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Rain Follows the Plow

by Din

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Our world is not defined by the concrete The ebb and flow of equations, abstractions unbound I find my domicile. The shadow of the pillar of time casts doubt in the stoic whose stalking shadow staggers Ubiquitous demise. Catastrophe clears the fog of perspective We've not begun to suffer, pain lingers in the distance With mandibles like fire. Searing the flesh and sucking the marrow No remorse, morality or splendor A sight to behold, avert yon eyes, sirrah. Fate worse than death awaiting you. Rise above the muddied masses Dominate the frozen wastes. Purgatory of dead ideas. Transformation hovers like the stormclouds above Deluge of reason cleanses the shores.
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Lo there wandering man Callow as my eyes dark Witness your journey unfold Though oceans of time have carried you forth. These eyes served me long ago But in this dark, I need them not Antecedent ages hold no secrets Now-dead vestiges illuminate history Revealed to me, your foregone days Survival is written in your blood Endless struggle stokes the flame Through which you have walked unscathed The battle once waged by the sword Has been won by the mind They who would fill a mass grave Now, thralls to the wise Your vessel will crash ashore Helios’ desolate isle Where man becomes beast When bereft of gods’ favor And you shall leave this place a man. Adapt to thy setting As this wretch has done before Look well upon mine eyes Now covered by the sands of time Usurpers and enslavers, slay them all They wish to steal your world! Now, far from the sea No blade by your side No journey before you Your eyes dark like mine.
3.
Numb, distant voices, unintelligible. A panicked cry from a nearby radio. Too far from my grasp Listening to their suffering feigning understanding The path of ignorance refracts the path of wisdom Ignorance, the coward's path Disingenuous smiles no longer placate I see splintered gums, gnarled tongues Gnawing at the roots of verity. Pale anomalies withering, quivering fools be damned There will be no vengeance here. Grasping at ghosts, mists slither around the pleading wrists. This is not your world, it never was. Sneaking shadows creeping A coil of cold steel embraces. Consciousness recoils, shuddering. Crescendo of darkness encompassing Engulfed by macrocosm A withering corpse free falling Flesh cracks and decays, Emerging from the rot, pure energy. Keening mourners of the rotten sun Throngs of human filth, they are cast asunder. A shallow grave, an apathy more hollow Consumed by malaise, surrendering to the storm A lurking menace, a slave to none Devouring without prejudice, the maggots spawn. Stalwart legions waging wars of attrition. The Earth an ember.
4.
Wandering not after capricious auguries. Shunning false beacons Sanguine strands adorn dank subterranean tunnels Realities falling like torrential rains. In an eternal moment of tumult Pooling at our feet and rising ominously. Lingering threat of attenuation Waning masters of nothingness gazing on oblivion Now choking, reaching, grasping for anchorage in the tempest Abandoned, marooned, forsaken in a realm of dying light. Isolated are we in space and time Malingering and plotting demise, eroding and dilapidated.
5.
Army of reason Thundering multitudes Descends upon the neo-heretic Vanquish our great foe, a virus of the mind. Dismantling the palisades of antiquity. Ancient illusion festers, feast of the ego, Archaic anachronisms – cacophony of fallacy. Disintegrated pages of the hallowed tome Drift into the sunset, no longer legible, The once revered word has perished. Lost to man as quickly as the lies were inked. Existence augmented as the veil is lifted, perpetual inquisition. A rapture of reason ensues, titans colliding in a realm of empty space. The lepers flee to the shadows of their former relegation, regurgitated by the mucus of common sense Adiaphorous claims rapidly dismissed.
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Facets of purity under duress of the great white flood Repentance in the halls of servitude Cowering at the feet of the nefarious majesty All hail the decrepit bishop Ablution by anathema, Murder by hateful intent Paying penance in the shrine of infinite wisdom The Pardoner bathes in the blood of martyrdom Granting indulgence to earthly suffering Offering a glimpse of sunlight in the abyss Swear allegiance to the deluge The Congregation of lesser heretics Swarms of locust reflecting spiritual violence Delusional dogma summoning secular bloodshed. Tumultuous trials of the blessed endowment. Trial of the aposotate choked by din Cynic destined to suffer by dawn Make the oath or spill the blood Manifestion of the last rites of the condemned. Collapsing the pillars of forgiveness The ignorant gather to observe As the meek tumble to their perpetual sojourn. Washed away by the rapturous tears of the faithful. Impure ideas pulled into the void of singularity The grotesque corpses dangle, left to rot Whirlwind of forever impoverished spirits Inflicting irrevocable sacrilege A molten soul in agony rejecting reconstruction
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More and more the earth is churned Planting seeds for the world to burn Rain follows the plow Equines straining Soil decaying Rain follows the plow Raping the land, drought abound Sky and earth turned inside out Wall of dust lurking on the horizon Hairs raised on the nape of the neck Gather the children, stable the horses A storm of earth encroaches Lungs turn black as the skin peels. Eyes empty caverns, Rain follows the plow, swallowing what we’ll soon become Delirium in the fields of dust, industry of efficiency Delirium in the fields of dust, plowshare shatters like brittle bones
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Outlook plagued by apathy The damned ambulates toward the forest Corpses festoon the path, swaying in drift with the breeze Whispers from Aokigahara Free falling, for a brief moment. Beckoning voices shrieking, cackling The damned ties the noose with a smile Toss the rope, begin the climb, short though binding Whispers from Aokigahara. Free falling for a brief moment. The forest calls to you. The forest calls to us.

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released August 10, 2016

Guitars/Vocals - Mike
Bass - Morgan
Drums - Pete

Recorded and mixed by Kenny Goshgarian at Nightfall Studios in Canton, MA
Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance East in Cambridge, MA
Cover Art by Mark Richards of Heavy Hand Illustration
CD layout by Matt Ross of Dusk Driven Design

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