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Le Délire Des Négationes
00:54
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Though thy eyes rush tears into streams
A dead calm arises within
Invisible disconnection
To the inner workings
Abject calls from my depleting lungs
Wading through the psychic turbulence
Last breaths withdrawn by worth
Mind tricked into non existence
"The delirium of negation, I abjure life's oath
A transfixed dilemma, waiting in the subconscious.
All oneness dies within me, for I am nothing
An emptiness beyond empty
An abandoned body without a ghost"
Mirror image soon evolved into vanishing
A House of Flames now a Temple of Ashes
Now deprived by the alignments of planets
Awakening curse shook the cosmic foundations
These empty spaces between the wires that program dormant minds
Structured doses of images, canceling out all logic and reason
You'll never get to the banquet
Where you linger your food has no taste
Between consciousness and altered state
Shaken from your vegetable torpor
Where lies the alternative?
We are all in mercy's hands
This is the clock cleansing itself of it's last hours
Like grains of sand falling through our hands
Fragments of time disappeared into memory
Like the dust that we are all from and soon will return
Soon I will be nothing, no more
All this time you believed you never existed
An empty vessel no longer housing a soul
But one must exist, to be non existent...
The path has been plagued by ego
Plummeting us into a foreseen abyss
Telepathic seeds sewn into inner most thoughts
Conundrum conjured in a compartmentalized mind
This gauntlet I ran, over and over again
A frustrated breath leaves my lungs
Soon it was all unhidden
This unknown flagellation
Obscured by the shifts of the Sun
As it leaves us in a distant chaos
Reveal the pall that has dampened my soul
For what seems to be an eternity
I disappear faster every year...
(Worms have been there counting)
The more I feel I am dead
The more I fear my death...
Paranormal frequencies circumvent through mazes
The corridors of thine entrapment
Bicuspid exercised, Last will redacted
Sent down to scourge thy own form
And fabricate malpractice...
How the angelic choirs sing their notes
Their clamoring is the wailing of the heartbroken
Their vortex is a lie
Their solemn psalms reflect this
For they only know submission
Not the glory of independence
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Apollyon Synopsis
02:00
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Embryonic Architect
Somnambulist, enlighten mine
The worshiper's vernacular
The miserable without stains
What were those promises?
Did you intend to keep them?
Or were they just a pestilence of lies?
How many minds have you manipulated without wisdom?
A mere demiurge loitering midst the pantheon
Surveillance of the gate determines narrow pathways
Our patriarch denied us fruit to endure knowledge
That dream was fleeting through a moment in serpents
To be imperfect in our search for perfection
As the maestro awakes corporeal forms from their sleep
Transformed by the removal of tethers and restraints
Now be the loud pitch that disturbs the silence
As all you have, or had, or wanted is revealed
The circle's drawn and it is drawn wide
Now hither comes the coil
To leave behind the ego's host
And from what's left become the ghost that whom rejoices
The scythe wielded pulls our death into position
As were flung towards our fateful ambition
"Approaching zenith, I scratched thy name on the keys to the bottomless pit... Enraged...
I called the two names, the keepers of the bottomless pit... Apollyon. Abaddon."
"Thy inner Gehenna anguished, thy outer sequence nourished gnashing snarls"
Tongues buried in a concealed art form
To be revealed only through divinity's ruin
Cradle us in your gentle fingertips
Not the ones used to pluck paradoxical chords
Spill your breath so we may breathe once more
Shake about your wrists across our closed eyes
Make us see
Minds buried in an enslaved host
To be reveled, however, only through death
Regal cores coordinate eager coils
And set the bounds in matriarchs
Whom are mere waiting wombs
Sacred design, all sensory deprived, forces mind
To compartmentalize
Ascend...
One thousand ladders
One thousand summits
Descend...
One thousand ladders
One thousand plummets
This distance
Chaotically infinite
Bottomless
Apollyon
Depths so low
Devoid of winds
Phosphorus scents of Liberty's Flame
Enter!
To gain admittance into this paradigm
Is to be draped in garments of silk
Life into Death
Death into Life
Proceed into darkness beyond human reach
Alone, embracing inner journeys
Under guidance this light came
And now it is all that awaits thee
A magnified...
Cosmic entry
Secretes magnificence
As well as secrets
Hearts buried in an earthen urn
Beliefs scorned when proved to be true
Absorb the seals, beguiling
Transformation underneath eyelids
They bare for the fruitless
Conceal breath from all who inhabit life
Reveal Supreme Death (Reveal the Zenith)
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Ghosts Alike
03:04
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A semblance of balance
Forsaken and forgotten
A remembrance in silence
Corrupted and corroded
Amidst the tears and dark fabrics of Autumn's widows
As stirring as a breeze of air through Winter's windows
The rebirth through nurture that storms through Spring's door
The sweltering heat of those deceived by Summer's whore
Evaporating into nature
The sea and all it's life
Deep and boundless is it's intricacies
Astounds the shallowest of minds
And how this drink of knowledge binds
Can it ever slake a tongue that speaks
Or quench a mind that thinks
It's all so meaningless, yet so meaningful
Is the error in the oversight
Or the afterthought
The canals froze black
Only the moon will silhouette
Tree limbs lick the sky
Like arms stretched to reach the end
Branches surrendered like veins
As if reaching for the blade, the blade
Revived yet crestfallen
Eyes blinded by obstructions
We're all complacent
We're diluted by their atrocities
Their sorcery is corruption
Sullied by their hypocrisy
Eyes rolled back, black
Glassy and glossed over
The aromas drew birds, sent warning
To the ghost, and ghosts alike
A disturbing transcendence awaits us
Distracting waves of life's frequencies
Subterfuge has been every moment of bliss, suffering beneath the surface...
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