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Abody
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Hands fail. Hearts fail. As babies born, as corpses dead. Vaguely alive with arms that forgot how to hold. To pray for the death of all that breathes. The awful journey that led to this. To tear away this fleshy veil. A body, empty.
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A Curse
04:31
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May your hands to seize. May your legs to shrivel. Your mind to falter and eyes to cloud. May misery court you. May disease then take you. Fires lay waste to your crops and the seas cover your land. A curse.
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Empty Hearth
04:21
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In all these days will a famine lay upon all of your lands, and a plague upon all of your people. Forever in the name of this Lord and all others. In all days hereafter will you rest uneasily under the ash. Forever.
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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Look at the cross. Look at the void. Even the Saints knew their hour of failure and loss. Lifeless plains, birthing dust. Hands of gods useless and impotent. One billion papery tongues, Forever unknowing.
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Song Of Sarin, The Brave
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Prepare Sarin. Inhale Sarin. History teaches, but they will not forget what we have done. The strength to shape and make, to justify love and murder. Oh, my beautiful Sarin the brave.
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Ruiner
03:06
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There is pain. There is guilt. Every moment remorse. Oh, Elohim. Oh, gods of science. Oh, scholars of divinity. I will ruin this. I swear I will ruin this.
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Lathspell I Name You
13:50
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To pull back this ruined limb. Devoid of purpose, for all intents ruined. A time that stole this heart. A yield of bone and flesh. Empty seeds that grow into hollow shells with no fruit. To fill a hole that can not be filled. A time that stole this spin. A yield of stone and ash. Words that follow forms sedative and misleading and a need for the need to believe. A crushing need to be desired. Full of fear of abandonment. To give hope to a heart that can not know hope. A yield of disappointments, and you are a liar. Est mea vocorum vox daemoniorum (my voice is the invoker of demons) Vivos ango (I torment the living) Convoco pestem (I summon the plague) Noxa dissipo (I disperse harm) Coniugo cruentes (I bring the bloodyminded together) Sacrosanctum convomo (I vomit all over the consecrated) Mortuos laudo (I praise the Dead) Gray dust piled and blown away to hill and plain. May you find unease, diseased and weak offspring. Retract at the sun's glare. Retreat. Fall back. Crippled wallower. Years and years, upon wasted years. Upon sundered seas and darkling stars. No cairn of stone, no circle of spear. Awash in dead technologies. Waters clogged with branch and ash. Atop the crest of an epoch. There, eyes with bitter tears, alone stand I unsatisfied with a lack of proof of your demise. Repayment in kind I demand. A just finality I deserve.
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