#programmednecrosisindulgence

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God is all around us: throbbing, raping, choking, vomiting, killing, cumming, all in the name of humanity. The people have control. A PROGRAMMED NECROSIS INDULGENCE. This EP represents four significant stages in life prior to and including "The Illusion"- the term I use and believe encompasses the entire existence of life itself and it's unrealized truth: A beginning, a Celebration of suppressed lies, a possible change for some and finally a subsequent sense of clarity of truth enveloped in endless sorrow and doom. The truth may be evil; but find it, realise it and though never free, a slave no more. Die with the rest of humanity as you wish

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I - The Birth

SCULPTICIDE Today is woven through tomorrow to become one another. My head is moulded into a shape to cut fear for it burdens so suddenly because the forward movements victimise but fail to distinguish the hands that grip the tether and the ones that make us sick. Emerging from The Abyss, I embrace this all too familiar bile. Tapestry remains aline this fucking crowded cage while all the screams cover up that I'm a machine. When you stick your fingers out, you're squirming for control. Stick your fingers out and surprise the fucking world. The secrets of the womb are now too abysmal when I want to feel just distant. Evolving still in motion, free to breathe but never leave.

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II - The Celebration

PREMATURE ORDER Don't they know the grime always stains. Premature penetration. The smell of the drain will lead you, leave you, lead you. Deliver us in construction for the Bearer of Doom to never let a nigger's wet dream dry. Seldom larvae in their strides and there's no pity for the ones who lost their heads. Holding Where is not the best dressed but the TV. It left you throbbing in the places that they embed. Choking will occur in due time, you're all soon to spoil just like me. Praise right to sodomize in threes and you're all soon to spoil on righteous knees. Obsolete Death needs to breathe and without a voice, it's just a dream. Promised a written land, what's the use when my words comply. Now, his teeth are clean; growing fond of forming circles, never knowing he's already rotting with the Queen. Take yourself to the brim and let the shrieks drag you in. Can't you see you're loving God on the walls, justifying every birthday with a beating. I am my extent, posture getting fucking warped but with your wishes and Jesus winding, their fluid enters binding all dictations until you love your corpse. Sleeping in your shit, this is your home. Delivered a hoax bearing a hand, what's the use when all my anger lies.

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III - The Configuration

ENDLESS ARROW The faults of the heart can always be loved but it's hiding in it's hands from the damned arrow. A respite, an acquired taste, discolored as you digest a second gaze. Kids for the picking on their raper's graves for subconscious blood and innocent bones. It points directly in methodical ways and once my skin was removed, I knew I'd never be late. With a stitch so special, it cures a God so skillful. A stitch so skillful cures a God so special. Keep playing with my meat, you'll never understand how much you're going to hate the start and crave the end. Exist but never die in a place where days are just too vague

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IV - The Illusion

STARS AND SOIL I saw the King eat his flesh under the desolate moon and the world screamed in terror but the face of it all took shape of what it defied. Now that I am forever, the stars burn and the soil tastes bitter. Tearing off my layers, those martyrs are displaced and I'll only reap the truth with the gore. It's everything you love with a dirty horn pronounced like a sphere for the stars burn and the soil tastes bitter. Up in Space, stalemate's a lucid slave for what's alone shimmers before you're dead. I won't remember the dark or miscarriage. The triumph leaves me with my mind and the stars burn and the soil tastes bitter. The thorn has no end and I'm sure to suffer like I'll always know. Moving in chains, looking at faces stuck staring at your red and glitter sins and I've already swallowed my key. No one likes your cut wrists for the stars burn and the soil tastes bitter. God amongst the edges that show, sharp to please and rest your funking dreams. Come with whatever you need, who cares if this crucifix fucks me. Now, the stars burn and the soil tastes bitter. Twist and turn; if someone could save you, you'd never learn. The poison is the life you earn. The stars burn and the soil tastes bitter