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Preordained
04:27
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Visions dance atop towers of bright ivory,
Feeding the petulant disease of equity.
Embracing inheritance despite the negligence,
gorging on the opulence that we’ve festered.
Yet the counseled flame fades underneath us,
The lumination that guides us despite our ways.
Hallucinations flicker, dimming golden.
Fueling the tinge of confusion as I face the truth.
No solace found in my mind.
What is this blight that holds me back from my intentions?
This apathy exudes the center of demise.
I peer into the flame and recognize my wavering mind.
Is this fate, preordained beyond contention?
Will I stay mired, searching in this apprehension?
I bask in cowardice as the seasons change
I clung to fear, hoping things would stay the same
Once again, I’m ashamed of every step taken
I drown in the torrent of recognition.
Can I disengage from this weak preemptive state?
I seem to watch and wait, the kindled flame dissipates.
Visions dance atop towers of bright ivory,
Feeding the petulant disease of equity.
Impurity in its most fragile meaning,
cradled in the opulence that has festered.
Perceive decay and rust in ivory
As all things fade, thoughts remain
What does this speak of me as I drift between?
Constantly questioning my own inaction
Will I remain stagnant?
I am forging dread by my weak mindset,
Breathing in the decay as I’m fractured by my intentions.
Can I disengage from this weak preemptive state?
Soaking in the opulence I've festered.
I seem to watch and wait, the kindled flame dissipates
Is this fate just preordained beyond contention?
Is this all just beyond contention?
I’m stagnant, trapped in reigning silence
I waste away as everything withers and fades into dimming embers.
Is this all just beyond contention?
Dread wraps around a shifted center
I waste away as everything withers and fades into dimming embers.
Dreams Into faded embers, is this preordained x2
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2. |
DreadForger
03:51
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Clairvoyance denied at the point of fruition,
The height of the ethereal eluded my grip.
I wear the crown, built through my own arrogance.
Enclosed in this paradigm betwixt the devised and the truth I strive to find.
A glimpse of light denied, wandering amidst the foundations of ancient malign
Is there more beyond this structure?
Entombed inside, the negligence gorges upon my stale mind.
The walls crumble down, I meet delusion.
Time splinters away
Intent drains out through the cracks of my fractured consciousness.
Why do I seem to seek this apprehension?
It’s been foreseen, the seeker finds no peace.
Mistakes manifest, seething
I rise to greet my misery.
Clairvoyance denied at the point of fruition,
The height of the ethereal eluded my grip.
I wear the crown, built through my own arrogance.
Enclosed in this paradigm, lost in the remnants of who I hope to find within.
I feel empty as the crown descends
Carry the mark I’ve created with a shattered grin.
My prowess has shed its skin,
Raw confidence marred by the rot of neglect that lays within.
Seconds of realization,
When centuries have passed.
In the dilapidated vastness, the first flame’s radiance still outlasts.
I crawl in the depths of blight.
The affliction contorts my mind.
Reach out towards the faint flicker of primordial light.
Is it arrogance to decide that one is worth more than pittance?
Is it feebleness or neglect that wouldn't allow me to admit it?
The void stares back, I recognize the repetition.
The quiet whispers speak the truth on all my indecisions.
Sequences persist as I lay in the dust of reverence.
Trapped inside, the cycle repeats.
Bearing my crown of self defeat.
Lost in the spiral as my consciousness collapses.
Condemned,
My consciousness withers away.
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3. |
King Of Cinder
04:35
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The world is nothing but embers
I can’t hope to be more than foul ash
I’ve waited and bided time
-Manifested filth that fills my insides
Am I the weakness that flickers?
All I’ve become is filth that hinders
Is this fate preordained without release?
All I can hope is to be erased
To be erased
this disintegration resides within existence.
No hope to begin as all things must end.
All things must end.
In ancient remnants of flame I sit ruined.
Sifting through ashes while dimming embers sear my bloodstained hands.
-A cinder piece that finds no spark for release
Cycles of existing in between, choking on the decay.
Biding time as all things fade.
Mired in the vistas of virulence, this blight demands suffering inside this body,
Ashen ivory fueling my deterioration.
Detached from my mindset, centuries failed.
How can I persist?
Rooted in all of this failure, can I even claim to exist?
The roots ensnare my feeble mind, do I even deserve to survive?
-Or will I writhe?
Will this passive state claim my mind?
Dread latches onto my visage
Can I become detached from this mindset?
Will breaking free find something real?
This void existence shifting,
The embers slowly whispering
Mocking the memories with nothing to show
Rooted in all of this failure, can I even claim to exist?
The roots ensnare my feeble mind, do I even deserve to survive?
No solace found in the pieces of this existence
Tired of endless torments in this twisted spiral sequence
I forged dread and let this filth reside inside
Now I reach into fix what’s become awry
I am the only flame to arise,
The one to ignite the filth that hinders.
If this is fate then I’ll alight, I will become the king of cinder
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4. |
The Voyage
04:56
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What do I see in this reality?
Is this existence or just a memory?
Tangled threads of my own mind
-false remnants that became bind
Is this existence or just a memory?
What do I perceive in reality?
I re-trace the withered remnants of malign
No hint of the first flame to ease my mind
This spiraled structure, held strong by misguided eyes
Embodies the apprehensive nature that plagued my sight.
I’ve tread the path of failure
And I’ve climbed to such great heights.
This crown of cinder marks my thoughts as my volition
I won’t be tangled by these dreadful thoughts of blight.
Whatever weathers my conscious
Won’t be muddled by my misuse
Failure isn’t lacking value
Blatant victory made untrue
I’ll tread the path and claim my life.
Lost in the realm of reflection
I view the figments of what could be.
Pristine fibers soaked in brine
They slip through my fingers as I claim them mine
Why do I cling to the grime of faded embers?
Even now, I wish to stay.
There’s a warmth in staying lost in the past.
Harboring a hope for decayed ash.
These false and callous figments aren’t a part of reality,
Can I become unbind?
Yet with what I’ve done, what will I become?
Is this existence or just another memory?
Tangled threads of my own mind
False remnants that become unbind .
Departing this state of mind
If this is my existence, I’ll find meaning
False remnants unbind
Whether westward bound or windfall to hell
Departing this state of mine
Untying the threads that hold me back
False remnants unbind
I’ll accept the voyage in becoming x2
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