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Coagulating Mirth
04:59
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...And from the darkness
Fading embers dance through the unknown
Piercing infinity
The self dormant
Twisted into sentient form
Unaware of the cold
The spirit anoints in the depths of grueling blood
Unconsciously seeking the warmth
Between impulse and desire
Across the seas of doubt and fulfillment
The great awakening
As human emotion settles
It forms strands along the precipice of belonging
Stimulated by hope and fear
Coagulating endless mirth
The flickering of ambition weakens
Inert and atrophic
Bonds form the foundations of the temple
Atop infertile corporeal hollow pillars
The slits of benevolency tear
Pouring ire
Coagulating mirth repels all illusions
Gone!
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Misery's Grip
03:57
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The radiant landscape expels a putrid arm
Skeletal and magnificent
A horrific sign that strikes fear in all
It's fingers mince through shredded bodies
Cupping itself in the torn veil of virtuousness
As limbs fall into parasitic hives
The cackling horizon howls in contempt through gaping chasms
Cystic and derelict
A horrific torment we must feed upon
Pouring misery upon a harrowed nation
Misery seeks company
Corrupted flesh deforms the meek
No stars no dreams
Just darkness that reeks
We fade and die in contempt of all life
No rest, no peace
Incessant gnashing
Stripping and wearing
Smashing bone, grinding soul
Biting deep through shattered jaws
Cannibals must feast!
The sulfurous sky
Vomits forth its toxic blessings
Septic and coagulant
Boiling its hosts in metastasized bliss
Fingers scrape through scabbing silhouettes
Tearing and pulling at all that pulsates
Their glory falls into an excreted abyss
Misery seeks company
Corrupted flesh deforms the meek
No stars no dreams
Just darkness that reeks
We fade and die in contempt of all life
Was this all that was promised to be?
Was this all that was promised to me?
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Husks of plebs are ripe for the picking
Crying within a dying world
Seized by claws of senile oligarchs
Deliver your young as mental slaves
Birthed for war, straight to the grave
Brainwashed for control
Money, power, death
Sacrifices for fake causes
No calamity can go to waste
Bottom feeders revel in scraps
At the altar of freedom
Diseased
Paradise littered with shards of glass
Nuclear dust for cultured cannon fodder
Sacrifices for fake causes
No security and no peace
Blood that drips in every color
Lost in words from ideologues
Deliver your young as mental slaves
Birthed for war, straight to the grave
Brainwashed for control
Money, power, death
Tribulation come!
Pour all your wrath!
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Horrid Mortal Tendrils
05:35
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I call out to the boundaries of creation
For the strong and powerful of illusory repute
To hear my cries
Your works are known far and wide
The fruit of your labor is cherished
Your accomplishments tower the common man
Your fervor and devotion are unmatched
Yet with each step toward your goals
Your body wears out, tearing at the joints through ligaments and bone
Veins and nerves throb in denial
With each word from your mouth, the breath of life dissipates
Each victory overshadowed by horrid mortal tendrils
Remember that you are mortal!
Today, you will reap the reward
While tomorrow’s downfall festers
You even receive admiration from your enemies
Who quiver in your presence
Ambition driven, dopamine addicted
Light of this world shine forth!
Blast your rays of narcissism
Self idol worship
Prepare for harvest!
Remember that you are human!
Of the dirt and for the worms
With eyes to see, witness your own downfall
Your own downfall!
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The Atrophic Raleigh, North Carolina
The melodic death metal duo hailing from Raleigh, NC, featuring frontman Sean Irizarry and guitarist Kyle Kuffermann joined forces to create a sound that ensnares the feeling of impending calamity-inspired by the threat of societal collapse.
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