DESCRIPTION:
Song from the very first Abuse demo (2010), image is from the computer game by Crack Dot Com.
Lyrics:
The porcelain facemask circled her head
When does she wake? Nightmare of a broken day.
"Absolutely not" she said,
all but her quaking abdomen still.
It says on her license
save for her pandered paunch
she donates organs
withheld from though one would fail to gather
I for one should know
seeing her place them,
one by one,
into that vacuous bowl.
Iyom K'exe'lom removing divines:
Their mingling blood turns tepid,
their tithe serpentine,
betrothed still by deliverance
whose accolytes lavish gold
when the shrieks of shattered vows
adumbrate forged faiths.
Captive of your own birth,
how you forget
that darkness makes me
anything more
than limb and leaf and sapless tree;
it was not love that made me
but casting hands on jealous stithes
of dexter architect or sadist sentry.
Nam illud nascari omnis scientia alienetur.
Nos debellendus hostem, nos laudurus factum inchoatum.
Nos bellemus cum nostri, ingravescemur sapientia,
lugebimus praeteritum,
transferemus in omniam potentiam.
Let's play snakes;
I'll swallow you whole.
Let our backs break at your feet.
A messianic promisory note
got torn and kindled
ignited the
conflagration
whose spectators were whole beasts
cut in half,
were spectres of themselves in
the flames' shadow,
were moribund cycling backwards,
wombwards in whose words
faith was dropped like a
last chance
hail mary
fingers crossed
bomb
abashed and bashful
without simultaneity,
with brokenback workaday
spontaneity
and repulsive terravorous grimaces dirtcaked.
Its ashes leapt for their ugly home in the sky,
and amidst the trembling gobs
of smoke and swirl
became the act of unbecoming,
the clumsy, equestrian, black-clad gallants,
the smog that birthed the industry,
the calm that precedes comets
of endless extinction,
the name of the nameless one,
the he who is not called.