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Sacrificial (Produced by Milky Way)

[advance at sunrise]

Dawn is on the rise again
Eyes drawn to where horizons end
With thoughts of life and love and dread
March and fight till blood is shed
Offer proper sacrifice

{warriors}
"Oh gods on high, please hang your light!"

Born to fall but apt to strike
Slaughter
Offer sacrifice

The acolytes march to pulse of a drum
Compulsive hunts for blood and fortune under colorful suns
Feel the rumble of thunderous clunks
Sulfur in lungs
Tumultuous, cluttered results summon the vultures to come
Hummingbirds flutter above a turquoise serpent slithering through a ball of feathers  over firm soil surface from which a cactus rises
Tiger moths and butterflies dancing with in such magical enchantment we forget to keep our battle grips
You can’t be adequately savage for the pillaging when fascinated with and considerate of little things
A villain brings hope then a malicious sting
Whistling and picking strings to the kindling
The fiddle sings
And the brittle wings of lost souls flicker
Bitter and lingering similar to a long cold winter that revisits and recurs
We live and learn or sit and burn
Drift to symbolically cylinder or sinister
Deficient nerve twitches build a symphony conditioned through vicious means of delivering misery
Simple extinguishing to conflict with the symmetry and disfigure infinity’s loop
Twisting consistently

[infernomadic]

Cyclical liturgy
Praise providers and protectors
Extend the stretch of steps aligned to find the epicenter of time and inception
Try it again when revival sets in to the essence in fresh skins

{sage}
"Take the lessons through progression of the ages
The decibel reflections relay an unending cadence”

Tempered
Sacred
Weathered
Ancient

Pleasure and pain spinning sequentially aimless
Destiny: vacancy for all that was and will and is
Deliverance
Until it hits, participate with diligence

The river lifts over the dirt

{planter}
"Now we sleep in the great sea, reborn to the Earth"

[calm after abysmal storm]

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 06 Huitzilopochtli, (Hang Your Light High) on the Day of War

[jaundiscordance] 

Lost on a self-made linear timeline 
Watching the days and the nights fly by 
Try to re-wind the coil 
Renounce the unrest 
In cyclical steps, keeping count of the sunsets and the hope that the sunrise comes next, but decides not to leave us to the dark again 
Not untied from the confines just yet 
Must get to where the mind, soul and the heart ascend, but a stark descent retains grip 
Tethered to a downward spiral 
Bound to survival 
Loud is the sound of reprisal and bitter the taste of the places the flames lick 
Keeping track of the sunset recurring 
Working at learning to undress the worry 

{wayfarer} 
"And though I find peace in the familiar fly by, I’m oh so lost in the linear timeline" 

With a shell for the fear and the wisdom 
Spherical systems in mirrored division 
Spirit imprisoned 
Serrated definition 
Bladed disc spinning 
Ill-fated repetition 
And a mallet for challenge be held but staying compelled to see the broken rebuilt 
Off balance 
Waiting in filth for the lotus to open from an ocean of milk 

A slow wilt for the ghosts and the guilt through a course of emotional tilts 
Hand on the sword with a hold on the hilt tied with a white flag woven of silk 
Throw a mixed message kept at the heart of a lie 
Slice through a partial divide 
Artfully fine lines scribed, fortified 
Supply spiritual and carnal collides 
Stars realign far as the eye can perceive 
Such a vibrant scene 
Ever-entwined with a timeless line of beliefs pried from the mind for relief 
We get so lost trying to find release we get caught up in the “why?” and resign to grief 
An abrupt halt called in this hide and seek 

{sage} 
"Reinvest, rise and repeat" 

{overseers} 
"Be still 
Receive the blessings of your curse” 

Ride along as the rail goes ‘round 
Put a stake in the ground 
Sail till the sun stays down then sail on 
Even when the vessel switches, brace for the change-off 

[primmolate] 

{sage} 
"Walk alone in a bottomless hell 
Hop along the convolution to the following shell 
Open up to the total of light 
Feel entirety wiring through the soul and the sight” 

Dawn is on the rise again 
Drawn to where the light ascends 
Often scared of meeting ends 
Lost and bared 
In need of cleanse 
Offer up a sacrifice of self or someone else’s right 
Hubris only maximizes sheltered love of selfish plight 


(Ground. Flesh. Sky) 


[vortextured] 

The flat disc rotates, axis twists 

{sage} 
"Each breath is a packaged gift" 

Anxious for the last chance to advance and lift 
(Alas, stick/Elastic) to the plan 
Resist 
Snap back to a shadowed glimpse of the world through a blackened tint 
Capture the masochistic and sadist instincts attached to the sacrilege 
The grasp of the phantom limb stays even after it’s passed to the wind 
Everything keeps dancing within 
Forever rehashed to the spin 

