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Purity [The Darwinian Paradox]

by Damim

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Irrational decisions, subconscious infliction Religions dividing, Imposing their visions of earth Riding the fury of others Aspiring inert mounds of martyred flesh Reckless collection of minds Canning words and maggots hook False prophets to die by the book Stealing dreaming souls blind New world age of bible farce More the filth of words they are Suited brown and green and black Whores that dare stare spirits down Stilted masks don spewing crowds Dismal, reflective Sick in human flaws they weep Vomit egos brawl and rule World visions collide Within this spirit void hold nothing true Dying for your ideas Subsidies, the joke's on you Subconscious denial, religious infliction Sordid, destructive, disgusting spirits of earth Fanatics corrupting, Embroiling the childish and desperate Hateful icons spread their mold Graceless, stoic, useless Desperate frenzied twisted souls Dying to worship their void.
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City Of Envy 04:39
The flake of strong intake and lies despise the wake of a dream, This stream: this seam of bowels and psyche, psychically forbade a tie, Withheld the lie of a million burning voices Of old. Flowers with half a burn must turn... Must turn, and brain to wait... And brain to wait so talk... Lances will bleed the body to burn, and grin will the spirit within; Spit in the eye of one who cares and dares to walk at my side: Oh glorious pride... Underlining the flaws within... could they win? Cursing a friend to hasten the end of a farce called eternity... Of a farce called eternity. Flowers with half a burn must turn, and brain to wait so talk to me... And brain to wait so talk to me. The facts that permeate this act Crown us all with wretched hate, Lay waste to all that is known... And lay the wicked on their throne: Willing erosion of sanctity; Bleeding the eye in which my vision holds Of old, Such molten strings of destiny... Behold!... A hail of burning voices. Close at my side and strong, they help me burn inside; Vexed noble spirits show me there is hope for human kind...
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Fury with strength another fine line, to rhyme with care, And tread the thread bare: longer than time, thinner than air, In spite of its length, By compulsion, wine, that the soul transcends At it twilight's end. They speak to me in my dreams In grotesque, gaping screams of silence; Onlooking eyes of nothing stare: This grotesque vacuum has taken form "See that I, even I, am he, And there is no God with me, I kill and I make alive, I have wounded and I heal, And there is none that can deliver out of my hand." [Deut. 32:35] None of this is real, all of it makes sense; Fractal vortex iterates recurrence in a dream: Brooding sordid vacuum. Within the sordid winter in my mind: Diesel nausea, a sick sun never sets. Beyond the gleaming liquid karmic flaws: Demons wait at crossroads. Evading definition, eclipsing the sun, Recruiting my compulsion, whispering: All of this is real, none of it makes sense. The anguished face of total need, Its fractal vortex iterates: "See that I, even I, am he, And there is no God with me, I kill and I make alive, I have wounded and I heal, And there is none that can deliver out of my hand." [Deut. 32:35]
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Come To Dust 04:21
[Originally "Fidele" by W. Shakespeare] Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renownýed be thy grave!
5.
Rain 00:54
(Instrumental)
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Fragments of destiny forged in the embers of my soul Burning with agony, the angst of future's burning hole This world stands before us, a representation Our souls within these coils, imprisoned by perception Cast aside like the remnants of a dream Mortal coil imprisoned in nightmares of fury of denial of hatred and grief Bloodied by deception these hands will kill again Stronger than the gravestones of belief Our daylight nightmares hold the truth, As blades of enlightenment tear into my dream like shards of morning sunlight Of a burning reality... The birth of tragedy Spared the limits of my humanity My spirit spans the scene Unborn victim of control A ring etched forever in my soul Wasted lives of tomorrow Body temples of sorrow
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Fury 04:57
In my mind it is clear, a truth within, I hold the key; Through the fields of joy, at times of pain, I am fury. Nurture the food of my disgust, their pain will easy my victory; Before despondent, insecure, now focused on reality. My soul can shape the mould of time, I am a chosen entity; Defy the gaping wounds that cry: Fury is now becoming me. Tired of reading lies, stretched wretched whore, Soul searching plea. Lies nurture my discontent, sick of the same cursing voice. I will spit on your graves.
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Intermission 01:49
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Starving stumps of leftover madness Dissolve gradually Untold furies burgeon in my mind Stolen, self-swollen beauty Echo me Narcissus In the foreign lands of things to come Where truculent acts against dignity Will come to lose the keys to humanity Showing me what not to be The foe, king of an envious liege - devolved His words, turning the wheels of disgust - untrue Cleft hooves sprout in his neighbourig voice - doubting you all Mounting our oceans of greed - fortunes Fortunes of need Precious remnants of sanctity A stranger fiction wearing thin Wronging him Like the caress of a broken dream In the foreign lands of things to come Where truculent acts against dignity Will come to lose the keys to humanity Showing me what not to be The foe, king of an envious liege - devolved His words, turning the wheels of disgust - untrue Cleft hooves sprout in his neighbourig voice - doubting you all Mounting our oceans of greed - fortunes Fortunes of need
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Oceans of need my kept queen dream afloat, She like the scales to play this game I've tried before; And no one ever wins but the churning seas of abyss, That balance our internal shadows - besieging and indiscriminate: Frightening and obscene - fanning flames of blindness, Preventing forbidden fruit to bear in mind such burns unkind; I lower my torpid nocturnal grasp to gage their untempered flow, Swamping me with a full warming throb Frightening and obscene. I cannot yield to the unquestionable physicality Of such a warming and alarming desire unexplainable sickness, Starving me of my hunger, As I watch the ones I love tear each other apart To mirror the world around us: frightening and obscene. The ruthless arrow of time, Her perpetual expendable army of desecrated childhood dreams Marching towards each other to die again too soon; They kill in desperate glee, to mirror the worlds inside of me: Tearing each other apart. Oceans of need my kept queen dream afloat, She like the scales to play this game I've tried before; And no one ever wins but the churning seas of abyss, That balance our internal shadows besieging and indiscriminate: Frightening and obscene fanning flames of blindness, Preventing forbidden fruit to bear in mind such burns unkind; I lay here, bitterly, with rage I yearn to don the mask: Careless, indiscriminate, Frightening and obscene.
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released May 4, 2005

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