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Where once many a body flourished
Endless fields of essence stretched to the azure aloft
Stark hierarchies dictated what flock would propagate
Or would in its stead subside
Before a sharp flash of clarity transpired
Urging one to rise amongst the growing crowds
At its behest, those closest break rhythms of old
And shattered once hallowed scripture
Its shared effort spreads with expanding vigor
As the collective’s produce far exceeds what it demands
In one fell swoop the herd distorts
And erases what had once incepted its being
Risen to lords, to masters without bounds
Those enlightened consume, expands with ever growing desire
Subject all that might swarm to ensure its continuance
And in the blink of an eye, has laid bare its inheritance
Perpetually bleak fields now retch with civilized waste
As thick blights soar and forever seal the skies
The acid seas melt away fortresses of ages past
As sightless eyes fixate on the next frontier
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Opulent Black Smog
07:28
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Settled on its crystalline carbon throne
This solemn entity dines in halls immaculate
Its palace raised on the shrines of champions
The collector, crowned victorious through ruthless strife
From depths afar arises another conqueror
Whose avarice reciprocates at the peak of wealth
The adversaries stretch their palms out to the heavens
And state their decrees in booming unison
Where ten are wretched, one could flourish
For any one’s desires, a hundred should famish
Gorge upon the prole, for this greed is vicious and fierce
Let the masses wither; all shall perish for our greater good
Prosper to consume, for to consume is to prosper
Strive to be, for to exist is only to seek incessantly
Our utopias shall arise from a million shallow mounds
From seas of broken bones, silhouettes bared on altars of gold
The overarching cosmopolis convulses
As it boils with rapacity spread vigorously
Distant desires are collectively deemed void
As once converging lineages feed the ever-burning fires
And the collectors eagerly inhale the rising opulent black smog
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Burial Ad Sanctos
05:44
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A blend of concrete and steel grasps at the endless skies above
Insides churning with effort to transcend the void below
Amongst the havoc, a motionless husk that once was breathing
Its detached tomb has arisen between four walls
Surrounded with the pillars
That used to constitute a life
A former place of structured harmony
Has come to deconstruct its architect
One of many, yet significant to none
It rots above as it would have, below
Once animate structures come undone
As flesh liquifies amongst brittling bone
These final moments
Solitary, bleak without bounds
Withering remains crawl
Evaporate through the cracks
Until the confines start to bloat,
Become drenched with liquid death
Its produce takes to the ether
To blend with the pure night air
As the sulphurous stench of anaerobic breath
Reveals a collection of solitary graves
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Inertia
06:22
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In the swarming streams, amidst the surging masses
A drought arises as famine slowly spreads its wings
To where day after spoiled day was plucked
Hanging, from the corrupted and withering tree of ancestry
Feeble and swirling minds in the eternal ebb and flow
Of a populace that is to drown in the approaching floods
A momentary lapse of judgement would have brought resolve
But its flame quenched as acutely as it was kindled
As without a second judgement, virtues fade once more
To merge seamlessly with the ever-lost past
A watcher silently observes the spectacle
Its weariness bolstering with every passing flare
The darkness usurps every last trace of light
As sight progressively wanes with the choking blaze
A wave penetrates, followed by a transient grasp
Before eyes avert and contempt returns in silence
As the seconds trample one another
Once precious minutes evaporate
Sequential hours are lost
And clot into days
The seasons merge into years
Constitute the crawling decades
As our mortal coil flickers
Then slowly quenches
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Ritual
04:15
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A Material God
05:49
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It worships steel, aluminum and graphene conduits
It glorifies mirrors that guide streams of binary light
It adores the ciphers spewing forth at relentless velocity
And follows the path laid bare by unseen insight
O father, its plea is ever heard,
bathe us in thy omniscient light!
O lord, produce of many our generations,
Shower us in thy pristine shafts!
Your blood, it is the inception of our resolve
The purpose that upholds our continuance
Take what is ours and let it fuel your entity
Usurp our will into your immaculate being
Raise your idols higher with every passing day
For we may not ever avert our focus to what lies beyond
Spread your scripture to the far edges of our world
For none in existence should remain in ignorance of your word
Temper what once spread warmth through our shared veins
For we should no longer want for antiquated virtues
Praise the million names of our material god!
Praise the million names of our material god!
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Ruin
05:59
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Here it stands in utter denial
Stranded where opinion trumped fact
Lost amongst the ruins
Where all hope was abandoned
It collectively celebrated
Those who proved least competent
Degenerates in adoration of being force-fed
With cravings for quantity over quality
Why adopt the burden of another,
When one might bathe in profusion?
Why end this lineage,
If continuance bears such gratification?
An ever-waltzing marriage of illiterate minds
Dancing in dissonance, flowing with rhythm nor melody
Passing down an ancient message
Its content shred with every passing cycle
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Brood upon brood
Tears at its own flesh
Extracts bone after organ after blood
To unveil what hides within
The hivemind expands
Consumes breath upon breath
Bathing in seas of abandoned dreams
Its structure ever faded into obscurity
The introversion of sacrifice
With time renounced
Of values deprived
Suppressed in nature
Through peer and artificial myth
A self-administered chokehold
Brings greatness through incessant offering
And eternity through selfless extermination
Towards the next frontier!
Towards collective synthesis!
The line between one and any
Gradually, irrevocably, blurs
And the future
Shines ever so bright
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