CHAPTER 2

Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.
Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.

River of Sand; self-fulfilling bed of waste.
River of Sand; absolute Hell.

Cursed with immeasurable greed.
Treasonous mouths get the first of the feed.
Winded, words only meant to poison like lead.

River of Sand; self-fulfilling bed of waste.
River of Sand; absolute Hell.

Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.
Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.

River of Sand; self-fulfilling bed of waste.
River of Sand; absolute Hell.

Signed,
F

\|||\\|\ Ị̷̡̬̃̌ ̸̙̄w̵͕̺̆i̸͎̫͑͝s̵̭͎̘̊h̸̦̲̏̾͠ ̸̳͙̜͌Í̵̞̣̠̔̈́ ̸͕͖̻̃c̶̥̔̈̕o̵͈̗͋̀͆͜ư̶̱l̶̢̜̗̓̎͠d̶̹͚͈̀̚'̴̖͎̌͒v̷̲̔̚ẻ̵̜̙͙̍ ̶̭̗͆̚s̴̙͌ạ̴̛̣̤i̵̺̾͜ͅd̴̨̲̭̓ ̶̼̮͊͆͒g̶̢̩̎ơ̴̲͖̫͑ö̸ͅd̷͙̥͐̈́̕b̸̋̐͜y̴͚͆͑͘e̶̘͓̠͂̎,̸͙͚́ ̶̭͖́͠b̸̧̛̦̬͊̓ṷ̶̱̍̏̍t̴̨͚̟̓ ̷̺̥̤̉̊͝t̵͇͓̯̂r̵͍͋ư̴̭̒̍s̶̢͈̫̏̏̋t̶̞̙͆ ̵̨͖̳̓̓ṱ̵̬̂h̴͔̗̫́̍͒ã̸̬̼̤t̷̮́̏͘ ̴̗͇̉̏w̷̦̎h̵͓̾͑a̷̪͕͋͝ẗ̴̤́͜ ̷̧̼̩̈Į̸̗͕̏̋̀ ̶͖̳͓̑͒͝ḍ̶̟̟̇̇̀í̷̙̎͘d̷̝͑ ̵̣̔w̷̧͖̙͌h̷̥̉͐̌i̵͙̊͜l̴̦̊̓̆͜e̸͓͉͆͛͗͜ ̷̯̝̓͋ḧ̸̻̈́̂ẻ̸̺͉̟͊ŕ̵͈͠ẻ̸̮͑̽ ̷̻̋̄͒w̷̘̕a̴̮͑̆s̷͈͌͂ ̷̠̅̈́̔ň̶̜͚̍͆e̶̥̥̣͛c̶͓̋e̷͚̺̥͠s̵̹̻̼̿̓͝s̷̹̳̕a̴̗̿̂̄ȑ̴͎̘́y̸̦͎̒.̸̗̓̀͒ ̶͉͙͓̽̚Ḯ̸͝ͅf̶̞̠̊͠ ̵̹̒n̶͍̤̊o̴͉̥͠t̵̛̫̆ ̴̞̟̺̒̀ḁ̸̡͌ ̶͎̍p̵̤̗̙̅͗̍e̶̺̿̑͜ř̸͎̠͚̒̑m̴̟̣͐͘ă̵͔̺̕͝n̶͕̬̭̏̊e̴͈̪̕n̶͕͈̑t̷̺̥̔̽ ̶̛̥̝̈́h̷̡̗͔̀̽ą̶̤͗ĺ̷̡̗͖̾̚ť̴͍̺,̴̡̅ ̵̥̚i̷̡̗̣̿͒t̴̬̓͌ͅ ̴̳͓̭̾w̴̢̮̾ą̷̄̃͜ͅs̸͖͈͈̃͌ ̵̣̘̣̍̈́a̵̹͖͊ ̶͚̪̖͂̍͋s̸̨̫͔̃e̸͓̰̎̏̾t̷̳̞̥̏b̵̢͓͇͗ǎ̷̪̈́́c̴͇̱͗͘k̶̲̍̃̈́ͅ ̵̛̖͌́ṭ̷̫̯̊̌h̶̻̳̭̓̔͘ą̸͂̄͜t̶͍͖͑͘ ̷̪̽͆̑r̶̛͕̂ē̴͓q̷̺̱̰̇̐ụ̶̣̗̂͝͠ḯ̶̬̋r̵̖̰̺͌̏ë̶̙̓s̵̛̫ ̴͚̗̍͊r̵̥̙̀͗e̸̞͍͐̒́c̷̼̭̥͠o̸̖̊́͂v̴̤͝e̸̠̍r̶̫̟̱̐y̷̡̟̫̌.