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The Mind Inverted
00:53
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The Apory of Existence
07:26
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Towards an understanding
The principal question
Posed Aeons ago
Proposals constructed through folly
Models built upon a black void
Dialectic self-sustaining to feed circles endlessly
The emptiness in the core of us all
Demanding sustenance and driving mutual
Annihilation
The philosophers congregate to resolve an eternal catechism
To determine what will feed the endless craving:
Is there value to existing at all?
Logos, Pathos, Ethos
One proposal: virtue
Live and do as an offering
Strive for an ideal
The notion of a preordained potential
Be it a sovereign good
Or abstract principles of morality
Fundamentally absurd, as perception dictates
The veil draped upon bare stardust
Is a chemical glitch of sentimentality
Nay, it is self righteousness and grandeur
To assume the infinite gyrates to our rhythm
That which is triangulated by geometric calculation
That which is aligned by cognition and conscience
That which is revealed by the heavens
Yet the immolation will ravage it all
And in the void of the fire, darkness persists
Existence justifying itself as delight
To think desire is deceit
Hedonistic yet bizarre conceit
To ascribe purpose to patterns of discord
Painted on a canvas of bewilderment
Is truly the absurdity abhorred
Until the flame is kindled again
Pull me in, push me through
The cosmic machine churns as the infinite rotates
I gaze into the center, the beginning, the ending
I see a reflection, empty and unforgiving
Embracing the pain of not knowing
The darkness of no destiny
The hopelessness of no pattern
Yet within the void I am born anew
Finding myself as viewed without refraction
Without the smoke and mirrors of meaning
With new perspective and optimism
I step through the black hole and emerge anew
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3. |
Omnipotence Paradox
07:42
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I just long for a world in which ordinary things are done in an ordinary way.
Not in a society where your potential is predetermined
Every action monitored to cast judgment, normalize
Erase people based on metrics predictive yet defective
A balance so fragile that I cannot stand to be measured for my thoughts
If enough people are broken what will be the standard we’re judged against?
The system must be felled
Foul enforcement withheld
Eviscerating to see what holds a mind together
Flesh dissipating to see what a body is made of
Normalization universal standards set in place by outliers
Your paradox set in place by self imprisonment
Omnipotence limited by fright
She judges all but not herself
Godlike being, but a shell
Through a mirror she sees reflections of herself invisible
Moral fibers weaved will always fray
A mind designed around them can't sustain
Shocked by faults that seeded her perfection
Torn apart a heart untearable
Locked inside a box from which she's exiled
Mourn the loss, omnipotence's limit
Almighty, all-knowing, boundlessly, all-seeing,
Foolishly, unknowing, incomplete, flawed being
Human hive imparts upon its user
The anomalies that put to sleep supremacy
Exiting the logic's ever futile
Mind implicitly marred by society
Boundlessly, all-seeing, almighty, all-knowing
Foolishly, unknowing, incomplete, flawed being
全能の神の元へ
己の存在を裁けぬ存在に
全能の神の器はありはしない
Avatar cut and torn
Disemboweled, hollowed out with skill
Systemic breaking point
Terminal, total overkill
Ultimate omniscience of no use
Suffering assumed
Exit state, God no more, doomed
You cannot achieve salvation through programming apathy
Drained of all hope, of all character
Shattered divine prism refracts
You the focal center of morality
Which begs the question: how to judge thee?
