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A hunger rarely sated

by Anopheli

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1.
The embittered living Sour skies, do not excuse this! Weep upon us and wound us! We have gathered up our sadness, Cut into it with knives! We whittle away at weapons Willing our own end What has lead us here is consent, Bloody stumps where once were heads Scolding sage! Absolve us of our defiance We thought ourselves resolute In our hunt for dominion Providence! We gained a taste for your blood We wept when we had none And craved of your embrace So sick of our incompetence Rank and file we have ebbed Battered by our; Inherent rot The blackest damp It rises up With appetite
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Incompetent sires A quandary of broken shadows Play out upon the face of our dismay The halters fastened tight Chomping at the bit that chokes Steeds hammer their furore! Frantic pandemonium A thousand hooves to pummel Out the tempo of our gall Every obstruction redundant Smashed to smithereens The vehicles of our vehemence Fuelled with wanton exasperation! Spittle blinding sight The waves of exhaustion Only abated by the wrenching Of this unceasing plight What have we earned? Nothing good came from arrogance Trodden our restraint Into the sodden ground We've drawn out all the blood Our wounds house broken catheters The septic lesions spew With beleaguered hindsight We turn our heads around Drink in the wretched Sights so staggering The wastes our presence brings Antagonist of everything Regard is obsolete As we swarm bacterial We grasp with feeble hands At reins that lash and scourge We've truly lost all sense All attachment to the earth We've drawn out all the blood Our wounds house broken catheters The septic lesions spew Our torrential gore
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Forest of the genocides Weeping knots form crude eyes Boughs buckle with such torment Lithe and black from flames cruel lash Of fates much worse than ending lives Reams of fated days Written in the rings Centuries engrave Their delighted vanquish of The lust within us all So lost in our forlorn Draconian blight Of our avarice Still and unyielding Cascara glower The countless eyes Within static skulls Tissue seeks entropy To dwell within this stance Forever contorted in This agonising dance Immovable roots longing to flee Coveting that which can never be Beset with spores insidious Choking out all necessity Acres of looming limbs Aching splintered trist The prospect of respite? Why must we be the ones who care? Every moment the thorns endured
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Filia 03:34
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Rime 08:13
Rime Convulse serpentine Veracious sea divides Exposing sediments Once encumbered by Oceanic tome Anatomies intone Scars the edifice With echoes of life Leviathan speak your sacrament The surface heaves with fathom breath Gravest deep, abyssal sink Pour liquids down to quench your wrath Gullet sounds tease lithic notes Drag discarded dreams from atrophy We smile with vague recollections Then once again we discard Listen! the shrill gull extols From eroded bow we are deafened Litanies of kelp and salt Lost on senses permanently dulled The instruments have lost their song Without the words we mouth along Shanty notes in dissonance The ragged verse of incontinence The water resonates with ire And bile to drench the funeral pyre The land is scab upon new wounds We pick away to exhume The blood is life! We hollow out! Finite gain from stratal stone! Anchors cast on shifting plates! To drag us down to grave fortune! Our woe is us! Inebriant! fermented seas! Liquor taste of bitterness! Acid broils within our bowels! Last utterance of gut instinct! Our woe is us!

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released April 24, 2014

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Anopheli Oakland, California

cello driven emo crust from Oakland California via London England.

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