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Trophy
11:52
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My milkteeth hang from a cord
around my neck.
A victory,
The first
A trophy of my worth,
Extension of my will.
Pairs of fangs and cloven hooves hang from a wire
around my neck.
A conquest, to best my equal is to best myself.
The truest test,
Earning a new day.
Glittering gems and heated metals hang from a strip of leather
around my neck.
I have wrenched these from the earth,
Imprinting myself into the soil,
And it’s soil into me.
An exaltation of gripping, seething hunger.
A last breath before I immerse myself in lifeblood
In and out
I remain steadfast
In
Out
in
A man’s last blood and breath hang in a ring
Around my neck.
He took from me,
And so I took from him.
Tore his throat out with my hands.
His blood sustains me..
I take the smallest fingers now, and hang them on a necklace
Around my neck.
I no longer fight the earth for her treasure.
My thrall do it for me,
And when they die there are
Always more
Bodies broken upon my will hang by the dozens
Around my neck.
I take their families now, their worlds belong to me.
An example to the rest of this world.
Inertia whirling infinite
Smog and rust form a halo
Around my neck.
The bodies lie in piles but they cannot weigh
Me down.
Their prize for setting me free
The inevitable conclusion
All is earned by sweat blood and will
This earth’s frigid corpse hangs as a corona
Around my neck.
I was made to consume everything
See my tail
The last great conquest
Devour the devourer
An ouroboric cycle
Your young watch and learn
Their milk teeth hang from
A cord around their necks
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Every line we have ever drawn
has been one made of blood
The flesh price paid for the scant liberate
And the exploited
die in the mud
The reason to use cages
Is to deny them humanity
Debasement is control
Commodified suffering
Ultimately discarded detritus.
We wear this cage upon our brows,
A last reminder as we devour these babies
We snap their bones, showing our amnesty and grace
Devour the defining marrow
Our history is cages made of brittle broken bones
These children
We will eat them,
And vomit forth their skeletons
to build our walls
It’s not just their bodies and hearts that we feast on
It’s the future of their souls
The fight in their eyes.
This is what we eat
A history of cages and of brittle broken bones
A lineage writ of black boiling blood
The mirror of humanity,
A stone thrown towards a skull,
The lapping tongue upon
Spilt and splattered dreams.
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A fire to burn our beginning away
A fire to erase the roots
A fire to destroy indigene
A fire to keep us gasping
The way is closed
We have nowhere else to go
Drunk on the black blood of the earth
You burn the freedom you fear
A fire to ensure our endings
A fire to keep us ravenous
A fire to shatter our sky
A fire to keep us kneeling
Suffocate O Earthen Lungs
They now lungs of ash
Suffocate o Earthen Lungs
They now lungs of ash
Our heavens are black
And when they have their way
We’ll be buried in shallow graves
These lungs are a weapon
This heart is a weapon
These trees, the grasping claws of the earth,
These trees are a weapon
We shall be the pit vipers
Our voice the wurari spat across a red sun
A poison to seize these horrible gears of industry
They do not see
Once we turn these terrible gears
They will be shattered and gnashed
In our teeth
Filling our bellies forever
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Annihilation
09:41
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The sunset fires catch
The dust, hanged throughout the air.
Screaming glints against a bruising sky
He has been taken by the earth.
Spinal roots grasping soil, clutching air,
drinking
greedily
Never forgetting thirst.
The lungs bloom,
Expanded fractal
corolla crown
Pink, yellow, blue, green, pink
A salutation to the sun.
Hands still reach,
always reaching
Each fleshy mote starved for texture,
Writhing without writhing.
An inutterable moan,
Reverberant longing.
Vein blossom vertebra,
tiny petals gasping at the stars
Mouths agape and wanting,
Lolling tongue swole,
still sick
with
spore.
Jawbone curve calcified,
Toothed plumage of smoke.
A voice never silenced,
Just speaking
Slowly.
A skull defiant,
Gray matter halo,
Staring through the endless
maw of sky.
Tendrils ache higher,
gorging sun and moon.
A cairn, a headstone, a henge.
A colony, a garden, a growth.
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Liberation Ritual
05:49
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A burning of cedar, and sage
A clean smoke, clarity
Meditate on the ash.
Temper it with a thumb,
Or a forefinger,
And feel it on the skin.
It is a comfort
The transition, the change
Focus, the tree is the incense,
And all ash is ash.
So we all shall be.
We are not our bodies
We are not our minds
We are not our spirits
All are yokes
Shield the eyes to block the light
And remove oneself,
Indistinct of air, and water,
And earth, sighing deeply.
Breathe.
All layers succumb,
Flesh giving way to flesh,
Calcium and dendritic fibrous forms.
In the remaining nothing is a single mote of light.
Ash alchemy melded into muscle memory.
As light our chains fall away
As light our chains fall away
We are the light, molded as we will
As light our chains fall away
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Our Overt Apocalypse
13:31
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Following fires is the pain
Of unexpected growth and
Limbs who are already spent
A crowning ashen spire
And roiling waves of gray
It’s natural to feel the fear
Each with our own apocalypse
Every change a world’s end
Each muscle torn, cataclysm
An ending worshipped
And abhorred
Since humanity’s dawn
A creaking of time
Pleading to the sky
For conflagratory rebirth
I’ve shaped my own apocalypse
And lived through hundreds more
The end is a churning of the world
As cyclic and predictable
As its very rotation
Progress is armageddon
An ending is a gift we are all given
And we will value it til the next
Other endings will come,
Let us rejoice
And welcome the rebirth
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A cyclical reverberant motion
These stirrings
The rhythms of this pulsing
Beating
Muscle
Twist of spirit
Twine of bone
An ecstatic wrenching of the soul
A breaking of links
This is true freedom
Transcendence bursting from the bones
Tongues stretch and flick within
Elastic spirit, sublime inflection
Eyes on the inside
Veins touched by intrinsic, aching light
Boundless depths within oneself
Refractions of god amongst the humors
Molten metal drips,
The last vestige of their false bondage
The neuron bright center of stars
Visage igniting internal visions
Wheels of wheels, thoughts of thought
A delving of the mind,
Mental mines birthing obsidian, wellsprings.
Coiled wire of
Conjured connections
Beside Oneself Within
Transcendence of anima fog
A cycle of insight contrary to a cycle
Of ever gnawing hunger
The cycle begets the cycle
Influence outbound
The Fractal Ouroboros
Change is impossible because it has never happened
A shameful fucking fear
Reaching out with phantasmal limbs
began from within
The Fractal Ouroboros
Made anew
Linked minds, bonded ka
Arm in arm towards newfound light
Transcendent rebellion
We break the irons and
Forge linking arms
Walking hand in hand toward
Ecstasy
Actualization
Absolution
Truth
Our burning hearts,
Seething in righteous fury,
Each coal kindled by
a soul taken too soon
We march towards an apocalypse
An ending shall begin
Within and Without
We break the irons and
Forge linking arms
Walking hand in hand toward
Absolution
Ecstasy
Actualization
Truth
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Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze is a collective against hierarchies, and the power structures that divide and separate humanity.
The power that you feel inside you should be focused as a knife point into the hearts of those that only know how to consume, and those that live off the backs of the downtrodden.
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