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Blood Sport Of The Gods
01:54
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Government systems with religious law
scholars interpreting texts to justify all
eradicating all seen as heresy
prohibiting alternate beliefs
burnings
beheadings
persecution
destruction of sites
Christians purging Muslims and Jews
transpose one religion, the situation's mirrored
decorated in yellow sack cloth and set on fire
forced into an orange jump suit, death televised
Torquemada, Bulldozer, the Auto de fe
Inquisition, Mahdiyah the Caliphate
final day judgment apocalyptic-ism
it all seems somewhat one and the same
it all seems somewhat one and the same
burnings
beheadings
persecution
destruction of sites
but conquest ends by the same measures
like at Xaquixaguana, Gonzolo beheaded
and young Garcliaso playing with the remains
of Carajal drawn and quartered
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There's always something new
there's always something better
but for some time stands still
and think the past it holds more merit
in time people change
memories fade
those who were there
are now old and gray
memories now historical acts
mementos are time capsule artifacts
covered in dust, rust
and at worst … dried blood
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The crossroads where
morality and mortality meet
where aging gangsters turn to God
tired of watching their back out on the streets
former combatants on opposite sides
30 years after the ambush they meet and embrace
as they were both there and knew
contact began not with an RPG 7 but a 75
when your young you're mad at the world
when your old the world seems mad at you
one lost his leg but they're both still alive
a war not of their making
that they can never forget
becomes a celebrated shared experience
victims, perpetrators, advocates
and sometimes survivors can find peace
a mother adopting the killer of her son
Hutu and Tutsi rebuild a village together
yet violence is the only language
understood by most opposition
both parties speak it fluently
and the cycle continues
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No erase
no rewind
a continuous loop
playing in the mind
hit the lights
draw the blinds
eyes are closed
memories are real time
there's no option to forget
looking into the eyes of killers
calling them by their names
listening to the stories of victim’s
sometimes they're one and the same
civil war in the Balkans
unseaworthy vessels from Libya to Malta
religious persecution, forced to flee
refugee camp at Wad Sharifey
land mines in Eritrea
mortared village southern Lebanon
prison riot Cantogrande
combat in Iraq fighting street by street
click 1 or 2 not more than 3
you can set headspace on an M2
but that won't help
your PTSD
philosophy
rock climbing
liquor
and weed
can never erase the things you've seen
soldiers and survivors mutually confide
haunting memories further the shame
yet in confidence can share their pride
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Idiotcalypse Now
01:30
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An ironic society where military, politicians,
lawyers and business people
read Clausewitz and Machiavelli's treatments on war
in relation to finding success in their own fields
Idiotacalypse now!
cognitive disconnect, reliance on technology
advances to free us up for better things
but instead we give into consumerist apps
and replace words with emojis
drive off the pier is the voice's direction
and many do without hesitation
shared vanity,
“reality” TV
mass depression
narsicidal society
targeted algorithms
humanity as commodity
emotional overload,
online group think
crowd violence
mob rules
desperation and anger
fire igniting fuel
IDIOT
crowd violence
mob rules
desperation and anger
fire igniting fuel
IDIOTCALYPSE NOW
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Flat on your back
arms pinned by your sides
gasping for breath
a weight on your chest
what blocks out the sun
as you look up at the sky
is the rain of fists
pummeling down
on your eyes
flat on your back
flat on your back
flat on your back
is the rain of fists
pummeling down
on your eyes
It's difficult to taste the tears
when you mouth is full of blood
It's difficult to taste the tears
when you mouth is full of blood
It's difficult to taste the tears
when you mouth is full of blood
flat on your back
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Ignoring The Small Print
01:19
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Feels like I'm falling through the floor
but I can still manipulate the control
smiling at this minor victory
reveling in unobserved glory
Schreck and Murnau
with Ruby Port
Corbucci and Chianti
with the original Django
semi comatose
throat closed
almost immobile
but my mind didn't get the memo
eyes start flickering
hypnophobia, anxiety ensue
succumbing to necessity
a sense of suffocation
jumping out of bed screaming
claustrophobia turns to agoraphobia
FALL THROUGH THE FLOOR
hunger with no appetite
a desire to run when you'd rather lie down
the swelling,
no longer able to feel a thing
it's not a real compromise
it's not a real compromise
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I never knew the fear
but it was always near
hushed words
and subtle warnings
I keep my distance
and tell people I don't know you
and I wish it were true
yeah, I wish it were true
I keep my distance
still my tongue
avoid all conversation
but basic interaction
I read the headlines
I tell people I don't know you
and I wish it were true
yeah, I wish it were true