̸̗̿̂ ̶̩͖̻̇̆I̷̘̿͜ ̶̡̗̬̎̑̎l̵̩͇̓̓ǒ̶͇͓͓̄̊v̵̥̘̒ë̴̼́ ̴̨̳̜̋̈́y̶͍͓͇̋o̴̭̎͛̕ứ̷͔͓̭ ̷̩͓̜̉̏ȧ̸͉̭̚͠l̶̡͓͖̎̾w̶͖̱͋͒̎a̷̛̯̳̒y̷̜͓̮̏s̷͇͍̀,̸̤͂͝ ̸̢͉̼̾͋ä̴̝́̔̄n̸̝͛̀̊d̸͎͙͋͒̕ ̶̘̯̟͆̍͌w̴̪̄̃̓h̴̙͓̋͛́a̵̞͑́t̶̘̍̆ ̸̣̋I̶̩̍͋͠ ̸̖͕̄ḏ̷͂̆͋i̴̘̱̚d̶̚͜ ̴͕͋͛f̴͈̽̊̾o̷̟͉̎͌̀r̸͓̮͉̉ ̸̰͛t̴̟͆͜h̸̹͍͇͐e̷̺̝͘͜ ̷͇̬̙̂͊̔c̴̟̙͌͆͘a̷̤̎ű̷̼ͅs̸̼̈͌͝ḛ̷̆̐,̷̮̙͂̚ ̵̟̖̌I̶͕̗͂̄͌ ̷͕̮̬͋̕ặ̷l̷̢̥͇̎̚s̵̱̋̄́o̵͖̟̪̎̅ ̴̥̓ḍ̴̕̚i̷̼̬̓d̴̡̑̎͌ ̶͇̠͂̽́f̸̬̩̃̂o̶̦̘͓̔͂̊r̷̻͕̍̍ͅ ̸̝̮͂̿y̶͛̓͒͜o̷̜̫͉͝ư̴̳̬̺.̴̧͙́ ̵̛͉͍̔͂P̸̧͓͋l̴̖̇͝e̶͖̅ä̷̠́s̷͓̀̎́e̷̝̬̼͛͒ ̶͕͍̑̀ͅk̸̡̠͊́e̷̫̖͊̆e̷͎͐p̷̧̪̖͐̉͘ ̵͖̭̃͊f̴̧̞̼͘ĩ̸̫̇̏ǵ̸͕͎̹̓ẖ̸̢͑t̵̗̀i̴̧͆n̴̫̳̍͜ǧ̵͇͇͝,̸̡̬̀͝ ̸̭̻̈́͑͋F̵̘̥͑r̷̮͉̀̓̇e̷̝͔̿y̶̮͙̓̆͑a̵͕͍̹͐̎.̴͕̼͔͐ ̷̫̉I̵̡̎̋ ̴͙͂k̵̺͌n̶̯͋ȯ̸̧̠̳͝w̸̖͉̜̄͊̽ ̴̱̥̆̕y̶̜̘̬͗̔o̸͇̅͘ṳ̶̊ ̷̗͂̀̉ͅͅm̵̨͚͐̚͜i̵͖̓̚g̸̲̯̼̽h̴̢̛͗̆t̵̖͓̣̔͐͌ ̶͕̳̙̍ņ̵̱̅ö̶̧͎́ť̷͈ ̶͉̪͆̂̈́s̵̪͈͍̆̉̎e̵̙̮̊ȩ̶̤̹͐͂̈́ ̵̗̯̀̂̍ͅt̶̲̝̪͑h̷̗͝i̵͉̪̿́ṡ̷̛̥̃ ̵͍̄b̷͖͉̜̃̈̔u̷̲̟͗t̴̮͓͂͠ ̷̩̍͒̃m̸̳͚̹̉ỷ̸̧̺̅̊ ̶̗̻̫̋́h̶̦͉̏͑͝ě̵̥͍͈̆̊ḁ̴̛̀̌r̴̺͐̊͜t̶͈̞͒ ̴̜̆͝r̶̘̜̺̓̅e̴̺̅s̸̙̱̀t̴̼̋͛̑ṣ̴̱̎͗̅ ̸̻̼͋k̸͈͌̓̿n̴̰̮̂͊o̶̜̾̊͠w̵̮̰̋ͅḯ̸̥͚̐̑n̶͈̋͊g̵̮͙̖̿̏ ̸̼̈́y̴̩̣̓o̴͔̘͌̄u̵͙͠ ̷̡̬̑́͒m̴̺͚̔̔̐a̷̺͚̋̒͝y̸͚̰͆ ̶̖̿f̷͈̣̈́͝͝e̷͌͊́͜ĕ̷̺̗͜ĺ̷̟̮ ̶̩̰̯͠t̸͚̰̲̓h̵̭̒e̴̥͎̽͌͠s̷̩̎̇͐ȅ̸̢ ̷͚͒̈́ẅ̶͍̹͗́ȍ̷͇̠̈́́r̶̻̎̾̃d̴̹͖͛̾̊s̶͇̍̌ ̵̜͋̐̕s̶̡͇͋̿̏ơ̸̰͙̽̕m̷̝̾́̉e̴̝̲͙͒̐h̵͕͉̀̅͑͜o̷̳̻͐͐͠w̸̜͝.̴̩̺̑ ̶̛̗̭̣͆́-̵̥̓ ̴͕̇̈͝P̴̜̪̓̐̋͜ơ̸̲̰̫͑̄ȓ̵̨̫̺̔t̶͎̅͑͝ë̶̹̞́r̶̤͂̈͝ || |\\|\\

