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The piles of robes burning softly.
I made a perfect drink from the ingredients at hand.
My belief is that a dead piece of man can be brought to life.
With arms extended, I paced slowly,
My gurus move the gates to one side while the casket is reconfigured.
Mapped out in ancient text, with lines of sight to the present
Ten years of my life, searching for this place...
Now before me, stands a man from beyond the grave.
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Doomsun - "The Starship"
08:15
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Cryptic windswept, a glass of rue wine;
bowels, cease thy griping pain.
Not cease to utter: Call, recede
and leave like a motionless ape,
arms toured but underneath the wheels
lie the skulls of many heads.
I waited, I waited, I waited, I wait no more.
I waited, I waited, I waited, I wait no more.
Cryptic windswept, a glass of rue wine;
bowels, cease thy griping pain.
Not cease to utter: Call, recede
and leave like a motionless ape,
arms toured but underneath the wheels
lie the skulls of many heads.
my sweaty hand.
indefatigable superbly conspired aftermath
desolation to be a single arch-lamp
cast a halo of ghastly light
inflicting blindness all day
as it took quite a while to just overcome
I recall the tale you alluded to
my shaking hand.
as the invincable crane bows down
the desolation around
when I said that ten years ago
I felt a pang that suddenly thrilled my soul,...
I'm not killed yet; I do not know when it will come
But I forbid you, to even try to come along
in a huge pit of darkness, deserted
defile the veil, you don't run away from us.
Cryptic windswept, a glass of rue wine;
bowels, cease thy griping pain.
Not cease to utter: Call, recede
and leave like a motionless ape,
arms toured but underneath the wheels
lie the skulls of many heads.
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Fallen, fallen down, I'm speechless
Nephele, nemus, chaos, hysteria tightening.
She is able to walk through solid glacier glass without a sound.
The cold meadow between the walls melts me so, with each tender thaw.
I laugh at the world around, the way in is my way out.
The dark bell tone of the glacier, surrounds me.
I'm elated.
The deepest depths are blue, this light is telling you that you are just a passenger.
That's one thing I can say, Infinity be praised, in love in distant time
Centuries blow by without end.
From the lake that ensnares me I hear cries.
Oh my frost goddess, will you reveal the deep black fire?
I'm so alone, I'm never going home.
The lifeless scattered moans from the teeth of the frozen limbs above.
Yes, the winds will drown me out, the lake will take me down inside in time.
Oh my frost goddess, will you reveal the deep black fire?
I'm Fallen, I'm fallen down.
I'm speechless, I'm nothing.
Dear frost goddess, exactly what are you forming?
I see the twinkle in the edge.
The vivacious white and blue, nothing to keep her from drowning you too.
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The howl of agony
The withered fear of the priest.
Altar of the Cursed night!
Sup the Wine of death!
The Shrouded Sigil of the Sacred Sisters
The poisonous sands from aeons ago
The Blackened Throne!
The 1st Blood from the olde Skull!
Altar of the Cursed night!
Sup the Wine of death!
The blood of the liar!
Altar of the Cursed night!
the Unholy ashes
spawn armageddon
He who shall hate us all for eternity.
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The sympathy of the Owl, the symphony floats through the Balmy night.
Thrifty and sharp, polite and stoic.
I am the Old Eye, the Angelic Voice .
But after all has passed us by, we will still rejoice.
The fading bruise upon your arm.
Yon faint daylight, a whole lifetime long.
That's my song.
Let's waste no more time thinking of the dawn that will come
Collapsing eyes glance upon you, and into nothing you will succumb.
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Burned into my brow the holy symbol - The Arbor Vitæ - the tree of life. A scar of lies!
In truth, this mythic organic token I wear, represents only the unending void, and we worshippers that throw ourselves at the foot of fate itself.
In this house of forgotten psalms, divine abandonment, and precious doom, We proclaim from the pew to the dais; "Let the False Light Shine on every head!"
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In this house of forgotten psalms, divine abandonment, and precious doom, We proclaim from the pew to the dais; "Let the False Light Shine on every head!"
Sow the seeds of sorrow in every soul, every single soul. The barren bounty, a bottomless abyss of never-ending nothingness
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We inculcate each growing limb with the viridian lead fox-tails.
