Moment of Respite

False Sky's Fragile Stillness

Returning Home

Warped Ridge

Super late for soundcloud but submission for Cosmic Radio 2025
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Requiem

ululanto

Geometric Innocence [ANV10 Submission]

Hell is a condition that I remain within.
I am trapped in the agony of my own mind,
for God did not see fit to include an escape
during my Creation.

My body is the barbed wire fence
around my jail.
He, in His Wisdom, made me healthy,
made me able-bodied,
but I, in defiance of His love,
starve and cut this vessel of mine.

All around me are souls free of their own prisons,
or at least with bigger, kinder cells than mine.
They wear the keys to freedom around their necks
and suffer not.
Meanwhile I freeze in the cold embrace of perception,
berating myself
as if I were the Devil.

I have sentenced myself to eternity alone,
yet I seek the path to nonexistence.
I, the selfish monster I have always been,
wish to leave this world,
leaving my agony behind
with the lives I have slithered into.

Every detail of Creation reminds me of my sins.
Salt in wounds I will not let heal.
Every memory a flame,
a red hot piece of metal
pressed to my skin.
I pray in labored breaths
that the singeing of my flesh
might be enough to exonerate me.

Each day on this Earth convinces me more
that I was not made to see Eternal Life.
My scarred body will not rise to rest beside the Lord.
I was born to lay in the ground forever,
eternally marked
with the injury that ends me.
I was not made to defile the embrace of Heaven,
but to fizzle out
like every other evil of the Earth.

To those I love,
I am a tick,
a finite blemish,
praying for a little more time
to be lied to
before I am wiped away.

prisoner of my own mind // forgot why I make music

In these uncertain, transversal times,
as I watch the ship slowly sink,
a quiet detachment from the sun prevails.

Trapped along this path,
I wander in thought—unraveling, reweaving—
wondering if the ship will rise again,
if it will ever float once more.

I take flight toward a crude beginning, ticketless,
with a destination made of all the things I miss.

In my small garden of flowers,
which at times consumes most of my days,
I trust that all those lost things will flourish anew.

For now, I water this moment,
hoping that what I tend
will carry me through this ship-bound flight.


Genis Remacha.

IL104

produced by Genis Remacha
mastered by Vlas Presnetsov
image by Immersive love

published by Immersive love

23 Aug 2025

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