The Harrowing

by King of Tyrus

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Tremors 04:09
Have faith for the moment and reach into your jacket's pocket to withdraw the precious locket with the red velvet-laced necklace Ithaca left you so you'd keep true and not drift off from the palms she's laid for you Brush away the tears you splash on the glass and know you're blades of grass on an atlas There was once a devil on a bone-pile throne... "Stalk the sunlight, you well-walked wolf!" - "Assassino! The world knows no heroes!" And in our way, an orchard of gallows swings above our heads: The Ornamental Witness A justice, this clitless infant found: Reason and it's paper spouse are upside-down ... You showed me the only well worth drinking from is one that makes life short and sweet I stretch my arms, reaching out around me, just to lock myself in time to escape "Death," spoke the Jury. "Nothing like the honey of the prairies in whose arms I sleep." Though I'm in the court, I'm back home, listening to the earth as it speaks: Down in the Valley I saw an omen It spreads it's dragon wings and inside, an ocean Bring the trees and gin, alive! Set 'em in the bar, off-by If today, I condemn, I wanna be Wasted or high Light a stick of incense and then sit with Death for one last chess match Sink, port, bow, we're almost there now with your fingers bent back, sailing them off deck, and the violence comes again, the wind runs through the holes in your hands. So it's "RUN RUN, Salem!" then sandy oils churning... Life is such that there is no return journey ... Listen to the earth speak sweet Karma as Ithaca swallows teeth and then tongue Set sail Set sail Set sail So set sail in the way of the wind! This tragic story never ends.
We are all someone's child, all star dust with no valence-of-virtue. I spend my time here to meditate star-gazing on the water and to celebrate this loneliness. Here, I brought you to think But you don't So lost out on the road You look me in the eyes and you tell me, what I have to do for me to convince you that everything you, up to this point, said, I've heard before when I put your wife to bed Singing the same old story, told over and over In every culture In every order I see a sad excuse to try and save me, so while I'm still listening, tell me Tell me again Tell me how you see Tell me how you see the Devil in the eyes of one another 'Cause when I find God, it'll be in the eyes of a lover And that's as good'a devil for me to conquer With tough love comes blood and guts and I've got just a few more bones to break before I feed you to the river Bleeding hearts bleed out when given time so I'll wait 'til you've all stopped trying to beat this message home Baby wolves that scar the womb, lie still, still-born zombie, you're teeth aren't ready for feeding Lost out on the road... Still you try to drag your body forward when I've already kicked away the ladder that you so desperately crawl towards And I'll be the one to start the laughter when you realize there's no Hereafter This you should remember: Your god's a taker, an asker, a breaker I just can't believe It's not who I am I've found my home and it's deeper than you thought it to be, 'cause our best friends descend from wolves. So come home, just come home Look out o'er the dancing silver; see the other side It's a bad way to go, that road, without a guide I'll take you to the end of your faith; to the dock tonight. "We'll all go sailing one day maybe, now rock-a-bye!" We are all dumb children playing house in a sandbox our parents have pissed in. Shit in it yourself or wake the fuck up.
Softly, sing the daughters of ADAM Orphans with Orchid-rain to dance in Needle marks and needless marching... but it's not fruit they're harvesting. In the Abyss, Hephaestus bellows the air for a Phoenix gorged with plasmids Ye, softly sing the daughters of Rapture ... And by the Grace of God, would you damn them? Lift their eyes to your own, Broken Robin. Wind chimes in the blood-rusted autumn Step inside for a shield, be an island And this fountainhead, we found rotting its gaping maw, a law we found laughing. Iron Raptor, fall fall down down to Rapture Find your home here, deep underwater ... Just another same daydream/similar vulture/true free allure So sing the daughters: "Can't free nature/ so free Rapture/ Worked on paper/ but failed after" ... Brought the fam' for a patent Ended all gutted harvesting addicts The fluids in your veins create a slick-lye-lake so you slip across your innards to find bit-by-bit that the limits of your knowledge are ingrained in in the centers of your brain that I am painting with ... O fate, this Atlantic Of knowledge and self-discovery Breathe in the silence; an ocean breeze,this silence Don't count the leagues, count the lesions Don't take the road, take the mountains Step inside, wounded Robin, now would you kindly bash his head in? ... Sleigh Bells ringing; RING, you found a Rosie Along came a spider with a pocket full of doses First find Fountainhead then fucking fill it's spout with plasmids. Rearrange it's DNA then fuck who'sever closest With blood-covered copper and navy blue trappings, I walk the docks over my infinite self-discovery Every city on Earth should be terrified of Rapture 'cause it's orphan daughters just summoned the fucking Song Bird
