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Chemical Ghosts
05:43
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How small we are, the the sons of Orion,
and how cruel are the chemical ghosts
who oblige us to walk this way, looking
at such as collosal, images of death.
I can hear whispers over the heights,
they are litanies cyclicaly oficiated
endlessly for the souls eternity
and they sound like a hum of the sun.
I can barely walk, I’m not so old after all,
But I carry that heavy bagagge that all
the dead are dragging, that just take
up a few memories, inside our minds.
I can hear whispers over the heights,
they are litanies cyclicaly oficiated
endlessly for the souls eternity
and they sound like a hum of the sun.
They will be the only ones who will listen you,
not God.
Yes, pray restlessly, you make me laugh!
Who will hear such a decrepit and mummyfied
bony corpses which maximum
movement is inclination?
I want to own your belongings
and you want to snach my possesions.
I have the only light, you have the pendulum
that will mark the pass of time of my not-being.
How sublime is unexistence
seen from a human dimension.
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Philosopher's Stone
07:22
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Here I am submitted to you
feeling these orgasmic shivers
and my back adhered to a force
inversed to the gravity.
You are the mystic matter that will turn
the vibrations and spasms that i rip
from my guts into golden threads.
You’re the elixir that will petrify our brainwaves
You’re the elixir that will make our poetry immortal.
Here I am submitted to you
with one gaseous and stooped over figure
that will join the volatile particles to the yet
floating bodies in the firmament.
You are the philosopher's stone
that will turn into precious materials
the sounds we transmit after its silences.
You’re the elixir that will petrify our brainwaves
You’re the elixir that will make our poetry immortal
Metamorphose me to the primal
to be the piece that fits in all blanks.
Open my eyes when everything is a lie
when everything’s veil is a thin shield.
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Nuclear Mysticism
05:25
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I have been touched by the hands of a supreme being
with the coldness of a pentameric symmetry iceberg.
I would not believe in god if it would not for science,
and I wonder if I would save the fire
or the air that feeds it.
Its fingers were flexible and were extended towards me
melting and bending the space-time.
I would not believe in god if it would not for science,
and I wonder if I would save the fire
or the air that feeds it.
Its arms also stretched out to me
in a curved way to embrace me.
But I only understand the straight line
and the Euclidean geometry divisions.
The tetrahedron shows the fire
as the octahedron is shown by the earth.
The icosahedron shows the water
as the cube shows the air.
Finally I float towards the fifth element figure,
and I still wonder if I would save the fire
or the air that feeds it.
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Pictures Of The Uncanny
05:40
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Although we are not able to walk
neither to move around by our feet.
Everything is still difficult and uncanny
in such an advanced era.
Our essence has an eternal companion.
The void of loneliness and silence
of the darkness hiding behind the stars.
Humans rally to the call of the impossible things
that make us feel an addictive anxiety,
Of reaching those things that burn
and slip from our hands like a jelly fish.
Although we are not able to walk,
humans rally to the call of the impossible things
Of reaching those things that burn,
In such an advanced era.
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Cosmic Horror
05:57
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Omniverse
05:40
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We are grown within a dodecahedral uterus
of a perfect cosmic endlessness.
And I can’t help but staring at a plant
without seeing the beauty of the golden ratio.
Omniverse
We are grown within a dodecahedral uterus
of a perfect cosmic endlessness,
and I can’t help but staring at the stars
without seeing the ordered viscerality
of the logarithmic spyrals.
Omniverse
As the order that moves our steps
you measure the amount of air we're breathing,
you are perfection.
As the Macrocosm formed by small microcosmic particles
you let us die in that dodecahedral uterus
of a perfect cosmic endlesness.
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You have no idea, You, frozen visage
About what floating in the aether means
Nor breathing from it.
You can only creep, hurt your skin and bleed
through the craggy paths of the sublunar minds.
There were two vertical parallel infinites
which never crossed themselves.
Your soul could barely realize
what made you special.
You fell in an endless delta dream
that made your mind and body wander alone.
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Dystopia
07:02
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Over every corporeus thing
there is a fetid and yellow fog
that covers it all, as far as these
eyes can see.
On this megalitic skyscraper
the others are moving with
their horrified skin as they
stoke the fire as we do.
Nothing is what it used to be
and our hearts don’t beat
the same way anymore.
They are sitting unemotional and silent
but I know they want to throw themselves
into de void
in order not to stay inside
that pointed, geometric and rectangular
invocation.
Is it just water steam or sulphuric acid?
Who will hear our screams of agony
when our throes of death arrive?
Where are the other survivors?
Where is the sun?
Nothing is what it used to be
and our hearts don’t beat
the same way anymore.
Our questions still unanswered,
you still silent and laughing.
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The Holeum Alicante, Spain
Baptised with a name related to an astrophysic theory about dark matter and black holes, The Holeum were born in 2,014 and play a kind of downtempo dark metal -let´s say doom metal?- with melancholic melodies and elements outside metal, like trumpets.
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