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- The Vast Sea of Suffering -
In desperation I have sunk
Failure is the weight that anchors me
To ungodly ways
In the murky depths is where I’m lodged
A rotting, ill-made vessel
Sentenced to the waves, stripped bare by the gale
Out there, above, the ships pass in the night
Far beyond the great sea, their destination lies
These rags of filth and webs of dark times
Let me sneer at understanding
Madness, winding about me in ribbons
Reason is devoured, like the ill-vessel to the waves
A wound deep in the bowels of a barren sea
This unholy cathedral of sickness...
- My Breath Makes a Path Through the Dust -
Mist embrace marble, step timidly
Evening shed, bled through fissured glass
Sapless leaves caress her marble sheet
Church bells, far-flung, ring
Within this coffin, she lays her head
A waning, ambered silhouette
Breathe whispers, my words trembling
Dust motes clutched in suspension
Remove her finery, bloodless skin
On her knees, in a posture of prayer
My breath flew, thrust-through, barbed thorns
Church bells, far-flung, ring
Collapsed on her back, once pinned in the dirt
Buggered whore, stare under her skirt
Tongue upon thigh, lick careless lust
My breath makes a path through the dust
Her habit hiked up, black, rotten and tattered
Flung over her head, fingers seize upon her neck
Foreplay embark, tongue pushing past
Whisper a path through her dust
Hushed lips I kissed, an open wound
Whilst teardrops cleave the worm’s acre
God’s faithful laid bare to lust
My breath makes a path through the dust
- Mysteries of the Worm -
(Music & Arrangement: Scott Williams, Lyrics: G.H.VanDoorn)
In a cold, relentless region
A beast of disorder slumbers in solitude.
Waiting to claim the Earth
And blister the sky with fissures of fire.
Circles of fire on the floor.
Burn circles of fire in the sky.
Corpse-fat candles flicker.
The chaos of light and shadow.
Embodied on a background of black.
Ignored by the stain of apathy.
On a beaconless planet, darkness reigns.
Mysteries of the worm.
Mysteries of the worm.
Darkness, doubt, disorder.
Humanity hunted as though it were prey
But don’t pray to a bitter God.
- Bore Black Feathers -
(Music, Lyrics, & Arrangement: G.H.VanDoorn)
Sinking sun, wilted, weary.
Pierced nightfall, pale, hollow.
The rain across your face.
A sombre stream pesters my cheek.
Deprived of light, forgotten glee.
Scalpels of light bring to light my hand, coated in dirt.
Beneath this layer is written: “Don’t forget the soap.”
Wading through the banality.
Cast down my reason, forgotten glee.
When the words that make promises
Are made meaningless from overuse.
Sitting alone, silent and still.
Bereft of colour, dreary, frail.
The nightingale’s song has ceased.
So flourish insincerity.
Plunge us into ignorance.
And this is humanity. How lucky!
Scalpels of light bring to light my hand, coated in dirt.
Beneath this layer is written: “Don’t forget.”
Scalpels carve into my once wet skin.
“The birds chirp. Not once, not twice...NEVER!”
- Sedate Me! -
(Music: Vahrzaw, Lyrics & Arrangement: G.H.VanDoorn)
Sedate me! Sleep well in a world of unrest.
(So you can) continue your mindless routine, development suppressed.
Sedate me! Unable to shit but I can sleep.
Combat morning sickness, Thalidomide’s cheap.
Berate me! Mothers absolved of infanticide.
A novel concept given that you made your choice.
Berate me! Alleviation equals annihilation.
Like a buzzing in your ear “It’s my fault.”
Disability writhes within you.
Ingrown genitals, broken hearts.
Who cares? Ignorance is an excuse.
In my world, it’s your head in the noose.
Negate me! Happily shove pills down your throat.
Negate me! Yet companies should bear the blame.
Negate me! Giddy with the thought of a quick pay-check.
Consigned to oblivion, abdication of responsibility.
Sedate me! Berate me! Negate me!
- Pest Ban -
(Music, Lyrics & Arrangement: Ben van Poppel)
Unremembered, unlamented, you skulk and crave only pity.
Why should we retch on empty words?
And stomach your deluded home-grown monomania,
When the trail of your failure wends its fetid stench back to you.
The masses like locusts culled.
This depression, your self-made, self-sent designer plague.
Enact the pest ban, when fruitless life bloats unreplete.
Enforce the pest ban, cleanse humankind's stables of pointless meat.
Your witless self-indulgence will end as it began.
With the realisation, that existence terminated is your only lot.
Slave to one and all.
A respiring machine.
Expendable, used then left.
A gangrenous will, starved of purpose.
End a squandered life!
Your birthright expired.
Surrender your place up to higher worth.
No last reprieve, be gone, be dead, be dirt.
- To Wander Eternal Corridors -
(Music, Lyrics & Arrangement: Scott Williams)
Cast down through emptiness into the eternal pit of darkness.
Drones of black death wisp past and deafen.
Into the unknown eons, screaming!
A faceless screech without a sound.
As time folds back in around you
Faces haunt the flowing mist.
Cold, cold
Black memories...
Screaming into the void where planets fall and die.
The endless walls don’t echo.
For in this darkness filled with vomit and hurt,
Swirls a disease in spirals, surrounded by sickness.
The blood drips from the tongue into everlasting time.
As you wander eternal corridors.
Decaying teeth chatter as this blackness dissolves your being
And the mind of the damned is erased.
Consumed by hate, in death, in fear.
The torn flesh of despair.
Life vanishes into a point of light where creation once began.
The bleakness has consumed you...
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- For a Willful Virgin -
Like a child
Frightened of the dark
You clench up
Hatred consumes me
When I look upon you
Cleanse me of your naivety
And kill yourself
You don’t give head
Lifeless bag of flesh
Don’t force me to tell you
To kill yourself
Fucked you for fun
You were my toy
With every word
Your breath nauseates me
So kill yourself
Frigidity is a plague
So kill yourself
I need a whore to punish
- Revelation -
Ye so-called pious, ye self-styled elect,
Behold your spoils.
The harvest once sown, unwitting, in vain
Ye now shall reap.
Rulers by fear and by torment,
By threat of damnations teeth at our heels.
Now cower with heads in the sand
And backs to the whip.
Unmasked as humanity’s traitors,
What say ye now? Your Gods stand before you in truth.
A thousand gross of necks to strangle,
A thousand gross of heads to hew.
Elect, ye have indeed been chosen.
With blood to wash us clean of you.
We are omega and omega, the last and the only.
Behold, we come with clouds;
And every eye shall see us;
And all the kindreds of the Earth will wail because of us.
God, the invention you wrought in your image.
Now twists the earth from under your feet,
And from out your fevered clutches to laugh in your face.
Of life’s tree we shall also feast, and reclaim
The eternity bequeathed to us.
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