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Pterosaur
05:32
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Arise you great behemoths
Sigh for the restlessness to come, to change your world
Awaken from your telluric slumber
Greet the new dawn of your winged civilization
Spread those wings
Take the air
Your time has come
To reach new heights
Above all
Behold your vast empire, an earth still forming,
To be brought to potential, for you to mould, for your taking
No other such being has come before you
To wield such power, the apex of history
Spread those wings
Take the air
Your time has come
To reach new heights
Above all
An era
You domine
Reign in the skies
For all time
Pterosaur
Embrace your throne, adorn your crown
Take your sovereignty over the gravity bound
Your rule of the great reptiles is one of destiny
No creature will ever scale your range
The zenith of the aerial, you were born to take the peak
To create the greatest society, to stretch your wings and take flight
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Image Shifter
05:44
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Break it down into its parts, unfold its secrets
Splayed open for all to see, to process and understand
Digest its magic, its hidden inner workings
To unconceal its core, and reveal its qualitative being
Unearth the hidden method laying silent behind the voice
Count the rhythmic spasms, bring order to the sphere of chaos
Make sense of disharmony, bring life to dissonance
Simplicity conjured from the depths of madness, foundation within oddity
Archeologists of sound, we find structure in anarchy
Converse with Apollo and Dionysus
Revelation in what has been done
Divination of our idols’ works
We read, we take, we study to learn
We shift the image to form our own
We analyze from those revered
We wear these structures on our sleeves in undying praise
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Caverns of Hate
05:36
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Those eyes who view in violence
Slashing and subdividing unity
A petty ignorance they cling to
Only surface values do they believe in
Whining, crying, always complaining
They move in idiocy
Yelling, screaming, never listening
No thought behind their tongue
Blaming, hating, ever dividing
A vacuous bigotry
They all are cankers upon life
Domine of the weak, they congregate
En masse to spew their vitriol
Ejecting venom from every pore like viruses bursting,
Suppurating their disease
Unstable, off balance, leaning to the right
Sickened, rabid, infecting the weak with their blight
Deaf to reason, blind to shame
Stuck in an endless bog of ignorance
Backwards in thought, broken inside
Sequestered from all rationality
They all dwell in caverns of hate
Impurity they decry, segregation their goal
To further distance themselves from a global community
They languish in other, wither in culture
Yet are unable to see their own void from humanity
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A Cellular Revolt
07:52
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Feel it quaking within your bones, reverberating, trembling, a seismic force pulsing in calcium, rooted deep within
Poised to rattle throughout the core, dismantling living rigidity, to send us hunching, defeated, down to our broken feet
Coursing throughout each our skin, like a maddening troupe, the voracious ravagers of youth whose sole aim to bring decay, dissolve the internal structure
Breakers of elasticity, of regeneration and function, creators of valleys and deformity, the destruction of our outer image
A cellular revolt, coups d’état aimed against the host, dismantling
Conspiring with time to erode the system of our being, a steady decline through life
We all are finite baggage, brought into this world only to expire, our immanent perishability a core component of our being, the telos to our embodiment
Created to self-destruct, internal masochist, the body knows only a creeping death, always poised to thwart the denial of temporality, accepting the limits of the flesh to our lived detriment
Degradation of memory, the blind firing of broken neurons, a loss of meaning, an absence of stability in the mind
Rampant confusion, madness, bereft of words, a relapse to infancy, stripping us of all our prowess, leaving us to quiver in senility
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5. |
Loom Weaver
07:33
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Weaving through every life an unforgiving yarn
Its tendrils wrapping and coiling, seizing all in its path
A fabric dark, bereft of any inclination of hope
A string of woes and depression always looking to imprint
The shuttle dancing across our lives, picking away, turning us inside out, raising up from our depths the monsters laying in darkness
The warp and weft of our many states, a constant flux between health and disease, uprooting and removing all sense of equilibrium
I watch – I sew demise
I ruin all lives – I the loom weaver
Presiding over your life as if threading destiny, a crafting demiurge of negativity, a seamstress of only wicked cloth
Following schemata made only to damn, a blueprint for misery and anguish, it weaves stress into the flesh, branding us with its mission
Tireless it feeds the machine, each strand a day, each pattern a life to curse
With every pass we are battened down by disappointment and tragedy, removing our lofty ambitions and miring us in defeat
We cannot escape this crippling tapestry
Our lives will always be woven in misery
We are forever intertwined in its gloom
Our being the unending thread to its loom
Tangled within its creation we are held prisoner to its desire - its need to blight life
Weaving, looping us back and forth it toys with our triumphs and agonies, delights in our strain
Stitched into this lived textile hell; we enslaved to its chosen patterning, a device of fate
The loom weaver our demon of demise
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6. |
Beast of Burden
10:02
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Lumbering onward, encircling, repeating
Trampling down on old tracks with each step
A wheel of regret, of memory
Coiling around ad nauseum
The crack of bones, trembling, shaking
Straining beneath the unbearable weight
Quaking legs, hunched back
Plastered grimace beneath tightly shut eyes that still see
Our past mistakes weigh us down
Barreling upon us at any moment
Anxieties and challenges strapped to our backs
Steadily crushing us beasts of burden
Roaming, searching, never ceasing
We are strung up, forcefully dragged along
Saddled, mounted, bound and broken
We are hobbled, each claimed by our past
This old body sunken and ruined
Years of stress deforming its shape
Horrible in stature, always near collapse
Forever we carry our past transgressions
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Steps
06:48
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The slow trudge of progress digs its claws into all, bracketing the impatient, cursing the needy, freeing us to embrace temporality
Crawling practice, moored in time, drawing from us the want to perfect without input, to create without spark all that we idolize
Nothing comes to us as a whim, no blink will bring about rest, there is no solace available in wishing for the end
Agony in repetition, madness in the cycle of rhythm, we burn ourselves in the name of ability
Embrace the aches that are to come
Feel the lashing pains of work
Conjoin with the unending frustration
Take that first step
Cycles of praxis, unending torment, wracking of failures, mind and body in disconnection
You don’t add measures before taking a count
You can’t succeed just by sitting around
You cannot master before being an apprentice
You can’t run a marathon before taking a step
Life can take its toll, time can run out
We can become drained of initiative
But there can be no excuse on the path to mastery
Only those who take each step despite the bedlam surrounding
Can see the path to their own success
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Chicxulub
14:59
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Fall down you once great beast
Embrace the ground
Feel your cold earthen grave
Where you will forever lay
What was such strong genealogy
Now depleted and dwindling
Those cries heralding supremacy
A simulacrum of what once was your rule
O giant pterosaur
What atrocity you’ve faced
Your reign has become
Of decay and erosion
Mighty behemoth of the skies
Dwelling now along the land
Once feared from below
Now crippled in defeat
Raise that beak toward your past domain
Look to the skies to see your fate
Watch that burning death approach
The augur of your extinction
Hidden among the blasted earth
Cloaked beneath the pyroclast
Your once vast empire
Now lay in complete ruin
How foolishly you assumed
That you were the last to come
Your hubris the cycle
Rooted in all the living
How quickly we forget
We all equal to nothing
Within your species’ collapse
Hear the sigh of dying history
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