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4. |
Dissimulating Apologia
05:48
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To camouflage an agenda that disseminates
Enmity and judgment
In an attempt to cover for
The self-delusion that plagues minds
That have been torn at the root, torn asunder
Some are naive, some are malicious
To use the brush of devotion to paint lines blood-red between kin
Boundaries built upon likeness, on tenderness
Shattering what could have been the pillar of ages
Implanting the seed of separation
Collateral damage the main aspiration
Propping up papier-mache mouthpieces
Assertions built on falsities, misleading
Entombing the axioms of reality in a tomb built aeons ago
Justified actions of a clique constructed
Propped up by an escherian web of contradictions
Slaughter, exterminate, exsanguinate
Terrorize the advancement of thought
The bizarre consequence of a culture of apologia
When the bastions of acumen stand up for false constructs
Champion the indefensible, wrapped in a mask of righteousness
Indignation, moralistic self-absorption
Footprints embedded in blood, lead back to denial
Reliance on inseminated thought
The lack of agency and a scandalizing tendency
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The swirling void of blackness of cosmic proportions
Swallowing all refractions of hope
Any semblance cast through unfolds
The fabric of the scroll that contains all
Written through with piercing quills of souls
The ink with which we pen our fate
Made of blood, writ on polished stone
Carved out of stardust spawned from celestial death
Of a body born out of pure chaos
The death of the author of one’s own story
Instrumentality with a lack of mentality
A path constructed from nothing leading nowhere
Running backwards in circles towards idols
The default state converges into stillness eldritch
But the path to take, infinitesimal yet incessant
The particles that make us human bound to stray us apart
We blame demons and gods
Yet chaos knows no deity nor devil
We construe based on manifestation
For with lack of cogitation we can assume endless fabrication
Exemplars of aspects propped up
Mountains that change over time
Sky… What your eyes can’t see, what your eyes can see
Sun, water, flowers, Sky… Red hate
Water flowing, Blood
The smell of blood
Man, soil, woman
City, humans, angels, God
Human creations
The things I possess are a life and soul
I am a vessel for a soul
Entry plug, who am I? Myself? Me?
Identity: very strange... it is melting
I can no longer see myself
My shape is fading
I feel the presence
Is there someone beyond?
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6. |
Embrace Entropy
05:37
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Chaos purified by the salt
The meaninglessness of it all, virtues of embracing chaos and getting free
Break the texts, burn the statues
Feeling the rush of trepidation drain you deeply
When the stars look down upon you and see a reflection
Nothingness coming from tranquillity
Look to the saints you hold so dearly
Passing through the portal leaving you behind so quickly
The definition of ascension
Called into question
Set yourself alight
As we look aside
We sailors, we’re cosmic curators
The fractals of nebulae won’t provide purpose
Embrace entropy as you fall into the corners of the fourth dimension
Submit to discord
And so you soar through aeons unfolded
Find your own destination within lack of destiny
You end up where you begin
The entropy was always within
You only needed to look therein
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7. |
The Hallway
03:29
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Undulating pendulum
Regurgitating instants
Pain in loss of innocence
Starborn
Sunlight, settling, deceptive
Darkness, ethereal, treacherous
Blind man spins tales of surreal architectures
Colors beyond cognizance come to light
Dimensional construct
Heresy of antiquity
Seeking wounded psyches
Torn apart
Born in corners of cosmic rejection
Seeking corridors, leading horrors, dimensional dissonance
Creation of negation and void
Eldritch, deific
Prismatic and magnificent
Descending into the five and a half minute hallway
Surrounding the mind that can’t escape from the house of leaves
Break into pieces
Drown in blackness gaze from carved out eyes
Doors opening closing lifelines climbing steps curled inwards Escheran
Blue words highlight the minotaur’s deceit
Prices paid in sanity structures unfold collapsing
Lost inside the walls flayed
Pain, desire, flesh, deconstruct
Your only way outside is inside
Reflect upon your existence minuscule
The narrowness of the consciousness
Irrelevant Consumed conceptually erased
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8. |
Maelstrom
14:31
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Part I: The Journey Inward
Two travelers enter the maelstrom
Inside which they find reflections of the distance inflicted upon them
Cursing them forever to change.
