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Conference of the Arcane
00:45
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Rise toward the clamor,
This conference of the arcane.
A profound audience,
Palms held high to herald the Profane.
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I feel nothing as the
Irreversible takes place.
Will we ever get our deliverance?
Why must this come to pass
As they bask in the dissonance?
Beckoning whatever lies beneath,
An offering amassed around the mouth of the endless deep.
Assembled to conduct the deafening sermon,
Are you all blind to this portent of ruin?
The fires distorted by unearthly tension.
Awed by the wretched sounds of upheaval afar,
I cannot fathom what’s to come after the
Din rips through the air.
Oh, they stand before me. Palms held high
To herald the Profane. Jutting peaks
Illuminate the long forgotten altar
As soil and sky align.
Engulfed in light, they harmonize.
I feel nothing as the
Irreversible takes place.
All sense of meaning cast aside
And reason gone to waste.
Will we ever get our deliverance?
Why must this come to pass
As they bask in the dissonance?
Bare witness as they coalesce.
So, it’s come to this? I feel nothing.
All sense of meaning
Cast aside and gone to waste.
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Luminous
04:37
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A pale incandescence
Emanates from the fault.
Oh, how long it’s been since I could recall
The color of the void.
Luminous fissures wrench open at their heels.
Why now must the answer
Peel away from all that can see?
I find myself drawn inside with bated breath.
Aren’t you paralyzed by the brilliance
That radiates from within?
Staggering, the fervor of the
Lidless gaze cast over me.
I thought this was the end
Of everything we knew.
I’m longing to feel something for once
Without rupturing the silence.
Disbelief consumes what’s left of me.
The unending, boiling glare,
Blurring the lines between safe and real.
Will we ever find solace once all has been revealed?
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The Carbon Lens
06:17
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The burden of revelation
Draws a sea of empty stares.
Descending while failing to make amends,
The face of hope barren through the carbon lens.
Oh, how they’ve fallen,
Too blind to comprehend.
A serene non-reaction
As the pale light crowns their heads.
An inanimate resonance,
Unwilling participation,
Their bodies pulse the doom psalm:
A choir of ruination.
Oscillate (before the edge),
I see through it all.
Worthless creatures, condemned, I swear.
The trial of time leaves none unclear.
As their fate draws nearer, panic sets in.
Constricting into the mouth of it,
All senses barren through the carbon lens.
Silent is the herd,
Only voices could escape.
What’s the value of a single life
Once all is stripped away?
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Devoid
01:42
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Ablation
05:22
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Absence fills the air, a hollow maelstrom.
Unfettered to draw within,
Succumb as you are
Surrounded by these unfamiliar winds.
Is this really happening?
I can’t believe my eyes.
For years now, or so it seems,
I thought it couldn’t be done.
Ablation: removal of all.
A bottomless hunger unsatiated,
The harvest carries on.
We’re reduced to a memory.
There’s no one left,
No reason to wish to return.
Witness a measureless emptiness
Like nothing that has come before.
Plummet through the endless vacancy.
Can you still feel anguish
When removed from it all?
Abandon what you’ve become,
There’s no place for it here.
Embrace the devastation and
Leave the rest behind.
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(Relieve us, reshape us, relieve it all.
Reveal us, forsake us, reveal it all.)
Where were you when the noises began?
No sign anywhere but the
Bleak, the cold, and the barren.
Tether to me.
We fall unraveled in this
Blank eternal waste.
Echoes of the final sound
Scatter through the haze.
Enduring a forever-
Perpetual sorrow,
Clutching a beacon of hope
As you drift through a breathless plane.
Where were you when they closed their hands?
No sign anywhere but the
Bleak, the cold, and the barren.
Where were you, lost in another life?
Can you remember the
Warmth of the surface light?
Shuddering to recall a time
When I saw the ground beneath my feet
With my very eyes.
Reflections distort up above,
Growing ever distant.
Removed from all control,
We do nothing to change it.
Do not let go
From this extant coil.
Do not look away
For adoration that will never arrive.
All that can be seen: a boundless chasm.
Where were you, absent within?
No sign anywhere but the
Bleak, the cold, and the barren.
Where were you, in a sea of the deprived?
Can you remember the
Warmth of the surface light?
Where were you when we needed to breathe?
How long has it been?
Has a lifetime come already?
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Terminus II: Ashen
06:56
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Collide but don’t react
—Empty, ashen, non-extant—
Meet the center of it all in the aftermath.
Relieve us from the illusion.
Reshaping the truth has begun.
Despair, the father of nonbeing,
Transcending colorless barriers
Between one another.
We’re separated nonetheless.
Calling upon the unrelenting,
Begging for all of it to end.
Unanswered for an entire lifetime,
The words dissolve into the canvas.
Despair, the father of nonbeing,
Transcending colorless barriers
Between one another.
We’re separated nonetheless.
Oh, the loss, the absence of forgiveness.
It’s too much at once.
The overwhelming disdain, pull me away
From the cusp of this terminus.
Go, fade away from here.
Go; fade away from here,
The desolate and bare.
It cannot be undone;
Remember this moment as it comes.
A wall of white,
The pale abstract,
Empty, ashen, non-extant.
It will pour over us all as it drags you back.
Wash over me.
Wash over all of us.
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