1. |
I
11:05
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bowed to infinity – beneath black shroud
no face, no words
a vibrating wave of consciousness –
light and shadow
pulsing like the fluid beneath my ribs
it burns like my flesh and bone
a listless rage – a vengeful suicide – ego death
without pain – dematerialize – spiraling universes
a vacuous reflection – strung in sync
contemplate your worth
forgotten values entrenched in selfishness
buried beneath – exhume yourself
your hands grip the dirt
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2. |
II
09:41
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We are one species amongst many;
our roots bound - an equal exchange in nature.
Human ignorance and profit
- pride in contradiction.
Resplendent sieve.
We trade blood for value.
This privilege is finite;
our parasitic existence will end.
Embrace the collapse of civilization.
A system based on destruction
and exploitation cannot be reformed.
Our fates -- inseparable.
We will not tolerate this patriarchy.
Refuse to cooperate.
Set fire to their mutant fields.
Wrench their death machines.
In defense of Mother Earth -
No Compromise!
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3. |
III
10:58
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We are born into crisis - thrown into the fire.
What defines peace?
Where is equality?
Obstacles of doubt set on our infinite path.
Elaborate hierarchies bound in slavery.
Endless struggle; no future in sight, no past to reference.
Infantile empathy, contemporary ego -
we plant gardens of daises veiled in false-hope.
No more pacifists!
Seperate
Create
Dissent
Exist
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4. |
IV
11:35
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orwell’s time ends with us -
colonialism:
god’s gift to the marginalized
--
starving from a moral violence;
equality in blood and flesh alone
we destroy ourselves for a mad world;
masqueraders of compassion
Ignited by the big-bang of biochemistry,
the spark of consciousness removes
the shroud of human experience
perceptions changed through
clear malevolence –
turning persons into things -
objects to be exploited
assimilate or die -
parish beneath their benevolence
false charity – false security – adaptation
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Ishmael Appleton, Wisconsin
Ishmael is a three-piece Black Metal band from Appleton, Wisconsin that uses their music to incite gnosis through radical changes in mental states.
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