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The hourglass spins upon the pendulum
Everlasting ticks drill into the skull
As the days start to dull
Anxiety rising
Best to act now, fore this horror enshrouds
Is this sentiment
Borne of such blatant hysteria?
call to gods
For the body rot
Save us from holds that grow tighter in time
These tired hands begin to crack
A mind, once so sharp
Now all but ash
Cold embrace
Feelings with a familiar face for all to see
Come to resonate, subjugate
Withdrawing the life that we know
Washed away
Amongst the sands
Thrown beside the bodies
Of which we spent life hand-in-hand
Before the pressure
Before the rain
Flushed away
Not so long before the rapture
What vision to behold
Still image froze to capture
Fore the ice comes to cover our souls
The resistance to shame
The persistence of memory
So stuck in our ways
Lost in our empathy
What is there to fear?
It's only a matter of decay
There is nought but an end
End
A war is now declared
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Tendrils twist from connections to machines
Anatomy shifted, critical processes denied
In this house of glass, we wither, rot in the past
And now there's nothing behind these eyes
Born defeated by design
Featureless
Walking corpses feed from
Deficits
Gathered in amusement
Eyes light up as fiends
Grey pastures await those planting seeds
Beyond the fields they're plotting something
In the filth from which they came
Carrying forth a plague
We're all dancing in our graves
Dancing in our graves
Verminous
Bottom feeding cretins
Witness the forms contort
Bravados crushed before the
Harveeeest
Little did we know
A raging storm hath come
To rain upon thee
Shower all with swathes of scum
Such a bitter shame
It's all come to this
Rejoice for the bountiful harvest
Branded the flesh commodity
Sold at merchant price to strengthen economies
Embrace the procession
The silt that blankets all
Becomes the paint, which we splatter upon these walls
Of modern scriptures encased within
The pages crumble
As we bathe in our sin
This era of putrid gluttony for the fat of the human spirit ends on this night
Stand once again on those tired feet
For the sake of all those who precede you
Converge
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Violent tendencies come to surface
Oh, what a viscious spiral
This desparity is sickening
Emancipation
A Flushed existence
Failed resistance
To mother's words
The vines will shroud
All entities
Insurrection, futile
It's plain to see
Melting clocks, poured Into iron pots
Over the ones who rot
Adorned with agony
It's a shame we've built a world on imperfections
A venomous intent found in recollection
Speak with a latency
Frozen again
For the cause of our downfall
Doesnt just start with them
Collective, cognitive dissonance
A plague upon the populus
A million pounds of flesh
Doesn't weigh out the consequence
Fragile ignorance
Programmed existence
A life in surveillance
In surveillance
A war inevitable
Blood-Stained mating dance
For the matriarch, we sacrifice
Our concrete clones
And these prison walls
For a death worth being told
While they bathe in their arrogance
Bathe in their arrogance
A bloodstained mating dance
Within an instance, we are divided to part part with interests
All that we know, gone within minutes
Attention spans are crushed with persistence
Kill off the witness, for they know all that they need to push this to the distance
We need assistance
But the mother abandoned us all
We spit in her face x2
A war inevitable
Blood-Stained mating dance
For the matriarch, we sacrifice
Our concrete clones
And these prison walls
For a death worth being told
While they bathe in their arrogance
Torment, orbital detachment
Connect the lines that keep you here
Fascist movements interrupt the network
Interrupt the network
Torment, orbital detachment
Connect the lines that keep you here
Lament thine loss, less thine labour
For its a pain we all must savour
Lament thine loss, less thine labour
For its a pain we all must savour
Lament thine loss, less thine labour
For its a pain we all must savour
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This realm, so broken
Scattered forth is a spread of glass and sand
These souls cracked open
For resistance from the chains of their command
The spoils, now rotten
Slithering through these idle hands
The Vines now woven
Forming a Web for the dead to land
Such a lonely view, basking in portraits of utopia
With not a whisper to behold
Encapsuled hysteria
We thought we'd scratched the surface
But only came to break our nails
There is a corpse in the pipes below
And the lingering stench, so sour
As the sun prepares to sleep
Hope dies in the blink of an eye
From the void comes the gnashing teeth ,
Now you see the lies of the once-divine
Weak attempts to find shelter
In these barren Plains, no fortune
Sandswept dreams fall to the sword
Empty entities roam, these idol figures
Stripped of essence
One must possess rigorous violent instinct
The order hath been told in pages lined with tar and desperation
Spoken in the tongue of the reclamation
This realm, so broken
Scattered forth is a spread of glass and sand
These souls cracked open
For resistance from the chains of their command
The spoils, now rotten
Slithering through these idle hands
The Vines now woven
Forming a Web for the dead to land
Apocalypse is an understatement
This salted soil, our new sustenance
Savour the taste
For its all we can trust
As our dreams crumble to dust
Open part:
These jaded bones
Grow weary
As the dread begins to set
All but one life comes to end
Falling ever faster
Into the void
Into the void
No peace in this lonely death
No home for this head to rest
Withered
Ashen
Propagation denied
No space for roots to reach
No tongues for a chance to speak
Ghost planet, haunting itself from the inside
And only one shall witness the end
Weve become one with the dead
One with the dead
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