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Another lost soul
Sentenced to the eighth
The newest of the skeletons
Realize their fate

Minutes by ticket
Four years alone
Yet not all make it
Not

They see us coming from the ground up
Gold seeds that never found love
Let me die on the inside
Found God then I sprout up
Thank Yah for the growth

The downfall of tyranny
We're on our way
We'll meet you there

Emancipated soul
Buried by greed, yet you sprout the seeds
Bring forth our golden age

From

arborvitae 
covered in zines
Steel amaranths sprout around me

Don’t blame me 
if I seem skeptical 
of your dismissal
I am a born skeptic 
as you are a trained

sleep all sound

Cause day by day it ain’t the same
I’m not the same

It fades away
My visions stained
I can’t be blamed

The pain you hold
You’ll sprout

Just as Isaiah
The prophet has foretold
A sprout from Jesse's root
Into a tree shall grow
This sprout shall bloom
Into a mighty tree of life
Its

god
Is rotten and raped by crows
an idol nailed to death
Impale him with his own cross

Infected flies, flying now
Spreading the pest of lies
They

Ripens, conscience, plant sprouts
True heroes will be remembered by men

Damned, God will not ascend to Heaven
Dirty money will suffocate falsely
Who what

The sprouts that fend its foundation
The growing vines, the growing vines
Have set the end of her elation
Captive
She is captive by the blue roses
That bloom

rider!
Rat tails just sprout from your scalp.
Those chariots, they're closing in, made your wife from diesel fumes.
Those chariots with megaphones threw

Lots of tadpoles are born you see

They swim around happily
Until 5 more weeks pass by
Tiny little legs sprout out
One on each side

Frogs. Frogs. Frogs

With self-doubt I can't sprout, I need others
Yeah, I could use that to leap forward
'Cuz everything I wanna try just leaves me cornered
I see the moon

the grief and the pain
and tell him for once and for all go away

go back to the hatred infested delirious
imagination the figment you are of
sprout of a boy

an objectivist
Believes in nothing but the truth
But the truth means nothing to the youth
And the youth are consumed by the monsters' mother
Echidna, the ultimate

the scuppers with the deck pump on him 
Early in the morning

Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin' 
Early in

a broken-hearted failure
I'm trying to shed some light on the scars left by the razors

Well I quell my fears with a shiver
Yet I am, I believe, incapable

exhibition of style and bloody rhymes
You can't stop the dance in the face of time
Are the lines you paint red just by chance
When you smile through the camera

And a very tiny seed is all I'm giving to thee
Let it sprout in the light of the moon

So, we danced by the light of the moon that night
And the sun came

Power to lift us higher, or collapse into dust 
Myriad split of beings, yet sharing the same tongue  
Our new earth will be run by slaves of this

a little bit
Being reused 

I don't know
What I don't know
But I know
That we grow 
Little by little
Little by little

Had I thought not to sprout
Ugly, lost

At the Left Hand Ov God

Behemoth

Messe Noire: Live

2018

O, Serpent and Lion!
I invoke Thee!
Inside the shrine called life
By the seven wonders
By myriad mortals
That have gone
And are to come

Along the rivers of blood
By friable banks
Surrounded by strangers
We walk

At the foot of the high
Mountains of greed
Fettered by laws
We toil

We

sad, vacation now
Get lost in my haven by the coast
Paddled lake and found distraught hint of face in water's glow
I grabbed my blade and gouged the top

There is a distance
between us
I still smell your perfume
but it's gone in an instance
yet I feel
your presence all over this room
I get swallowed
by