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Seer of Naught

by Multa

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Behind his leaden eyelids The Seer ruminates Pupils focused on naught Peripheral ghosts and baseless thought The Sightless Seer Reverse engineer of the hidden machine The Seer of Naught Zealot of the Night and rootless thought Yet when the time has come to breach The infinitely wide meta Between reality and the truest of truths The profoundly mad and the maddening profound The clouds roll in And yet when the time has come to reach Meaning beyond excreta Beyond the trivial and meaningless proofs Causations of causations, half-baked correlations The walls close in Study of the frame Over the pane itself Pariah, cold and distant Study of the flame Chars the Iris gray Martyr, hollow and dissonant
2.
The years like leaves they turn So weary of the winds they yearn For a flatline where no currents churn Idle matter to a sickly burn Fire is a wound in the balance Siphoning blood from the chalice A violent dance of null and all Void of virtue, void of malice Above the crust Wherein those hideous harpies slice through the skies The lacerations of their talons Harvest rotten fruit Beneath the crust Wherein the worms gnaw on my roots The ancient death gods Suck on my necrotic toes Their talons lacerate My sprigs, the leaf shedding twigs Their talons lacerate My sprigs, the ever thirsting Styx Rages betwixt
3.
This universe is tiny It's ventures puny Intentions truly unsure This universe is also mindless It's convulsing lashes Governed with blindness I'm sure The eye is fixed on blinding rays of mammon Concrete beasts, marble priests Monolithic steel, millions kneel The smog asphyxiates barbaric voices of instinct The smog satiates, the smog is quenching The smog is meaning, miasma ever loving Millions upon millions Exiled from the soothing womb of death And spat forth into a brief flash of the most revolting neon gray The sweet bosom of darkness calls With it's mouth tingling, mind numbing breastmilk of self-loathing Only the utterly destroyed shall ever be granted their freedom The smog is nurture, the smog is future The smog is narrative, the smog is imperative The inevitable Asphalt Limbo Inevitable, irreversible insatiable Asphalt Limbo The all consuming craving To go back whence potential was drawn About-face and grin at the nostalgia of the grave Shines even brighter than the LEDs. So lie down and rot in peace Lie down and rot Lie down and rot Lie down and rot
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Warwhore 06:12
This is why you were spawned From the compost of your fathers This is the result of your raising No other directions for you You are done Go to war whore Suffocate on my blood More! More! And suck my gun Drones voyeur a fresh pit of carnal mesh Smouldering with moans of pure passion Slippery flesh writhing against fellow flesh With righteus ragers engorged: Lights, camera, action! Warwhore Remember: We are one More! More! Warwhore Now From the ashes a flower grows From beautiful tragedy From noble throes And as they say in love and war everything goes Everything Thus a legend is born Crowned with death, adorned by all Nameless star of The Grand Porn Warwhore Inhale the smoke of genocide Hail the prince of global suicide Face a recoil moneyshot Warwhore Debased, erased and fucked
5.
The incompleteness of the harvest hides in itself cruelty, outright mockery masquarading as mercy The era of descent will soon come Burn-beaten land Warm spit upon history Blood, ashes, sand Scorn, spit, scorch, victory Eat, fire, eat! Pyromanic war witchery Progress from defeat Warm spit upon history Rigid bodies topple And shatter into gravel New mosaic forms Perhaps better, perhaps worse Likely all the same All the fucking same Natures celestial scythe Whetted with sapient spite Oscillates as a whirlpool Of sour, frothing drool Upon history The era of descent has begun Under blood crescent we are one The seraphic sickle shall come down on the fickle Until grace itself is gracelessly undone Eat, fire, eat Swipe Sysiphus' feet Blood, ashes, sand Burn-beaten land
6.
I envisioned a spark Grace the surface of the dark And so it did And so it did Ever so slightly The pulsating black matte Began to glisten Began to listen I envisioned a gust Of smoke, like flickering stardust Hug the walls And so it did Ever so gently The primordial nyctocrat Began to thaw Stretch it's maw Eat, fire, eat! Eat, eat, eat! Wherever the torch glows The shadow follows The shadow follows Wherever the spark goes Fetch! Eat, fire, eat! Eat, eat, eat! I envisioned the war A lifetime of swirling inferno Come to pass A bitter draw I heard the timeless walls Of the vast obsidian halls Smother the final echoes A flame frozen in time And terror set in stone
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Tear off the limbs of reality Fashion a cauldron out of the skull Render the fat of our towering amputee And separate the manna from bones Wonders and bones Wonders and bones There is something hiding 'neath the flesh Whatever it is I must find it Drink the boiling broth of reality Sweet succulent flesh of the gods Reflect upon the stench of divinity And ponder the shape of the bones Ponder the bones Ponder the bones There is something hiding in the darkness Whatever it is I must submit I am but a thrall to it's searing image I am but a thrall to the talons I am but a thrall to inevitability I am but a throne, a cauldron skull Ponder the bones Ponder the bones Then burn them and ponder the smoke

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released February 14, 2024

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Multa is a project where I do what I want, and most of the time that means cold atmospheres, sinister black metal riffs and sometimes noise and other weird shit.

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