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Muse
04:33
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Wake up my muse, my divine assistant,
rewrite my memory and tailor my immortal mind.
Slay the given empire and open your journey through the coward’s vault.
I will replay with grieved soul and eyes that shine brighter than stars.
Your gentle voice that endures the praised fortune
will circle and return to the cruel and faithful herd.
Impetuous flood shall now shift the bed of mountains
and even the flowers shall benefit from whitened promise.
Oh my eyes, my flooded combat vaunts,
they could even escape the combat woes.
But I will never slice and sacrifice the promise
I gave to the succored and compassionated souls.
Despite my heart through deep entrance of justice
with combined sublimated colors of confronted extinction,
oh, thou unfaithful and glorified damned master,
should I be blind and so cowardly sore?
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Submerged
03:58
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The Great Dole, discriminator of transgression,
may gird himself with a tail oft downward.
We shall be ready, not impeded, for fate ordains!
Not to ask further questions, lest the dolesome wind mute all.
The infernal hurricane prepares to combat my beloved tempest.
That violent seizure of someone's property
shall now whirl us around, molest my plants and the laments.
Borne the shadows to remove the leaden stress.
After that I had listened to my tutors,
approaching the malignant air is only what I hear.
Waiteth and bowed my face with more desire,
dubious desire, since there is no greater sorrow.
Alone we are and without mindful fear.
For how many uttered spirits can I pity anymore anyhow?
I shall swoon away as if I had been tormented.
Barking hopelessly with my gullet submerged.
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Deserted Denial
03:54
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While sinister distributes the light in almost equal measure daily,
dissonance will also be denied by resistant slaves.
Possible triumph, therefore, takes the part of crucified permutations.
Necessity stays, giving blissful permission, but only outward.
Not only do waves of self-destruction stay uncouth but they pour themselves into the marsh.
And wistful coils around hands sweeten the air gladdened by the sun.
Obsolete flies from those who are bearing the filthy throats in the mire.
But continue to decrement; cord never shot an arrow by itself.
Disconsolate them, sagacious master, make the sign of serenity.
Secretly they will speak about him and return alone to clefts.
Let them know how well they live with him in their imminent peristyle.
Never deserted, never denied, and with retracted steps toward the gracious passage. Never deserted.
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Silent Gatherers
06:18
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The shared, the pores, the crack shall honor the bliss.
Only the blood has limits in heritage remains.
The growth of bastards and hating evil makes a bigger bid.
Real proof of what delights the weeping in the woods.
The sphere still whirls, even across a new dawn.
Moving seems in a sense to impart a glad voice
And climb the ladder ascending blessed and merciful nature.
Pursued upward, the path excluding the bliss of the higher spheres.
Increasing, doubtfully, the silent gatherers of dawn.
Reverting is done much sooner than in the past.
Thirsting in temples stirs the acid in the hag's hand.
It can grind so much more than a grin in the saddle.
Sitting on the bomb actually unfolds all the gates of the mind.
Forgiveness struggles with all the aliases, ending this journey.
Gathering and leveling rooms scrape visits of pure joy.
Dunnest gloom and blinded voices without any compassion at all.
Taking the sins away, looking more towards the past than in the future.
Master’s spirits, with their prelude, is more fun now.
Bitter air stumbles with smoke and divides the passage,
Beautiful once, but not anymore, in this sinless time.
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Conjuring Shades
03:42
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What Is perceived stopped all attentive form, and that which came afterward.
The question he answered us, maketh man descending through silky slopes.
Conjuring shades, well known (of course) the way when prodigious stench exhales.
Encompasses more than said, “nine eyes are more than one”, some say.
Swiftly I rise up towards the high tower with the black flag on top.
Everlasting dread paralyzing the weeping press between palm’s assault.
Once more returning upward, turned undistempered intellects restrained.
Impetuous and blind hand of doom becoming longer and more admissible.
The branches will rend, bear down portals, and escape the doctrine.
Tiny sooty limbs, scattered and left unwet, never more than now.
Thousands of tragically lost souls, disdainful at the final gate.
Changed many hearts to stone, resistance was never an option.
The threshold just began, increasing the pain against fate.
Peeling our skin, showing how fragile it is inside, careless and unconfident.
No more contests to enter, not now, not ever again. How confident!
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Overseer
04:08
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So willst thou, the great overseer, please perceive us.
Avoid us with your tusk, approve me with your limbs.
Your craving bark and earthly spawns you gnaw.
The cardboard city sacks serene the punishment held for us.
Untroubled citizens shall now show us tranquil gaze.
Pernicious sin of gluttony and plumpness
may devour discorded assassins afterwords.
Within 6 suns, only one is tearless, but with uttered bloodshed.
Sumptuously and delicately, we shall dine one last time.
Likewise, when you won't invite me, I will invite myself.
God deeds and dirty seeds may show my straightforward mind.
But awakened, no more than needed, I'm found in my dismal tomb.
With a filthy mixture of malediction in my burning pockets,
will they increase their mighty forfeit of pleasure and pain?
True perfection never we will attain as we imagined heaps of rubble.
Justice and suffering are my toils as doth the billow.
More than elsewhere, here I combine lurid circles of daze.
Shouting and barking I become more free and defected.
In every other meaning than forsooth, I'm recognized by no more than a few.
Infected veins with undiscerning life, my closed fist is for you, Cerberus.
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7. |
Indigens Formed In Tombs
06:17
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8. |
Heaps Of Rubble
04:40
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