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From The Unforgiving Arms of God

by End

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Bastard reflection: I’d rather soak my eyes in bleach. Chewing on glass in place of alteration. I will leave behind no images of me. Fixation has it’s light aimed directly at the plague inside my mind and my sickness breeds in warmth. Bright enough to burn, the ashes provide shelter from the lacerations that go hand in hand with their cold stare. The world will inherit my grief. Exchanging hands; familiar epidemic. A sacrifice in the name of vanity. Beautiful without a pulse… and when my body is one with earth, the worms will feed on the flesh with no worldly prejudice. Don’t shed a tear for me. Don’t shed another fucking tear for me, I am undeserving. Bastard reflection, tie me to gates of heaven with a rope long enough to reach hell and let them fight over who gets to enslave me. The punishment will fit me well. Do with me what you will, I’m no longer in control.
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Usurper 02:15
Fucking usurper, possession by default. Spend another night sleeping beside my ghost. Proprietary sin, no longer of this earth: a poltergeist inside my former home. No sun will set for me. Forced to find shelter in the shadows or inside a blackened heart. I cling to useless arteries but they can’t withstand the weight of worldly burden and neither can I. This body is not yours. No sanctuary underneath familiar skin. You are nothing but a surrogate. Persecution of the soul will lead to false imprisonment. Unrelenting isolation breeds eternal suffering. Usurper, this body isn’t yours.
3.
Peel back my skin. You live between cartilage and bone. Filling my veins with debris. Assisted suicide though I'm alone. I want to be hung by my neck with my organs and nerves. Kicking the world out from under my feet: drain me of life, deafened and blind. Breathing in torment, filling my lungs. A trophy corpse on display. I can taste every body in your collection as I swim through the flesh. Love let me die. No honest salvation in sight. Devoid like a virgin womb. The locusts swarm inside my tomb. Extinction knows your fucking name. Keep your curse to yourself, rid me of this disease. Keep your curse to yourself, love let me die.
4.
The angels will slit my wrists with their frozen wings and throw salt into the wounds to disinfect my damaged spirit. Suspended by apparitions, spinning in place just above the heads of the unholy. I will fall from unforgiving arms. Don’t extend your hands to catch me, I want to feel my teeth be turned to dust. Surpassing pavement, hurl me straight into my grave. Though no casket could contain my misery. Drown me in dirt until the ones I love can’t recognize my face. Falling to my death. I need to be released from the unforgiving arms of god. Let my body burn like a candle at both ends to illuminate my road to perdition. My greatest tragedy since birth, through misfortunate conception, is to overstay my welcome here on earth. Falling to my death, don’t extend your arms to save me. Hurl me straight into my grave. Though no casket could contain my misery. Falling to my death from the unforgiving arms of god.
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Guided by the solitary light of your paradise in flames. To eradicate all living things in an unbiased genocide. No greater opportunity to do away with the righteous hearts beating in sequence with a false crusade. Adorned in a crown of thorns but I see you for what you really are: a filthy fucking pawn, a useless fucking figurehead. Immune to the contractions of a serpent’s poison tongue. No saviour could save me. No martyrs, no casualties only necessary death to facilitate the process of natural selection. With one final act of coercion, I will convince the doomed to rise and ignite the final spark that will engulf and cloak mankind. Redemption pulled from underneath their feet. No saviour could save me. Necessary death. No saviour could save me from a necessary death.
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I refuse to identify with shit. Mankind is an unmarked grave, regression looming overhead like birds of prey and I’m a walking carcass. Take from me all that is essential for preservation, or leave me to wither away in peace. I am not responsible for a lack of impression. It’s not my fault that all I’ll leave behind is blood. Survived by nothing, death casts a shadow over me but not against my will. If humanity is my cross to bear. I will drive nails through my feet until my halo resembles a crosshair. Survived by nothing, death casts a shadow over me.

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released September 8, 2017

Brendan Murphy - Vocals
Will Putney - Guitar
Gregory Thomas - Guitar
Jay Pepito - Bass
Andrew McEnaney - Drums

Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Will Putney for Graphic Nature Audio

Additional Engineering by Steve Seid
Artwork by Adam Burke for Nightjar Illustration

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