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Angels Alight
04:00
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Angels alight in flaming columns divine
Pyres of flesh and holy robes
Gleaming emanation of glory and gall intertwined
Hidden in plain
The essential evil of the mundane revealed
The sleeping battalion slowly awakes
Cleaving to god in diffuse forms
Shekhinah inversion
Gevurah ascension
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Profit and the Grave
04:20
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Cast your lot, bid your share
The crack and twist of your knuckles fills my belly
Yeoman; open your mouth and take this bitter ash
Your breath is mine and much more
I know not the land but what is made of it
Never the people; only the hard won price of their malaise
In my dreams– Only flames–The faces of those with bodies rent away
My gain is law– Your pain a sacrament
Lay me now to sleep– Do you see these furs and skins of wealth?
Every offense of mine is stored in your bag, where you keep my iniquity under seal
Yet as a falling mountainside is swept away, and a rock is dislodged from its place,
As water wears away stone,
And a cloudburst scours the soil from the land,
So will my profit end in a grave of shit
Grave of shit
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A meditation takes place
When at last the episteme is stripped away
Snuff the torch of light and take off your helm
Rest your battle garments and consist in this peace
God is with you as the jugular vein
Your sword is like the broken reeds in the water
Your mail as the rags of children
Drink the wine of ahimsa
Enter the shrine of silence
Let your muscles fall into your bones
Your mind goes into the temple and does not return
Sweet wine of rest and glory
Eyes to the circle, the burning throat eternal
Sweet belly-fire of passion and lust unmoved
Crimson spotted liver of the soldier of god
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Battalion of spirits arise
Joyful screams of saints a thousand years asleep
Do the plots face him? Are they fit for the revelation?
Bones converge unmet
"I saw Another mighty angel coming down from heaven. He was wrapped in cloud, with a rainbow over his head; his face shone like the sun and his legs were like pillars of fire."
Left foot on the sea; right on the land; give your mighty shout to us and fill us with light
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A most fine occasion; let me spit in your face and smile with glee. Let me in. I knew from the first what you were. Most fine indeed. Let me rend your belly apart and crawl to those places so dear– let me in. I am already there.
In pace requiescat. May you rest in the shit of your failures and filth. May you find the peace you seek in the masonry of your storehouse and in that peace find naught. May you sleep in the fumes of choler and rot. Be gone from my veins.
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Listing Skinless Gait
03:06
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The corpse cart advances
The grinning driver fleshless and full of satanic glee
This is a portrait of the truth of all of us.
See the angle of the child's bone, cracking under that turning wheel.
See the savior turn back as the cart advances
Hope diminishment
Death reification
Stench profusion
Listing skinless gait
Porous flesh mass
Sweet dehiscence of mind revealed as death
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