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A Congregation of Sepulchurs

I. From Here Let the folly of human conceites Slip down and beneath The hollowed out branches of societal roses What garden hath thine been bore into What unwanted rib and limb formed you In this, the fields of Human wreckage The crops of meaning, tall and lost No bounties take form from spring Seeds of undone perception Spinning the tapestry wheel of times ceaseless sewing An effort to cease in knowing II. Form & Void Gaze now, at the congregation of a void Empty as elixr bottles, or the apothecary's promises Know now, that we were bore to this world To be filled with dead men's strange antiquitous tongues No air of our own ever filled our own two lungs Heaven retreated to ethers veins Absence of light, no righteous plight Gave meaning to our whispered voices Our follys, our choices Antiquity's eyes seeing mirages of worldly ties We all but despise, the comfort in our pasts sweet lies Enlightened and disguised, we come to find Our own substance, becomes sepulchric in due time. Passing through, reality to reality As Caron took his tumid fees Bells take their toll, chime by chime The stone of a crypt cracked and moaned As this void came to be of two colors Black and white, paradox's only shades and tones III. What the Ether Said Hath the ether spoke of beings perceptions once, if at all? Of gifts, and curses in senses very own regression A dried land of motion, form and void Blankets of blackness, portraying love of a machine Clockwork Orange grove, grinding cogs to earthly coils This badlands of tombs, each one it's own stony cold womb Birthed naught, but pulses, and near sighted eyes Participatory demise, rewards of tangible worthlessness Shattered the columns of our lost kingdoms Our castles, swallowed by a sea of meanings deathbed. Walk softly in the dusk's garden. Here in a twilight kingdom, of life's fading star The cypress grows tall, amongst the crypts of empty men. It's omens forebear a prophecy of nothing even now, no more than it was then Heartbeats cease, upon a murder of crows flight in mass Vitality now, like the crashes of a turbulent sea come to pass Whisper, speak now, if only now. Shaking hands, reach heaven bound To vainly pluck our world's last Golden Bough. IV.  Nietzschian Lullaby God is dead, in short is what we said Evidence washed in the turn of a century Our reasoning lost, buried in sedimentary of concretes impenetrable seal, still stiring in its bed The right hand of every single one of us bathed in divine Red And in terrestrial night, we hear the whispers of life's terrible and tragic fate What if I told you a demon whispered in my ear "the eternal return holds you here"? Is there any glimer of release? Or should we just move in perpetual fear "There will be time, there will be time" "Do I dare? Do I dare?" Disturb this universe. Interlude- Juddeca Shrugged Star of the morning, dying light of a world's last star Lead home the partakers of the hollow host Of bolgia's trodden path, descend into the blind world The fall and undoing of a millenia furled Hath hope been abandoned upon entrance At the utterance of the poets last spoken sentence Ye who enter here, foresaw there will only be fear Fear of motionless gestures, and whispered voices Droughted throats, hoarse from the prayers to the neon and clockwork The impassioned fools spoke on low in rejoicing Minos' gavel never fell so heavy, never undone so many Circles widdened to receive the thespians of this Mad Theater Juddeca, a mecca of treacherous bliss. The lives of men, betrayed with only a single kiss Adams curse enveloped there, vexed unto sacrificial surrendurance to the autumns offerings To Dis' gate we came, dancing in the flames of primeval love No ears turned upword, no law ruled from above The end is nigh, For all on high V. A Flat Circle Let us walk now, with cautionary steps Into the realm of the true trinity The clocks stop ticking, motion seized Only matter and sentience come to be Superimposed, occupying all it's every occupied Rolling through tracks of recital Here, in this ethereal realm Void, Death, and Time rule the kingdom of kingdoms. The world sighed at the lift of deaths lichen fingers. We, his garden, tended by times ripening breath Grow to be the things death hopes to harvest His bounty is matter, his crop of voice and flesh Void spun it's yarn, tapestry of matter Little did Void know, we came to scarn He and his arts of everything and nothing at all Our kinship with this, a chillingly familiar gene deep call And Death and his pet of Time Drawing lines through all lives We've bore witness to the sphere of our world Into ghostly shells, of conscious presumptuous strings Our steps foretold, our words preordained Labor's of whole lives, in vain, stained with the lessons of antiquity Our sphere, crushed by the glimpse of a bird's eyes Keep waking time and time again, into the things we've always been Vishnu has no hold upon this cyclic pace of Time and space Only from eternity can we see, the flat circle that is all we'll ever come to be.

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Someone once told me 'time is a flat circle'. Everything we've ever done, we're gonna do over and over again.

Rustin Cohle

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"All these still bodies. Each one of them so sure that they were more than the sum of their urges. Useless spinning, tired minds... once the strings are cut, everyone sees, we all fall down" -Rustin Cohle

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That boy was always in a haze No where to love, no where to stay #heygypdigtheslowness #sunshineinabag #sunshinesuperman

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Shout out to puberty for making me hot, thanks

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And I listen, for the voice inside my head... Nothin! I'll do this one myself

I’ll do this one myself

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Where you going to tomorrow? Where you going with the mask I found And I feel, and I feel it when the dogs begin to smell her Will she smell alone?

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Awake on my airplane Awake on my airplane My skin is bare, my skin is theirs I feel like a newborn Kicking and screaming

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someone: don't overreact

me, already digging my grave and shovelling dirt on myself: i'm not

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All this pain is an illusion

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I'll just start owning this I guess... yeah I'm a VERY strong empath.... .-.

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And with the presence of power Comes the rebellion of innocence We're in this all for each other Lifetime reversal in decline Commencing countdown the time has come Battle lines are drawn Commit the ashes back to the earth Lifetime no decline or falling back to the end of the line You've known the secret all along Never stayed where you belong A battleground that you adore A heavy heart in a savage world This is a war with love as a weapon When all that you've lived for is gone Heavily armed stay ready for anything I don't believe the innocent night or day I'm at the mercy of all i say I don't give anything away I don't give anything away - Love as a Weapon

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When did we become these sinking stones? When did we build this broken home? Holding each other like ransom notes Dropping our hearts to grip our brother’s throats You can’t see because you don’t know You’re caught below, beneath your own shadow Stuck inside, half alive Do you ever stop to ask yourself why? Close your mind, identify Do you feel, do you feel? Do you call this a life? All you waited for Drowning just to keep score We always start with good intentions But lose ourselves along the way This is the time that we let it go These are the words that will take us home Singing the song that’s inside us all If we don’t open our eyes we’re walking blind Anchored in anger, we exile ourselves Bitter blood builds our prison cell Darker water now fills our lungs The depths of our heart have blacked the sun You can’t see because you don’t know You’re caught below, beneath your own shadow Stuck inside, half alive Do you ever stop to ask yourself why? Close your mind, identify Do you feel, do you feel? Do you call this a life? All you waited for Drowning just to keep score We always start with good intentions But lose ourselves along the way This is the time that we let it go These are the words that will take us home Singing the song that’s inside us all If we don’t open our eyes we’re walking blind Naked we come, naked we leave Fools we are, to hold tightly We are the jail, we are the key We are free, we are free This is the time that we let it go These are the words that will take us home Singing the song that’s inside us all If we just open our eyes This is the time that we let it go This is the pain we are forced to know Singing the song that’s inside Inside us all, inside us all Walking Blind

Nothing More- This is The Time (Ballast)

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