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Vermin's Algorithm
06:14
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VERMIN'S ALGORITHM
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there's this being
hiding from human sight
making its way up creeping
morphing soil into daylight
aiming to break the ceiling
wide awake at night
blindfold from hunting instincts
winding head towards the sky
no shiver
can take away
this pulsing fever
of fading out
with zest and zeal
nocturnal is drinking her dry
limbs and claws in flesh appeal
brittle vox unable to cry
fangs dive ancestry
worming nature's about to die
eventually reaching descent
so she's better off not to try
no shiver
can take away
this pulsing fever
of fading out
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Sticks & Stones
04:05
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STICKS & STONES
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early morning ten tie sturdy boots
but way too loose
an ascension named after Grim Reaper
but wayfarers keep marching deep and deeper
[ I wonder what awaits us on this hike
will anything new happen ]
and the last sentence of the final entry reads
it is difficult to imagine such a comfort on the ridge
with shrill howling wind
hundreds of miles away
away, away from human settlements
whilst cold war draws hundreds upon hundreds of aerial cascades
[ you're not important
get used to it ]
cause of death was an unknown compelling force, it says
which the mountaineers in cedar trees were unable to overcome
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3. |
The Greater Miracle
04:21
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THE GREATER MIRACLE
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what's the final sound you hear when about to subside
death brings HATTA, is a cold white face at night
back in time this day seemed unutterable far
it's where dad and gramps live, somewhere else, but they are
neither ray nor shade
he'll ever be
that's the world's most brilliant tragedy
presence so blemished
tomorrow in mere crest
as a hollow sorrow climbs up his chest
what's the initial sound you hear when coming to life
birth brings MANNA, is a warm embrace of light
nowadays you see under his skin
sweet idleness seems to be the only sin
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Fold, Harvested
06:08
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FOLD, HARVESTED
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wrapped in linen
aseptic sheets
harshest of lights
awaiting the blade
watching my woman fade away
mr. unknown sends me to sleep
so, they cut me open
scrape all that's already dead
and the vivid as well
my woman is forever lost
the mother within withered for good
fractured yet unbroken
sister propofol walks in
I already passed while she strokes my forehead
blooming against rotting
growth vs. standstill
one foot in the treadmill
a hand on the tow
blooming against rotting
growth vs. standstill
one foot in the treadmill
a hand on the tow
watching
my woman
my woman
is lost
is forever
lost
lost
rotting
rotting
rotting
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