5/13/2023 0 Comments The black angels bandcampJust an endless sequence of cross-currents There is no redemption arc in the record of eternal truths. "Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler and the noisome pestilence.“ Taring at the roots, where the rats beckon asunder. Never pitied, they will make this mistake again. There is a stain of perspective in those expiring eyes.Īnd they will fly their flags at half mast "The tree of knowledge is not that of life.“ In the heap of temptations, hope would mark the ruins. Ripe are the fools and the damned who have longed for a promised land. To galvanize them to sacrifice and abnegation 'Till plight and injustice wakes this earth Tyrants and men of ideals feign the black-eyed children. Man - like earth - both flower and decay. The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back.Īnd bound by it‘s own gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves. In a world of sin, of shit - but in schism -Īnd if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves. Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse. The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole Into a world of sin, of shit - in schism - the man will seek the angel at the bottomless pit. At a funeral for the sun They will dement the divide. “The God who made iron grow did not need slaves.“Ī maniacal forge seeds the tempter and triangulates the sin, the madness and the fury. On the dark and bloody ground, came to me on the rock I‘m bound: This rock for which I‘m bound, the wind I fear won‘t hear me, And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will,Ĭomes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.“
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