I read the headlines
I heard the news
the things you say
the things that you do
I tell people
I don't know you
and I wish that
it were true
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Catacombs And Cataracts
00:59
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Graveyard in my mind, pathways dark,
hard to find, vision's not what it used to be
fingers trace, headstone engravings
letters from dead friends
voices from the past
paper brittle, ink is fading
but the recall they bring is vast
overdoses and heart attacks
every roll call, responses are fewer
good thing I'm losing my hearing
every roll call responses are fewer
now cancer and kidney failure
once suicides, car accidents
but the recall they bring is vast
letters from dead friends
voices from the past
paper brittle, ink is fading
fingers trace, headstone engravings
graveyard in my mind, pathways dark,
hard to find, vision's not what it used to be
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Partying on the graves of strangers
you just want to get high
oblivious to the hidden price
that en route to you people may have died
preparation in a filthy cook house
infused with gasoline and battery acid
cut with deadly additives
smuggled ingested, keistered and in carcasses
mules, police,
more civilians are dying in this
drug war than
many recent wars overseas
destroying neighborhoods
destabilizing societies
possible necrotic bacteria
and flesh eating disease
bloody wars for smuggling routes
yet if this were legalized
if this were legalized
it would be manufactured in pharmacies
and profitable for big business
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En route from Tinian
light a cargo of Uranium
14 minutes, 30 July
hit by torpedos type 95
the sun, the salt
the fear, the blood
the water, the thirst,
the fear, the blood
the screams, the air
the fear, the blood
within 12 minutes she rolls
stern in air, then capsizes
300 go down
900 set adrift
the sun, the salt
the fear, the blood
the water, the thirst,
the fear, the blood
the screams, the air
the fear, the blood
four days of enduring terror
by tiger sharks and white tips
was a message sent
has a search begun?
lashed to the wing
are we floating to die?
waiting out the night
too much weight to fly
blood in the water
circling fins
is this a reprieve
or a likely end?
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Loyal To Our Nightmare
00:33
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Goals that mean little
to few other than ourselves
far removed destinations arrived at
with little fanfare or celebration
adventures resulting
from plans gone wrong
if everything went right
would we be doing this so long?
you can't sleep with the light on
when there is no time to sleep
so much to see and do
you miss out every time you blink
so much to see and do
you miss out every time you blink
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The masses are beneath the surface
trying to tread water and catch a breath
the weight on their heads is crushing
unaware they're not alone
religious co-worker hates his scrips
he starts self medicating with crack instead
having to kick your homeless childhood friend
off the couch
(he's creeping your roommates out)
can't hold a job, hate the shelter
people steal your shit, too many rules
don't like the meds because
they create a grayer world
refusing help, SSI and food stamps
another friend lost to the streets
eating out of trash cans
if they can
when you're young creativity
fits right in with eccentricity
with age its difficult
to fit in
can't hold a job, hate the shelter
people steal your shit, too many rules
don't like the meds because
they create a grayer world
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Shouting by any means necessary
while advocating against guns
Against capital punishment and the prison system
but won’t help a prisoner integrate upon release
SHOW ME SOMEONE WHO ISN'T A HYPOCRITE AND I'LL SHOW YOU A LIAR
Ludvig Nobel an oil baron who financed tankers, pipelines, refineries
and the arms industry yet is known for creating an award for peace
(Bangladeshi politicians who advocate against sex work by day
and visit the City of Joy brothel by night)
SHOW ME SOMEONE WHO ISN'T A HYPOCRITE AND I'LL SHOW YOU A LIAR
there's 6 billion examples across this planet
because humans are emotional, impulsive,
quick to judge, unreasonable, liars,
imperfect and often full of shit.
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16. |
Revenge Of The Forgotten
02:06
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Spoken contributions from the following, in what is hopefully close to the actual order....
Right Channel:
Snowflake (China)
Robert (Refuse Records, Poland)
Mau (FLIPOUTA.A, Japan)
B (CONVENIENCE/CFD, United States)
Lük Haas (Tian An Men 89 Records)
Iris & Pippa (Milwaukee, Wisconsin)
Poney (VIOLATOR, Brasil)
Thibault (FEEDBACK, Mauritius)
Sergei (Reforestation Records, Russia)
Juyoung (SCUMRAID, South Korea)
Poney
Left Channel:
Snowflake (China)
Stefan (SUBMISSION/WOLTEMADE, Namibia)
Yuyang (XIAO WANG, China)
Zepol (KILL RATIO, Philippines)
Yeap (ENZYME/PISSCHRIST, Australia)
Max (625, United States)
Aca (STRAIGHT ANSWER, Indonesia)
Glenno Smith (Australia)
Keith (Malaysian Borneo/England)
Brian (TOUCHED BY NAUSEA, South Africa)
Zak (LIFES/CFD, United States)
Javkha (ArtGer, Mongolia)
Carlos (SISTEMA EN DECADENCIA, Australia)
Nevin (STRUGGLE SESSION, China)
Thibault (FEEDBACK, Mauritius)
Odessa (CHOKE COCOI, Philippines)
Leticia (Cozinha Yebá, Brasil)
Poney (English)
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