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Disavowed, and Left Hopeless

by Our Place of Worship Is Silence

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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
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
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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released August 27, 2021

Disavowed, and Left Hopeless was written and performed by
Our Place of Worship is Silence.

Tim - Drums, Lyrics, and Vocals
Eric - Guitar, Bass, and Vocals

Recorded, mixed and Mastered by Erol Ulug
Solo on "Fury Divine" performed by Erol Ulug
“Mdłości II” was originally composed by Mgła
Photo by Richard Torres
Artwork by Jon Zig

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