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The Debt
04:17
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2. |
Deserts Beyond the Tomb
04:15
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A fool walks to the gate
As fools oft do
Angry and bitter on grief
It cuts the tendons bound to breath
"Should blood paint a phantom canvas
would it bear fruit or meaning?"
Nevertheless, it was done
Pressing on beyond the warnings of
The fathers and mothers and scribes
Had it a name?
The ground, now desert
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3. |
The Many Eyes of Bael
03:49
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"Strange that it should all feel so foreign
I am no stranger to humid lands
But these waters run thick and putrid
These cranes above me
They peak through the foliage
A thousand black stares, each with piercing red rings
Spewing hate and frost through the leaves
When were these damned eyes not boring black boils onto my flesh?
When did I leave?
I can just remember a desert
Vanished
Have I lost years to that phantom place?
It keeps such small flame in me
Jesus Christ, will these eyes not close?
I am lost"
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4. |
Kingdom of Flies
06:23
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Longer than it had lived the fool wandered
Through that marsh and its fog
Pulled and prodded by Bael, The Many
Left at the last township
The fool walked among the many houses
Murmurs and hissing brands beyond every door
Dripping an image into its feeble mind
Past the rotted wood and stone the fool came to it
The screaming silhouette of a cathedral
Shaking with life
Carrion
"Where is He, the Lord, my God?"
These words lit in its mind
Like a hot coal in the hand
And then it did not speak
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"I saw, left of the altar, some twenty mouths
All of them bound
To the slick skin of a sighing putrescence
Voiding its gut in a slow ooze
'May you, instead, be damned to
This place, this filth, this sewer
In which we now serve our sentence
In which we now serve our penance'
Livid and feral was its cry
At Christ who, crucified, thought nothing
Said nothing
I, with thin breath, joined the choir"
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The crucifix had lost its splendor
Long before the era of petulance
Coward man God
Fled
The fool, long since parted its last breath,
Sought to free its flesh from the toxic mound
In doing so it lost three fingers
And each grew limbs
They rose and joined the fool in exodus
In silence
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"I feel a numb sort of throbbing
In my left hand, in my fingers
I can see a web of road far off
In the distance, in the sand
People crawling on hands and knees
Sticking to the stone path, losing skin
Oh God
They go where I am bound
And I am now bound
To the road with them
Winter
The ground now cools
Ices over
As my knees, elbows, palms
Crush frost"
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8. |
In the Hours of Winter
03:49
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Naked, dumb , and cold
The fool kept on drawing breath
Dragging itself through sharp frost
Its nerves and tendons began to tangle
Wrapping around the harsh brittle white of bone
Winter drank it, turning red from its heat
Numbing the fool
Nothing in that void could grow above the snow
"God" the fool thought,
"Will He still see me now?
I am left with but one limb and little will"
A sharp wind cut it
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"What was this fear
That had plagued me
That had starved me
Nearly swallowed me?"
The old chapters grow bitter, fragmented
Each fold tearing
Each piece will be lost
Eternity, lost to fires in the nerves
Futility, calloused flesh slips off the bone
Eternity
Vapid, silent and grey
No choice, no cost, no gift
Only...
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