Rend the veil, Open the gates
Let it all in before its too late

Hear the sounds, embrace the depths
Make the call, awake what there rests

Closing in, there's nowhere to go
Drown in the rain, freeze in the snow

Taking hold, the currents flow fast
There's no way to know how long this will last

Rising and swelling as the wave hits its peak
To offer a glimpse for those who might seek
A vision or voice from planes residing higher
Or a down-flow of energy to fulfill your desires

On fate or freewill, there's no interjection
predetermined in all by natural selection
Implicit, unbounded, and righteously just
In this chaos I ultimately place my trust

Here it is, this is the rain
To nourish the earth and heal the pain

It may be, the leaves now will fall
Yet this purge by Justice rejuvenates all

Some will die and we'll suffer a while
New life will grow when time rots the denial

For now we rise to catch that sweet glance
At the towering Serpent through sacred trance


Insurmountably enormous and impossible to behold
The entropic sentience which all thought enfolds 
The Whole of life as a singularity expressed
Leviathan is the Key to the release of unrest

On fate or freewill, there's no interjection
predetermined in all by natural selection
Implicit, unbounded, and rightously just
In this chaos I ultimately place my trust

Leviathan

Am I the sum of my thoughts?
Whirling in my head, what comes soon forgot
Am I the battles I've fought?
'cause I'm the real victim of the wrath I've wrought

Are we the sum of our deeds?
The vile things we do to meet our needs
Are we just here to plant the seeds?
And raise more directionless mouths to feed?

There's so much that life could be
But I'm locked in a cage, picking to be free
Stuck in this society
Bound by the penny and the dollars decree

I am so lost in my thoughts
Whirling in my head, what comes soon forgot
Right now I need it to stop
The sweet silence of the guillotines chop

Body paralyzed yet awake inside
Where the harrowing death of dreams abide
I'm screaming yet only the moans come out
With each down beat of the flogging knout

Blood forms sweet symbols divine and arrayed
With each deep cut of the butchering blade
There's no sensation left to feel the pain
With the tightening of the choking chain

The cycle goes on to infinity
A whirling self creating trinity
I'm lost somewhere in the midst of this haze
Attempting to set my soul ablaze

The death cut sinks deep beneath the skin
It's sweeter than the sickest sin
The universe reduced to its vibrations
Embrace this beautiful annihilation

Reconstructed piece by piece
Ejected from an ephemeral release
Where there is Nothing to ever cease
But I am slow, decayed, and decreased

Crystallized to Mortality
Resigned to a pitiful finality
In a frigid reality
Unaffected by my Gnostic depravity

The wheel of life picks up momentum
How can this be an existence addendum?
Trembling in this algid new light	
There's a force within that entices to fight

It's Satan, the Horned God, Lord of All Life
Raging within me when I fight the strife
When I live and struggle against the pain
and grasp at all the joys that still remain

Let the Black Flame empower Supremacy
To launch an assault on ascendancy
It seems for certain that life is a war
Against natural order and all it deplores

Trying to rise up and brazen the cold
With mental chaos eternal foretold
I know how the Wheel constantly turns
To now find the center where the Flame burns.

Fortune In Formation

Osiris did climb the ladder which Nut provided. A great resonance issues forth from his Pylons which guard the Land of Reeds from the heartless leavings of Ammit. It is the music which falls on the ears of the lost souls who wander; a gentile agitation to assist in dissolution.

Concession Stand

Wasted Meat

Like Night and Day

Distillaton

Futility

Lady of Sorrow

Age of Fire

This song is my submission to Amanda Palmer's one-week songwriting contest: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sunday-contest-28370965

The prompt was to write about the blackout experienced in New York recently. I felt the need to depart from my usual tricks. The result was a week-long love affair with my guitar. We really needed it after all of the electronic madness lately. 

Amanda Palmer, you rock!

Lyrics:

A crowded bar bathed in beer
Lively conversation thickens the air
Most are tourists, some live near
Everyone knows the prices aren’t fair

The fading sun lights up a tiny window
A single ray shines in to fuel the revelry
Bar tabs are scrawled on any paper found
With cell-phone-light, they pass good times around

Bordeaux poured into crystal so fine
Napkin rings and chandeliers
A few dine ritz for the first time
Most are of society’s upper tiers

Everyone is just sitting in the dark
Making due with place-setting candles
There’ll be no filet mignon tonight
Our pattern is broken but the salad is alright

A show is sold out, the biggest one in town
The audience excitedly waits outside
New York is where the big things go down
They wade through it’s cultural tide

Yet it’s all been cancelled, the show can’t go on
Broadway stars do sidewalk gigs
Our fiery undercurrent in mystery goes cold
We’re left to rely on the methods of old

The traffic lights are broken and the streets are all clogged
Our modern comforts sour one by one
The artificial world’s strength is left in doubt
While bereft of its many false Suns.

We harness the flame and the lightning
With our best theories and understanding
And our bonfires pierce through each night
Until we’re down to only wet logs

Wesley Everett