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Fragments

by Slay The Wretch

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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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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
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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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
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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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...
8.
The Veil 03:54
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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Forged from a fallen project, Bryan Soto and Derek Michael Burgess picked up the pieces and sculpted this album from the wreckage. It marks Slay The Wretch's debut album, and is a 30 minute vortex of emotion and energy.

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released July 24, 2018

Bryan Soto:
Main Composer
Guitarist

Derek Michael Burgess:
Vocalist
Secondary Composer
Secondary Guitarist
All other instruments
Producer

Album art:
'Feels and Lives' by Soul Asphyx Arts
Logo by Horst Foundry
Additions by Derek Michael Burgess

Recorded at Mosquito Lord Studios
mosquitolordstudios.bandcamp.com

MSL Catalog # 001

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Slay The Wretch is a studio-based collaborative effort between Bryan Soto and Derek Michael Burgess.

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