Devil took her cunt with a forked tongue, painted it in silver, and then made her young again That damn gypsy show skipped town on an omen, 'cause the Old Man made the little one a woman "Let him in, no synonym in him" To taste those celibates' secrets of spices like cinnamon ...Begin Sam's New Coven His bastard children's wide red eyes burn right through their bellies so swollen -"Life moves on! like a setting sun!" I'll say! life's evolving 'cause the trees are budding and the 'walks are flowering -"Life moves on!" -"Life moves on!" I'll say! life's evolving, but remember no happy endings No Fuck your optimism Distorting life like light through a prism My mind is weak, my crutch is drink I sink in my teeth, 'cause I can't fucking think ... Intestine-curtains cut in at a sit-in The kill instillin' a sin within a villain The tendons in my throat - like rope - fuckin' snappin' and I'm freakin' 'cause I'm closed-fucking-captioned All these voices in my head say, "CUT THIS FUCKING BITCH OPEN" "SPILL THAT FILTH" So many goodies in the body to play with... I see Sophie in his chest cavity with a spleen, playing like she would in the bath back in Thebes. ... Screams light an otherwise silent avenue of aspens in an uneventful, dimly-lit, little slap-stick excuse for respite My fair viewpoint is bedridden and I see no future coming I see no future coming -"Life moves on! like a setting sun!" I'll say! life's evolving, but remember no happy endings
You call this perfection? ‘cause the angels, they’re all callin’ for divine intervention And we’re all thinkin’ of fallin’ to the edge of your creation, that which you have neglected We will make, for ourselves, a world One you’d have dissected We are the movers and the shakers of the future generations We see only that the end result be weighted in our favor And if it isn’t we stomp our feet to rouse a revolution, gnashing our teeth at the throats of our saviors Who strive for balance in the wake of the world’s end: Pathetic poetic prophets of lesser words and weak words make weak bones break I am Abbadon, fucking shake as I speak Oh it’s the world that moves like a river down low, where the waters don’t whisper But roar out like a demon Calling for the heads Of its maker's children Witness an exodus right in front of us Follow the blood in their prints with your eyes to the gates, to the walls, to towers The air is burning It’s all breaking Carry everything home, but nothing’s worth taking Nothing’s worth taking All our possessions, possessed by the fire All our wings singed black in the folly Now hear our voices call loudly Oh it’s the world that moves like a river down low, where the waters don’t whisper But roar out like a demon Calling for the heads Of its maker's children Send. Me. To. Hell ‘cause the high path’s height’s overrated The scene’s dull and the people sedated I wash my hands of this fucking madness But, my passion's bottle-necked in the green where, the seeds of the earth are planted over the ground on which you stand cattle-branded My hands rest at the table of Athens where we discuss the likes of tyrants in the Vatican We wipe our mouths with pages ripped from the Quran There’s children playing music at the burning And we all find its melody soothing Save Death, when she comes a’knocking, finding no king and nothing for the taking Witness Hell as she comes to bury the disemboweled, twitching corpse of a deity I hold no quarter with the lynching of a god I’ll tie the noose and toss your ass from Olympus, breaking your neck just like the promises of old Lick your wounds like Mary’s pussy and see if any of us care and why the fuck would we? The way I see it we’re all paying homage to a voyeur and that’s enough to throw The Word of God into the fire. And your sheep, we’ll throw them all into the fire! I’ll fucking burn before I kneel Send. Me. To. Hell.


released October 31, 2014


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King of Tyrus Saint Paul, Minnesota

Metal for the mind.

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