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1. _ Overthrowing Creation Itself
When the shadows grow long
And gravity begins to let you down
Can the space bound fetus
Pilot around and our way out
Because to me every moment matters
You can never move forward
While standing still
To me every moment matters
Shall we just place the blame
On invention or our ability
Of discovery
The temperature will drop
As the astronauts
Are seduced by the twilight's'
Motherly appeal
And deaths arms are outward bound
As we strike upwards
Towards the stars
Into this god's trained hands
To me every moment matters
Because death's arms are outward bound
Crushing us like cars
Into tiny squares
To me every moment matters
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2. _ Becoming Not Being
How the rapier speaks to flesh
Is not unlike the serpents' tongue
Enlightenment of understanding
Through confrontation
I'm using my perspective
As an excuse
Adversaries as gravity and momentum
Step through apologies
For the right time to kill
And if concrete holds me below
I will marvel at the sun
Until I stop breathing
Decay and return, and as apparitions
I will move amongst you
As hopes and dreams
Place the pillow over your face
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3. _ Winds of Hell/The Glorious Dead
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4. _ In the Wake of Poseidon
The bodies were still warm
As we awoke
Time took past away
We dragged what was left
To the shores
All just to see death
Burn holes through the black depths
In deliverance of the ocean nymphs
All just to see death
Burn holes through the black depths
And past Saturn's' rings
Such beautiful things
These screaming voices
Of bloodless corpses
Time will take that away
Come to me
With the tales and travels
Of the true living dead
Come to me
Legends, gods and mystery
As my brothers in rock send
Secret whispers to thee
Legends, gods, and mystery
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5. _ Empress
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6. _ Bleeding Warm and Newly Dead
if bound by complication the ratio of my exaggeration is all mixed up between meters and miles the measurement of the situation is a diagram of a useless escape plan the defeat is bleeding warm and newly dead and even if I drilled enough holes in your head the diameter would not let enough oxygen in (to activate the compounds in) your brain to think
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7. _ Little Satisfactions
All of my thoughts and wishes
Were for her
To smash her head
Through the windshield
And let the shattered glass
Drop to the pavement in song
Some of the best times I had
Were when I was missing her
Apparently
I don't mind desperation
If it bows in my favor
So it seams
Without you
I have little satisfactions
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8. _ Twenty Moons
Why are people more interested in how
A building reaches to the sky
Than it touches the ground
She is always looking up
As I pull concrete from my teeth
And in exchange of complication
If I lose her where will I
Be her 20 moons elude me
In my time of need
Bells and hammers are rarely friends
But my promises stand tall
And are here with me
The fly's will feed on corpses
As do the frogs on them
And the mosaic of broken bottles
Lodged in my neck, bleeds conveniently
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9. _ Will Bending
When opinion is
Brought on by suggestion
The anecdote
Is not evidence enough
For handouts of daily anesthetic
To disguise the next disappointment
Or as eating brains
Can cure primitive intellect
The history of my mistakes
Bases on the pretense
Of being paid to
Paint over spiders as important
Instead of listening to the
Leaves as they amplify
The beat of the rain
We take a hammer to the head
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10. _ Sixth Chamber
I am above from where they are reaching
And what they ask of me I am beyond
As life unfolds these
Eleven lessons in chaos
I lay before you
But should forgiveness play part
In this procedure because
Pebbles and sand still sink ships
And are even above
From where I am reaching
Broken buttons and flawless skin
Have landed me within this tender trap
Just to boar through flesh
And to extract the materials
Of the world from me
Pay no mind of my retreat
Because the other rats
Can always show you the way
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11. _ Termites Hollow
Every word she said
Lured me into surrounding
My fingers around her throat
Now I roll along
With her severed head
Her design is fit only
For a creature as foul as
Every word she said
Was like feeding
Paint chips to an infant
Her coil was comforting
With black blood and a frozen touch
Hopefully the hordes of worms
Will take the rest of her away
As I roll along
With her severed head
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12. _ Vertical Transmission
With broken arms,
A nasty note and a dead rat,
I carry with me
Her suspension of disbelief
Why can't I be the genius
Who solved the greatest
Problems of his time
Am I even beyond
Metaphorical assistance
Why must I be a paint brush
When we need a wrench
Her arrival at the correct velocity
In order to perceive
Has been canceled, and filed away
This abstraction shall
Repeat in sequence
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13. _ In Ashes We Lie
Are we here to understand
Or to survive
We are building mountains
The blueprints are being drawn
As breathless words
Pour from these eyes
Mounds lay like bodies in the morgue
Side by side, in ashes we lie
Are we here to understand
Or to survive
Smoke screens and bandages
Cannot hide the icons in
Architecture that stand as archives
Of colossal structure
Assembled to destruction
Layer in degrees of grey scale coating
So travel broken rivers
Across manufactured landscapes
And along the rebuilt
Curve of the planet
As breathless words
Pour from these eyes
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