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Endless Moonlight
03:28
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Liberating all souls
From minds
The pitiless indifference of infinity
The insignificance of suffering and pain
Like the owl of minerva
Which only arises at the end
Of the day
Or at the end of existence
And the jewel of hatred
Glimmering in the shadow
The spittle of life
And exceptional decay
As the bestiary corrupts this world
Sceptres which condemn all
And the shrines cant save us now
And we compel none towards us
Where there's just cold darkness
Without any sight
And the ringing destruction
Throughout all the nations
And wandering in the abyss of voices
And touching their hollowed skin
But there was nothing for there
And walking and walking into
The shrouded destiny
And obligated the murder
Of this God
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The hooded master
Being robbed by the small figure
In the glass of vanity
The figure of greed and loss
Impossible for the mirrors to adjust
To contain meaning
The hooded master
Unaware the daggers in the road
Renounce the world as the shepard who guards his sheep
And responsibility towards their demise
To cut the strings of value
While others lost in contemplating death
Where blind lead the blind
As reflections of external world
Dictate all the curses on us
And seeds wither in the dirt of humanity
Where the dreamworld contains carnal pain
And renewed the agony of another battle
The zealotry of cold apathy
Towards them all
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Thievery of Feeble Minds
03:17
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Lunacy in the individual
Is something rare
But in groups, parties nations and epochs
It is the rule
Among the tortured eternity
Lies the doubts of man
We suffer more in imagination
Than in in reality
If truth is what you seek
The examined life
Will only take you
To the limits of solitude
Left with your truth and nothing else.
The anti-human, the merely animal
Consists in staying within the sphere of feeling
And being able to communicate only at that level.
The worst about slavery
Is that the slaves eventually get to like it.
A man can be himself only so long as he is alone
the faith is regarded by commoner as true
by the wise as false
And by the rulers as useful
Fools and fanatics are certain of themselves
And the wise are full of doubts
Slowly devoured from within by rasping parasites
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame
How could you rise anew
If you have not first become the ashes?
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Portions of eternity
too great for the eye of man
The clear moon and glory of darkness
And dark mists roll under the parapet of the sky
Where the winter beats incessantly
And wind stands so tall here..
In the slowing march of the apocalypse
Conjurations of old and total thunderous mayhem
The raw hell of Being
And none shall escape this wrath.
Spill the blood of lamb
Spraying among the frozen wind
The heavens bleed with human decay
And babylon remains in ruin
Arise , the illusion of a demon to dethrone hope
Humanely crucified.
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