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Omen of Akkad
06:11
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When the last cities were built and founded
the great agricultural tracts produced no grain.
The inundated tracts produced no fish.
The gathered clouds did not rain.
Those who slept on the roof died on the roof.
Those who slept in the house had no burial.
The cornfields did not grow.
Winter's coming brought no snow.
The cost of oil of sole import,
Until one shekel's grain was worth only one-half quart.
Those who slept on the roof died on the roof.
Those who slept in the house had no burial.
Neither syrup
nor wine,
not a drop of blood left
in the sands of time.
People were flailing at themselves in hunger.
The curse of Sargon on empires younger.
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Mother Leopard
03:51
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Don’t be so senseless as
To speak against consensus,
Because you won’t miss the panic:
It’s anthropogenic.
Enough is enough.
You simply do not have the hand to call your mother’s bluff.
She’ll drown you in this flood
When washing your hands of it won’t rid you of the blood.
She’ll do what she must.
You’re sitting on your hands, and you dare to speak of trust.
You’re the true causes of,
So brace yourself for the hand of a disciplined love.
There’s no affording
What’s quietly absorbing.
Your reckoning and record freeze
Issue from the rising degrees.
Enough is enough.
You simply do not have the hand to call your mother’s bluff.
She’ll drown you in this flood
When washing your hands of it won’t rid you of the blood.
She’ll do what she must.
You’re sitting on your hands, and you dare to speak of trust.
You’re the true causes of,
So brace yourself for the hand of a disciplined love.
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Death By Convenience
06:13
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Masochistic masticating, heart racing, vacillating;
each bit pressing dissidence into the cavities.
A mouth is for chewing not for running,
and haven't we learned for all our cunning
to drop the discussion and join the depravity?
"Why concern ourselves with waste
when there's such variety to taste?
Once you've sampled this life so sweet
you'll worship the ground we've swept out from under your feet.
Extract from the workers and their soil
every last unit and useful oil.
Plant the seeds and supplant their needs
and the model runs itself!
With exploitation and mass murder,
the udder will soon drop straight from the burger,
and we will achieve life everlasting on the shelf!
Why concern ourselves with waste
when there's such variety to taste?
Once you've sampled this life so sweet,
you'll worship the ground we've swept out from under your feet."
As I watched the sun set o'er my village,
I thought not of its land, nor its people pillaged,
and I go about my life in the meritocracy.
The empire is not empathic
to a sea of self-made diabetics,
so tread lightly digging your graves
lest you trespass private property.
Your immortality: bestowed by the Lonely Saint
in the scriptures and verses penned by his runaway state.
Ignore your morality, sell and bow down to the Lonely Saint.
You are the consuming choir, and you echo the curses on your fate.
"Just choke something down and it will surely do the trick.
Bellyaching is so much more becoming when you're sick."
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Tornado Head Kansas City, Missouri
Joshua And The Ruins is a jazz-folk project from the Midwest. The material spans amorous, political, and introspective
themes, delivered in a mix of different styles since 2008.
Formerly known as "The Everest Ruin" and "Tornado Head", the project is home to a variety of works by composer and singer-songwriter Joshua King. The current lineup features Frank Smith on drums and Evan Barwick on bass.
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