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Silent Graves

by Hollow Earth

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1.
Beyond the grey skies and scorched horizons lies the distant echo of expired anthems, overshadowed by the sound of gun shots and mortar blasts abruptly followed by the stirring silence. This is the end of our industrial reign. In war torn lands stripped of any order exists only the will to survive. A merciless struggle with death's relentless threat continually at bay. The over privileged lives now stripped of all comforts and conveniences. The illusion of safety completely dismantled in the absence of hope, in the absence of god. With casualties increasing the body count piles higher. The sight of corpses burning, ammunition control and the rise of militias. The illusion of safety completely dismantled, widespread panic and fear run rampant. The illusion of safety completely dismantled in the absence of hope, in the absence of god. This is the end of our industrial reign. Beyond the grey skies and scorched horizons lies the distant echo of expired anthems. Blood will rain from the sky as the earth prepares its final reclamation.
2.
With an appetite for war and an overwhelming dependency on a chemical feed stock that will inevitably be the death of us, a culture born from greed. Marching forward, plowing through a dwindling supply. Simply cannot satisfy the growing demand of an overcrowded planet, a culture sick with greed. A perfect preface for an impending depression. Setting the stage for economic collapse. A perfect preface for the fall of an imperialist nation with total disregard. The world's oil reserves depleted, the infrastructure crumbles, the grand design has finally met its match. While we place our hopes in those in power, those who place profits above all. Alternatives lie dormant in the hands of those in power, profits above all. Recession, depression, inflation and collapse. A perfect preface for the imminent demise. No sacrifice is made in the name of progression. No fault or compromise, despite the consequence. Profits above all.
3.
Crushed by the weight of failure, spiraling into the depths of despair. Dejected and detached, I've collapsed. I no longer find strength within myself. Hollow, void of any compassion I remain isolated descending further into madness. Clandestine convocations of the harlot and the swine. Charlatan, thief, and liar. Self-centered, self-absorbed. I see the gnarled, twisted root of all your evil. Feel my pain, feel complete emptiness. The chasms of my mind, the hell where I reside. Know my loss, know true sorrow, where every fault is my own creation. Abandoned, alone, and unloved left to shoulder the weight on my own and salvage remnants from the broken trust. But I refuse to be replaced I refuse to be forsaken. And though you've severed ties and walked away from everything, you haven't seen the last of me. I see the pain in your eyes, I see the hatred that you hide behind, and where your affection lies. Your words defy your heart, but I forgive you for everything that you've done to me, and the person you've become, a mere shell of who I loved. Feel my pain, feel complete emptiness. the chasms of my mind, the hell where I reside. Know my loss, know true sorrow where every fault is my own creation.
4.
Corruptive contagion, infectious persuasion. A book of lies and a crucifix to manifest the fear bred conclusions derived from delusions of heavens and hells - of gods and men. Forgive me father, for I have sinned and crumbled beneath the weight of the cross. These rusty nails have been driven into the palms of those who've knelt in fear. This crown of thorns rests upon the heads and pierces the flesh of all, for we were born into and have committed original sin. Pray in tongues to cleanse your soul of the filth and failures of a dying world. Corruptive contagion, infectious persuasion. A book of lies and a crucifix to manifest the fear bred conclusions derived from delusions of heavens and hells - of calloused gods and fallen men. Take this body, take this blood. Self-serving, self-righteous sacrifice absolved through tradition, a baptism in shame and consequence. A doctrine, a gospel with visions of horrors and hell to come. A search for truth in the emptiness, illumination through the abyss. This lantern, a beacon of hope and faith extinguished by righteousness of the axiom. Forgive me father for I have sinned and crumbled beneath the weight of the cross. Forgive me father for I have sinned and will carry these sins through the gates of hell.
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6.
To numb the mind, to pass the time in the arms of complacency. To feel the sting of winter's chill with the weight of regret bearing down on me. To see the marks and the lines of age, constant reminders of past mistakes. And the once distant future is steadily gaining and closing in on me. I can't seem to discern between pages and bridges I've burned. Bound by perpetual flaw, bound by loss, bound by pain. Tracing the lines of a shattered reflection left to scar, left to haunt. Facing the fears of an idle projection void of faith, void of love. Just like that familiar stretch of highway where the flare stack burns like a beacon, guiding my way into an unending haze. And in the array of blinding white light smokestacks pour out into the night sky, begging me to accept and to identify as nothing more than a cog in the machine. Surrender myself as it swallows me whole for it reeks of bittersweet finality. I can't seem to discern between comfort and love, self-loathing and worth. I can't seem to explain all the endless hours I waste shielding my eyes from the light, awaiting the darkness to fall. Tracing the lines of a shattered reflection, facing the fears of an idle projection. Gnashing of teeth, longing for sleep, unending cycle of anguish and pain. Passing of days, wallow in shame, condemning myself as my worst enemy.
7.
Held captive by cages and chains, the presence of death looming over me. Crimson pools reflect gruesome scars and open wounds inflicted with no regard for life and the darkness in the hearts of men who proudly brandish blades still warm with blood from execution. Tortured and isolated, trapped within this hell, a prison of atrophy. I'm left to die weak and diseased. I stare into merciless eyes wondering who will deliver the final fatal blow that spills my blood and ends this nightmare. Filled with terror, paralyzed by fear, wrought with panic in knowing there's no escape for me. A captive bolt to seal my fate. Lead to my slaughter, by narrow concrete walls. Shackled and hoisted, bled out and eviscerated to the death and I succumb. I hope you're boiled alive and no one hears your cries. I hope your throat is slit so you can't scream in agony. I hope your family is torn away from you and you're left to live the rest of your days waiting for your life to end. I hope you fucking suffer.
8.
Just above the water's surface the looming fog is menacing. Still as glass the grays wash out all signs of life and consciousness lies asleep somewhere in the sands of time. Walking blindly through this patterned life, a voice without words to speak. Paved pathways leading right back to the start and no concept of a life once lived in hope. Eating crow and swallowing knives, shoveling shit just to stay alive. Feigning interest in anything in lieu of these half-lives we lead. Nothing is holy. Nothing is sacred. Nothing beyond the sky. Nothing awaits us but a hole in the earth. Dirt won't save your soul. I want to bathe in the light instead I'm swallowing knives and walking blindly through this patterned life. And I'm left with a voice without the words to speak. Nothing is sacred. Nothing beyond the sky.
9.
Staring blindly into the void, entrenched in this fucking emptiness. I feel my flame, flickering and fading as the light within myself grows dimmer with each passing breath and the life inside me slowly dies. Complete corrosion, degeneration, disintegration. Expiration of mind, body, and soul. This vessel will be quelled and reclaimed as I dissolve into nihility for all eternity never to remain again. The call of the great beyond, ever present hymns of death and creation timelessly echoing across the infinite expanse, resonating fear, despair, grief, and ruin. But within lamentations I resolve to embrace the inevitable. Though my body shudders at the thought of losing the present, your siren song gives presence to all that I will leave behind. Born from ashes, return to dust I give myself back to the earth. Silent graves for lesser deaths, towering headstones for affluent lives and I'm left to wonder where my corpse will lie. Among exalted martyrs or among the damned and the shamed. Death will be my guide. Ascension to the afterlife or descent into nothingness? Will unknown pleasures or unfathomed pains await us all after surrendering to the dominion of the grave? I accept my fate as my final breath closes in and the world around me continues on. Mortality reigns as I succumb to the inevitability of my demise. I dissolve, I disintegrate, I fade away. Born from ashes, return to dust I give myself back to the earth.

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released November 11, 2014

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