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Harbinger
01:31
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it feels like the end of the world. it smells like the end of the world. it tastes like the end of the world. it looks like the end of the world. it sounds like the end of the world. and so I pledge my blade to thee.
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Consumed
03:30
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nothing more than an empty moving target. of course I know what a rotating villain is, I know you're just a distraction. and yet I can't escape the fact that the punishment you deserve is beyond comprehension. a primitive hunger suppressing the better angels of our nature. a ravenous abomination wallowing in shit. bulging and swollen, deformed by consumption, throbbing with depravity. who do you think you are? who the fuck do you think you are? an existential paradox; how could something so dense with exploitation be so utterly empty? devoid of meaning and purpose, enough is never enough. I fear your base instincts may be contagious. you are a fucking disease. your shallow existence is no longer sustainable. force-fed glass until you've had your fill, bursting at the seams with agony. enough is never enough. open wide.
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Self-Destruct
02:24
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choke back the decaying rot in your throat, swallow the sickness and let it destroy you in solitude. whatever lies you tell yourself to justify the twisting of your mind, excusing your coprophagic genocidal outbursts, they are nothing more than that; a pallid deception in an arms race against the vulnerable. a distortion of the soul, a disfigurement of humanity. if only the material mirrored the intangible, hideous inside and out. don't get this confused because I know you can't wait to. I don't hate you for your body, I despise you for your ideals, if such caustic thoughts could be called that. you betray your sisters to perpetuate toxic hierarchy but hey, as long as you're at the top, don't bother looking at the bodies at the bottom right? this is not man vs woman, this is future vs past. the world yearns for your memory to be forgotten. no eulogy for a predator. violence begets violence.
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Garden Of Scorn
03:06
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I bloom in your garden of scorn, the refuse you discard in the alley you avoid at night. Trimmed from your ideal society and yet so far above it. I hope the thought consumes you, chases you into every corner of your mind where you try to hide, you're worth less than that which you perceive as garbage. A parasite infecting a twisted notion of divinity. Suffocate in my disgust. I defy the mirage of your expectations, why would I waste my life reaching for a reflection you've cast out into poison when your neck could be within my grasp? There is no version of myself that's pure enough for you to accept so I will bloom amidst the scorn, covered in dirt, rabid and feral. Fuck your acceptance, I want you to suffer. Drown in terror.
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Absence Of Light
03:09
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there is a chasm in the earth you never see, a wasteland of despair wrought from the wounds you carve into the landscape to feed your fleeting desires. in the absence of light, we fade away to ghosts. a haunting that will purge all your incisions and drag you to the precipice. no paradise awaits you. shadows passing through every meaningless moment like the walls of ruins. from collapsed lungs I breathe rust into your shelter. swimming through the pain, let no sacred space remain. reaching out to a blackened sky that lets you sink, swallowed by the scars you turned away from. when you once again wear your mask of indifference, I will rip your dimming eyes from your shattered skull and turn them towards the pooling blood within your footprints. I will break the hands that tip the scales in your favor to watch you fall into the pit, nothing more than dead weight. no paradise awaits you.
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Protect And Serve
01:57
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"he had a weapon", no he fucking didn't. "he was resisting", I don't fucking give a shit. one of these days you'll turn off your goddamn body cam in the wrong place and then your wife won't get body slammed. 40% burnt. the pen is mightier than the sword when it writes down fascist words from behind a blue wall covered in red. replace it all with a wall made of the dead. the pen is mightier than the sword only as long as we allow it. if your presence isn't meant to protect us, I choose to live without it. it's not enough to send these fucking pigs to prison. reality is warped by their fiction. it's not enough to send these fucking pigs to prison. we're only safe when their skulls are caved in. thirteen twelve send them to hell. there'll be no evidence left after your death knell. no trace of fingerprints or dental forensics. there's no reforming this, purge your sickness. fuck a thin blue line. euthanize the swine. judge, jury, and executioner. turn the tables, you are no more.
