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The sky crepitates in hollow shouts
the clouds hang low
the Whip Hand reaches out
the clouds hang low
The Whip Hand grows weary
Gaia casts Her final breath
cerulean now transmute
to somber gloom
Earth scarred by empyrean lashes
spectacle of radiance
Terra Firma trembles
tainted soil exacted retribution
Firmament poise over fauna
reign down overbearing woe
the light now drowned in nimbus
the beauty erodes away...
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Typhos
07:29
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Affronted expanse
the welkin beckons
with galvanic reproach,
Her mantle feeds
Civilization submerged
in indifferent tide
Man's conclusion
bearing no light
With stone-faced indifference,
time will take everything
Desperate, disheartened
grabbing at the unseen
Desperate, disheartened
distorted, destroy it
Futility incarnate
their hubris smashed
Fate
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Rain of Blades
07:07
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Grains of sand
falling from the sunlight
Rain of blades
flowing from my eyes
A force of glass
sublimates my mind
As oceans crash,
down fall the pillars of our lives
Grasping for a quiet reach
Gasping for a console heave
As oceans crash,
The pillars of our lives collapse
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Bonds of Silk
07:06
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I awake,
roused by subtle pains
Casting gaze
across this crude vessel,
I realize
what has always been
An existence,
bound and static
Fastened still
by fragile bonds
Silk restraints remain in tact
Made a slave
to this loving bed
Self-subdued
as its surface consumes me
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Clarions blasted as an inferno consumed the skies
As Her surface was forged anew, She lay waiting for dawn to break
Astral cavalry
Laid siege to this static plane
Burning mineral rained down
Bringer of our elemental burden
The sun rose behind ashen skies as silt begot us
Our gaze split the night with more radiance than a million stars
These wastes bore life
How we fear to lose what we've stolen
Hoe gave way to the pick
Pick to beasts of machines
Raping the soil
and consuming the weak
All those who can see,
made slaves to their lethargy
No father for guidance
Away from
matricidal industry
the aureole was painted empty
Her body, diseased and broken
Her children, bred to slaughter
Spake She, "My son is a killer"
May Her roots crack every foundation
Strangle the columns asunder
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