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Nothing X Everything
05:15
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When you really expect nothing
You realize that loneliness always going to extend the
Hand of misery
Throwing up your final longing which sheep before the wolf.
And tell me what do you expect from nothing?
Roam in circles
Watching darker
Looking for the grow
Where you will never find it.
In the end, the bitter hope of the miserable time that remains
As a scar in agony.
Poisonous reality that mocks in waiting.
As if the law of signs were reversed and nothing makes sense.
And tell me what do you expect from nothing?
Roam in circles
Watching darker
Looking for the grow
Where you will never find it.
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Perfect Tense
05:06
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The illusion and the expectation of something that will not happen
The remote chaos defends the executioner of hope.
Leading to the synonym of infinity.
The sum of anxiety pretends
Disguise the inevitable
The perfect irrevocable, indispensable cowardice
That attracts the irrelevance of the past.
The mundane affection is not selection,
The landscape is dilated before the price of the negation
Of the radiance of opacity.
The sum of anxiety pretends
Disguise the inevitable
The perfect irrevocable, indispensable cowardice
That attracts the irrelevance of the past.
The hazy edge of misfortune to the path of an empty spirit.
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3. |
Nobody
06:54
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The outline of ignorance,
Which flies before excrement,
Breathing the mockery of reality.
Like the rat in the Evicted phase,
Desperate to survive a last breath.
The exercise of weakness in the face
Of a nauseous disillusionment of an
Eternal despair disguised as the perfect nobody
Dancing to the rhythm of obscurantism,
Ignites the black fire, the one feared by the enlightened
Protected by misery.
Those who dare to martyrs mock hope.
The courage of a lamb before the true horror
Of that universal constant that reduces us to bacteria.
In the end the cockroach survives.
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Opulence
08:03
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The seed numbs a specific moment that
Makes each thousandth more thick than a detailed portrait.
Imperfect time,
Architect of relativity,
Bitter tune,
Pestilent is the drink that lubricates my null affection for compassion
Intoxicating the land of the supposed temple of persistence.
What action in each reaction
We ignore the passage of each time in relevance of
The radiance of immortal restlessness.
As if we were artists of logic,
Imagining the alternate parallel of our fantasy.
The opulence of objectivity Caress of illusion
A necessary incident that anesthetizes the relevance of
Affectivity to the scratch of logic.
Irrelevant is the chaos that distresses
Our course to the validity of opportunity
I sour here the obfuscation.
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Godbelow León, Mexico
Post Black Metal from Leon, Mexico.
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Signed to Sun Empire Prods
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