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March
05:20
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March
Digging your thumbs into the black eyes of a skeletal patronee.
The flicker that sits inside the right eye of a demon that kills for free.
Envy to blame, and the two hands of a sun god that burns eternal.
The want of a blood moon and the water to bathe you like a saint.
A saint.
The ship’s hull and the death that washes over it like an arctic wind.
The two horns that gore you no matter which way you lean.
The envy, the blame and the footsteps of a silent wraith.
The want of a serpent to swallow you whole like a saint.
Shoot for all you despise.
Gun for all that you own.
The straight march that falters.
Digging your thumbs in.
Snipers at five.
The two horns that gore you,
The want of your blood moon.
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Bin Diver
08:12
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Bin Diver
See the golden army.
Hear the truth arrive.
Feel the toil and the splinters.
Broken teeth and bottles.
In the bin we dive.
The sting of agenda.
The rich divide and conquer.
Common law abides.
The pile it breeds and it prospers.
Good intentions with fever.
Walls that couldn't divide,
the cotton wool corpse victims.
The bin diver.
Gerrymander the hellfire.
Let the virus's simmer.
Lies, flies and weakness,
Let the masses reach us.
The stink of agenda.
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Autonaught
04:51
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Autonaught
This machine it kills only fascists,
this sight it tends to stray right.
Meanwhile the sun it sets on our lost souls,
Till we face a stun gun and bite down.
Down.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
Prods and promises that get us up again to look down upon their heels.
This machine it only spears pragmatists.
Recalcitrants and foresight.
We moved a massive mountain by proxy.
Reversed the axis in one, dark, dark night.
Night.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
Prods and promises that get us up again to look down upon their heels.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
Prods and promises that get us up again to look down upon their heels.
A night of long knives.
The spiteful sellers of another artifice that engineers.
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Core Fallen
07:51
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Core Fallen
We gave in to fear and false alchemy.
Hate and hobgoblins, and everyone greener.
And so we erase it all, some will return to form.
Hand over it all, like beacons.
We bent to the will of forced labour.
Bled red but it didn't change, a debt or a rubber stamp.
And so we obey and then, some went and fought again.
Handed over it all, like heathens.
Covetous demons.
Tied to fate and brethren.
Blinded by adrenaline, and plastic magic.
We gave in to fear and false alchemy.
Hate and hobgoblins, and everyone greener.
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Eschaton
06:15
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Eschaton
Never thought we were ever tied to necessity.
Never thought we were privy to a scam.
Never wanted anything to perish, or a narrative that's gonna kill us.
Or an enemy of the common man.
A rock that never required saving, just its inhabitants to lie or fade away.
Morphing into yet another species.
Trying to shape a rock like clay.
Taking money from the means, destroying all the wrong dreams.
With nothing left to save for the winter.
A rock that never required saving, just an acid wash or a baptism of fire.
Or a baptism of water.
Never required saving, not in 60 million years.
But we all plow forward, with our prejudices and fears.
Anthropecene, it's always been, your bad dream.
Your scene.
The oil scene.
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Prion
05:57
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Prion
Fallen and dead last.
Technocracy never showed itself.
The devil that runs the straightest, is always tethered down.
Infect an economy.
False flag nomenclature.
Burning that black line in, acquisitional planning of a geographical hole.
And a shattered shop window.
A short liberty break.
From transhumanist slavery.
Inoperable systems.
Distractions that are planned.
Fallen and dead last.
Till technocracy shows itself.
Till it rears its ion head.
Till it rears its ion head.
Faux activism.
Faux activism installed.
2.8 billion.
2.8 billion paid in full.
Myocarditis.
Thrombosis and prions instead.
When technocracy shows itself, we won't ever see its ion head.
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Esperanto
03:55
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Esperanto
Stabilize and export.
Overthrow and burn.
All greed monikers.
All double terms.
The paradox of grace continues.
The meek shall inherit nothing.
It's liberation's language.
Profits privatised.
The casualties all willing.
Costs are socialized.
Like those of us before them.
The paradox of grace continues.
The meek shall inherit nothing.
It's liberation's language.
Artillery and D-codes.
The vehicle.
One language.
Esperanto.
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The Borer
07:33
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The Borer.
Still boring into the centre.
Solid coal and lithium.
Blind your foot soldier.
Culture war like it or numb.
Never thought to error.
Chose to cautiously rot.
Fighting freedom for sinners.
Celebrating idealogues.
Not.
Does abstination get you a box that you've already bought?
Your elites that put us in it.
The unelected sneer and gawk.
Bleating lambs.
Ambassadors that never talk.
Vultures of a feather.
Coloured rank and victim squawk.
Another week or two.
Another curve flattening shot.
Another answer, destroying a future that's not.
The distraction.
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