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Published on Jun 29, 2011
Song from the very first Abuse demo (2010), image is from the computer game by Crack Dot Com. Lyrics: The porcelain facemask circled her head When does she wake? Nightmare of a broken day. "Absolutely not" she said, all but her quaking abdomen still. It says on her license save for her pandered paunch she donates organs withheld from though one would fail to gather I for one should know seeing her place them, one by one, into that vacuous bowl. Iyom K'exe'lom removing divines: Their mingling blood turns tepid, their tithe serpentine, betrothed still by deliverance whose accolytes lavish gold when the shrieks of shattered vows adumbrate forged faiths. Captive of your own birth, how you forget that darkness makes me anything more than limb and leaf and sapless tree; it was not love that made me but casting hands on jealous stithes of dexter architect or sadist sentry. Nam illud nascari omnis scientia alienetur. Nos debellendus hostem, nos laudurus factum inchoatum. Nos bellemus cum nostri, ingravescemur sapientia, lugebimus praeteritum, transferemus in omniam potentiam. Let's play snakes; I'll swallow you whole. Let our backs break at your feet. A messianic promisory note got torn and kindled ignited the conflagration whose spectators were whole beasts cut in half, were spectres of themselves in the flames' shadow, were moribund cycling backwards, wombwards in whose words faith was dropped like a last chance hail mary fingers crossed bomb abashed and bashful without simultaneity, with brokenback workaday spontaneity and repulsive terravorous grimaces dirtcaked. Its ashes leapt for their ugly home in the sky, and amidst the trembling gobs of smoke and swirl became the act of unbecoming, the clumsy, equestrian, black-clad gallants, the smog that birthed the industry, the calm that precedes comets of endless extinction, the name of the nameless one, the he who is not called.