Cyclical Vestiges Of This Strangled Earth

by Thauscimisithe

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1.
no longer blessed with the gift of spring joyless transition birth of nothing silent are the blooms who greet this change yet it seems all for naught flowers scream in rage heat death of rebirth cold breath of aimless birds all the land met this wretched curse no return no return no return for desecration stands tall over us all fields weep wet with tears undeserving never again blessed with the gift of spring fruitless expectation death of everything loud are the skies who bring this change for them it is mere reaction to usher in this pain heat birth of full death cold words of aimless men all the land met this wretched curse cant return cant return cant return for annihilation stands tall over it all eyes weep wet with tears had it coming
2.
hark, my lordking the sun, spare me please, your powers unworldly, humbling know, that i am not worthy pity, pithy conquest, succeeding this blaze, unceasing thin, the film of our lives our world, disappearing punishment due for all disrespect unto you transgressions not strong enough of a conviction these crimes arent mine but ours hark, my lordking the sun, take me please, your power has won, squarely know, that i am not worthy no pity, destroy me punishing heat is the reward we reap progressions not strong enough of a premonition these crimes arent mine we all cry, we all lie hark, my lordking the sun surrender our will to your love free us from our dying prison seasons all fallen to you a war of attrition and fools still on, still fought, all to lose hopeless prostration acceptance, devastation it all crumbles please, my lordking the sun surrender my soul to your love free me from my dying spirit the yearning of redemption ceaseless apprehension it will all crumble please, my lordking the sun please, my lordking the sun please, my lordking the sun please, my lordking please, my lordking the sun i will crumble if you let me i will crumble at your rays
3.
already fleeting moments now quicker than a blink nostalgic rumination exists in empty space here, float leaves drift with hesitation but quicker than before the chill of indecision has turned to gray warmth unformed non-place im here briefly i fear hardly lasting unnoticed the death of so much where did the feeling go where did the season go the forest freed of colors now lays in wait for cold naked display of nature prepared for times that may not come at all cycles unfold purgatory reigns no harvest, no name no harvest, no place shapeless, forgotten lost, missing, wrong, mourned faithful patience waiting, hoping, you'll return but no no harvest, no face shaken, unbroken cracked, scarred, worn, charred faithful patience bated, cautious, scared, knowing that you're gone, for good where did the feeling go no harvest, no respite no meaning, no deathbed lifeless, endless, nameless, faceless, placeless, desperate, please come back i know its all my fault, thoughtless no harvest
4.
like an animal encaged cornered panic and rage erupts from the wind with a strangeness of intent madness has overtaken her a shell, no direction this hell of mans own invention a chaos ensues a path we must choose death by fire for the madman or cure this illness induced hubris so everlasting death knell, know well this spell of mans own creation a cold wind blows a lack of snows sleet and thin ice fail to grow hungry and tired she lays on the floor when will she get up what will happen when she gets up a deadly infliction for what she now brings is sharper and wilder with a reckless abandon horror and plague blizzard, serial killer this mind of mans own interfering a cold wind blows the winter, she rose with a blade of ice she cuts your throat, no remorse hungry and tired she looks from afar now already crashing from destruction that no one thought could be anymore she wont die she wont stay down she lives on life of protest i know who you were i know what you stood for i know that this lashing out yields judgment undeserved you are not at fault you are owed forgiveness you are not the crimes committed upon the only world you know so come with me come back home

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The hand of the seasons has been forced.

And here we are.

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tapes available via Jems Label.

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released March 3, 2023

llll - all
painting - cb edited by cb and llll
thank you - cb, ks, sp, jl, jl and all else who lent minds and hearts

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The Earth is dying and so am I.

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