Inception is the ending to an end

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 05 Vishnu, granter of Moksha

[when fire reigns down]

Scorching the shoulders of the white ox chosen to open up communication and satiate the heavens
Bone cracking, splitting
Answer-inscripted messaging
Comb through the mutilation for favor-stated directives
Pray for rainfall to collect and feed the harvest
Extend the seeded gardens so extensively cathartic
Disease and hardship, accessories to darkness, spark the energy regarded as necessity for progress
Flesh eventually discarded with memories and breath, just the destiny imparted
Undress to seek a pardoning, some harmony
Leveraging an arm twist
Armor-plate a heart that’s just essentially a target
Preventively incarcerate and measure the love
Weigh it out against the settling dust or feathers of doves
Under pressings of the emperor’s glove
It’s like we’re all just always waiting for a death from above
We build these temples to shelter us from the wrath of the gods
Sending a rain of flames and ash before they ask for applause
Another day, another cattle to prod, slaughter and offer up
Off the cuff with conquer
Lost in battles abroad
Staff and a rod against a firestorm
The type of war tyrants aspire for
Ripe to find a course to acquire more
In spite of morals, fight the warnings of former kings
Torturing
Poisoning
Courting all these morbid things
And scorn will sing across the strings of dissenting throats
Tempting the ghosts ascending and still swinging from every note
Silk spun to a heavy cloak for the vision
Inventing hope amidst the broken
Symbols of empty growth
Jaded gemstones
Ceremonial shrouding only allowing sight to the godly kin of the sword
Pain echoes in barren, holy surroundings
Closely following light to the origin of the form

Those skies just keep on smiling down so we keep our spirits up
Fall to our knees
Bow heads
Give thanks

Fire to cleanse the altar as the storm returns
Reminders of the end
All of us are born to burn
The torture turns to tears that irrigate fear and hate
A mirrored fate adjacent to a near-escape gated
Delirious durations painted in sacred blends
Hopping from blade to blade along a serrated edge
Now make amends
Pray to the dead for direction
Beg for protection as the flames send redemption

[voices rise from ruins]

{young boy}
"I’m just a child
I don’t really do much but smile and watch my family fall one by one once in a while
I hear the bang and first wonder what is to celebrate?
I can’t tell what’s fake from the brightest flash that could quell my faith
Heard of western ways taught to me at lesson A 
But when it escalates why is it with our breath we pay?
Swept away in the river right past the silk worms
Built for the conflict
After impact our stance is still firm
Burn with strength from a distant time
Staring at the stars like our ancestors but somehow they’ve all been misaligned
Poisoned and modified
The cloth is tied on all our eyes
The hand that once provided now a mouth to ostracize
They burnt the flesh off my family’s bones and laughed
In a sovereign tone they spoke in a breath all our homes were ash
We cry to the point of exhaustion and hold our losses in
The toxic mix emitted now controls our oxygen”

{young man}
"Can we coax the gods to give a flowing wash of winds before we slowly fall within the open jaws that gnaw and scar and rip apart with sharpened saws for grins, so stark and grim?"

{old man}
"Offer up the alter for the power that our fathers give!"

{young girl}
"Hang reliance from the highest cherry blossom limb
Paint a silent place to hide behind a docile grin”

{young woman}
"It’s fairly obvious we’ve positively got to dig down to where the fossils sleep, take all the grief and drop it in"

{old woman}
"But the colossal grip clenches to the monuments
Making product of sorrow
Audible fraudulence”

Prompt the audience to lynch up their disbelief

{sage}
"History repeats within the cause and the consequence"

An awful stench creeps from the caverns
Chaperoning shadows
Got to keep lit the lantern
Sequenced patterns of frequent disaster
Seasoned malfeasance
Allegiance to grandeur

Heavy hand on powder-keg
Tell me how you move without your legs
Residing in the dark
Life is lost
The tyrant talks
The eyes all drop

[distant auburn oversight]

Watching the trees drip amber in remembrance
Scavenging ruins for a scattering of semblance

Fall on the blade
Attempt redress of disrepair

If you don’t like it, burn it down
If you despise it, burn it down
If it upsets you, burn it down
If it objects to you, burn it to the ground

Removing and consuming the wings of butterflies; and throwing the rest high into the open sky

Let it reign
Prey for weather change

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 04 Shangdi; Reignfall from skies above (feat. Seth on Gray Street)

[through the fog]

There’s no vision in caliginous areas
The oculus cannot adjust
It just flickers back and forth, weary of variant life

