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The Blind Arbiter
04:39
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Gold flows in rich silence,
while gilded robes hang stiff and lifeless
—apart from odd snorts and intermittent
wafts by a draft; curious and insistent
Mammoth, wide, and sluggish,
a morbidly opulent flesh-pool rests
With a clammy flex it ingests
sumptuously spiced foods
"All hail, The Tentacled Thing!"
A foul, thick, slime seeps
from the mouth of the Azathoth-like
Three tongues whirl, counter and clockwise,
as it howls multi-toned whale-ish cries
A fucked up communion...
"Hail!" they sing in unison
Slick skin bubbles with pustules,
bursting with other-worldly jewels
During hibernation the feeders converge,
ever slowly
They worship the queer magic,
The Cult of The Stomachic
—offering food with knowledge:
Each belch retching rarer metals
It's sprawled upon a throne
of piled and scattered bones,
belonging to the inept
who have clumsily woke it
Feelers and wild limbs slap at every surface;
The amorphous being beckons it's next offering
They chant:
"All hail The Blind Arbiter!
Our divine, mystic and marvelous!"
Undulating cartilage;
A pulsating ghastly mint
The Arcane Prime Movers
A ballet of expensive sewage,
exchange based on excrement
A hushed and armed few
control the markets for the sheepish fools
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Inexorable Fixation
03:21
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I woke from deep slumber, feeling so surreal
There's an urge to push onward — towards some new ideal
Programmed to pursue that which I will soon possess,
nothing will halt this search (as man and mission coalesce)
What is the purpose?
What is in control?
Nothing feels logical, but I'm so enthralled
Eternal unrest
Completely obsessed
and crowned by the hand of fate
to seek out this anomaly
Weary of confrontational encounters with man...
By proxy they guide flesh machines
''I must obey!"
A cybernetic driven search, Kubrickian,
for the nameless —beyond ancient— unnamed "thing"
"Priceless perfection will soon be ours!"
"Ours?"
"This timeless hunt is at an end for OUR world!"
I, I can feel it rising within
The loss of control as ''I'' fades to ''it''
A powerless shell of a man.. An empty zealot
Climbing towards the sky,
I am stripped of life
Climbing into the sky,
absorbed of all life...
Drawn towards the sky,
I am stripped of life
Drawn into the sky,
absorbed of human life
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Obfuscated
03:30
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What was once thought to be flat
was, then, shown to be round
A cipher revealed through brute force,
used to decode the human source
That which was seen as myth,
recalculated and refurbished
Loss on an oblate spheroid;
Collective wisdom destroyed
Destroyed
An unlodged extragalactic
sword swallowed by stone,
with incalculable parameters that
synchronize with the unknown
Aforesaid, hitherto formatting
evoked earthen plane-like forms
Exponential advancements, streamlined,
sculpted new paradigms
Minds bending inside out since the reveal,
mouths agape as all stands still
Encrypted
and
obfuscated,
reality exposed
They never lied when they sketched
the ships falling off the edge
They didn't know
They just didn't know
The vacuum of space
has eaten
it's fair share of
those who crossed the
point of no return, like
Icarus
flying to close
as his wings roast
Now they are left mauled
by information
(Mental radiation)
The succeeding path
is on display
but, cryptic and
beyond grasp
Encrypted
and obfuscated,
reality exposed
Within the programmatic boundless astronomy
there rests infinite facts and very few anomalies
All answers are gnarled in script,
inside the sacred womb!!
Lines of vast code & cosmic instructions in flight;
Algorithms unfold as autodidactic systems inscribe
Execution preformed faster than advance cognizance;
The cipher once constant, becoming hypothesis
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L'appel Du Vide
02:37
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I am not strong enough, but hexed to
lift the world on the nape of my neck
Over worked and under paid,
soon to be vestigial brains
Who needs to think?
Echopraxic orcs in the forge:
Youth destroyers; The "bad back" church
On the edge, toes hung in air,
heels dug deep in dirt, and
Urges to flirt with the end
Void, you keep calling
An answer stuck restless in limbo
Death, you keep gnawing
All hair on end for this existential tremble
Praxis and theory,
Obscured and blurry
Oh, L'appel du vide...
