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Plaguescape Dimensions

by Spiritwood

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Plaguescape 05:45
Another event in the meaningless wasteland Buried deep inside the decayed mind Aeons of time buried in the mud and sand Another scream and the abyss to drown Carrions upon the plagued gray Death be wielding its mesmerizing crown Another canvas turns dead and colourless Come oh, the perpetual black bliss Worn out and collapsed be time of the soulless
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Relentlessly spinning void painted on the firmament of the dead Charcoal dreams with the sulphur rain Aesthetically replaced burning gods Time is the heir to the throne of this dead world Last rays of the universe subsequent to life Art of the last subliminal wayfarer Molten lead pouring on a traveler of this ruined stage Transition of the universal spheres have ended
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The black bliss enquired Whilst I yearn for death from this hollow shell Could you pour yourself into my dimension? Chanting voice never answered nor settled All was coming onto a certain conclusion Yet the every trembling of those memories was all in vain Neither did I care or rejoice As entering that new emergent vast surface Is this death all for me I thought Cautious it might only be an illusion of the following days Or the ensemble for the coming of the beast I once summoned
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It's ripping the sky apart Loose from the prismatic colours of living Loose from the friable canvas of the skies Blank nothing amidst the divergent euphoric thoughts Between the torn interrupted dream the dead void What is this witchery? A demon? A memory? An entity? Scattered on a pitch black wrought icon The lives once craving for joy
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Let it flood Upon the land the vast shadow Birth of the moist decay Turning dry lands into the swamps Let the gigantic waves wash everything away Phantom-like memories from the distant past Faint reverberations of the lost pathos Threads unwound in the peripheral mist of the subdued weak alternatives Stones buried with moss Like the words themselves had been sunken in the soil Only the oaks are weeping The reminiscence of the ancient splendour Let it all wash away
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Invocations in this abyssic night of my macrocosm Faceless shades of the uninvited, yearning for approval Filling this dreamlike empty shell into their pantheon Building their non-contrasting pylons within this reign of emptiness Liquid Baphomet illusions cast on the metaphoric spheres Nevertheless absorbing everything from within those weakening memories Those were previous worlds I once dwelled and wandered and wandered and wandered Stringing along they followed as always The spaces and times of my nonexistent journey Together we were the beginning and we were the end There is no now or then Only eternity

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released January 5, 2023

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