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The essence of history is just a void
and our thoughts are a funeral shroud
We bow and spit in reverence
upon the shards and dust and flesh of memory
Tragedy dressed in rouge and paint
Rewritten in blasphemy and parody

Yet the corpses consume
Without regard,
without reason,
or justice
And there's nothing left
for even the parasites to feed on

There are displays of despair in everyday
It's getting harder to find white
in a landscape of grey and filth,
gutters and decay
Childhood and naivety is an ancient memory
One unimaginable to process
And even if we could synthesise
wonder,
joy,
it would always be a dream
We eventually have to wake up
smell the roses that have withered, rotten and blackened
over centuries of neglect

There was a time when it almost made sense
The cogs and chains linked
and people would whisper
of love on their deathbeds
There was inclusivity
or so they believed
The air was alive in creation
And all could breathe
without the despair of our lungs
shrivelling and blackening

It's as if their lives weren't the trail of smoke
from the discarded end
of a cigarette
that rests in a gutter beneath our feet

Because now no-one cares
what we say on our deathbeds
because that would imply
that someone would be there.

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from Pillars of the Faith, released January 29, 2021

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Escarion Melbourne, Australia

Crushing Death Metal with Melodic, Progressive, Atmospheric and a touch or Black Metal for grimness. We come from Melbourne, Australia - soon to be everywhere around the world.

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