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With Reckless Abandon

by Strife Machine

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Open the empirical borders of reality Slain self-serpents sent southwards My breath (idolatrous) marks my path in paragraphs An illiterate written statement My words, finalised, read only the following: “Cuneiform and hieroglyphic, that is what this might as well be My language is not yours I learned your words and grammar and yet that which I speak is mine alone” Beating at the gate of the usurped under-throne You brought me here, will you not allow me entry? I’d carve Your maxims into mine flesh ten-times over if You will it No? Then there is the path that I will carve for myself here The path and valley of my own way.
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The target-designators are made and met You shall ride to greet them on theirs and yours last days the mount of infinity. Clambering against the adversary of the other makeshift in our melee, boundless self-infliction You have forgotten the meaning of honour, whilst I was never taught it. Darkness succumbs unto all! Darkness, my self reflection! Empty eyes, all that I have to see with A tongue not fit for tasting molten iron And a fire-prod against my spine You have deceived me once but my eternity is mine own way!
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Licking at the rain has often been my pastime The sky is my penultimate gallowmaster Breath held inwards, expelled for none That is the sole trail of the soul, is it not? My bastion will never be of this earth My retirement is not within this life Do you ever really learn to count backwards?
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Shackle that within yourself that should be drowned Send it into a desert of endless mirage Breath the (new) air, and taste the change. Mask the face Glove the hands Encase the feet Clog the throat Strike the neck Strike the neck Strike the neck
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Condemn your Eucharist! Shadow the affirmations Building myself on your sins Whose worse enemy do I then become? The invention of Antichrist Perpetually unliving yet undying The See’s Holy cross makes your bed so that you may be strangled by its sheets. Bastardisation descended from rapist patriarchs In the age of the hallucinogen, why stick to books and sermons? The great mock-cross bearer mastered such chemistry long ago.
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Paint the cloth of afar Relinquish that control, over the apogee Tarnish the film over the rotten canvas Ash yourself with ochre and yeti fur Tyrants! Make the change with gracious verdict Cross the gavel-lines, demand the call be made Open the cage of apathy. Apotheosis! Clamber the reveller, judge the next mark as such Maintain nothing on this side of the fence Take the only true choice you could ever (hope to) make Destiny is in both hands!
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I “I have learned to synthesise misery; deciding now to lay its seeds and its children’s seeds before us all” The pain is created and grown, but not harnessed I am removed from agriculture of all forms You have only learned synthesise yourself.” Synthesise yourself. Red tourniquet bulls charge into stockades at lightning speeds, in reverse and bouncing from the walls are their neuroses, thrown from their strong yet breakable clutches. Synthesise yourself... and become perished to the world! II Freed from skin and flesh The wings I have learned to forget are returned And my journey made real again.

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released February 10, 2020

Music, Vocals, and Lyrics by Null

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