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The Nature Of Faith
06:35
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His fever set in swiftly
In the months when the winds grow cold
And the healers’ spells fell feeble
So briefly ensouled, then consigned to mold
I clutch the shell which once was our son
In hopes that our God may restore him to me
I bear the husk which once was our son
That one day this wrong may be reversed for thee
What sin hath we trespassed
That earned us this terrible blow
In the eyes of Heaven, some transgression
Avenged here below, our child for the crows
I clutch the shell which once was our son
In hopes that our God may restore him to me
I bear the husk which once was our son
That one day this wrong may be reversed for thee
Thus is the nature of faith
To suffer in silence ornate
While our prayers seek to audit fate
That breath may once more his breast consecrate
So long shall we wait
I saw the light drain from his eyes
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Womb Of Sand
10:05
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How long have we wandered in this wasted land
How many generations quickened in this womb of sand
In gardens of stone we have made our home
It is all that we know, all we have known
Since time forgotten by mortal men
All our years, we have crouched in the dust
Whilst the wind thickens our skin
Spared the knowledge required to dream
Of a different land, verdant and green
How long have we wandered in this wasted land
How many generations quickened in this womb of sand
By sweat we are cleansed of our weakness
By patience we fulfill the ancient promise
From the pain of living we take clarity
From wail of the dunes we learn simplicity
God has shown us the truths that hide
Behind the glare of the blue marble sky
Pity us not
For we protest naught
Of the torments we endure
‘Tis divine to accept our lot
How long have we wandered in this wasted land
How many generations quickened in this womb of sand
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The Shadow In The Seer
07:38
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Out of mercy, they let me live
On the outskirts, and permit
The theft of their refuse and scraps
For it cleanses the soul to forgive
An object of pity
But still they heed me
For lodged in my hobbled mind
A fragment of shadowed divinity
And though they lie beyond my ken
My tongue traces those strange shapes, when
The hand from beyond the veil
Commands: “Speak, and let them in”
And so they fear me
For this, my duty
I live as a beast of the field
But my palsies sound the depths of infinity
The bodiless immanence
Its words burn in me
Its presence is agony
I am in agony
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Coward
08:38
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The courage of the coward
Is greater than all others
A scaredy cat can scratch you
If you back him into a corner
But I am a coward
Courage born of despair and impotence
Submissive dogs can lash out
And be very dangerous
But I am a coward
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Weeping Sores New York
Melancholy death/doom featuring members of Pyrrhon, Seputus, & Tchornobog.
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