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Paragon Of Animals
00:32
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What infinities spread out
From within this egg shell’s meat
Never trammeled by a doubt
Not while man’s heart beats
Thinking makes a man a god
Thinking makes a god a man
The common place, the strange, the odd
Live when Thinking’s ban’s destroyed
Abolishèd
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2. |
Nothing But Thunder
00:42
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Man’s mind – a perfect instrument
Finite, but births the infinite
Confused – it builds a god to rule
The king now kneels before his fool
When man dons his godly costume
The father’s jailed by the power of his son
Heaven fills with clouds, there’s no room
The good will sharpen a bolt for everyone
For everyone
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3. |
Blow Of Justice
00:44
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God’s an open mouth
You want a piece
Only when you’re in
No lips just teeth
God swallows all your vitality
Licks every drop of your progeny
Life’s a grave and he’s its whore
Chewing up men until there’s no more
God brings justice called castration
Here’s his sexless realm called bliss
Where you bleed but never cum
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4. |
The Fornicatress
01:07
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There is joy above like a kiss
But in the center one finds bliss
A pilgrim, I seek for a place to stay
Where thighs meet I enter to pray
Gods that rule with thrusting gavels are no gods of mine
Raping fools, the strutting cocks
I find her, if right or wrong, who’s whorish is divine
No death here where fucking mocks
What a wasteland they call Heaven
Where Desire’s bound
Love’s where fornication’s found
I will worship at that altar where life comes and flows
Let the eyes of law go blind
Where the Goddess as a woman rubs and fucks and blows
The loveless label sex a crime
What a wasteland they call Heaven
Where Desire’s bound
Love’s where fornication’s found
I’m Fornicatress bound
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5. |
Dreaming Hands' Blood
01:39
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Out of all the spoils flung from the reach of any hand
Plastic is the one you seek
Mi’ Lady
Plastic heart and plastic mind from whence tears could never leak
Nor blood demand
In your dreams – Only then are you alive
In your dreams – Bleeds the heart that morning hides
With the sun – Flies all human vestiges
In your dreams – Wounds are stripped of bandages
All your life you long for that which can mask your feeling’s dearth
Fatally you’re wanting more
Path’s shady
We are what we have, whether admiration, truth, or war
But you have no worth
In your dreams – Only then are you alive
In your dreams – Bleeds the heart that morning hides
With the sun – Flies all human vestiges
In your dreams – Wounds are stripped of bandages
Your story’s rid of its pages
The morrow gleams with shadows yet to gain
Then something can be bought to kill the pain
There’s noise and fretting just to reach that place
But nothing human sparks behind your face
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6. |
Great Stage Of Fools
00:49
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Smile – while cameras roll
‘Til every soul
Gives up its life
Then twist the knife
Don the borrowed robes of power
Wreak all living with its voice
Live like God, but at some hour
Know to weep’s the only choice
Kill all that which makes you human
Whip your sins out of your foes
Rise above the people beaten
Knowing theirs will be your woes
Who will rise
Seeks demise
Foolishly vying for power as he himself dies
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7. |
The Way Of Vexed Ghosts
01:28
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Is this the promised end
Of following a different friend
Through his decaying
Misfortune’s parading
Shadowing his every step
A follower into regret
While his heart was breaking
My own was aching
A freezing heath replete with strife
The folly that usurped his life
Could turn away
His reason but not the pain
Is this
The promised end
Of ministering to a friend
Of burns
The dragon’s wrath
That forces me upon this path
I walk
Alone to cease my master’s groan
I have a trek still to go
I must not say no
My master beckons me home
I must not say no
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8. |
Devils At Dover
00:51
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If the obstacles on which
I stumbled were a thousand suns
I could not see one
When that jelly was intact
Those faulty organs brought my fall
That was all I saw
Were there days of jocund light
For I remember only storms
When men were as worms
Wrong recalled or wrongly lived
We’re always tools of heavenly sorts
We’re killed for their sport
Children who from heaven rule us, you I now denounce
Take this soul that you’ve created, I my life renounce
Nothing in our miseries shows us you love an once
If there’s joy, then who could beat the overwhelming odds
Plagued by devils
Scorned of gods
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9. |
To Bed At Noon
01:04
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A prophecy ere I go
When lords and theirs plow the field
And courtesans churches build
This realm perfection will know
We’ll go to the supper in the morning
And I’ll go to bed at noon
We’ll doze through God’s crowning glory
And be in Hera’s bosom soon
Then, but who’ll live long to see it?
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10. |
Quintessence Of Dust
01:58
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Where are those lips now
Those so often kissed
Where is your heart lain
Sown in shit and piss
Caesar and beggar are joined at the table
Happily chewed on by worms at their feast
Even so my love
Drained of marrow and blood
Nothing can save weathered metal from rusting
Nothing can save lifelong lovers from dust
Dead and turned to clay
To keep the wind away
That which makes you kind
That which made you good
Shields you not from time
All served up as food
Caesar and beggar are joined at the table
Happily chewed on by worms at their feast
Stare into the mold
That’s to be your new home
Nothing can save weathered metal from rusting
Nothing can save lifelong pious from dust
Dead and turned to clay
To keep the wind away
Work and be healthy
Or poison your lot
The poor and the wealthy
Together will rot
We live
We cry
We die
All die
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The Talking Board Set Chesapeake, Virginia
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