Our indecision is a virtue when prayers go unreceived. Their words don't move to action. That voice… it's not a part of me. The imitation of a life; inanimate objects hunting for what they left behind. Illuminated in the night; the monolith we emerged from. That which we dare to find. You've taken an easy position, so proud of what you've won. And all of the threats that were made, just some harmless fun. Reiterating what's been said, I ought to be on my way to reaching the essence of. Illuminated, what was meant; velocity terminates when within the presence of. You've made this an easy decision with the barrel of a gun, but never considered that you'd spill the other's blood. You planted all the seeds; possess the greenest thumb. Well, maybe tomorrow forgive what today was done. Our indecision is a virtue when prayers go unreceived. Their words don't move to action. That voice… it's not a part of me. Your guilt is a willful admission; the eyes that oversaw. If I didn't know any better I'd swear by law. You taught me how to read what's hidden down below; to draw from the well of the void what should not be known.

illliteyorpankakezonfyre

The Rubicon lies behind us. Glory be our wake. All I know is the damage done and the forces we create, with these the final steps we take. There's something wrong with the way the wind blows. Philosophies crumble around us. Nothing if not remade. We've recited vows here before the gods, rendered null by those we break. Vows the gods themselves won't take. There's something wrong with the way the wind blows. Vicissitudes in the song it sings. What goes up must come down. There's something wrong with the way the Earth turns. Vicissitudes that concern our kings. The tides of history pull us forward. A Western fall and an Arab Spring.

The Patriot, Act One

You can never know what is meant to be. Only what binds your hands and feet. Render service in such uncertainty, because it's our doubts that set us free. May I look into your future? Let me show to you your life. What you need is some perspective. To see through the lens of all mankind. I'm invested in what's been part of me. Never what I cannot foresee. If the spells I cast put the mind at ease, then in your trust I shall believe. May I look into your future. Let me show to you your life. What you need is some perspective. To see through the lens of all mankind. Make of what you will. Deceive. Take what you want from me, I plead. Do our truths amount to power if not distinguished from our lies? Maybe someday we'll be different. The rate for an hour is ninety-nine.

Soothsayer

I felt your hand on my shoulder, but when I turned you were gone. The admonition of all to come. I turned a slim possibility into a tidal wave. Been trying to reach that horizon line for days. The clouds above. Sunken mountains below. This lone survivor drifts along. PLEASE COME. NEED SHELTER FROM THE SUN.

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A Message of Leave-taking and Farewell

Demo version of "Infinity Police" from "THE IRON TRIANGLE: BUREAUCRACY" to be released in Summer/Fall of 2015.

Infinity Police (DEMO)

I've made friends with these patterns. They obey my command. They should flow more freely, though, like our grains of sand. It grows at a pace that exceeds our most modest of assets and reliable means. Double down on catastrophe. My portfolio swells. Signify my conquest with the ring of a bell. It grows at a pace that exceeds our most modest of assets and reliable means. The mall in the right tone of voice satisfies all your longings. Let the selfish rejoice. We deserve it the way we go running around. We deserve it the way we go running our mouths. We deserve it the way we go running aground. We deserve it the way we go spiraling down.

Misanthropic Thunder

We've approached ourselves from the middle so as not to startle the herd. Let me introduce you all, here beside our great wall. We were thinking it would be better if we could bury the past. But really, why should we bother if nothing here ever lasts? Let me introduce you all, here beside our great wall. Towers watch us from afar; betray the truth of what they are. We're fated to meet. That magnet will reach because our pulses are shared - signs of decay that we wear. Save our ship. Sound, our system.

Magnetar

Familiar is the feeling of our own naive assumptions. Even now do we depreciate the things we have. Say that you'll keep our secrets. There are many that keep their own. Lionize with a distant conscience, telling lies of an icon set in stone. I've never seen a place to be, aside from these museums. Expire in an gallery lest we move along. Say that you're willing to keep my secrets. There are more than I've got room for. I'm a ghost of my intuition, pulling rank on the part I thought I should control. If you follow someone's directions, when you see someone ask them how it was to treat us this way. To dazzle diluted senses with a box someone has you begging for every night and day.

Figures

Underwrite everything when the forums fail. The curve expects this. Let the tone be disowned. Just know I'm not alone. I can't advocate a thing from the floor. Best if done when out of sight. Smoke reflected in the frame of a mirror. Fill your seats and reignite. Override anything when the law is stale. The rules suggest this. Let their own. Let alone. 'Cause soon we're headed home. I can't advocate a thing anymore. Best if done without a fight. Smoke reflected in the shame of an office. Resources drifting through the night. Board the doors and do it right. Sell your soul to keep the lights on.

Third House (The Ballad Of Felipe Fuentes)

We live each day in divinity, in the power and quality of divinity. It rains on us. We are enveloped by it. Divinity is the totality of the flux of energy. We are living all the time in the flux of energy which is loaded with God's qualities. We enhance the quality of our own existence by way of humility. When we live in humility, God's providence pours into us. It is the quality of our meaning that we receive God's divinity and providence. The ecology of BCC is God's ecology. God showers his infinite benevolence on us because we have the humility to receive it. The light of providence is our guiding light and the power of providence goes deep into our souls. Know the meaning of the power and the light that providence is, when it gets into our soul and starts illuminating it. Divinity is stronger in silence than when we speak. Words cannot do justice to what we are trying to express. We are left in power and in humility.

The Great Wall

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