTHER


Come! Celebrate!
This is the promise of rebirth
Share in the laughter of our father
Whose joy is bursting like a bloated grape
Let his joy fester the earth

Over and over and over again
The cycles of life persist
For but one purpose: Feast!
Let his joy fester the earth

A vow of sacrifice has been granted
The skirt of silence lifted
Share in the laughter of our father
Whose bliss is oozing like a bloated grape

Over and over and over again
The cycles of life pervade
This is the promise of rebirth
Come! Celebrate!

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released June 23, 2022

Recorded and produced by Decayos at Hylopathic Productions in Raleigh, NC.

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