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Wicked Response
02:11
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captor and prisoner, owner and chattel
a violent fiend of unslakable hunger
seized from the living world, enslaved and terrorized
a living hell of unspeakable horror
chained and roped, forced to obey this master
drained of hope, and deprived of the sun
a decade of rape and abuse
forced abortions with punishing blows
stripped of autonomy
and fed fear, pain and coercion
until helplessness is learned
[for years they'd remain hidden]
beyond the walls, remain hidden
beyond the walls of a suburban facade
at the hands, innocent lives
at the hands of a sick fucking monster
trapped within a godless void, left to the nothing
days spent crying and screaming, there's no salvation
thinking of the countless days you stole from human lives
makes me want to recreate a living hell by your design
just to watch you suffer in utter torment, begging for your life
there will be no retribution, no reprisal for their cries
and what I would give to see you tortured on the rack
in the name of that newborn child conceived in hell on earth
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2. |
Suitable Appellation
02:49
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repeat the repetitive motion (repeat, repeat)
indulge in this mundane existence
with only a shred of hope
tell the talking heads I'm running late
and won't let it happen again
tell 'em I've been dragging this anchor
through a field of thorns on a bed of nails
no need to worry, we can pick up right where we left off
no need to worry, i'm out here all alone
surely there's a process, a procedure, a contingency plan
some short-sighted, able-bodied method of reclamation
anesthetize.
desensitize.
channels programmed to swarm and thwart
endlessly teeming with pull and force
obstructed inequities exceedingly unclear
numbers in sequence, a measured dose of fear
I am stricken with this bout of unshakeable lethargy
perfectly content to wallow in self-defeat
in the comfort, in the spoils
of which some will never know
too selfish to recognize
too numb to follow through
privileged with the time and ability
to even be able to contemplate these shortcomings
and doing so while living well beyond my means
no need to worry, we can pick up right where we left off
no need to worry, the good lord hears our prayers
while I lie dormant in the throes of self-loathing
those less fortunate find joy in all I take for granted
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New World Vultures
01:32
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misgiving's misfortunes in the wake
of countless acts of horror
exceeding the threshold
of that which cannot be ignored
bend back the bows, ignite the flames
release a swarm of arrows
disregard the threshold to those deserving certain death
lead them to the shores
where they'll fall victim to the paralyzed preying eyes
left for dead to be forsaken upon return
now dig, dig deeper
dig your grave alone
dig, dig deeper
or be left to decompose
as the vultures tear away
at the bowels and the entrails of your rotting corpse
as the vultures tear the flesh straight from the bone
of your lifeless, worthless rotting corpse
no casket, no funeral, no final words or prayers
no headstone, no epitaph, no fucking cross to bear
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The Felling
02:04
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entranced by the brilliance of
by the brilliance of a thousand blazing suns
a sudden heightening of senses swarm
in the over abundance of natural light
(upon) upon the felling of the ultraviolet
(unknown) the oncoming shadows
in the wavering light of torches
i drink from the poisoned chalice
(obey) the call of command
called forth from the teeth in the sand
summoned by a snare of whispers
blindly lead to the edge of the boiling sea
frozen with prosaic fright
perfectly still in the recesses of night
a sudden heightening of senses swarm
in the faint diminution of natural light
we lie formless, shapeless
reflections we choose not to see
with our focus, focus
not on function or rationality
but on the mechanical rhythm of...
on the mechanical rhythm of...
but on the mechanical rhythm of
a beating heart, a ticking clock
(lost) in the shadow of crosses created by men
sleepless sons of the earth rest well
with dreams of inhabiting the clouds
(lost) lost in the shadow of crosses created by men
sleepless sons of the earth rest well
with dreams of colonizing the heavens
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