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Maw
01:26
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Caustic, black, behemoth blood
Coursing through enchanted mud
Moulded by the witch’s hands
Chaos serpent stalks the sands
Level cities with its stare
Psychic poison clogs the air
Human flesh it hungers for
Open wide, colossal maw.
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Slave
02:59
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“Hark, sleeping-slave!”
“Now,” whips stings, “kneel”
“Hark, sleeping-slave!”
Barks master-knave
Dark: pseudo-sun
Toil at woe’s wheel
Dark: pseudo-sun
Mark the undone.
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Far
01:39
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I can see far
Pathways of tar
Insectile-might
Man-made starlight
From the south
Fast-moving
Fog anvil
Chernabog
I can see far
From my tower
Mountainous spite
Lord over night.
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Tomb
02:22
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Frequent scuttling, scratching cardboard walls
Running rodent climbs. Now where is life’s line?
Grave girl, plastic bags. Attic synch-rotting
Black hair: spores of rage, ornament our cage
Lofty plywood pit. Fifteen winters, and…
Moisture, black by gloom, blots the windowed tomb.
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Licia
03:41
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Staircase lament
Sunless street life
Downwards, she went
Right hip, big knife
Gold hair, gold eyes
Rumours, small talk
“Tonight, she dies”
Dark thoughts, dark stalk
Licia’s gait
Matched from behind
Sinistral hate
Tricks of the mind?
Tunnels of old
Cough-up brain-block
Neglect breeds mold
Scrape-off on rock
Raiment of gloom
Veiled her ire
Strike, she would soon
Pyrite liar
Snake eyed the rat
Bitter recall
“Sister!” She spat
“Here, you will fall!”
White: the she-knave
Sudden head turn
Spoils of a grave
Clutching an urn
“How can it be?”
Licia cried
“Dead, you should be!”
Niira smirked wide.
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Black
03:10
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Niira laid on the four-poster
Outside, the sky: starless ink
Grave-light seeped through the high arched glass
Patterns spat shapes on the thick rug
Fractions of gloom washed her imp-face
Eyes and windows, opened now
Elbows leaned on the smooth stone sill
She-snake peered long into the black.
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OWLRIPPER RECORDINGS Orlová, Czechia
FastSlowRiffs
LoudQuietNoises
Experimental Everything
Digital
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DIY. Anti-fascist. Vegan. Pro-active. Mental health aware.
Be nice. Talk more.
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