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Abominism

by Abominism

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1.
She kept those burdens rolling. She liked to burn them slowly. Force fed to keep them growing. She liked to burn them slowly. Have chase my sons and the guiltiest will love me most. Embrace my sons. Wash the guiltiest from his ghosts. Too many nights awaken in panic. Too much to grieve the lot you were handed. I almost broke, if I have to admit it. And I'll be damned if I ever relive it. My brother told me of parallel moments. The tax was hers.He should not have to own it. I'm not prepared but I'll lie if they ask me. Those broken moments go flying right past me. Generational agony seeks to permeate all future generations. Situational savagery. I'll sacrifice my own perpetuity. We have to find some way around this. I never meant to leave you at its' mercy. Congenial virtues will only draw a path for it to hurt you. Fire just enough to consume everyone. Just enough to keep the anger searing. Fire's not enough to erase history. Not enough to keep the innocent from fearing. Your pain is mine. So is your victory. Some day you'll find the answer to your mystery. She kept those burdens rolling. She liked to burn them slowly.
2.
Predation. Upon our houses the hand of the dead. Upon our landscapes once blessed with decadence. Upon our souls the innocents have bled. Holocaust. Broken treaties, broken faith and broken bones. We scavenge weakness to assert absolute dominance. Indifferent to what decency bemoans. Weeping lesions. Symptoms of the infirmity. Gluttonous legions will rule the filth for eternity. Cruel, consuming needs of men. The constant hunger and drive for subjugation. Fools run perpetually. The parasite always bates with liberation. No waste of wanton onslaught. Flesh feeds the earth for yet another generation. Anticlimactic? Yes. But none the less absurd. The Antichrist an idea we named society. Melodramatic? Yes but most have never heard of a utopia formed without mass butchery. Whose depravity do you pray to? Which one's your demigod? Whose weakness do you pray upon? Spare them not the rod. Fratricide. Genocide. Whose depravity do you pray to? Which one's your demigod? Whose weakness do you pray upon? Spare them not the rod. Fratricide. Genocide. Predation. Holocaust.
3.
I remain as an illusionist. I cast aside all the discarded husks. Unusable within my current form. And I reclaim the guise as I'm reborn. Posed and positioned in a neutral gesture. Something benign with no intent to threaten. Something you find within unguarded moments. Illusion is the chosen mass hypnosis. In truth, no living vessel casts a shadow of its' torture. But the shadow hangs upon it as the world drowns upon it. What is owed is never rendered. Even in death it's withheld. Like a swell with no release. Imploding inward without reprise. Now is the reign of the imagined man. The sheaths of flesh donning their cattle brand. Now propaganda grips you by the neck. Edward Bernays the holy architect. See how no shame, no guilt of disgrace is sold as pride. As if you're stainless. Convinced that life should be painless. Concede all until you're nameless. Now all I see are the vacated eyes. The dilated pupils tell no lies. Now disinformation keeps you well informed. Which final vanity will you afford? See how empty is the aesthetic. Can't heal or mend. Just so pathetic.Convinced that life should be painless. Concede all until you're nameless. Mirrored shields form a phalanx edging us back to the cliffs. Too transfixed to see the ground disappear beneath us. .
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As apparent as the unrelenting fatigue, brought about by the denial of the source of our most base of drives, is the frivolous manner in which we dispatch dwelling on hypocrisy as our fundamental human truth. Castigate dissent in as much as doing so insulates our sanity. In as much as passion wasted on banality falsifies dignity. Making one unaware of their emptiness. The breadth of which, traversed, defiled and bestrewn with filth. The vacuum of space has appealed to unconscious thought. To rip life away and reverse this defect. Unclean descends back to unclean. In hollow reverence we burn. In silence we surrender. In shrouded imbalance is learned. In penance we remember. Words spoken in contrast to actions. Worn and well rehearsed. God of man lies under the surface. What we do unobserved. We reflect the essence of god. Ardent, zealous children of god. Ruins of eternal collapse mark the site of human collapse. We reflect the essence of god. Ardent, zealous children of god. Ruins of eternal collapse mark the site of human collapse. Can’t reconcile life in a void that drowns it. Of balance. Of self-erasure. Weakest and willing first to vacate the earth. In worship. In desolation. Monuments of formless nameless gods. never meant to be seen by the eyes of man. Stand unmoved by our final grasp toward deity.
5.
Fleeting are the days until I am gone. Yet so often wrong, I wonder if I was ever here. The fear of losing it all as just an imagining of a person, of a time. Of a place, of a life. Pure truth is unknowable. It's damn near a fallacy. As such, it is unresolved, incurable malady. But the dread and the dreaming and the bleakness in the screaming. It never fucking ends. Broken by that which never bends. One always sees himself a present man. One's never close enough to nothingness. Once, can't get close enough to understand. Once, can't experience beyond themselves. These are nothing but walls. Limitations driving existential discontent. You will be nothing when they fall. There is no place to ease your trembling.
6.
No hope endures the burden of the status quo. So say the patrons of the first world. No loss too great to stave the mass consumption. So say the masters of the first world. No idle time to mourn the loss of personage. You owe a debt unto the first world. Some say that hell depends upon the place you're born. If you're not born into the first world. Permutations of the bearers breed cancerous ilk. Dilation even in light means flaw of basic senses. Egality has no basis. Thus morality is pageantry feeding egos. Though, starved none the less. Harbinger of the unappeasable lust to court bereavement; sniff the decay from the stagnant air. Heralding sorrow with such frequency must erode one's patience and emasculate garish conceit. The mechanisms that have rendered hope as dust have put to sleep group instinct to preserve our lives. I've been awake for several hours now. Trust. My corpse will be one of the few with frozen open eyes. Famine of hope. Left to rot. Left to believe what is not. Four billion years of evolution, yet possessed by other humans. Our worth weighs against the bottom line like spitting at the sun cures cancer. Hopeless. Permutation of the bearers breeds cancerous ilk. Dilation even in light means flaw of basic senses. Egality has no basis. Thus morality is pageantry feeding egos. Though, starved none the less. Golden age of pretense catalyzed by opiate like pleasures. Leaves no pause to question if the outcome has ever been worth the measures.

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Abominism is a Philadelphia PA based death metal project that draws influence from various sub genres within extreme metal.

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released March 18, 2019

Stephen Baker (Guitars, Bass, Lyrics)
John Dunn (Vocals)
Ian Wright (Audio Engineering)

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