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Monoliths Of Suffering

by Blade Of Phanes

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1.
Parseltongue 03:20
You fucking social parasite Get fucked Tell me, who do you serve? You claim a noble cause But I've seen your collateral damage Will you break the glass ceiling Just to cut those beneath you? Expose them to the elements Let the storm break upon them Convinced that you're a force of good A pious delusion A vapid charade Proclaimed enemy of patriarchy But your agendas kill the same Your manifesto ends with "Fuck you I got mine" You fucking scum Duplicitous snakes Lips lined with dying lavender To hide the scent of venom Your lies are functionally indistinguishable From the panicked screeds Of fascist ideologues This isn't activism This is barbarism Their bodies are fuel For a war of attrition That erases their names Architects of abandon Your badges of honor Are death warrants Fuck off You won't get the last word
2.
Gospel 02:13
Was I wrong in assuming you Could think for yourself? I thought we were adults here? Just who's pulling the strings in your life? It must be so easy to buy the gospel Of petulant false idols What a fucking lazy excuse For an existence Like drinking water from A poisoned well With a goddamn Smile plastered across Your ignorant face A contamination Slow death We are the cancer of this Damned and wretched world Trivialize, metastacize You take every word at face value Fuck higher roads and stooping to levels There is no comparison to be made This is merely a formality of Spelling out the truth Friend of a friend Through every tinted grapevine You've lost your fucking mind The sun doesn't shine for a world With closed eyes Shut your mouth Stop vomiting lies So much to talk about But nothing to say A vacuous existence Your absence would be no great loss
3.
Unwelcome fires keeping Cold hearts warm In the darkness Smoke hiding pinions Plucked from weakened wings Erasing memories of flight Razing of the nations Embers wrapped around the land As ashes fall on Cold skin covering The shades of legacy A whitewashed wasteland The Great Turtle on it's back Drowning in the blood Of a thousand weeping mothers Unfeeling masonry constructing Monoliths of suffering Pouring concrete blocks Over native recollection Shadows chanting "you will not replace us" As they graft thorn to bough In fields where history lies uprooted Hand in hand you plunge the dagger Deeper into the soil Speak in tongues of shallow sympathy Brown flesh running red You've played your part in these misdeeds Complicit to the end There were two spirits Before your gospel of violence But you sing it's praises Over their hymns of mourning Are their graves for the greater good? Is this a necessary evil? Do you see yourself as righteous Contributing to a dying people? Circle the sun threescore and cut the cord The blade rests in your palm Has your victory been won? You fuel the genocide The march forward is undone Behold the company you keep The pale horse blotting out the sun This is agony We weep the sorrow's psalms This is misery The blade rests in your palms
4.
how could you cry for preservation of your history the whole world's been pandering to you for fucking centuries lay claim to the title of superior race but there's nothing glorious in such a fragile disgrace we will learn to bend before we break how many mistakes can humanity make acting like you only want to protect your fucking history whatever's there worth guarding is a historical mystery weeping over statues for heritage and ancestry hysterical displays of hate for every ethnicity you don't follow your own rules so why the fuck should I when the object of the game is for the vulnerable to die all wrong alt right wasting your life sleep tight white pride eat shit goodnight civility's a joke when tutting cowards move the goalpost and oppressors always benefit from standards that they don't host fascist hands are burying our books in the soil and watering the dirt with water from the rising seas harvesting a fetid crop of weaponized stupidity enshrining wanton ignorance like a sacred disease comparisons are worthless when you come with false equivalence too intellectually lazy to see a fucking difference your reich ends now the soil is red you've planted the seeds of war the planet is dead you have it all but you still want more
5.
Void 02:58
Trace the outlines of the shallow words you speak You're dead to me, a walking sickness That makes that living bleed Contaminate the world Exhale your epidemic Immune to consequence A crusade of false compassion Crucify the innocent Wearing masks of ill-deserved sanctity I see right through you I am a wound that will not heal Reminding you every day of what you've done Broken glass humanity Composing a symphony of vengeance Truth emerges from her well to drag you down A walking contradiction Projecting constellations of misery Mapped out onto the backs you climb on I see right through you The heavens and the gallows start to blur Somewhere in the middle You've turned a halo into a noose Casting shadows with a light that strangles You are the runoff of an ocean of despair And when I stare into the void Nothing meets my gaze You are apathy incarnate Metastasizing and eroding Casting subjugating glances From shit-smeared ivory towers You've inculcated as mass graves Trace the outlines of the shallow words you speak You're dead to me A walking fucking sickness You paralyze the future with your disease A rot of the mind Shielded with deception Crucify the innocent With toxin filled intention You poison the world, you've made victimhood a business Cauterize the wound and burn out the sickness

about

this is a collection of demos and singles I've had that I threw together because I'm too impatient to wait until I get a full album written to release something (and I wanted to put something out during pride month)

fuck trans exclusionary feminists, fuck racists, fuck fascists.

bash back.

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released June 19, 2019

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Blade Of Phanes Orlando, Florida

pronounced fah-niece. soundtrack to bigots dying in liveleak videos.

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