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Mudsucker
03:36
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The end of the road has finally come
My body lay still
My mind becomes numb
I think of times
The glorious past
My final breath comes
Dismal silence at last
This is my dirge
Remember me if you will
In the end
I don’t fucking care
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The Omega Syndicate
02:49
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I can hear them yelling, from streets to rooftops
That the end is coming
That the syndicate has arrived
As if Jesus himself had appeared,
The mob descends to their knees
Begging for Omega
Praying for the stars to align
In the end, there is no pity
Only curiosity
Why does humanity always seek the end?
Judge all things except for themselves
Awaiting the end-times without doubt
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Spiritual Fracture
09:58
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Duality (A Reading)
01:58
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There is land beyond Death
Far above the broken hopes
Past the tangled vines of dream
Wings of honor guide the journey
Virtue remaining the last ambition
Servitude, the greatest mortal coil
Solace found only in the last expiration
A keeper stands at the gate, foreboding judgment
Oblique is his grin, with eyes that pierce the veil of intention
In his left hand, a gnarled oaken staff
In his right, Spiritus Mundi flows like an open wound
Seeping whispers conflicting faith and logic
The words of grace exalt the soul as entry is permitted
Quenched from above, providing nourishment from below
Transitioning flesh into bone, and bone into nothingness
Life would appear to have dispersed this place
But only consciousness has faded into obscurity
Human Anatomy recycled into the earth, flourishing new life
Energy transferred into the cosmos
A discovery that Man has not been privileged
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Degenerate Hooves
03:01
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Created in his image
I kneel onto the ground
Embrace the beast within
I am gifted with hooves
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Becoming the Godhead
06:36
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I raise my hands to the sky
Withered, prepared to die
Final thoughts through my mind
Flow slowly into mist
That shields my eyes
My truth has never felt so real
Gaze upon me, Judas
For I am your shadow
Condescending right from wrong
To the lions I throw my soul
Trumpeters play no more
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