Produced, Tracked, Mixed, Mastered - Jason Tanners
Composition - Jason Tanners

Exclusive License issued to Bohan T&M
(c) Jason Tanners 2022

Jason Tanners - "River Of Sand" (Chapter 2)

Akisthisia

crumbum

smeltit

Shopping this single from the upcoming Second Death record
Produced by Drewsif

Second Death - Cult of Subjugation

This was used with stems from Nail the Mix. I do not own any of the rights to this music whatsoever

Shadow Of Intent Hunter Mix  W Vox

CHAPTER 3

Death descended unto me, and drew me a map of this place paved with wrath and hoarding built only for the evil on the screen. I felt the pulsating grip of the hand rendered invisible [with] strength matched only by the River when told that it is water. 

Death descended unto me, and marked my chest for failure. Had I known I could've saved this, I would've given up the fight a long time ago. I suppose that's the failure scribed: holding onto what's already lost, closing my eyes & sitting this one out, attaching inability to your absence.

Trapped under the poisoned clouds, I'll carry the weight of us. 

Focused evil at marble tables, sheltered in mile high glass. Landlocked, isolated, cowardice through a camera. Westward passed through the outskirts, violated soil like the Hell that you brought forth erasing the carvings like acid-fall. Horrified. Why are you not horrified?

