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Piedigrotta
04:43
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“And on your deathbed
You inexplicably said
‘The sun is masking the clouds’”
He gracefully unlocks the door
And we wade across the threshold
As six black eyes bore into mine
He pacifies the animal
A cursory glance o’er my back
Reveals the light receding
And at the first of nine sharp ivory gates
My final thought in crystal:
“And I have become the drought”
Oh, the indistinct discord
Oh, the crux of sound abhorred
The sun is masking the clouds
And I have become the drought
The sun is masking the clouds
And I have become the drought
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Through Me The Way (I)
01:19
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[instrumental]
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Abysmal Valley Dolorous
03:52
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The first circle was filled with so many other shapes
A sea of angles, colors
Mostly shades of lusterless grey
Unwittingly staring across barren plains
Fruitless trees
Settled dirt caked into their eyes
A fleeting hope, a single blade of grass
I've settled for less
To idly pine for contentment
A welcome starvation
“Lost are we, and are only so far punished,
That without hope we live on in desire.”
I would love to be consumed by soft white noise
Satisfied with endless longing
Empty arms without belonging
“Dust will not baptize your tortured soul”
I am the drought
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Cursive Ire
03:04
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Paltry threads, unraveling in the tempest
“Carefully observe all the savage gallows you are spared”
Icy rain, suffocating viscous gravel
“Further still we must travel through the penance of the bared”
Flaming soil, prophesying humbling exile
“Temperatures will fall, harmonizing with the ebbing dawn”
Vicious rot, chaos rending salt and forests
“Chronic winter thrall, divine arrest at the denouement”
Color drains from my porcelain complexion, humor drawn
Pulsing clots, boiling hot, tumors like drumming carillon
Promised cruelty, incapacitating rivet lock
Amnesty futile, rat caught in the talons of the hawk
Stand in awe of his majesty
Behold the emperor of naught
Peering down at the behemoth
Frightening though his claws are
I take comfort, momentarily
His grip cannot reach this far
Trapped in frozen lamentation
Gnashing teeth, horrendous
Acid dripping from his pearl pupils
Redilation portentous
I still long to be consumed by soft white noise
“Dust has not baptized your soul
Repentance from offense opaque as charcoal
Demands cleansing, scorching with pure, putrid woe”
Putrid woe
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Through Me The Way (II)
00:42
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[instrumental]
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Malebolge
04:07
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So now we enter the eighth pallid doorway
Cold, bitter lead and cloth await me
Measurements for the fitting of gold
Tailored to accent my deception
Donning my shawl of burdensome lament
I join the unending march of shame
A plain of listless faces
A pace that rivals mountains’
A sheen like glistening fossils
Atoning
A grave of forging tombstones
A howl that rivals cyclones’
A shade like rusting metal
Atoning
A wood of muted petals
A grasp that rivals beggars’
A cowl like horses’ blinders
Atoning
A grove of deathly gazes
A cell that rivals convicts’
A throat like maggots writhing
Atoning
Eternally
As a blight on the map of the sky, reigning
Our dense flesh will decay like the tide, waning
Poetic justice imbued to condemn abusive youth
I should have stayed my tongue and realized I was being uncouth
And blaming inaptitude just served to obscure the truth
A deflection to ignorance is little more than excuse
So many trusts I betrayed without remorse for the pain
A little compassion would probably have tempered disdain
And as relationships frayed, tearing apart from the strain
It look me long enough to realize I was less humane
Now I have time to reflect, oh so much time to reject
The predatory behaviors that manifested neglect
And I had learned to correct actions that fed disrespect
But consequences aren’t absolved for labors in retrospect
The crushing weight of this shroud, this obstinate crown endowed
Perfectly echoes the facade my apathy once allowed
And in the midst of this crowd, agony droning so loud
These arteries, like cavalry, invading suffering proud
Intransigent, unyielding earth, antarctic
Recalcitrant, consternation cathartic
Absolution by static rapture, unknown
Only by the relentless pounding of dull bone
“O, everlastingly fatiguing mantle!”
Choruses from our drowning lungs, abyssal
Tethered to a visceral moment, passing
Much like the unforgiving ocean currents
I will never be consumed by soft white noise
Only by the relentless pounding of dull bone
Separate
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Through Me The Way (III)
01:08
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Inhale carnal ash
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The cyclical nature
The crumbling mulch and the splintering veins
And the roaches just small enough to dig under my nails
The secrets they whisper
Silence eroding to azure bloom
The daggers, the nagging forms
They erupt
Like a shattered glacier striking the void
They erupt
And silos overflowing with molding grain
They erupt
With the fury of a vulture scorned
Beating wings and thrashing beak
Through the shimmering flecks of gore
Staring down at the driven wounds
In the space between the mirror and the radiance
Hands maul the torrid landscape
Bearing witness to chromatic stone
Fragments untainted
Dust to baptize my tortured soul
Though the fog is oppressive
Thick with lingering dusk
Cutting rays of reverence
Illuminate the seeds of those
Who flourished by my presence
A lucid reality unveiled
A testament to being
And time
And time
And time
Again and again
I must remember
That lavender will thrive
Through the overwhelming weeds
The blossoming harvest
Distortion respite
I have become dreams
Paintings brushed with
The feathers of my fingertips
Feature fast those exalted
Framed in oak and bronze varnish
The memories that shine the brightest
I have been consumed by soft white noise
Empathy
I have been consumed by soft white noise
Salvation
Comes
Freedom
Amen
Sun and clouds
Cull the drought
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