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Arrival
05:01
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Arrival of an otherworld being!
Fantastical!
Entities of other regions,
Seeking intelligent sentience.
Majestical!
As these forces collide, troubled forces of the times,
Searching for dominion.
Arrival of the otherworld,
Inching upon a fate, unturned!
A fascination in beings utmost obscure,
Their guise without feelth.
A fascination in beings utmost obscure,
Vaguely surreal!
Will they come for knowledge,
Or to terraform the entire species?
Arrival!
Beings from an otherworld.
Have they come to erase us?
Or to edify us?
An aura of a faint elegance,
Cloaked in clouds of sheer mystery!
Deciding the fate of the mortalborn,
Arrival of the otherworld!
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Attitude Of Gratitude
03:04
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Directing the course of reception,
Expecting the entire world in return.
Erecting delusions of grandeur,
The attitude of gratitude, demanded caveat.
Aggressive sense of charity,
Generous for all of the wrong reasons.
Not simply an excuse for neglect,
But for healthy suspicion.
Nothing given is truly free,
Just more leverage to coerce thee!
Becoming resistant to the predatory alms,
Of those seeking power to condition with force.
Nothing given is truly free from “good” samaritans,
Be wary of their coercion.
Nothing given is truly free from “good” samaritans,
Corrupting the plight of philanthropy!
Incapable of cordial giving,
They are the enemy of pure generosity!
Nothing that is given is truly free!
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Synonymous
03:24
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Searching for physical diversity,
Beyond fashion or lustful perversity.
Homogenized culture to bare bone and skin,
Reducing humankind to all traits akin.
For what we’ve comprised,
We mirror its worst of kind.
Outside the scope of the human mind,
Blended into semblance intertwined.
Synonymous!
Becoming corporate archetypes, so predictable,
Molded into faux bodies, lost.
A culture so homogenized, everything begins to look the same,
Filtering uniqueness.
Wrought of form, solidified,
Offensive to our creator’s eye.
For what we’ve comprised,
We mirror its worst of kind!
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Shine
03:49
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Ideomotor behavior of the aggregate,
Prognosticating average societal pretenses.
Upon a mountain of outmoded veracity (precision),
Predicting horrors,
The Shine of community.
Unspoken bases of convention manifesting themselves,
Mute understandings of stagnation riddle them with statis.
Communicating within supernatural pretext,
A transposition so predictable,
This construct, mistaken for shining.
Echoing the minds of every able-bodied clone of the acculturated.
The Shine of the people evokes amongst us,
Conveying culture of inanimation.
Unspoken bases of convention manifests themselves as a permutation,
Revealing the stagnation of the laymen,
Taking the form of a telepathic Shining.
Predicting thine ethos with this Shining!
Echoing the minds of every able-bodied clone,
Taking the form of a telepathic Shining!
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Ethos
03:45
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Above society!
Scolding with arrogance,
Ironic sense of excellence.
Creating false complexes of an out-of-touch ruling class,
Sculpting an ethos of fallacy.
Is it reprieval of deeds done deceitful?
Or failure to surpass good versus evil?
Creating false complexes of an out-of-touch ruling class,
Sculpting an ethos of fallacy.
O’ how we’ve come to scrutinize,
Looking down upon middle class demise.
All while avoiding, hiding from the truth,
Dissociating from your roots makes you the fool.
A feeling, superior,
Disposition, inferior!
Superlative reflection!
Self-inducing, deconstructing self-respect,
Absurd, out-of-touch sense of excellence.
As you look down in hubris they spew,
Just know that they’re better than you.
Downwards, they stare upon the so-called plebeians,
All while avoiding and hiding from truth,
Ethos of fallacy!
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The Hills Have Eyes
04:25
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Excluding everyone,
A people shrouded in dark.
Benighted hills show their eyes!
This is their final message!
Disposing outside forces beyond a slip of the mind,
A searing gaze continues filling this land’s draught cortex.
Breathing its judgment and curse of homegrown glum and gloom,
Preserving rites and customs of the local bourgeois.
Of tradition, they hath been born in simplism,
Values defined without forethought put into practice.
A searing gaze, filling this land’s draught cortex,
Devoid of life that dares challenge its architecture.
Attentive darkness,
Hear the hill’s message!
A people shrouded in dark,
Its strength, mere ego.
Sentiments carried forth by the collective.
Attentive darkness,
Now hear this message!
Searing!
Its gaze upon the world wreaks of adjunct discernment,
And disdain!
Exuding its judgment and curse of homegrown gloom and doom upon this plain!
The hills have eyes!
Naught posing in disguise.
A collective fueled with disdain,
For isolation they must ascertain.
A people shrouded in the dark!
A people excluding everyone!
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