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The Archer
02:02
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the knight who controls the skies
sends his legion into the cumulus clouds
his targets look up to see the mechanical dragons
who will turn their children's bodies to dust
and rain hellfire down upon their healer's hands
the archers stand like vultures to dead meat
mothers clutch their children to their breasts
and prey for the nightmare to end
to the winds which speak of peaceful dreams
they follow the path only to find
their woes washed away within an inferno
screaming and begging to the flames
like a prisoner to their execution
as bullets tear though their flesh like paper
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Crowmaster
03:20
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The ruins of a man whom screamed silent screams in a seamless continuum of misery
yet still smiled at the rain which fell from above in a defiant stance of resilience
a mentor, a friend, and a brother, a tattered and torn man
who once stood vigorous and incalculable now grown feeble and pathosis
the angel of deaths bones have become ragged dropping his scythe
the crows wings have become grizzled too fossilized to fly
those eyes closed for the last time
the hands of times continue to move, soon just fond memories
but the pain will linger like a shadow on the inside
which I will carry until our reunion in the next life my reclusive friend
away from the mass slavery nations where no gods nor masters desecrate
“Its just A fever dream which I could only hope to awaken”
Another lie I tell myself in hopes that you'll be stood there waiting for me
a selfish longing to have one more day, one last time
to heal the burning pains in which were scorned upon me
though secrets, lies and scrutiny,
the materials possessions will never replace what I lost
when those eyes closed for the last time
The crows offer a loyal caw to the black night sky they know that you are near
hidden within the shadows of eternal sleepers transcending the moral plains
you now fly among them and may you glide forever free from the misery and pain
we will speak again of those memories which we shared
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Fractured Hills
03:32
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These grounds contain ashes in which we cannot see yet we feel their presence
in our ignorant pride we calm it is ours and ours alone, by heritage and right
that it was a great bounty in which was bestow upon us like a fathers gift to a favored child
bestowed by thievery and a colonialism conquest taken and stolen under the same pride
the sun never set on this pride for in darkness ruination will shadow our hearts
and so desperately would we cling to the cliff we'd throw our own kin below just to survive
buried under our pride is the fear that the bodies of the corpses will be unearthed
but we'll dismiss whatever foams from the broken corpses mouths
the clown must never be seen to cry its dancing must never stop the mask must never break
this idol can't fall from its ivory tower no matter what beast roars from the nightmare past
no matter how many children tears, ignorant to ourselves as both cattle and slave we must remain
for that is the nature of the gears in which our culture is built
deprive the thirsty of water, whilst laughing in there face
whilst under the guise of a moral human being
rats scurrying and climbing to the top whilst biting other rats in the back
whilst ignorant to the blood on its fangs as it takes what it chooses
and leaves a trail of misery in its wake with no fear of retaliation whilst we scream in agony
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Discarcer Nottingham, UK
miserable music by miserable sods for other miserable sods
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