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under the vast cloud somewhere between the ages
without the sharpened eye of the judge
where justice is closer to death than to herself
silenced by the march
where crows and sparrows meet on the near rotten branch
not hid by the sun nor the moondawn,
touched by idle and helplesness
yes - the executioner is not nameless!
there is no sentece for the unjust,
no voices remained between the grass,
lament of pain and disgust
slips by - unnoticed
while twin is covered in blood
millions deny the fact
and march under new banner
not told where to stop
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Iść
03:22
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Iść...
Iść...wciąż...stąd...
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Supposed eudaimonia
08:42
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as if it is achievable,
as if the whole set of words wasn’t just a lie
slithery like medusas curls
and saliva of Persephone
as if the promises you’ve made yourself
weren’t as empty as vanitas vessels,
I've looked beyond the ancient cave and
everything is made to extend the will to exist
I’d rather drink Dionysus wine than strum Apollos lyre,
born in promethean fire,
behold!
I’d rather drink Dionysus wine than strum Apollos lyre
we will see your rotten corpse in Hades
without a coin to repent your sins
and with your purpose left behind
so far that in terms of time forever it seems
I’d rather drink Dionysus wine than strum Apollos lyre,
born in promethean fire,
behold!
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Architecture terrible
07:45
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we've put fences around our necks to strangle with pleasure,
muzzles from contracts, papercuts on wrists,
with beautiful view of conrete spikes -
- wolf pits surrounding us as a drastic measure
to peel our kin from skin, to pierce their hearts,
to petrify ones dignity and to make them bow
i am more homeless than a man of fortune
and will always be, naked in proud posture,
not covered in false cape of capitals mercy,
spitting against the wind up to the sky -
- to rebel is to live, to live is to breed anger,
to form it into yet unspeakable structures
which are counterweight to opression - opression
that builds its monuments from... conrete and glass!
when we raised the black cobblestone towers
we told ourselves truth about ourselves
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Eternal decadency
08:19
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today we drink health of eternal decadency
stumbling larvae pulled by the rope -
- they don't know the real fall...yet!
in the distance - immortal kindred faces
and dirty criminal hands
near - even identical flesh
with same disturbing sight,
after all - the gap between time and space can be sealed
they draw many faces and many names to flow through existance as
in neverending cycle of charade and spitting on masks
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Tired
03:31
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Stain on a pale cloth
01:42
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Fumes of frustration
05:05
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there is something that can't bash through your throat,
something you can't define and can't stand,
something that rips your heart into pieces
and pierces your mind into paste
tireless lodger, lonely traveler
that leaves fire by his footsteps
and stench of mustiness
bow before him like now and before!
don't even imagine tearing him out
cause his will is yours, and commands are all
he will manifest through sleepless nights
and gloomy days forever
there is only a matter of agreement upon the case
and there is silence between screams
like the clearing after storm
but each step taken is devoured by the void within the soul
and you just fall on your back
even though shouts are reduced to whispers
in the end pinch of hapiness is worth dying for
even though unstable, rotten... and delusional
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Satanizm jest humanizmem
01:52
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dantur ei claves putei abyssi
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Nausea
05:50
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there was a slight moment where i had peace
with merely hitch, that feeling is a process and not a state
so i dwell astray within the enigmatic space
escaping whenever i can not to suffocate
covered in piss of a small town, drenched in swill of a city
nausea!
tempted by the odds, crushed by reality
nasea!
breathing only smog - forgetting the oxygen
nausea!
cause eyes of the tormented see more
nausea!
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We melt
03:37
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down we go, melt!
road with no return!
don't look away -
- it will devour you!
you have no choice
take my hand
and down we go
to melt...
we are melting and we are doing nothing
and that's the end of the geist,
this is the way that we were crawling on
and now we can rest and wait
eternally...
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12. |
Lemniscate
02:52
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