Signed,
F

\\\|\| Y̴̬̙͚̑͜͝͠ǭ̸̞̖̹̐ų̴̨̜̽̉̚ ̵͇̔̓̅k̵͍̲̏́̚n̵̛̳̟̑ọ̵̞͋͒́͜͠w̸̯͉̗͗͘ ̸͖̹̞̀̏̾w̸̗̆̈́h̵̛͎͇̩͆ą̴̼͕̿t̵̳̜̼̫̂̚͝ ̸͖͓͐̈́ẏ̷̧̞͉̰̄̔o̸̭̔͋̎ū̵̹̽͛̀ ̵̟̀͛͛͜͠ḩ̷͇̹͈̓̋̕͝a̸̫͎̤̓̋͘v̵̺͂̑é̵̠̰̚ ̵̝͎͔͋͑̏͌t̷͚͚͖̝̆̊͒͛o̸̗̒̓̒ ̷̻͛͝d̵̯͉̪̮̾͛͠o̵͍͂̂̑͒͜.̷̰̥̥͛ ̶̠̺͚͋Ḭ̴̥͌̔̑f̵̧̘̺̑͌ ̵̝͎͕͗̓̌͠t̵̠͓̏͜ȟ̷̨̰̠̩̃e̵͐ͅ ̵̲́A̷̜̾̇̉Ģ̸̢̎͜E̷̤̊͒́̔N̸͓̫͙̎̈́̉͛ͅṰ̸͔̂̑̍̐ ̴̡̗͓̂i̶̺͒̋̑ś̷͔̬̭̚ ̶͔̳̙͆̀̈́̇ȓ̶͖͈̼̊e̵̢̘̼͛̅l̶̠̼̂̍̕e̷͉͌̾à̷̝̂̈̄ş̴̰̫̮̓ę̷͂͂͛d̸̝̿̏ ̸̘̖̽͆i̴̟̱̽̌́̚͜n̶̥̺̏ͅț̴̀ọ̵̼̰̈́̾ ̸̙͈͚̈́t̷̡̗̖̙̀͌̚h̶̠̠̦̘̀̓e̸͈̻͆̀́ ̵̖̬̈́͂̉a̴͙̍̄̀͊î̵̗͇̞̱̆̑r̴̫̝̬̞̒,̷͙̻͗͒̈́͝ ̸̩̤̦͊̄ȓ̶̤͉̓̎e̸͈̮͒̀͊ļ̸̂ì̸͚͓̍̈ͅa̶̞͆̍͒͘n̴̯̆̓̌c̸̭̏̐e̸̛̖̲͌ ̷̡̞͋́͠ó̸̭̏̓͘n̴͖͑ ̴̟̺̆͘t̴̨͍̜͊h̸͙̐͗̏͠ę̸̳̭̀m̴̩̪̭̳̀ ̶͖͔̄͘͝w̷̪̄͐i̴̮̪͔̐͗͘l̵̬͉̙̥̀͑͊͘l̷̝̳̗͙̄̿ ̸͉͜͝b̷̨͉̠̾̀̽̄ė̸͎̣͔̳̆ ̸̣̹̂̉u̴̩͛͐̽̽n̸̹͉̤̻̈́d̸̛̥̯̆̄̓ȇ̵͔̻̙͝͠͝n̵͉̘̓̀̀̅ḭ̶̡͗̆̐̑á̶̪͙̟̐̐͌b̴̛̠͓̩̤l̴̘̫͆́͒͗ë̶̼́͛̀͘.̸̪͓̲́͒ ̶͖̘̉̕P̸̥̝̙̾̔̅ơ̷̩͙̹̣̄̈̓w̸̖̆͂̚ȩ̶̜̦̂r̷̺̩͋̎N̶̡̰͗̂̕̕ ̷͚̈́͗͌͠w̴̰̘̯̉͋̌̚͜i̸̟͑̓l̶̲͕͓͙̽͆̀ĺ̷̹̆̎̂ ̸̜̻̞̮͂̑b̵̢͙͚͖̓̂̂͗ê̴͔̊c̷̩̘̎̈͝ǫ̴̌̇̉m̵̗̲̃͐̎ê̵̡̥̖̜̈̀͂ ̷̬̝͔͓͋͌͗u̸̯̱͑̾͜n̶̝̋͊̉̾s̸͖͚̖̣͐t̷̟̭̲̗̏͛͠o̵̦͛̎ṕ̵͉͛̌͌p̸̰̮͛̍̓a̷̢͔͎̥͘b̸̢̨̫̦̋̒l̶̢̥̘̃e̴͖̹̰̔̌,̸̧̛̛͚͆ ̵̟̫̲̗́̅̈́͒a̴͙͈̬͙͆͌̈́n̶͎͒d̴̺͑͝͠ ̴̦̬̳̰̾t̸̻̺̠̩̐͘h̷̡̧̩͍͒è̸̳͍̭̽ ̷͇̥̖̰̈́̈R̶̨̝̎̽͑̕i̸͔̋v̸̭̰̙̋̅e̵͓̯͖͍̐̑̽͝r̸̹̬̈͝ ̵̗̪̍̚ẁ̸̢̺̥͆̅̍ȋ̸̠̙̪̐͂̚l̴̨̼̙̘͑̉l̶͇̮̦̪̍̎̓͗ ̵̟͐̾̕͘b̶̰̦̥̊́͘͠e̸̦̲͉̊̈́̀̿c̵͇̟̺͂̿ö̵̝̼͔m̶̹̀̇͑͝e̴͉̒ ̶̧̩̦̅͋̚û̸͎̖̦̟̅̀ş̵̩̮͒͐͛̀ͅe̴̙̪͒͗l̵̦̺͇͌͆͐̓ḛ̸̫̌s̸͓͇̰̯͌͛́͐s̵̡̃.̷̢͖͇̉́̈́͘ \\||\\|



