Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed that he does not fall. 
No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; 
and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond
what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also,
so that you will be able to endure it.

Down by the rising river,
a water buffalo awaits with a wicked grin
to welcome you home.
"Closer," he cooly beckons.
Closer to that inconspicuous log!
It swollows you whole!
You didn't have to go!
Is it now more comfortable once inside the reptile's belly?

On the Topic of Our Comforts

In a world of loud noises, 
make me deaf to all but Your word. 
Countless generations converge their will me, 
but none is greater than Yours. 
Many tastes press themselves to my lips, 
but Lord, bring your coals. 
A thousand kings summon me to their throne rooms, 
but my knee only bows to Yours.

There's a war before us that we perceive, 
but no one acknowledges. 
There are arsons to commit, 
but no one lights the match. 

You're too weak on your own, 
but brother, you are not alone. 
You thrash about quite well, 
but let His peace guide your fight.
for His is the victory. 
Don't fight under your own colors; 
fight under the banner of the Lord's, 
for His is the victory.

His is the Victory

You go to feel comfortable, to be a better person, 
but as soon as you leave, you either make yourself an island 
no one can reach, or, like a chameleon, 
you shift your appearance for whoever surrounds you,

and you don't see a problem,

cause you sling "Hallelujahs!" 
like a pro, and no one ever knows, not even you, 
that absolutely nothing penetrates your heart of jaded stone. 
You make a mockery of the Church.

These walls are a farce!
but it doesn't have to be this way.
You made it this way!

These Walls are a Farce

Continually we spirial towards each other.
But who's spirit is rising up?
And who's will is crashing down?

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

...Oh God.

We Dance a Strange Dance

Six and a half minutes of breakdowns and noise recorded using a classical guitar, a macbook pro external mic, and garageband's stack and distortion effects.

Completed in less than three hours, this will surely be the greatest piece of music you will ever listen to.

Listen to these rave reviews!
"Romantic!"
"I'm sorry, was it recorded with a potato?"
"Its so brutal, that is shit."
"Honestly, that was painful."
"DUDE, I love it!  That's insane!"

The Greatest Guitar EP Ever

A Bottle of Resting Buzzsaws Stirred Swiftly

On the Topic of Death (and Puppies)

Serious Concerns are Mounting at an Alarming Rate...

In my dreams, 
I see a sick dog stumbling down a suburban street, wandering, 
hoping someone will open their door to welcome him in, but everyone just stares. 
Sadness swells in my soul. I knock on doors asking why no one will do what they need to do, 
why they'd let suffering exist under their noses. 
"This isn't my problem, nor my responsibility," the inform me. 
"There is a god in heaven, and he will provide for that poor dog," and they send me on my way. 
And as my tail dropped behind me, I realized the dog was me, 
that I ran loose on the pretty streets a stray with no where to lay my head. 
Off I roamed where it began to storm, where lakes formed, 
and cars collided into, drenching me to my cursed bones. 
There was no where for me to hide from the downpour. 
I stumbled into another neighborhood of children playing, their laughter swelling hope inside me, 
but it soon disappeared after one saw my mangled fur. They devoted their energy to throwing stones at me. 
So I moved to leave the city, when a wild pack of family dogs demanded where I was going. 
When I told them, away from here, and not into their pack, they came for my throat. 

I fought for my life. 
I barely made it out alive. 
I stumbled on for what felt like days... 
until I found a quiet house under a shady oak, 
where a kind old man took me in, patted me on the head 
and told me to be at peace, for I am home, and he washed me clean of my past. 
and gave me a home, a haven, family, bread and wine, everything I've ever needed. 
He is my master, 
and I will worship Him.

I will worship You!

...and then I woke from my dream and I realized it was everything I wished my life to be.

...But With Grace, You Reaffirm How You are God (ft. Jay Tholen)

Locking eyes with the mirror, 
it coolly inquires, 
"Who are you?," 
to which I carefully respond, 

"I am 
who I am made to be, 
only slightly less." 

///

I won't stop until I'm there!
I can't stop fighting for who I am!
This is a fight for me.
Let me rage for me!
Let me rage!

What matters in the little time we have here
is to never become complacent.
Our forefather's curses lie heavy on our shoulders.
Fight them off.
And never stop raging.

Only Slightly Less/ Let Me Fight For More (ft. Optimus Chad)

demo version of a track. its gonna get spiffy soon

Our Kingdoms

Remix of Jake Allison's Daft Crunk
http://jakeallison.bandcamp.com/track/daft-crunk
Made in nanoloop mobile,
all hail the holy application

Daft Crunk (Daftest, Crunkest Remix)

Lukewarm (In Relation to Christ) will be my first full length release, a concept album split into two halves titled Less Warm and More Warm. 
 This work will be a full exploration into our thoughts and actions that find us at odds with our own existence. 
 Musically, Less Warm, as with all my other work, will be written using the Nanoloop Mobile phone app, but with a more experimental focus with atmosphere and mood in mind, the poems reflecting and expounding the themes presented. More Warm will continue the same unique sound explored on Rage (In Relation to Living), but with even more attention to capturing the essence of the poetry through the calculated chaos. 

A full length chipthrash release nine months in the making, Lukewarm (In Relation to Christ) intends to change your perceptions what chiptune can create.
lyrics
Revelation 3:15, 16

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