Inhospitable Forest

TURN THAT SHIT UP

The Kingdom Of Night

Ancient Dungeon

присвячується бою в бузковому парку в березні 2022 року і всім загиблим від рук москалів/ 
is dedicated to the battle in the Lilac Park in March 2022 and to all those who died at the hands of the russian bitches

LILAC PARK GENOCIDE (1ST MARCH 2022, KHERSON)

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Decaying Lull

Fading Memories

“Blurred City” is a cinematic synth-pop track that drifts between ambient calm and emotional turbulence. Built on analog synths, ambient guitar layers, deep sub-bass and live drums, the track evolves slowly, from soft restraint to sudden bursts of intensity. I wrote and produced the song alone, inspired by the feeling of emotional distance in overstimulated cities. Like a late-night walk through empty streets, when everything feels quiet, except your head.

Blurred City

Everyone wants to make it...

In the truth of all hearts, EVERYONE wants to make it.

No matter how strong, how rich, weak, powerful, average, detached, or inconsequential.
There is no amount of delusion that humans can persuade those and themselves of a higher transcendence that all would want nothing at all. Plain and simple, no rocket science or major groundbreaking truth.

Fair.

The endless desire for the highest of what life can offer is always something that seems so luring, and yet only a certain few have actively devoted themselves to be higher than most. Although, we may see the highest of what life has to offer is prescribed to be fame, financial wealth, security, contentment, or a simple life without any complications; These values would always be outweighed by the endless desire of cosmic proportions of achieving the highest in society, rather than a simply living life with full truth of the simple act of love for the craft.

The craft of living life.

My desires have grown to an unignorable proportion to the point where it feels that I have no mouth.
This sickens me to an unhealthy amount of guilt and shame for not being able to love the craft due to the faulty belief of doing something for the sake of beneficial fame. I have always feared my spark would fade in obscurity with a whimper, and finally snuffed. I know that I am loved and blessed to even have a chance at life in general, but there are times where I feel at most, a speck who has done nothing but consume and taken without giving back to humanity or the Eternal Cosmic Flame of where we were born from.

I have always enjoyed my time that I have here on this earth and its simple pleasures to offer by the abundance, and yet I have ignored and denied my purpose to create a value to share to the world, impactful or not. But I have finally decided to stop this terrible silence. I want to share this perspective with those who take the time to tune in, even for a few seconds.

Everyone and myself, wants to make it; for the denial of such purpose, is the becoming of a scorned man left to rot. To bring purpose is to also share the Eternal Flame to spread creation. There will always be terrible ideas enacted upon in disturbing light, and there will always be an idea of tomorrow that dies in the abyss. But I beg of you and myself to allow the simple desires of love for the craft to flow freely for all to see, not from a place of expectation, but from a place of love and expression. Share the flame to those who need it the most, not for their brightness of a star, but for the passion of humanity.

We have always wanted to make it out for ourselves, but always met with a fierce storm of doubt and worry. From heavy winds of doubt and insecurity, to real-world problems of various factors in life; One's own injustice is to reject the own soul of cosmic expression.

It starves. It cries. It pleads. It struggles. It fights to survive, only for it to fall on deaf ears. 

Despite knowing that most arrows shot in the dark have never fully lit the night skies, it is more important to love the crafting of the bow and arrows to be enough to light the stars that shine into your eyes. I know most may go back into normality and continue to consume and enjoy what is given, as will I; but I leave this for anyone who will break the chains of unwavering complacency, not in spite or contrary, but the simple indomitable human love that is the craft of purpose.

Do not break one's own hammer for the fear of rejection or complacency of consumption; For we are, in spirit, gifts of the Eternal Flame who bring unique values to light up the of others to share for the simple joys of the craft. That is what it means to love.

With this truth, we will all make it...


For the Love of the Craft

SATAN'S JOY

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