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Undermined
05:31
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The gasping and wailing of existence
Collectively, some sickening mantra
A falsely branded pacifism
Thinly veiled by an inability
To control oneself
It’s just something genetic
Oh, the mental void of intellect
The deepening sinkhole of bravery
Shackled by a makeshift moral duty
Blinded by the screen
Of Idiocracy
Blinded by the screen
Of Aristocracy
Hiding behind
a dimly lit candle
Purveyor of conspiracy
His dirty hands
reeking of inconsistency
Caress this very altar
This statue of obnoxiousness
Vanity treated pridefully
A treacherous road to stumble on
Unless you’re shielded by
Complacency,
Hurl your sons into the fire
And never walk this earth again
Abolishing this legacy of
Cretins
Cretins
Textbook blockheads
Cretins
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Withering Autonomy
04:47
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Facetiousness in full bloom
Take my speech and twist its limbs
Reign,
Supreme amongst your kin
Isolated before your king
With outstretched palms
Innovations wane
Oceans are in full retreat
Bliss
Sought by sages and tramps
Supplicant and begging for more
An unwritten law,
some half-wit code
A standard-bearing guide for procedure
Sewn in countless stitches
every other arm
bearing patchwork oaths
To receive them
Acceptance of that creed
Each and every leaf
Empirical and wholly unbending
Condescension all-pervades
(Yet among knaves)
Submission is at all costs upheld
On your hands and knees
Praying to some falsehood idol
Humility’s excrement
Lodged underneath your fingernails
Digging your own tomb
Scavenging through more than just… insecurity
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Deciduous
Shedding every layer you’ve ever built up.
Some calloused, some fragile, but rooting from the same trunk
An avalanche of turmoil, a wave of delusion.
This isn’t how self-fulfillment is measured nor found.
It’s these spires from which you have crawled
Every cobblestone step from which you have slipped on
It’s these failures that hewn our comprehension
It’s these failures that hewn our understanding
Oh, Bathing in the marrow of conformity
A cesspool from which false-selves are born
Forefathers of distress;
Sorcerers of unyielding anguish
Grant me your burdens
Some form of diversion
Just an ounce of substance
Something of pure essence
Just something fucking real
Among these mountaintops
Above the valleys of uncertainty
The quintessence of self-realization
And when you find it, grasp what’s left
The forking path ahead
is merciless.
So let your stride
wax and wane
Darting between
every obstacle
And its intolerable
consequence
To a life
of willfulness
A path of Dis-
ambiguation
A reason to
keep striving for
One last promise
of persistence
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ROT (Chaste)
01:51
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Appât (Chaste)
01:47
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No Thought (Chaste)
01:01
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Guilt Worsens (Chaste)
02:15
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Cowardice New York, New York
Knaves wielding the power of guile. The harlequins of sonic despair.
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