Choices they've made, they cannot escape their past
Memories that shaped their psyche
When entered the Maelstrom they left behind
They can't evade the mirage of their past that casts a shadow
Unto their separation, as they close like a sea of darkness
As trials change them, they're shaped in different ways
Truth is, both, they're unrecognizable, two mirrors between them
Yet their song still brings them back
Blood drawn between them, forged in strife, inseparable
And so they journey into the maelstrom
As they enter the dark void they look to
The shadow of doubt within
And they walk towards the precipice
As the dark storm curls within
They look at each other and then take the step
Into the maelstrom
Part II: The Ignorance of the Gatekeeper
Soldier on your kind will not be welcome
You cannot be here
This realm is of no consequence to your kind
The subhuman tendencies of unrefined filth
We built these temples, built these shrines purified our blood and wiped out slime
Still we struggle among ourselves to establish castes, purity
To impose our fratricide self defined
Unfragmented malevolent criticism
For the tribalism of the lands of self dynamism
Lacking the awareness of the seed makes the heart untangle from abasement
The walls built around the hollow flame, flesh strewn across prickled, weak
The maelstrom was supposed to take us to a place more advanced, more refined
Yet the gate is guarded like a flower steps away from wilting
Our lands are different yet in the eyes of the tempest we are all the same
Yet the price we pay to enter is a soul too high
The end of unity is nigh
Cold
Part III: The Skinrender
To forge desire, the affection that goes skin deep
The cuts come deep, slashing across the eyes that turn inwards
Salt the wounds burn the pus away
Sacrificed to the altars gazed upon by disaffected eyes
A body disconnected lies inside
Crushed by pressures demanding a stride
Propped up empty veins draining life force from society
Crush them claw their eyes out skin them alive
Have no fear we shall grant them no rest
Heaven abandoned us all so we will never forget
Their time has come
The skinrender arrives, time to take its toll
Price of flesh paid in the currency of fake propensity
Cast your semblance aside
Leave your flesh behind
To decide what the worth of one’s soul is
I weigh it against void of a black hole
The trials complete, the verdict is drawn in fire
When the flesh is flayed, your core displayed, there’s nothing inside
You trudge forward, an empty facade
Actualization of empathy denied
A carcass mirrored in bloodred collages
Splayed across clouds in a collective mirage
No one hears when you scream
Part IV: The Exemplars
Drowned by insight
Hunted all through the night
Blood engines churn alight
Pursue the beast inside
Pale of blood we hunt into the night
Alive, the ancient curse
When we rise the moon will consume
The gods will look upon us and descend
The seers will mislead
Healers will concede
Cutting slashing blood is gushing
Darkness consumes blinding seething
Whips out lashing umbilical cord tying into dreams and burning
Down the church of nightmares hunting larvae giving birth to elder gods in cycles timeless
Serpents endless spiders vacuous orphans nameless martyrs lifeless
Cosmos seeking entry into our realm with the birth of emissaries eyeless shadows soulless
Marks of those who fell to the thirst, runes of power bestowing
Perversities upon the beholders who transform into their own worst
Enemies only to be blinded by the enlightened
Biting into flesh seeking the path to sightless visions of the gods
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9. |
Taken Away By The Tides
09:00
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To cede what was once the domain of self import
Take back the day just do not sway you must find your way
To not believe one’s own endlessness
Nor in cycles
What’s gone is gone, we’re dust to dust, so live the life you must
Letting down the mantle swept in time echoing halls beckoning fall
New powers arise
A specter’s misfortune, tortured facade
Flesh wrapped in dreams piercing the sky through the night
Peering through the veil in our eyes
Scraping through the bounds of the room where we die
Give birth to stars
Collapse when the sun of realization dawns through blind eyes
A conceit one cannot aggrandize
For fear of upsetting the tides
Isolate and extirpate the scars
When you find the tower of declination
Look within to find the alchemy you seek in transformation
Save your senses from the fracturing point of deformation
Cracking sounds from the walls of the heart
Deemed unfit for weathering the waves of doubt that drown
Isolate and extirpate the scars
The weight lifted as you walk ashore
Rebirth inflicted upon the undying
Time amortized
Resounding implications vandalized
Wrap around gather forth
Let me tell a tale of thorns
Basked in flames burning hearts
Looking nowhere shattered waltz
By design we align
Building constructs to divide
Intricacies of judgments unnavigable
Building towards a collapse and rebirth
A solemn center emanates
The seed of change, of flames, our chains
Recreated hierarchies recurse and deteriorate
Entropic decay converges to reprieve inconceivable
Starborn dark sun ashen cradle demands free will emancipates
In this new world not one ruler lays a claim on the void within
And then the new flames arise
Taken away by the new tides
Ceded the domain of self important natures to cycles
Took back the days without a sway and found my own way
Forgot my endlessness let the ashes consume
I found the answer whence I started, it was my wound: entropy
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