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Destitute
05:02
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Lead to the brink
Bereft of solidarity
Released from the cage with a cross to bare
Displayed are the scars carved of isolation
Set in by abandonment
Long did the thoughts parade
Inside this now fragile mind
Of horrors, none which one should repeat
Left as nothing but a hollow vessel
With no point of navigation
Clutching for an absent presence
Dwindling resolve
No attempt to halt the suffering
When there’s pleasure found in other things
Settling for nothing short of greatness
an open path to disappointment
Lead to the brink
Bereft of solidarity
Released from the cage with a cross to bare
Stand to despair
Walking in stride amidst the dark
For what is life but blind faith
In motion goes the gears
Realisation sparks the flame
Of anguished dreams it aches again
Doors close, convulsions begin
An illusion so vivid and clear
Misguided, destitute existence
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In Atrophy
03:57
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Sequestered Entity
Longing to be disenthralled
Yet held captive within cerebral bars
A Slave to consciousness
This Prisoner of consequence
Ever-growing disregard for life in all it’s wretched forms
Bound by a thirst for justice,
Ruled by fear
Consistent pressure on the spine,
Prodding of the soul
Grotesque, unloving creature
Plagued by visions of a serpent,
at the head is where he sits
On a throne, of which no one else had known
A kingdom all of to itself,
In the fields of his weak,
Tainted psyche
Contained within the confines,
within the confines of this quixotic cell
Riddled with seizures the ripple effect eats at features
Conclusions born of contempt
concrete in
Tormented soul
birthed of spite
A promise of anguish and famine
The blinded seek shelter
But none did they find
Oh what a ravishing site it must be
Of burning cities and broken bodies of the young and old we left behind
So vivid, can I see the illusion of this grand control
What one would do to bare witness to such beautiful destruction
The men, women and children
Shattered to reflect their undeserving nature
A species now bereft of basic instinct, bound by their materialistic ideals
A fitting end to a pathetic design
Putrid fucking creatures
Insurmountable, wide spread decimation
Body count rises in a fragile mind
Beating it down
For every extension to the toll
A wire pulled
A thread removed
But what is it worth?
To reside within Gehenna?
What is it worth?
To dwell upon tribulations
What is it worth?
To claim to superiority?
What is it worth?
To waste away for a fickle cause?
All is lost
All is obsolete
Scattered consciousness
With a lack of purpose
Awaiting exodus
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Silent King
04:09
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What must this mean?
The Landscape’s all cracked and bent
Sidewinded
Only time can tell
what terrors lie in wait
In the hour of the silent king
The whispers can be heard from beyond
In unfamiliar tones Like none other
Bemused by the transcript
A cold and empty presence
Circling figures stand to question
Each inquiry unfolds another
Just screaming for attention
Iron will twisted like fabric
Sinking spiral, dread of sight
Yet broken fingers cover eyes
Every action, Unknown
Drifting in
Drifting out
Draped in fear
Drenched in light
The cycle of agony will end
With vigour & penance, diving towards the dark
A sickness ferments
Dissociation, split and divide
Signal misfiring up through the spire
Contorting & twisting
Forming images of repression
left stagnated To fester
in delirium
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Splintered Soul
04:15
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Open arms to deliverance
This process must be done
But first one must confess
The happenings under a sleeping sun
Sins immoral and obtrusive
Remorseful soul it is
Mourning of itself
Hallucinations in regret
Yet pity not
For this petty soul remains
Unfettered by its impending end
Mortality
in frigid motion
With a lack of salience
Staring intently, into the void
embracing growth and decay
Splintered soul,
Ran beyond the line
Seemingly content in a state of disarray
Felt as left behind
there was no other way
solitary preparation
Mortality in frigid motion
With a lack of salience
Staring intently, into the void
embracing growth and decay
Falling ever-faster
No light to be discovered
Make way for envelopment
Creeping hands
Pulling down
At rest
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