cattle decap

Opvs Contra Natvram

Disinheritance

Individual Thought Patterns

Individual Thought Patterns (2023 Remaster)

Perpetual Terminal

One With the Void

The False Prophet

Pervertidos (monólogo)

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

I hear the sound of angels singing beautifully and somehow very earthly.

Angel Island

The Anthropocene Extinction

The Burden of Seven Billion

Tyrant

Earth Steriliser

Death Atlas

Finish Them

The Geocide

One Day Closer to the End of the World

Be Still Our Bleeding Hearts

Vulturous

Chapter 3: The Last Selection

someone from somewhere in the universe. insignificant as we all are.

The Burden of Seven Billion

Cattle Decapitation

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