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Clear Blue Plastique

In the clear blue plastique bag Lies the pieces of mankind Clear blue plastic bag in ice Frozen in the endless black Illuminates forever death 

Corporal Compendia

Humanless Thought escape Resting effort emptiness (The) Stone bleeds black After death (and) The alpine view becomes A reality Corporal compendia 

Darkness Deluge

My life Darkness Hands wet with blood From future's past Hate smiles in the bag of doom My life Darkness Deluge 

Excarnation

Human face etched in stone Human columns Hardened stone Memory inscripted Southwest facing epitaph Crepuscularic vision Exhumed the memory Depicted 

Exsiccation

The secret is after post Hot water, Harold 

Faces of Carnage

"Take my hand It's borrowed Take my arms They're on loan" The green chair melts the post And all who stand near the flames Suffer immense joy Under the ceiling fan "Take it all I don't care I'll just sit In the chair Burning wood next to The black...

God Swallow

God swallow Consumed hollow Tablature of living decay Landflesh Your humaness is felt Resting in my effort 

Inversion Soil

Hate Smiles In the bag of doom Cleaned, inscripted Buried, consumed 

Paste Human

Human columns Hardened into stone in loving memory... Cleaned and inscripted A linear aesthetic epitaph Lying in my arl Your requiem's complete Singing wall of death Crawling on remains A lachrymator (of joy) Cold stiffens the joints Hard like a mor...

Sacromonte (Popocatepetl)

The summit Bursts into fire Popocatepetl Sacromonte Wings ablaze Under the blackened sky Sacromonte, Popocatepetl Sacromonte 

Spiritual Bleeding (Faces II)

The arm I removed from my body Lies in the green chair (The ceiling fan is turned on full power as the awakening souls spill forth from the shattered glass bleeding their essence onto the carpet) (Crimson flow thickens around the black post standing in th...

The Rain

(The) rain falls slower Blood drips cold Compendium of terror Never to be told Death has senses Which burn and enlight Clawing at the darkness Unprepared for the sight Rain Liquid isolation Eyes frozen closed Blindness breeds deception Feel fire w...

Tomorrow You're Going to Die

"You know, if I say to you, 'Tommorow, we're going on a picnic,' you're not going to be afraid because you know what that is, you know what 'picnic' is. But if I say to you, 'Tommorow, you're going to die,' that's a little bit scarier because you don't know wh...