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Dionea Muscipula
01:24
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The Limits of Purity
02:45
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Into the reign of the Blue Sun
I see the dawn and grief of a new past.
The mountain is upon us
Devouring only the ground,
Choosing the rotten ones.
<<I know, I'm part of them.>>
Dionea
Muscipula.
Venus
Flytrap.
Let's fall into her deep mouth,
I won't fight against her jaws.
Let's take a deep breath,
This will mean my death.
No. I can’t fall.
No. I won't go.
The limits
Of purity.
The images
Of a sempiternal
Obscurity.
Dionea
Muscipula.
Venus
Flytrap.
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Uphill
The shadows
Are starting to drill
As if they were arrows.
A thousand flies have spread the pollen
Of the Blind Willow, that infects the fallen.
A man is trying to rescue – A young girl.
But he is so terrified – <<Is she still alive?>>
Flies are inside her ears – On a curl.
All the pollen deposited – To procreate.
A tragedy known, carved on her bones.
The flies could be
Eating her entrails.
He must gain speed
To save her intestines
So close to the place
Where she lies,
He gathers courage
For her to flourish.
Blind Willow//Sleeping Woman.
Our hero//Is just a human.
He is
In front of her.
He is
Watching her face.
But
She is
Dead, eaten and partially devoured.
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Sabbath for the Zionist
02:31
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Goyim, gentiles, non-jews, God slaves.
Good for us,
Good for the jews.
The Shabbos goy
Is our employee.
America is our silo
Against the scum.
Our bombs
Are the will of God
Against the Arabs,
Against the world.
Gaza is our
Playground.
A long-range missile
For Palestine,
To erase the occupants.
The Land of Israel
Is fulfilled with death,
A stain on the Earth.
Our greed is
What we please
Our pleasure is
What we need.
The world will be on its knees.
Sabbath for the Zionist.
War and famine for the Goy.
Our rooms filled with joy.
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Free of Avidya
02:26
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Born.
Humanity is an anchor
That sinks under its own weight.
Bitter – Their nauseating rancor,
That is just the catalyst, another bait.
Why can't anyone be sincere with themselves?
They are just containers of fear and despair.
Another “slut” blossoming.
Another act of faith.
Another idol promising
A place in her own space.
Searching for answers
Or just a common place?
Maybe this house of raptures,
A cathedral in a database.
Above the kennel.
Pulling the strings – Of bird creation.
Poem tangential
Evoking endless sophistication.
Frivolous – Nympholept.
Why can't anyone be sincere with themselves?
They are just containers of fear and despair.
Free of Avidyia.
Free of Ignorance.
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Lunatic Lovers
02:38
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When the cicada sings
You will die under the cumulus cloud.
When the cicada sings
You will die.
When you die
Your aborted fetus'll celebrate a funeral.
When you die
I want you to bring to me
Flowers from the beyond.
In your pocket, hide those bones
That you don't want anybody to touch.
Storm of moans,
It shouts.
Storm of moans,
It cries.
And a summer day,
Dressed in a suit of flowers.
Suddenly – Dies.
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Flashback – A typhoon just beat us.
K and I, we are in the eye.
The waves retreating,
I am fleeing.
K was swallowed by the ocean – While I watched it in stop-motion.
He's riding a wave,
Grinning at my own face.
Listen to the seventh man's tale – While his face is turning pale.
Approaching the sea,
Where dwells K.
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Heroes of Withdrawal
03:32
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The one who is able to forget
The principles that govern him
Will have the honor of being
The hero of (the) withdrawal.
In search of a difficult
Cohabitation
The hero of (the) withdrawal
He will never be remembered with pride.
All of us are being
Just spectators.
Passively observing
Everything.
We are becoming the generation
Remembered as
The Heroes
Of Withdrawal.
With no valor to act
The Heroes of Withdrawal.
Sellers of our future
Remembered never with pride.
Leaving everything we can be
In the hands of others
Incapable of dealing with it
Only able to sell it.
(Our) future sold
To a power that is based on
Feeding on our conformism
And our lack of awareness.
Heroes of Withdrawal
With no value to act.
The Heroes of Withdrawal
That is what we are.
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<<I bought a new t-shirt today with the thought of giving it to you.
But you look so pure and perfect so I flushed it down the loo.>>
You look so empty and comatose
That I can see through you
You look so pretty in your glass skin
Depending of the angle of view.
Expiring, saying “goodbye”.
Evaporating in the cyber eye.
Stand by. Please, stand by.
They placed orchids on her bed
While her sunflowers were extinguished.
Petals of roses bloomed on her cheeks
Turning them red, over the pale.
A peony obstructs her neck
While tulips sprout from her heart.
Amaryllis hiding in her head,
Berries and fruits, time to restart.
I heard the moaning, I heard her dying in pain.
I heard the last groan and everything was in vain.
She finds no answers in the land of the dead.
“He's going to save me”, was all she said.
There never was a permissive God.
Copper hands that cannot take the sod.
And break the spot where all is being held.
And break the instant when it all went out of control.
When was (there) time to find the broken days?
Expiring, saying “goodbye".
Stand by. Please, stand by.
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The Flowers on Our Backs
02:07
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What do we hold on our backs?
What do we heave onto our shoulders?
The flowers of redemption.
The flowers of isolation.
The flowers of a reckless action
Trying to provide a necessary negotiation.
We tried to understand
Why we have this on us.
Is the weight of the Sun
Burning our necks?
The flowers on our backs.
Are heavier than all the stars.
The meaninglessness of trust
Is carrying all this rust
And is burning our necks.
The flowers on our backs.
So what do we hold on our backs?
And why?
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Deserts (are) fading
Always facing the Deep Temple.
Oceans (are) shining
Firewater tastes like plastic and metal.
Tundras (fade-in) leading
Feeding for their own raving.
Gardens dehydrating
Paling faces are aching.
Fix up my rib cage and spit on my lungs.
<<Use a pair of tongues.>>
Read another page and say it out loud.
Say <<Je en sais pas.>>
Skip your job with rage when it's allowed.
Say <<Trou du cul.>>
Strip onstage and fly away if you're proud.
<<Vas te faire foutre.>>
Browbeat – Dead rats inside.
Offbeat – The knot that ties us
It's bowing – Before our eyes.
Let us fly away – High to the skies.
A pair of empty faces – Like empty traces.
Nothing will be the same – Nothing will repair this pain again.
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The confirmation of the absurd
Just stupidity personified
And then raised
To its maximum expression.
Reasoning like a politician
Adding misery to misery
Trying to influence
His public.
Until finally
Even infinity
Looks perceivable.
Grotesque show
Catching interest
With random
Discordant
Actions.
Hyperbolic
Unwillingness
Diverting towards
Deeper ignorance.
The art of rhetoric
Empty and vain.
Like the criticism
Of the new biases.
The originality of scholars
Residing in the repetition
Of the last quotation
As a single source of full knowledge.
The absurdity of millions
Of artificial moons
In the place where
Rain stinks of humanity.
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Ernia Logroño, Spain
Ernia is a five-piece death/grind band formed in Logroño, Spain by a group of weirdo friends with a shared love for fast music and dumb jokes.
We play death-metal infused grindcore for socially ill-adjusted people like us.
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