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Our Hope Of Evolution
03:09
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“The duty of the individual is to accept no rule, to be the initiator of his own acts, to be responsible. Only if he does so will the society live, and change, and adapt, and survive. We are not subjects of a State founded upon law, but members of a society formed upon revolution. Revolution is our obligation: our hope of evolution.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
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Parasite Host
02:09
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Implied choice of direction and integrity.
Denied voice, succumb to endless hostility.
Veiled threats, with the power imbalance.
The surplus value of my labour devoured.
A toothy grin, a facade of civility.
Infecting, drain your right to life and liberty.
Nepotism, give advantage to your kin.
In union, our last bastion of solidarity.
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Earnest Endeavour
02:30
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The violence. The language of hate.
The pervasive acceptance of bigotry.
Casual perpetuity of discrimination.
Break that bond, tear out the heart of the predator.
I'll fight, I'll lose
And I will fight, and I will lose
My will is as broke as these bones.
Our voice must ring out against yours.
Bleeding lungs, throat rasping badly.
Stop hate and defend our communities.
You preach values that need be dismantled.
Set flame, throw bricks and take action.
I'll fight, I'll lose
And I will fight, and I will lose
My will is as broke as these bones.
Our voice must ring out against yours.
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Voluntary Dysphagia
03:22
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Need to breathe. Need to focus.
Perspective, take a step back.
And review what is mine.
But what is mine?
Time has progressed and I've lost it.
Not confident or comfortable.
Even in my own skin.
Scratch it off, perforate it, inject in your ink.
And I'll do what I will to make this casket my own.
Dress it up, paint it on. Refurbish.
Imporve it, be happy, content.
Exposing emotions, my hidden facets.
Revise my outlook, my self-hate, my tears.
That I'm scared of revealing to you.
Bearing my heart and my soul.
Dress it in gliter, but please do not know.
Now I've breathed. And sought focus.
Perspective, I've got it,
I've reviewed what is mine.
It's this life. It is mine.
Time has progressed and I've found it.
Be confident and comfortable.
Even in my own skin.
Mold my body in my own image.
And I'll do what I will to make this casket my own.
Dress it up, paint it on. Refurbish.
Imporve it, be happy, content.
Expose my emotions, my hidden facets.
Revise my outlook, my self-hate, my tears.
That I'm not scared of opening up to.
Bearing my heart and my soul.
Dress it in glitter, you must have known.
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(Coven of the) Pestilent One UK
Coven of the Pestilent One is the umbrella for queer black metal, dungeon synth, dark ambient, and noise. Digital
distribution and DIY tapes.
Projects include:
- Coven of the Pestilent One
- Vermin Halls
- THMPRSS
- Poxwalker
Fuck NSBM
Proudly queer.
Fuck making sense.
All hail the pestilent thempress.
... more
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