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Remains
05:13
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In the dreams of the dead
We only ever existed in the dreams of the dead
Shambling beneath apocalypse clouds
A journey through emptiness
Knows only it's own listless footsteps
A future beyond comprehension
And a past beyond recall
The hands of gold
Severed in the heavens
Bleeding liquid light
That falls as the rain once did
Upon sands where abominations gestate and then crawl forth
To devour what remains
The fracturing of ancient bonds
Holding together the carapace of reality
Shadow-selves emerging from the cracks
As masks they wore our memories
They danced through our desolation
In the post-human ritual
When the world turns to void
All that was built
And all that was destroyed
Dissolves into pure abyss
The lawless winds disintegrating all knowledge
Thin and disembodied
Drifting towards gray mountains where the dead dream within
It is the elegiastic sigh
The breath that carried back the akashic grain
To be digested
To be transmuted
The hurt of existence was the harvest for those who devour what remains
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From Blood to Ash
05:03
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Rivers of tears
Became rivers of blood
Became rivers of ash
The flow of eradication
Crashing and collapsing
Dissolve upon despair
They echo in empty canyons
Where the sole report is the derision of our graven absence
How can there be time
When only death exists?
Wander from acid waters
To acid plains
And fall upon a plinth
Turned halfway to dust
What is left contains
A lost language of illusions
Scribed by the feeble hands
Of those who knew their own lack
But feared the promise of silence
As the eyes of undoing watched on
Like some misanthropic wolves
Lurking in spheres that mirrored damnation
Rivers of tears
Became rivers of blood
Became rivers of ash
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Bodies Upon the Tide
06:10
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Bodies enfolded in shadow
Washing in through doors of oblivion
Upon tides of blackness
Disfigured from horrific violence
Illuminated by the corpse-light that shines
From the fringes of nothingness
From a source that cannot be known
Nor ever reached
Outlined in fire
Bestowing the gnosis of mortal wounds
The gnosis of baleful hate
Consuming the perceiver
Consuming the perceived
And in the maw of moral torment
Voices from the slaughtered past swirling about
Repudiated until their relevance was gone
Now merging with the clamor of upheaval
Locking eyes with the eye of the storm
But with no view of the hours that passed
Tempest's snare is as Medusa's stare
And behold, the hero in us was still as stone
As all turned to rubble and shit
Bowed before statues built on mountains of dead
The iron of exhaustion welded shut
The wounds in my fucking head
Enfolded in shadow
Bodies upon the tide
Through the doors of oblivion
Bodies upon the tide
Disfigured from horrific violence
Bodies upon the tide
Illuminated in the corpse-light
Bodies upon the tide
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Through the mirror of ruin
Penetrating the continuum of war
Ripples of pain spread
Rupturing the bridge between worlds
It came in spasms
Fire swallowed water
And all became one
Within iron demise
Lifeless faces were there
Staring from a nameless future
If the lakes had not been boiling away
We would have only seen their cold eyes reflected
It came in seizures
Like the moment when wretched incubus
Tears the fabric of dreams
Spilling forth the poison
Of inscrutable darkness
Only this dream was real
Awakening beyond the reach of nightmares
I have forgotten what it is to sleep
Awakening beyond the reach of hell
I have forgotten what it is to hope
The world burned
The world breathed
Turning away from the human disease
Smoke filled the space of an empty husk
The carcass of consciousness
Becoming the transcendent vessel of rebirth
Through the mirror of ruin
Penetrating the continuum of war
Ripples of pain spread
Rupturing the bridge between worlds
Trapped in a desolate plane surrounded by totems of skulls and altars of extinction
There shall be no return
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