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The Foul Eucharist
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The innate instinct of God is to consume
All he creates
All he speaks into existence with his fetid breath
Is to die and be devoured by soil
The dead are consumed
Excreted to feed the mangled pelt of the earth
And consumed again
In this endless cycle of death
Adulation is extorted
Praises are bled
From the ever-crackling throats of a wheezing proletariat
God ingests and creates in substitution
All substitution degrading
Ingested once more
Our beautiful, serpentine god rests
Coiled atop the universe
Oroboros of shit
Crying out and striking as the infant does
Crying and striking
As the holy petulant infant does
Blessed are we his children
Inasmuch as the young crocodile is blessed to be the sustenance of its mother
We, given in baptism to his holy saliva
We, purified within his divine gut
We, reborn, crawling from the profane yolk of his ebullient feces
May the exalted stench of his afterbirth guide us into each others’ arms
As we cower beneath His ever-flowing tears
Of Rage
And Sulfur
And Sewage
O' Lord, all powerful and bankrupt of shame
Whip our backs and take us into your frail arms
To chew our weeping faces
To pass us back into the sour soil
Again and again
Forever
There was only ever one design: Suffering
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I have lost my touch
And my grasp of the arcane has suffered
The chords of Orion go unstrung
Neither do the harps of Armageddon sing
I am weeping in a coffin of standing water
The algae has grown to replace my skin
To shed means so much more than it once did
I stand terrified of what's lost and worse
What I cannot gain
Time has marched forward while I slept in a bed of opportunity
Ghost writers dictate my passionate vociferating
Editors stop my breath before it can carve any truth out of our cacophony
An effective castration
A synthetic growth
There is a propagation of identity but nothing is truly created
And nothing worthy of timelessness is born
So I weep and whittle at the scroll
And the page mocks me
Telling me tales of what I thought I would be
Spent potential and vast worlds gone to waste
I weep in a bed of stagnant tears
Surrounded by monuments to my voice
And my words are nowhere to be found
Treading a path of second-hand glory
Vicariously living through myself
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Brutal Death Metal against the status quo, from Tampa FL. On Prosthetic Records.
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