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4E013: With Thorns of Glass and Petals of Grief

by Balmora

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As pillars decay under the weight of a blackened sky, This palace built upon lies on prophets winces from within. And I, weary and forlorn, look towards winter's white veil, That falls upon hallowed ground. Is one life not enough? Is one death not enough? For when my head meets stone, From my blood will rise a serpent, That will take it's rightful place as the deity upon the pedestal. Is one life not enough? Is one death not enough? Winter's white veil falls upon hallowed ground, And by dawn my head will rest just under the rusted blade. The deity upon the pedestal.
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The dawn breaks, These thoughts that dwell. Night brings forth, My final hell. This choice.. This choice I made, Follows me eternal. Consuming my every breath. Solace found in death. Hours stained by the weight of heavy hearts. The rain whispers of eternal embrace. From death bleeds new life. Summer until forever's collapse. The sky's lament as wrists cry Torrential storms of red mist to tend the pastures. Buried beneath the willow tree, Off the old path in a field to the east, Underneath the setting sun.
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thousands of miles north she sees my eyes through, the aperture of her door. And I see her's reflecting off a kitchen knife. I feel her marrow in my bones. Hundreds of pages torn from a notebook. Full of words that never meant anything anyway, Just like these. Her halo made of broken glass from the windshield. Her body shot like an arrow in an acrylic painted circle. I use the shrapnel to chisel an epitaph into an empty field. No one will bring flowers to an unmarked grave, She always hated roses anyway. Silence falls over the burial site, As a veil of spring rain shrouds the road. She always hated roses anyway. You should have seen how beautiful you looked with a face full of glass shards.
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My arms open wide and darkness emits. Radial forms all lead to one. Cries in distress of the endless form. A great fire to cleanse all entwinement. Limbs fall lifeless to charred remains under veil of a jet black night, Springtime will bloom new flowers with thorns of glass and petals of grief. Growing amidst the April showers. Picked before blossoming by an innocent thief. Divinity cloaked in a robe of flies, Bares no fruit worthy to consume. The formless idol sends clouds of fire from the skies. Her eyes of emerald green to serve as my tomb. Cast me down to where the sinners dwell. Lifeless vessel of an empty shell. The trees sway in the autumn breeze From creaking branches, dead leaves released. I long for her embrace one more time. Hearts in unison and limbs entwined. She pulls me under the surface, planting her roots deep inside. A dagger to the heart of finality.

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Metalcore from Connecticut

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released April 26, 2023

Senti - Vocals
Jay - Guitar
Brandon - Drums
Danny - Guitar
Lumpy - Bass

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Chwas in New Haven, CT
"From Creaking Branches, Dead Leaves Released" and piano on "A Dagger To The Heart of Finality" composed and performed by Michael Ireland

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