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Wormwood
04:45
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Wormwood
distant flight
cast across my brazen sky
fly, wormwood fly
and come down
down on top of me
free my spirit this prison of humanity
I've become the bearer of a heavy heart
I walk a crooked path to a bitter sea
by no means weak, just incomplete
I've come too far, now too far gone
I hear a broken promise and see how
that was part of this, and this is it
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I feel my heart's been slowed
as my timelessness drags on
and when I close my eyes
I see my heart still rots while kept on ice
from the moment I released the hounds
all I had was will
what broke my will was all this rain
now I swallow pills so can eat this pain
I intend to slumber deeply
though aft I find this key I'm seeking
till then I'll raze Hell off its hinges
I like to try to keep his Royal Highness guessing
but He can read our lips
and He can read our minds
it's no longer the moment that matters
now every second counts
time mocks me with its patterns
nonetheless my tension mounts and it gets
lost between the hours when
shadows grow long
degrees that separate
good weather from bad
trying to describe my distinction
between
fact and opinion
commitments and constraints are one in the same
and just happen to be
happening to me
how much further away we're kept from Heaven
than we'll ever be from Hell
I feel my heart's been slowed
as my timelessness drags on
and when I close my eyes
I see my heart still rots while kept on ice
at temperature sub-zero
it looks like her but turned bizarro
here in this lunar macabre
no longer in service but she'll do the job
it's no longer the moment that matters
now every second counts
time mocks me with its patterns
nonetheless my tension mounts and it gets
lost between the hours when
shadows grow long
degrees that separate
good weather from bad
trying to describe my distinction
between
fact and opinion
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Rome
04:28
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a grand delivery was due
a king gets damned
a farmer blamed of thievery
the virtuous been fooled
they will find you
and change your face
you know who's voice this is
and you will recognize it
and the plan was a plan of swiftness
from behind mask and beneath shroud
and lo their bluff be called
is to meet them eye to eye
because all the thought
which they were condemned to think
while awaiting change
are now worth but the sum of breadcrumbs staling in the sun
so we make the suggestion
he soon begin his preparation
as you deem fit
as your bridges be tolled
and be tariffed for tax
watch your vacuum breathe,your canopies collapse
the void does gain exposure
let our common skins be shed
as enslaved these children are
let this be The Accounting For
five fingers count the good times
on the arm of a leprous babe
of a crippled universe
where we are doomed to spend our days
there's a hope equal in falseness
as the hopelessness among
which can and will contend
with the position you claim
oh, nigh comes the day
master of monsters be dethroned
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By Jupiter
08:16
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obvius annus septumdecim
centum quod decem
actus aer volatilis
inter plures orbis silicis
(per vicis vos copiose intellectum)
visum sulum res vos operor
per rutilus Jupiter oculus
qua is servo suus visum
sit vigilo super vos
sit vere vigilo vos
per rutilus Jupiter oculus
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Pacem
05:44
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Stag Drawn Sleigh
04:11
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when His court rides on hunt
in a stag drawn sleigh
to the edge of the country
where he's sure to find his own game
on the eve of the full moon
is when we'll have our turn
for a chance at the crown
for our chance at the crown
and the kingdom!
my love...
her heart found far too complacent
for her road weary boots to keep paces
with pursuit I was too stubborn to surrender
when the hunt is concluded,
and alas without coup
He'll raise his hat and reply with gloat:
"better luck next hunt, my child"!
Translucifer howls, all fall in formation
eras are borne of each new hunting season
in circles we dance for a black celebration
to honor of our ides of March
and on through the brambles
in the thick of the wood
far beyond the abbey
armored knights and barefoot men
with rusted muskets charge
ahead and then apart
then towards each other once again
in conflict
betrayal now keeps this ship a-sail 'till it's a safe distance from her shores...
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The First Last Time
04:38
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my sun has shifted in her sky today
this time she sits on a cushion
holding garlic in one hand and mango in the other
our bellies filled with fresh bread and brie
and maggots, and honey-lard
and fresh salts from the sea
and with a wave goodbye from the witch and her wand
we become the very thing
we wished never was
so bright I can only watch from the corner of my eye
Even the devil sheds a tear when catching a glimpse of paradise
And when he hears those angels sing on high...
not crazy like the first last time
but like using a blade without any handle,
you're only cutting your own hand
madness inches ever slowly but pays no regard to time
so every inch of madness makes up meters in my mind
but time is nothing more than a re-map of the heavens
and conspiracy's just another free-enterprise
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you've gone so cold
almost frozen
and so far away at the same time
your body bloodless
for all your reasons
and the whole situation
comes unraveling
your eyes electric
you carry the fire
but you hardly breathin'
and the entire room will watch you bleedin'
try to enjoy it
it's getting crowded
and that wheel of fortune
keeps on spinnin' in your head
but you can't see nothin'
and that little secret
that you've been keepin'
from your mother
as the light grows dim
with every sunset
and you can't shake it
so now you're takin'
all your hard earned livin'
to the tax man
he's gonna break you
he knows you're comin'
you've gone so cold
almost frozen
and so far away at the same time
your body bloodless
for all your reasons
and the whole situation
keeps on changin'
your eyes electric
you carry the fire
you hardly breathin'
and the entire world can hear you screamin'
and that spells trouble
it's getting crowded
and that wheel of fortune
keeps on spinnin' inside your head
but you can't see nothin'
now your kingdom
it comes a tumblin'
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Offenbarüng
07:44
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Ein Erdbeben für den Berg
Eine Flut für das Festland
Ein Komet für die Gewässer
Und Krankheit für jedes Bein
Feuer für die Städte
Und Wahnsinn in der Männer
Freiheit für die wilden
Hass getragen von Wind
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Justin Gracer Colorado
