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Thoughts From A Stone
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Through death we part
I breathe an awakening of life among the bloated
The twisted and torn
The blackened unborn
A shimmering glimmer of hope
Bestowed upon new beginnings
Tragedies abstained and sorrows bane
Absolved are those with grim endeavors
Cheats and liars and murderous brethren
Behold your shameful ways
I love you just the same
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The silence and gloom
Become lighter shades of itself
Opening a new way
For the few that fostered
Timeworn crafts
The spoken mysteries aligned
With cosmic celebrations
While the heavens
As they were known
Blistered the sky
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Sculpting this vision
A desire to influence
They must learn
They need punishment
Bleed before their Gods
Their backs remain broken
I confront their resolve
And smother them like dolls
Crushed, beneath the weight of it
Marred, by the very essence of it
Scarred, by the holy belief in it
Nothing but death, do I see in it
The monoliths oppressiveness
No amount of flowers, can save you
They only grace, your graves
Your tributes are abundant, yet futile
Submit under heavy prayer
Words of proclamation
They suffer beautifully
Endure unbelievable pain
Hang the many from the gallows
Burn the bodies by the bellows
The good willed
The feeble minded
All Ablaze
Rise from the smoke, proclaimed messiah
Make haste, spread thine arms wide
Conquer the sun with Godspeed
O’ beloved idol of obsidian delights
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Plant your thumb of disease
Spread its filth across mankind
No matter who the name
No matter such sacred purposes
Roses signify confusion
The more of them, the better
Succumb through petals torn
Damned, divided, weary, trampled,
brittle and worn
All Ablaze
Deny nothing, deny not
Save no one, save none
Fulfill despotic desires
Spare not a seed, not a seed
Crushed beneath the weight of it
Marred by the very essence of it
Scarred by the holy belief in it
Nothing but death do I see in it
The monoliths oppressiveness
No amount of flowers can save you
They only grace your graves
Your tributes are abundant, yet futile
Crushed
Marred
Scarred
Nothing
Nothing but death
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Mother, dreamer, Mother, redeemer
Hunger for blessed communion earth
Inferno, coals, ash, rebirth
Mother you lie not with me
May you not pervert my soul
May you not suffer our
Made up sins and wickedness
We summon thee, we summon thee
Great deceiver, order of darkness
Origin Growth Become
Fail Wither Relent
Origin Growth Become
Fail Wither Relent
Give up your reasoning
The sheer weight of all flesh
A blemish on your beliefs
Consumed by strife
Blasphemous loss of life
A toll worthy of reckoning
Give up your reasoning
The sheer weight of all flesh
Expend less energy
Purge and refresh
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We are
As low as the bottom
Inferior of all
We are
As low as the bottom
Inferior of all
Never shall we emerge from this place
Thoughts from a stone
Unremembered by those that sit the throne
Grieved by irrelevance and denial
Thoughts from a stone
Ignored by the fools that sit the throne
We are
As low as the bottom
Inferior of all
Scourged with misfortune and disgrace
As we lay dying
Thoughts from a stone
Unremembered by those that sit the throne
Thoughts from a stone
Ignored by the fools that sit
the throne
Reign in excellence
Dominate through faith
Control by fear
I will be your light bearer
Perish
Crushed
Marred
Scarred
Nothing
Nothing ...
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