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Womb
07:38
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“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.”
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Annihilation Hymn
03:14
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“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.”
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Harvest
05:15
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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”
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Pyre
04:17
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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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