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Winter's almost over / now it's almost spring
The fields are dressed with clover and / the hills are all in green
back behind the open wood / moving down the breeze
whispering through an open ear / down faster you sink
Falling into the gray water rushing underneath the cataclysm waves
down below the stream, pulled deep beneath the dreaming water.
A presence in the air moves on soundless wings / down jettisons a spiral wall emerging in the sea
Over this creation a silent iris looms /shaping all these angels with the fingers of the moon
rolling like a haloed clay, in maelstrom the drowning waves / cast deep cascades of silence through the wandering amazed.
Shining like a crystal ship, a cold and searching flame / that dips beneath its own reflection, dancing underneath the cage and
Falling into the gray water rushing underneath the reaching evening bows, on upon a lonely stream to where the somber reeds all meet and reach their sinking tendrils further down.
I watch the evening drift further from the sun / shifting from the crowds away towards a hidden drum
beating there beneath the trees, pounding over tropic seas, / rolling through the coars-ed veins beneath the trembling leaves
and calling me into the circle of / the green tempestuous vortex of a dark creation sea
washing down my fingers as I draw it towards the shore / laughing through the windows and the cracked and melting boards
Forget me. It's always better not to focus on the things that wash out with the rain, mirrored on the twisting sky and shining backwards dual eyes, below is a reflection now, but altered in the tide
at night / rising on the light
pouring in through cuts / the spirit hides
driving from the pouring, crying chariots of flame / outward on the winding limbs you live without a name
to call the voices back to you who've summoned you to this dark room / all in cloak & dagger, and in sweat and clouded hues
swinging from the fortress in the land of living spite / a wake of shivering malice in the domains of the night
calls the next case back to you, but never gets the message through / between the shifting forms comprising everything you knew
Falling into the gray water rushing underneath the cataclysm waves
down below the stream, pulled deep beneath the dreaming water.
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This is the judgment day / all your legends slip away
the risen sun lies newly slain / sleep now in your 'ternal grave.
Retreat the light / where the temples of the night
rise to scrape the bleeding sky and darken all that dies.
'Cuz they were wrong / their stories and their songs
lies fed to the prophets from deceiving hidden tongues
where truth dwelt deep in the obscure / the sleeping mind falsely assured
faith in something laid to waste / by a new entropic dawn.
The triumph comes / but not by love & trust.
Mutilating hate bears down / destroying all that was.
The end of time / the glorious anti-mind
eviscerates the vain conceptions / all the laws and signs.
When nothing walked in darkness / and enlightenment was drawn,
quartered across the four winds / before it can be born,
when prophecy fails / and all justice is gone,
in maimed faith still the ducks align / though only slaughter comes
slaughter comes down.
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Hail to the Dead Worlds
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Down on rays of a sun
far away, they Sunday come.
Idyllic plain, led astray
wash with subjugation waves.
Cosmic march of wicked sol
-dier formation funeral.
Time and time and time again
a death parade without an end.
March.
March.
Hail
to the dead worlds.
Downwards on a wrathful march
onwards through the universe
leaving ashes all behind
and little glimpses through your eyes
see the all-consuming trail
headed towards your world's decay.
All the planets all align
for harvest from the maize of time.
March.
March.
Hail
to the dead worlds.
Now they leave you to yourself
your warnings can't and never will
fall but on the deafened ears.
It's no use when no one hears.
Even now they're on their way.
Even now they're on their way.
Even now they're on their way.
They're gonna take this world some day.
March.
March.
Hail
to the dead worlds.
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Carlton Heston Atlanta, Georgia
If you're reading this - Gods of the Dead is the good one. Listen to that first if you're going to listen to anything on here. It's actually pretty solid.
Atlanta Monsters' Ball is also nice.
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