A light to burn bright
Just one flash to scatter the ghosts amassed from chants of ever-after
Heavens hatched from hope’s collapse
Holy smokes rolling black
Bred from ashen bones of past
Core composed on broken backs
Below the growth, behold the trash
Potent overcasts coat the sky and choke the breath
The hopeless float to find and multiply focused steps
Seeking growth and pride emulsified in frozen trenches
Open-ended dreamscapes of slow descents in ocean depths
It’s so directly connected to what is unseen
Redundantly wondering and wandering
Clumsily running free under the numbing leaves of yew trees
Assuming a beauty so soothing would never remove footing from under me
But these lovely scenes can easily deceive
Putting a halt to what’s been recently believed
A leisurely reprieve of impedance on eden
Seemingly at ease
Keep the peace in sight
Secrecy strategically conceived

[a prophescenic view]

Teetering
Leaning toward a crash and burn
Dreaming while the past occurs till present’s sent
Reprehensive habit turns
Detrimental passengers threatening safe passage and sentimental last words append the retained madness

Peddling great tragedy, craftsmen and sorcerers spin importance of swordsmanship over average resourcefulness

{overseers}
"Push the paddle in accordance with the current
Keep from straddling the borders of divergence”

The oracle has furnished a resurgence of uncertainty, it seems
An emergence of emergencies nurturing the needs
In servitude to thieves projecting a mass indifference
Worshipping from the knees
Collecting the scraps they giveth
Perfectly under siege and reflecting a backward interest while vertically crumbling with respect to a lack of kinship

[toxicantina]

{conveyers}
"Just dip your hands in the fountain of grace
Swallow it down
How does it taste?”

Sour grapes and a powerless state
As voices congregate for toxins’ sake
Swallowing the waves

{ironsmith}
"Brace!"

The tower laid to waste in the hour of haste
No now or later pace when devouring fate
Doused in the flame
Ash powder-enate
So show how we relate to the bow and the break
Clouding in the face as the aura escapes
Bound to migrate to where our fathers await
Lost in the wake as the sound dissipates
Down to the ground to assimilate

[submergently]

Swimming away into the grey

The sea shall engulf, a cleansing affair
Breathing in gulps empty of air
Deepened results of accepting repair
At peace be the pulse now endlessly shared
Release all
Ascending
Aware
Bare to celestial flare

[ignitemare]

Something reaches and takes hold
Pause the converging of a strained soul
Drained then pulled back into the same bones
Taste the pain and wait for the faint glow to grow

Kindle the blaze
Let it climb up to the feet
Try to breathe in the blistering heat but I’m suffocating

Deep breath

Behest the flesh to regenerate, lungs to re-inflate, though credence aggressively resonates
Acceptance of hellish fate
Comfortably levitate
Featherweight
Energy emanate 

{villagers}
"Sent from the flames, hear this prayer"

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 03 Lugh & the smell of wicker burning in the midnight air

[jovial voyager]

Lift the anchor, set a course for the vast blue
Cast views toward the rise of a bad moon
Passing through the grassroots of a past truth
Packed in like canned food
Singing ironclad tunes
Entitled hands move to collect and produce through disconnected minds and fruitful neglect of truth and respect
Steps to bloom and progress from a cesspool of selfishness
A beautiful mess

Frugal investments in bread and circus systems
Purchase victims and prisoners for expansion of the province
Hand to goddesses and gods in perfect prisms
Divert decisions of persons implanted in the process with fancy objects and promises of paradise
Staring through the solace of an optimistic pair of eyes
Conquer this and terrorize
Build monoliths at varied heights
Bury that awareness in accomplice to the parasite
Ominous flares of light tear through the night
Sharing a white-hot helping of bright empirical right
Hostile
Prepared to smite so carry the plight
Cherish the time of your ensnarement as your bearing in life
Chariots glide across the cyan canopy
Challenge lifespan capacity with high-class hankerings for divine paths
Incite massive, violent oppression
Let them bypass to the sidetrack in silent discretion or maybe fight back?
Try that
The spirit can’t compete with the mechanical weaponized use of Earth’s elements
Pray for time lapse to steer the agony and strip the handle of desensitized truth and perched imminence

But sediments swept from structure systematically drift away
Roaming to settle as planter or hunter in a labyrinth of disarray

{overseers}
"Welcome
Enter
Render your worth”

Center the pressure
Consent to your curse
Set wild
Reckless
Desperately flock
The exiled, rejected sentenced to rot

[downtrodden passenger]

And from the top, viewed as crops to collect
Posthumous or a probable threat

Domino effect for the obstacles set
Bottlenecktied to the bottom of exhausting extents
Oxidant, trenched homesteads so densely destructive
Constructed and deconstructed through low-empathy functions, messy assumptions and lumps in the gullet
Jump in the mud-pit for enough to hit the hunger in stomachs
Lift up the love or lift a means of inflicting harm
Picture-perfect pieces to perceive and then disregard like an empty jar cracked and stripped
Unable to keep a lid on
But living on and giving all
Swim in rhythm and sing songs
Strings drawn tightly
The loose ends frayed
They meet but the fringes won’t connect
Too engaged in human endgames
Thread strained and split into thinning fibers
Vining and winding separated
Still rooted in the same stitch
The brain winces with the havoc of pretty fires that wire through the night
Climbing through the isolation

On a labor-intensive journey
In a hurry to hit the hay
Still we keep chasing this precious purging through the valleys of disarray

Ave
Vale

{organizer}
"Enclaves unite!"

