1. |
Deathwave
04:52
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2. |
The Serpent's Mission
11:22
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A fresh wave
Of presence here
Breathing again
Vision is clear
Inoculation of the hatred
Has no more side effects
It’s so sober
Intention is global
I only see this grandeur
The truth is ravishingly black
Dissolving flesh
Material crash
It’s filling me
No chance to flee
Breathing
Slow
My human being
Is lifeless bones
Breathing
Carrion
A soundless serpent’s crawling
Towards the human zone
The venom
Is spreading slowly
Convey my seed
To your detestable breed
Let them croak
Humbled
The great harvest
Is starting here
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3. |
Dirt Fills My Mouth
08:25
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I make some noise
To hear the real silence
I see the God
In the Devil`s eyes
Turn on the light –
So darkness is around me
I have no thoughts
When being wise
Going to the North
I`m reaching the South
I speak so nicely
When dirt fills my mouth
Life is death
Nothing is all
Motionless breath
Reason and goal
Religious non-believer
Sees dirt in every mouth
South is North – lies
North is not South – lies
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4. |
Liminal
16:54
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So they’re coming
Impending changes
To fragile permanence
Seemed stable
Now the last breath
Memories are here
Till rude mind is away
What comes first
Is here to stay
Even stream-winners and once-returners might feel addiction to the ‘I’, yet they are able to stay unaffected and put it off using the wisdom
Consciousness is leaving
The scale pan is down
At last, there’s nothing
But the here and the now
Once so hard to feel
In the end, so real
Draining through the heart
Where it once joined semen and blood
The afterlife in the realm
Of eerie beings
Scaring light and din
Seeing freely
The imminence of fate
Trapped into
The liminal state
Now caught by dream, helpless
The second bardo tests the mind
Do not succumb, it’s here
That dreaming should be left behind
There’s the body to get
No way to change, all set
They will welcome the child’s birth
To let him suffer on Earth
Again
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5. |
Anātman
04:56
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Every vision is like a hologram
The relative essence of existence
Freezing cold
And burning fire
Precious gold
Each desire
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
Concepts and thoughts
Hungry mindworms
Wanting your attention
And spawning the pain
True comprehension
Comes as the wane
To search in the three spheres is to suffer
Now who are you
If you did not kill anyone?
The way is perfection
For it has no way
Nothing to search for
Nothing to say
As the fragments come together
I am everywhere
No mind
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