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Perishing in Muted Reality

by Hexalter

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Rapturous war machine Spiraling war tusk Sequencing into dust Injecting coffinite, green salt He who wouldn’t want me to give him shelter My luminous reptile with the smile of a goat Tearing deep into the veins of earthly pleasure Celestial vitality in pangs of lust and love Injecting dark seminal fluids Filled with Satanic might Glowing blasphemic knowledge Pulsing to the core Rapturous war machine Capturing rhythmic pulses Disrupting the flow of earth Spiraling war tusk Gleaming uranium underworld Spew forth the winged beasts anew Scarring teeth within the mantle Erupt from Danakil Hellish mutations of bones and flesh ensnare the book Ensnare the book New species arise Become the rook Fortified by fire Winding bullets, winding flares Spiraling artillery, tearing through the smoke
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Paths are scorched Into the globe Elusive angels engulf the throne For our minds are weak and plentiful Parasites taking from the gracious host I did not know if it was dream I saw his face in the crowd and turned away Did i become him or did he become me Lost engineer of the galaxy Chariots of alien form Descend upon, experiment Indoctrinate the lesser form Subjugate Penetrating psychic entrances Flay the old mind It’s pulling me into sleep but it’s pulling me in too deep
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Black hole conception Tearing limbs apart, perceiving That which cannot be A broken chemistry Weaving Conjuring broken hierophants Idols of perversion Braving storms of stone Capital punishment Pulling us down into worlds Breaking backwards Captured in portraits of misery For which to look and reflect With melting eyes Crushed by the weight of a god, bending Which doesn’t exist Whores of divine mercy Mend and coddle thee (believing) Filled with a sense of gluttonous guilt Gorging on blood from wounds of self infliction (so relieving) Our heroes stoned to death Legs pulled behind ears To show you what you’re missing Living inside your fears
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Underneath the wounded seams Purpose is a flowering beam Servants are cackling into your sleep Ghouls are ascending, tearing at the walls Hammering into every morsel of the brain Reverberating cries of depravity Throbbing organs undulating i hand this beating curse to you Underneath a fleeting dream Pulsing rifts between the senses Spreading a disease of cognitive dissonance Nuclear fire, the trumpets blaring Leprous ears crumbling World destroyers answering the call Invertebrate, exoskeletal, undead forms Our minds, infertile Susceptible to inorganic mutations

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released September 6, 2021

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