Pompey, beyond great, is on his way to fight tonight
So noble, righteous
Spine dipped in gold
The social divides live inside, etched in stone

[innocenturion]

Lift the linen from the source of disharmony to trace trails along the course of dichotomy

{courier}
"Here’s a canoe
Here’s a warship for conquering”

We worship the slaughter and the honor of the armor’s gleam
Dissected arteries and scars that can be seen
Polished weaponry to carve and eat at hardening degrees
It’s hard to see the garden for the leaves in the solemn breeze
Bartering that solace and relief for some altered scenes

The collared dream strung up and hung from the highest branch on the oak tree
And as the acorns drop and sow seeds of loss and love, watch as the foliage floats free
Evoking a memory, childlike in density
Measuring senseless encroaching
A chain-linked sense of neglect dangling at the end of a rope swing

Scaling the pendulum up to the origin point
The shifts decrease until release from the worry of choice

Scaling the pendulum up

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 02 Jove...by the beard of Zeus

[prologue]

{voices lifting together}
"laudare provisoris
laudare protector
largiente prosperabitur
unum simus
vobiscum
cum omnibus”

[keepers of the land]

Born of the great sea, flat disc surrounding
Cast away
Trapped but advancing past the grasp of the boundaries
Gathered shoutings and offerings to the forces sustaining mortal exchangings and provision of an adequate bounty

{planter}
"Sprout the pastures abound
Scatter some flowers
Seed the ground to eat
Devour these and scour the outer reaches of mountain scenes”

Bound to the lead of a power unseen
Keeping a solemn plea to follow atrocity with comradery
A father odyssey foreshadowing the ominous anomaly of freedom-flavored congregated conquering
Wrought with debauchery and colony philosophies to wash clean the An-Ki and push us into obsolete
We’ve all foreseen it in the dancing flames
Cyclical enchanted maze
Expand and break until man can emancipate from the savage phase fastened to the format
The devil has come on horseback to hand out a tragic fate

We gravitate toward a disastral plain that can’t be tamed, maimed or explained in any package way
A balanced place/chance to escape or embrace hate and retaliate after the fact of that which awaits
A panicked state
Famine laced with sadness, disgrace and batches of blanketed bait

Deactivate/reanimate the land
Calibrate and take to fabricate
Create with lacerating hands

Scrape at gravel, grass and sand in search of soil
Turn and toil at it and try to revert the spoiled
Grasp the animal and learn to immerse in loyal
Serve to harness growth and work to reverse the coils
Lay the line down
Divide out the sides
Days and nights collide and the mind clouds with time
Tightly bound
Tied down to an unwinding route

{thinker}
"Dig these lying eyes out when they decide to bow to blinding doubt

{hunter}
"And take these hands if they cease to keep exerting"

{planter}
"(They) tame these lands
See the scenery converting”

Now decorate the flesh in pigments of war for peace for more grief or sublimity

A reach for infinity falling short
A harsh retort
But this is not about the care that’s taken
Everyone who wears the paint is bound to see the arrows break
Let us bare to a feral state
Stare and wait
Serenade the spirits
May they favor us with heroes’ fates
Cherish and praise the air and the rain, tear and the flame, the fear, the grave

[the plains erupt in battle]

We can hear the blades mirroring pain
Sheering away at each other for something merely in vain
Sustaining the savage instincts mixed in with the connectedness
Emphasis on love in a place it’s evident that hell exists
A yellow tint smeared across weathered cheeks
A sense of peace with endings
Set to wage till breath has ceased
A desperate plea lands on numbed senses while a silver tongue’s shimmer can attract the glance of every beast

{thinker}
"Who are we?
Where are where?
How did we get here?

Is there purpose or only urges?

Who are we?
Where are we?
How did we get here?

Is this purpose or disservice?”

[a last till]

{hunter}
"Burn this surface and let it rise to the sky along a vapor trail
Submerge into the current and let it sink to the bottom on an anchor’s tail”

Cursed with (_______)
Persist

The water cleanses then vermillion takes the place of the remaining rage
Save it for a rainy day commodity
Keep it tucked away within the makings of our progeny

{planter}
"But maybe I can still get the garden to grow"

Errol Hem + Milky Way - 01 Enlil (Prologue/Pulling weeds, planting seeds)

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