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Bloom
06:22
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In the sky
Tigers duel
Like Zeus unleashing thunder unto earth
The scent of death
On a noble's breath
Brandishing a star that's dripping blood
A Promethean sin
A waxing sun
Nothing on the horizon but a haze
A sound so loud
A light so bright
That you can almost touch it when it hits
But no hard rain's gonna wipe us all out
No godlike men could scorch the entire earth
So better to face the pretenders stalwart and stout
Than to dream in shadows and in black clouds
There's a weight
Heavier than hell
There's a blade
Sharp and slick
There's a hand
Cracked and raw
Can you feel it grasping your neck?
Wring the arm that anchors it!
When I walk, please walk with me
Where I am, come be with me
Bear these blows, oh, with me
It all falls down
It all falls down
It all falls down...
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Aurora
05:11
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Like Atlas, toiling still under the weight of millenia
A torrent of ants flooding a corpse with a Rosetta
Illusions of the present penetrating the mundane
Of necessity disintegrate in history's gaze
It's coming
Can't bear the future if the sun is your enemy
Persisting still somehow
Five thousand years laboring in civil society
Progress beyond it now
Staring at the great mirage of condemnation
Vanishing now before articulation
The appearance of apocalypse is bending on its cane
So look now beyond the picture and on into the frame
It's over
Aurora fading out in my head
Blood on white flags turns them all red
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Demoulisher
05:31
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I think it's time for us to
Gather our fingers into a fist
Abandon the forms that's keeping us alone and
Not die by fire in our sleep at the hands of some demagogue
It's not a long way down
It's been a long time coming
Glory to slaves, and glory to serfs, and glory to us now
Let your meek hearts rise
A plane flies over
Sounds like death
But don't think so fast
You run out of breath
It's a demon made
By a madman's art
With a menacing face
But a festering heart
And if the skyscrapers turn into a field
A single spark will morph into a flame that we wield
And soon the floor will shake and we'll engulf the earth
The seeds are sown and there's gas near the hearth
A plane flies over
Cold wind in its wake
Behold the demon
And if that day comes
We'll still be here
We'll still be young
We'll still be new
So we oppose it
But don't fear it
Who will?
If that day comes
We'll still be here
We'll still be young
We'll still be new
We fear nothing
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Provincial Camps Saint John, New Brunswick
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