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Covenant of the Fallen
05:37
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Burning necks give praise to the sower of schism
Below, mounds of ash covered in human decay.
Collision of throes blurs the burdensome rays.
Pushing the fall of the proton, bringing about
A fractured new world full of chaos.
Bodies of black water birth seeds of foulness;
An eternal breach of peace.
The announcer of Death sits upon his corroded tower,
Beholding the trumpet of mass destitution.
A caustic revenant descends from heights
Venting toxins to the perceptually blind.
The whole universe is mutilated in infinite shards of glory.
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Fury Divine
07:58
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Against them I shall dash stones,
As fallen gods are scolded by granite shards.
This is the prelude to the devouring of gods.
The heir of despondent treachery
Brings the world mounds of calcified abominations;
Striated catastrophe and fallen grief.
Judas hung with a face of elation.
Stare into the face of a broken universe.
Devolved monkeys fall off cliffs
Into a gorge,
The image of the immaculate is stained forevermore.
A genocidal key turns the latch
On the flood gates and the cleansing
Is initiated.
Angels trapped in chambers burning.
Erasure is the consequence.
Seek nothing in the abandonment.
Fear nothing in the abasement.
The time has come for man
To fall unto itself;
A revelation of a necessary extinction.
The last speech sowed of discord.
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Contagion summoned, crawling through veins.
Stretching matter to unbearable pain.
Stale-faced and indulging in famine mentality.
These viral sanctuaries grow in the shadows of Nothingness.
Braying like donkeys being guided to guiltless slaughter.
Diseases of despair become the fruits of this collapse.
Disavowed, and left hopeless.
Your hell will be digital.
I proclaim the Fall through the buried tectonic gifts.
Your hell will be digital.
A gaping, cerulean emptiness begging for its time.
Your hell will be digital.
Illumination of the blackness by
The hate spear catapulting through everything.
A theater of snakes move to the rhythm of their prey.
Perplexed by fear, I laugh at your cowardice and you,
Being unbeknownst to the vagueness of your
existence.
May your world drown before your eyes.
The arrogant become the abandoned,
Engulfed in rabid paranoia.
Land turns to sea and the certainty of rust
Becomes law.
Against the repetition of existence,
The blur is no more.
Still praying for the end.
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Mdłości II
04:03
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Commence the containment protocol,
Raise the barrier higher than the sky and then
Release the beasts to devour this rot.
An olive branch is offered in this temple of dread,
Like a broken hand.
A programmed massacre invoked through
Algorithmic waste.
Anchoring to attractions of wrath;
All flesh is made of the same dross as all things.
Drinking from the chalice of a cataclysmic emergence
Stained in Fire and brimstone, while (this) isolation fuels
The fugitive doubts from fleeting abhorrence
The purification of the root
The olive branch is now rotten.
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The Scourge
07:13
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Post humanism gouged out of flesh,
Carrion for the Void.
Above the remains of any identity.
Those programmed have their weakness
Coveted in a viral sanctuary.
Fiery stones fall, leaving behind
A great blackness in the sky;
Blood parasites infect Prometheus on his flight.
The bloodied sky drops its life from its wound.
Falling back to this disaster.
He tears his innards to mangled looseness.
Spreading his hands across his face in his own mess.
Humanity hacked by a poison made from those
Dying with the dead.
Embrace the pull towards disorder.
A throng of slaves fall into a heap of broken bodies.
The book of fiends shows the ignoble ruin.
Unforeseen motives pushes the
Metropolitan into turmoil.
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