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Anathema
03:05
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Clawing at my face and eyes,
The shrieking of my failures call me down into the black
Tearing away the facets of my frail humanity.
Fragmented bone is all that holds the pieces still.
Cut the ties with the scrap skin I’ve been wrapped in
Vermin
Rust chokes the air from my sepulcher.
Bloated filth scuttles in the dark.
Force fed the ashes of my god.
Ill-disposed voices shriek at the scorched sky
Beneath the shell
Chaos forever reeling
Life yanked from the void
Nothing will escape the darkness
of entropy.
Live in spite.
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Slowchoke
03:17
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Unwillingly
Dragged to light.
You scream. You plead. You writhe.
Cling to life
With your fear, my rage is slaked
Pure terror in every breath you take,
I can’t, I won’t
Stop. Flail. Bleeding at the seams.
Choke on your teeth.
Justified.
Rotten husk.
Acrid stench.
Parasite.
My indifference to your suffering
Is your disregard of decency.
Tear off the head
Bleed the pig dry.
Bones crumbled to dust,
I am alive.
You thrash against your fate.
No deliverance.
Closed throat
Open eyes
Enlightened to the ways of the dark
I have no face.
I have every face.
I have chosen the one to suit your torment best.
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Chasm Skulker
02:42
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I am the purging swarm who devours all in its path.
My hunger cannot be sated as long as I draw breath.
Consume indiscriminately.
Rancor drips from a thousand maws
My procreation stuck between my gnashing teeth
Aimless endeavor to fill the perpetual-empty.
I inflict my scourge upon man
Emaciation's grasp
Emptiness is my guide
I am a captive to my
Degeneration into purity.
Ravenous appetite
Farming our young to be
Slaughtered as cattle
We ingest the weak
Swallow the rot
The whites of our eyes are stained with madness.
Corroded veins pulsate.
Consume Indiscriminately
Splitting our gums on the bones of our children
Overwhelmed by the lunacy we made.
Inhale genetic pollution.
Leave nothing for the flies.
This betrayal is all but forgotten.
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Cankermaw
04:24
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Peel back the hope
That taints your broken mind
See yourself for what you really are
We dare not beg
For any restitution.
We’ve abandoned our humanity.
High on conceit.
Petulant.
Illogical vanity protrudes
From our fucking pores
Glory to the Blight
Gaze upon the Deliverer.
Upon Her throne of flies
She seeks the admiration
Of the children who forgot Her name.
She cries out to no avail.
To her deaf progeny
Well beyond her grasp.
Clandestine misery.
We are the arrogant horde
Guided by egos
Stoking the ire of Pariah
Enthralled by our reflections
She lures us in.
Captivate our senses to ignore the disease
Languish in Her presence.
Our faces fall to the dirt.
A monstrous display of preeminence.
“Perfection is at hand.
You have been drained of weakness
And been made complete”
Hissing through her crooked teeth.
“Your ideas will be discarded and
Your will, repurposed.”
Leper Generation.
Glory to the Blight
Glory to the Blight
Our species has grown to be her divine messenger.
Glory to the Blight
Glory to the Blight
Her cause will ripen in the flesh of the worthy.
Until we shed the gift of our sentience,
We must endure its handiwork.
Return us to the soil
Where we always belonged.
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Sympathy
04:55
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I have searched, to no avail, for serenity.
Valuing my own peace
Over the suffering of others.
I faltered and a tempest of avarice engulfs me.
I bear the burning for a moment ‘til
I can’t hear myself screaming
Slowly peeling off my skin
Is the only relief I find.
I am running out of skin (please help)
Extinguished, I collapse to the earth
The soil whimpers beneath my feet
No one can hear me.
My purpose served,
I beg on bloody knees.
For some modicum of peace.
Life is unkind.
I will not be granted oblivion.
Death is unkind.
I remain a coward as I await the end.
I will crumble in the light
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