Daimler leaned over the table with an impassioned, distorted face in his decayed human form.
No more, the days of simple divinity, the splendor of brandy soaked skin out on the golden grass.
I'll tell you why -
The scorching saliva, distilled according to the ancient text, it produces such wonderful fruits of poison!
A poison that can away your grief, just as it takes away your soul, the erasure of the past and future
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I rubbed the deep taupe dust from this planet floor
into my swollen eyes, I'm the only salvor.
My dullness hangs slowly around the shore,
I drank the soft bones of a boa.
Even as we set out from Thorax, Faucet and I knew the long journey was coming to an end. (at least for now)
The remorse code, such regrets serve only the temporal ghoul that waits for us.
Obliterate the anterior.
Sabaeus squawks for joy as we cross the flat barren expanse.
Slide the tart jaw like scissors over molars the width of the clench.
The canyon like a church.
Deeper and deeper, down into the crust of this foulest world.
Chewy black smoke now rises, so hot and puffy inside me.
I push on to pulverize the outer halves on immediate impact
and light like the sun then erupts from my mouth with small crimson lines in it.
So many moons! So many Suns! We are the lost!
With Sabeus now gone, and Death Before us, we feel a deep purpose.
The maze within is no fathomable stroke of logic. There are no books.
We hunt for days through this singed history of endless lectures.
And where has Sabaeus gone? There will be no feeling, but a purpose.
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Eavesdrop on the gust as it scrapes across the surface.
It’s crawling and dragging, flailing, and falling
Cast me down! Now! Now At Once!
Am I encased in marble?
Evil Bodies in the bowels of all things
Doomed to the stone? tis thine greatest fear?
Now we, the condemned, execute thy foul machinations one by one.
One by one.
Show me your exposed bower's face.
Tickle the ill of this beast.
Build up your mountain of twisted networks with the innocent tears you shed.
Lull you into the opiatic dream.
Wither into the mirage.
Come & see the gears spinning in this unholy world.
Gather the sated jackals near, and pray to silence.
Feed them at the center of the system.
Drag you through many lifetimes.
Now your realizing over & over.
We infuse new life in something long dead.
T o awaken after eons, and soar to hieghts so profound.
So rejoice in your curse!
Eavesdrop on the gust as it scrapes across the surface.
It’s crawling and dragging, flailing, and falling
Cast me down! Now! Now At Once!
Am I encased in marble?
Evil Bodies in the bowels of all things
Doomed to the stone? tis thine greatest fear?
Now we, the condemned, execute thy foul machinations one by one.
One... by one!
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The night sky glimmers in reflection on the vast black sea.
Endless Marbled Constellations as far as the eye can see.
The onyx raven lifts off from the limb.
The dreamer awakes in the middle of the hymn.
Litch, it will take your girl.
Litch, it will not be alright.
Indeed, the hell is coming to you.
The morning's clean sky reveals the thin silhouette,
black raven on the the way.
And just as time is true
a red warning explaining one's doom,
being haunted, you take the drive
And oddly, the night wind is still alive
The river changes directions like a dancer spinning around and around.
It is raining again and the night is silent all in the backdrop of a dream.
Litch, it will take your girl.
Litch, it will not be alright.
Indeed, the hell is coming to you.
The morning's clean sky reveals the thin silhouette,
black raven on the the way.
And just as time is true
a red warning explaining one's doom,
being haunted, you take the drive
And oddly, the night wind is still alive
The night sky glimmers in reflection on the vast black sea.
Endless Marbled Constellations as far as the eye can see.
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Therefore he cometh not unto the sharp bouquet,but unto the olive, or the grape.
Nor doth he cling to the crimson blossoms,
Nor hath he pleasure in the tender grass,
Nor doth he seek out the slow, cold streams,
Nor give his mind away to the murmuring of the polished stone.
The Brambles of Life, most beautiful of all,
for the meek and delicate.
But he is in love with the thorns along the side.
They've taken root in the hearts of the living,
and grown up in the boneyard of souls.
I am the seed of the universe.
The seed of the mind, the seed of the body,
The seed of the world.
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ddb Bakersfield, California
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