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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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from Feast of Our Mother, released June 23, 2022

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Extreme and experimental music based in Raleigh, North Carolina.

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