The Holy Pervert

by eX-Tradition

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Feed me, o mother bird, I cannot feed myself, Give me what I cannot bear to chew, Striving to look alive while waiting for death Diminishing until I appear as something new. Beat the coward out of the shell that was once me, Hermit crab from one home to another, Manufactured hate starts at home – Byproduct, I first despise my brother. A total lifespan Of what was once mine. A journey to the void. A brick against my spine, Annihilation Of all I found divine. Humiliation Until I feel fine.
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Devoted messenger to carry the word – to the same crowd, Recited words pave way for the old and the proud. I burst open again and again – A new form of nudity eager for persecution. Fingers curled like dying insects, Wringing for those who still do not notice, Singing songs of resignation; Pedestal for the self-righteous. Collect resentment to continue the gaze, Display of anger to gather the praise. Handle the snake, devour the eel Observing strength until I allow you to kneel, Hunger artist full of pride, still with sin inside. Saintly misery unrequired, anything to throw into the fire. Fingers curled – dying insects, Wringing for those who don’t notice (nothing), Singing songs of resignation; Pedestal for the self-righteous – pious.
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Look and see But do not taste, Admire this garden That thrives for gaze; I cultivated a paradise And no one has the right. Polished, rotten fruit – Abundance of sight. Seeker of glory, soil on my hands, I starve you and myself. Seeker of glory, soil on my hands, Hiding the rot of wealth. Give the hungry a view To draw their last breath, To die outside the garden Is something I can’t accept. Invite a corpse to the table And cover him with jewels, Scoff that he doesn’t eat And call him a fool.

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released July 10, 2024

recorded by Hart Seely & Arthur Rizk
mixed & mastered by Arthur Rizk
songs and art by eX-Tradition

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