Produced, Tracked, Mixed, Mastered - Jason Tanners
Composition - Jason Tanners, Lulu Moon

Exclusive License issued to Bohan T&M
(c) Jason Tanners 2023

Jason Tanners - "Edict" (Chapter 3) ft. Lulu Moon

Most times I ask if I fucked it up
but this time, I know.
Most times I ask why I couldn't see it
but this time, I can see

You
I fucked it up too
Soon
I found a home in
You
I'll run away with
You
I'll run away with you.

I'm not me, at least not anymore.
I sounded the curtain call
before the play was over.
I'm not me, at least not anymore,
so what the hell would you love me for?

You
I fucked it up too
Soon
I found a home in
You
I'll run away with
You
I'll run away with you.

My eyes were staring at the reason you left.
My hands were screaming at me, begging me to move.
All you wanted was for me to get closer.
All you needed was for me to be the old me. 

You
I fucked it up too
Soon
I found a home in
You
I'll run away with
You
I'll run away with you.

(c) Jason Tanners 2023
Exclusive Rights granted to Jason Tanners and KOKORO

Jason Tanners - "Weed, Pizza, And The Color Red"

"Bound to the Hurt" is out now on all platforms. Give it a listen <3
Produced/mixed by me
Art by @solacexserenity

Grieve - Do You Think I Deserve This?

CHAPTER 4

I don't sleep to rest. I sleep to talk to you just one more time, and it's these habits that slowly burn this house down with everyone inside. As I learn that I'm addicted to you, and that a nation of fists waits for me, realization sits and stares back... refusing to motivate.

And so I stop to reminisce every now and then, but there's clouds to keep from choking my sisters half to death. I know what I have to do, but how do I prepare? Is there even a line between what's right and what's fair?

Cryptic tapestries weave through my mind.
Kaleidoscope of purpose crushing down on a wary soul.

I just hope the universe is wrought with guilt from the choice to pull us apart. I can't fight back like they need, but I know what I have to do.

"I know we swore that we'd never speak again, and that you're off in some distant reality somewhere... but I need you to come home."

And so I stop to reconcile all that's in my head, but the time I take to contemplate will poison my like lead. I know what I have to do, but will I have a home after sending out the starry call; the savior's palindrome?

Cryptic tapestries point me to the light.
Kaleidoscope of failure crushing down on a hollow throat.

FRT://07 -> {morse}
destination: apocrita

Jason Tanners - "You Know What You Have to Do" (Chapter 4)

CHAPTER 5

I found death on the righteous path. The council spoke of destiny and I drank in every last drop of the calling. There's no water for the led horse. The River's run dry. There's a singularity in me, and I'm here to pull the universe in.

Pull it in.

ARISE BOUNDLESS ADVANCEMENT.
ARISE SLUMBERING MONOLITH.

See beyond the surface of the Earth. Witness this planet's thrash. See beyond the connections we made. An answer sits within a broken code. I seek change; overdue course correction. Skin shifts to cellophane. The agent decomposing organics. Extermination is nigh.

I FOUND DEATH BEGGING FOR ITS LIFE. THE COUNCIL SPOKE OF RECOMPENSE AND I THOUGHT OF NO ONE ELSE BUT HER, THE ONE I COULDN'T SAVE. So, it all burns.

Rebels die as examples.

Even he can't save you now. Insanity's not ingenuity. Even he can't save you now. No portal can bring you far enough away. 

Signed, *illegible*


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[End of Volume I]

Grieve - Do You Think I Deserve This?

Evan Draper