...gazes back at me
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Möbius strip prisms
fall down from the atmosphere,
cutting the clouds to shreds
Soon, every knee will bend
for the confounding, new,
enigmatic conundrum
An abstrait roar reverberates;
A roar that polarizes
all of consciousness:
Egoistic and altruistic
All.
It seeks not a war with weapons;
tilting perception for leverage
Promises and grand delusions
One truth for two false seeds planted
It craves divide,
praying on devalued lives
The overworked being Groomed
to hate their neighbor via "news"
[Sound-clip of Severn Cullis-Suzuki at the Rio Summit in 1992]
We, down in our squalor-like homes
now Suffocate on this new toxic air
Old monuments burn for the new throned,
as once coastal land now rests submerged
Mad at the world and they don't know why...
...while following those who've plucked out their eyes
Shaking the cage until pissed off and bound by boredom
A boredom so welcome, it helps keep their ears off the ground
Carving lines in the sand:
A prelude to the end of man
Manufactured outrage is the spear tip;
harbinger of our last days
Callous tact breeds callous actions;
The unread can't help themselves
Callous acts feed callous factions;
Unified like cancer cells
"Them" using man against man;
Biomechnical weaponization
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Kin
04:38
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Fear
We fear the changes
We who've slowed our pace,
and sewn our seeds to be replaced;
while we're (they're) sprinting
to succeed in this transient race
Has time always moved at such a rabid pace? Away...
...away from us, the soon to be replaced
We've gathered around fire pits for ages,
it's just now, we flock to blue light echo chambers
We are the same tribe as we once were
The fashion has changed, but we still remain the same
Old men and odd gods
replaced with new novelties,
still taxing: "Look at me!"
Look at me!
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Entropic Joke
05:14
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God damn, I'm completely lost
Face down, my nose just fell off
Frost bit and cold as fuck,
I don't want to die up here
Snow blind and completely lost
Wondering, until my toes dropped off
Lonely and old as fuck,
I'm trying not to die up here
I start to roll downhill,
because it's all I can do
...until I hit a rock, break my back,
and then enter shock
Dreams of the most vivid kind
shatter as I come back to life
As I return, I spot something particular,
through lid-chapped eyes
Paralyzed and damn near dead,
this will surely be my end
Lost in Oceans of ripped blue,
held down by glacial glue
I bite down and start to pry,
as teeth chip with muffled cries
Raw icy chapped-lips;
cracked, split, and achy
Tooth after tooth breaks,
as I swallow the flakes
With purple-black finger tips
and blood turned frigid,
it starts to sync in:
This is a fucking human
This is no stone!
The fabric rips to show
frozen flesh welded to snow
The fabric rips to show
frozen flesh welded to snow!
For the first time in forever,
I have laid eyes on another
We can finally rest!
...finally! Sleep... at peace...
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The Veil
03:54
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I found myself falling
Pushed through the springs and foam,
mashed and minced past
wood, concrete, and soil
Strained through crust and mantle,
to the core; where i pooled and reformed
I took my new shape
and met my pyschopomp
"RrrRightt tthiis waayyy!'' It sang,
with the most quiet of shrieks
A curtsy and a comical
twirling of hands towards huge gates...
We Passed vast vats of
fat rat kings, squawking...
...and gnat-swarmed,
humpbacked, gagging
scat-eating "things"
By bridges where
acid cooked children glide,
hands tied, crying,
into hot baths of knives
Shown to my throne
Strapped tight, and left bound
In front of me sat a long table dressed with gorgeous abundance,
far from the hellscape outside of the ornate room
A group of chairs slowly appeared,
complete with ghosts all too familiar
"Oh no! This can't be happening!
Oh no! Take me to the Fields of retinal torture!
...Or the hives of insect masses waiting!
Anything but this!"
I found my mouth sewn shut
I reverted back
to a pimple faced
awkward young teen
Surrounded by family:
Imperious in nature,
well-meaning, yet annoying
...and those who
collected the bones
left bare in the friendzone
Held for centuries,
until I lifted the veil
We create and can destroy our own hell
We create and can destroy our own hell
We create and can destroy our own hell
We create and can destroy our own hell
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