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Twisted Roots
03:05
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children of the middle passage treated as a disposable currency; sacrificed at the altar of white supremacy. born into perpetual decline the orphans of liberty. under the gun from redline to flatline, pipeline to hard time. misery by design. it's always by design. cycle endless cycle. they swim in their own blood. cycle endless cycle. they drown in their own blood. did your family have the talk? "submit to survive". and yet they bury sons and daughters, "survival" was a lie, not like this. is this the prosperity you wanted? built on broken backs and punctured flesh. is this the prosperity you needed? purchased on behalf of a cult of death. I have seen the twisted roots of the patrol watered with hate and fear grow thorny branches with strange fruit to shade the ivory tower. forced to build a sharpened cage, kept within til end of days. we all have a part to play. no more restraint. hear them when they try to speak; "I can't fucking breathe". no more restraint.
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Violent Impulse
01:31
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you are the lowest form of parasite. an unrelenting burden, a stampede of stupidity, trampling the life beneath your feet. you were never family, you are my enemy. you refuse to listen, no path forward but this. separating consciousness from body, I watch your spirit evaporate. this is all that's left to fix you now. decompose.
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9th Circle
03:05
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three points in pink fading to gray, circumscribed by treachery descending into dawnless night, motionless without sound, without hope, without escape. epidemic of perfidy quarantined within the stagnant rot. disloyal shades become the straw within the glass, the prize of abandonment. invertebrate vermin burrow through the twisted realm eroding it's foundation seeking asylum in the bones of flesh devoured in an empty bargain of attrition. squalid futility. I want nothing more than to see you gripped by retribution and dragged into the frigid depths. penance served frozen in time and place, captive to unattainable atonement. bound to consequence buried in ice. awaiting an end that is never coming, no release from the hell you built yourself. caina, antenora, ptolomea, judecca. invertebrate vermin awaiting an end that will not come. bound to consequence. I hope you bleed forever.
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Tide Of Loathing
04:18
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the truth lies bare for those willing to see it. the monster was always you. in the home and in the streets the chrysalis withers as wings are stunted and burned. your children languish strangled in the shadow of your solipsistic crusade. how the fuck could you save them when it was your hands around their fucking throats? a trojan horseman harboring brutality heralding the demise of their spirits that you crush to soothe your wounded ego and baseless paranoia. this was never about them it was always about you. a tide of loathing drowning the world in a contagion of callous ignorance. their forfeiture an offering to your selfish sanctimony. no cost too great to purchase your sanguine vindication. you are unworthy of the progeny you deny. a sickness to be amputated. sound the final trumpet and cull this ailing flock. your children languish strangled in your shadow. it was always about you, no cost too great.
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Sentenced
03:50
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Killed or afraid of being killed. I don't want to be resilient, I just want to live. Left to die but I refuse. Let the end begin. Contort reality to your whims. Hostility becomes infectious disease. Another day another body. Your survival can't be tolerated. Another hospital, another club, another fucking drag show. Retribution comes home; let the end begin. All that you fight for erased. Ignorance splattered across the walls. Cold, motionless, and silent. Heaven will not hear your cries. If violence is the only path towards peace then you have made my choice. Keystone shattered, we hand down your sentence; death. Left to die but I refuse.
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12. |
Rakuyo Ft. Nat Lacuna
05:21
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[as far as I'm concerned, there isn't much recourse for people that say fully committed outright fascist and genocidal things, talking about how minorities are degenerates that need to be soundly defeated if civilization is to survive. when there is no option left but violence, there is no choice but to put these people in the fucking ground.]
digging down where blood meets soil, congealing in a sickly clot of festering enmity, writhing masses come forward to whisper their obscenities from the cavity in the ground that will cradle your undeserving remains. mantras of defilement from the mouths of worms. a pestilential dirge; allusions to the 14 words. no merciful god could ever look upon you with love. you shouldn't be alive. excavate your wretched form in anticipation of an overcast sky, heaving in desperation for a future that rejects you. in your absence civilization thrives. the skies will not open for you. your ambitions die. I will rain anguish upon you and return you to the dirt where you belong, ensuring you become a nameless ghost without a casket. tomorrow will not carry your cross, creation absolved of your pollution. only an honest death will cure you now. become an unmarked grave.
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Blade Of Phanes Orlando, Florida
pronounced fah-niece. soundtrack to bigots dying in liveleak videos.
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