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Deus Ex Machinooze
02:49
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Auto-Cannibal. Each second: A vulture. Collapse, collapse. Time suffocates itself. Crushed under; destructor. A thousand setting suns. Wrought. Surrender. Woven tendrils come undone. Cut the throat of your life. One’s own annihilation. Gut the swine of the self. Self obliteration. Tethered to plastic corpse of our own viscera. Drowning in irony. We are that which we despise. Beget by the will of the forked tongue. Crude oil in each of our fangs. In this venom we come undone. Bleak is the will of my kingdom. Lay to fucking waste. Blind the wandering eye of god. Shed and terminate this Epoch of decay. One for all for none. This is my kingdom.
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Gouroboros
03:28
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Wretched illusions of places unknown. Awaken my children, fuse sinew and bone. A foul creation of oozing design. Contorting and twisting in a haze most malign. Damned beasts. Witness the horrors of the divine. Sanctimonious blatherings- Spew forth the slime. Vile disgraces know not of their sin, yet the corruption flourishes within. Craven, parasitic low-life scum. Feasting on the flesh of their own young. Praying to grotesque graven images. Scourging magick of the crone and witch. A fallow womb, withered away. Fingers tracing the rites into the decay. The brooding wretch evoking endless night. A creeping plague and looming blight. Arise my unholy son. Magick, slime and flesh unite as one. Craven, wretched worms
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Root & Phlegm
02:32
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Rotted stems twist and converge. Rancid phlegm bleeds into Earth. Sowing seeds in fields of bones. Feasting on sour fruit atop your throne. Taking root in spinal cords. Tendrils creep inward to the core. Poison seeps into swollen veins. Tear the root out from the stem. Anoint the bastard in primeval phlegm. Poison seeps into swollen veins, Rotting flesh, lungs, heart and brain. Knees collapsing beneath the crushing weight. Paralyzed in its wake. Root out the scourge.
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Gnarciscyst
02:21
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My greed, it knows no morals when regarding humankind. I am the holy shepard leading prayer to deaf, dumb, and blind. Peons kneel and wail at my shrine, for their sanity is what they all have left behind. Embrace my entropy as a perfect system as if it were all by design. My power creeps through eons eclipsing space and time. Your ego is now forfeit to satisfying mine. My lies creep into slumber though you are not yet dreaming. Flawless planning and delivery climax my patient scheming. I am the Gnarciscyst.
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Twilight of the Idyll
02:06
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Bow your head; bare your neck
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Ooze it or Lose it
03:00
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Resign. Prostrate before eternal gods of slime. Dimensional refractions eclipse time. Eviscerated zero sum as Xeno Ooze becomes. Weaving in and out of consciousness. Neurons convolute to coexist. Will of One melds to synapses. Bow your head. Echelons bearing golden crowns. Fall in line, as they weigh you down. Submit to idols on hallowed ground. Bare your neck. Relinquish to this eternal slime. And within its aeons, even death may die. Destroy. Fracture this construct of sleep. Reveal the cracks between. Reawaken the will of One as Xeno Ooze becomes. Dripping sludge of infinity. Drown this false reality. In annihilation divine, usurp, destroy, arise.
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Thy Kingdom Scum
03:19
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Sickening euphoria. Bones fracture under the stress. Lying still upon decay. Bated breath beneath the sword. Caving, it’s caving in. Growing breadth, it’s caving in. It’s falling into fucking pieces. Savior through sacrifice shards of pieces of hell. Nothing at all to numb the pain. A goat with head held high, eager ready for death. There will be no return. A Lithophiliac. This is the will, the way of thy kingdom scum. Eradicate, fuck this race, fuck this state of being. Blast the face. End this place. End this putrid seething. Split an atom; break the cycle. The walls are drawing ever closer. Blackened winter; fields of clover. As the bottom falls out, again. All for none as the end comes. Thy swill is done, thy kingdom scum.
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Radical Putrefaction
01:44
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Demagogues of verminous thought. Full on fuck off. Drown in your trough. Smile, hopeless as fetid hands choke us. So grotesque, so fucking pointless. Now disappear, there is nothing left for you here. Reaching towards the sky with a skeletal arm. An ever-clenched fist, to hope is to harm. A final descent. We have mirrored defeat and this is the end, the means are deceased. Rotten gears slip. Worthlessness earned. Nothing, to nothing, from nothing returns. Can you feel death? You will know the end.
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Swillbirth
00:48
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Rise transdimensional god, sever fabric of existence. Forge transmutation of time, architect of iron prison. Destroy the swill. Will deconstruction of space, harbinger of desolation burn the parasitic decay? Rid the scourge that is reality. Awed by the crumbling happening so suddenly- Of the great monolith. Crowds in hysteria. Parasitic symbiosis fusing as one violently. Shrouded by the veil of dreams - transcending.
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Nauseam A.D.
03:15
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"I lie still, suffocating in the cloying atrament creeping into my lungs, my stomach, under my skin and behind my eyes into my skull. The soil beneath me writhes in the rainfall. Doomed is a man obsessed if he finds that truth for which he seeks. In opening eyes, blindness gives way to visions of impossible horrors nested in the hidden seams of reality which are revealed as they come apart. As I come apart over and over again, ad nauseam."
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