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Axe Pendulum
Tethering violently on a million edges chased by voracious chasms fathomless and relentless filled with the echoes of ghosts that shouldn't be there anymore. In the wake of uncertainty the vanquished foe reassembles itself with scraps of my flesh and...
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Internal Processions
You claim that we must look inwards for peace and revelation in this season of death and fear, but what lies in us is a foul sight. Is this a ruse? A way to entrap us in a pit of our own making? To send us back to the dead wombs that gave us shape? to...
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Paths
The Last Judgment - William Blake Wrenched in anger this throat spits chunks of hallowed flesh, salvation once again rejected the bondage of holy consecration despised again. Blasphemy is the sister of clairvoyance desecration is lucidity. But something...
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Seidr
Muero entre cegueras al pie de la puerta de la revelación. Cerca, tan cerca de haber conocido las verdades que se esconden entre aguas turbias de árboles sagrados - un trago saciaría a las oscuridades que consumen los surcos trepidantes de la mente- pero...
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Madrigueras
La gran mentira es la cura, la idea de que todo puede ser sanado, que la sangre se vuelve ámbar sobre las heridas, y que hay solemnidad en el dolor. Negruras profundas y turbulentas arrastran al corazón en las mareas del sueño. Vendo con feroz descaro...
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Cursed
"...Lord knows I was fucked from birth. Lord give me death" Pulling Teeth - From birth (Taken from the album "Funerary") The age old question of why the path is chosen has many mouths and all of them bathe me in scornful truths. Curses, inherited anger...
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An ode to a traitor
What do you know of love, my sweet friend? you spit vinegar on my wounds and call it healing You sink your fingers into my lungs and claim to embrace me in times of need You peddled lies and I bought them in spades. I paid with secrets bargained a fool's...
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Umbra Noctis
At the shores of a formless boundary where water cleanses the bodies of the lost and the stones are bleached under three wandering suns my mind parched by merciless thirst drags itself through scorching sands looking for a nexus where time and blood collide...
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Baggage
Harley Flanagan drumming for "The Stimulators" when he was around ten or twelve years old. The things we were when weakness was all we knew refuse to die and they pop up every once in a while to remind us that we haven´t changed that much. I´ll talk about...
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Noise Labyrinths
The rites of normalcy are exhausting. I am expected to rein in this sea of crackling distortion every morning and present a somewhat contained organized balanced version of myself and the joy and energy of my being -perhaps a remnant of an age of innocence...
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¿Para que sirve el punk en tiempos de desesperanza?
"Ya no queda alternativa No tenemos solución El futuro inmediato Es la destrucción" R.I.P - Última Generación Preguntarse por los factores que le han permitido al punk mantenerse vigente por ya casi más de 40 años conduce a una respuesta paradójica: el...
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Hija de Lucrecia
The Death of Lucretia - Ludovico Mazzanti "¡Oh! ¡He perdido lo que me hacía desear la vida; ya no debo, por tanto, temer la muerte! Borrando con ella esta mancha, doy al menos a mi libra de oprobio un galón de honor, una vida muriente a una viviente infamia!"...
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Glaschu
I grow tired of memory. Mason stones and washed-out walls, piles upon piles of abandoned cement a certain dreariness, swallowing the air a constant exhalation of misery, of summers drenched in rain. It echoed home, an aspect of something meant to be -alas,...
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Variation VI: Ruination
Bodies bound in service to promises of salvation shed their blood on unhallowed grounds where the dim memory of peace wails away in fruitless wrath. Atop the hills of desolation men made holy by their own ignorance speak in wordless tongues to save the...
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Variation III: Subdued Beasts
Living right under the crumbling empire Death holds the world in chains, dragged in the dirt behind him. Burning for change, earning nothing, learning to hate Incendiary - Zeitgeist The song of defeated will shall be sung forever time and time again until...
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Pilares
Recuerda la mano de tu padre hurgando tus entrañas revolviendo las masas de tu sexo casto. Recuerda su lengua escupiendo ácido su miembro asfixiándote condenándote a la penitencia silenciosa del placer impuesto como un clavo sobre una cruz mutilada. No...
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Variation VI: Forlorn Hopes
To the hazy eyed boy who dreamt of leaping into space and becoming one with the stars and to the girl who summoned the arts of war and rejected the crown that had enslaved the women before her, we salute you from the far reaches of the future and the...
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True Colors
Crawl back to the source of despair where the hunger that gave birth to the potency of your anger lies waiting for your return. Choke your loved ones with their own tongues so that they can see you for who you are, burn down the things you built and forge...
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Lousy Little Poems
"You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin'" Leonard Cohen-The Future Index of Poems below The Mighty SSD, burning...
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Variation V: Rosary of Graves
Many a-times the flesh wounded beyond repair to satisfy the hunger of countless lustful mouths. I, the resu rrec tor. I, the bro ken lip Do you remember me? I don´t. A silhoutte of what the body was remains in your bedsheet a nail clings to your back...
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Persistence of Self
I. I. I. I. If it´s not about me it shouldn´t be about anyone. I´m unique and gorgeous, like an orchard vomiting purple dreams over the freshly cut grass of April. I´m the muse of Lord Byron´s corpse. I´m the wet dream that drenches the thighs of the...
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Tension
You know the story of my birth; of the horrid gash I inflicted on my mother´s flesh to let her know that I had arrived to eat all her dreams so that I could fulfill mine. But you know not of my resurrection, of the wicked reversals that I played upon...
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Privileges
I stand here atop the rubble of a once glorious life facing death and its gambits basking in the plethora of ways that I can sever the golden thread of my life. Should I go to the bullets that destroy the faces of small, brown children in the corners...
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Glass Eye
I see what wasn´t. A shadow of something that no longer lives with me looks back at me from the bottom of the screen. I see what isn´t, a boy pretending to be a man hiding his desperation with a party smile that fools no one but himself. I see what is...
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Las Degeneraciones
"Tengo llagas profundas que ni siquiera ha podido curar el tiempo" Lupus- Llagas, del álbum "La Mentira" Cuando se siente a cenar en familia recuerde no mirar directamente a los ojos al tío que en plena borrachera exclamó que todos los maricones merecían...