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Wreck
02:14
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Supplies dwindle and exits lit
as emergency power fails in the tallest structures.
Symbols blocking signals of
monied ley lines so secure.
Arrangement of class.
Alarms on every frame.
Glass on every street.
Glints are not unseen.
Emergent power in the tallest structures
are the symbols blocking signals.
Monied ley lines buried deep and obscured.
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Solvents
03:06
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Walking back on failed solutions with leaden crawling to our primal slips of repeated patterns dimmed.
Dark age science is somehow here again.
False identity leads false security to feel secure within.
This ship it takes on water that we’ve boiled in.
Sail the beaten veins, we ride it’s skin.
This ship it takes on water that we’ve boiled with.
Suck the bleeding veins, we are it’s skin.
This ship it takes on water that we’ve bathed in.
Sail the bleeding veins of the brackish skin.
Upend the tables to spite the faith and recoil from handouts in support of a myth.
The stories in the mastheads form the sharpest lines.
Worn out of their relief and dissolved in time
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Opinion Piece
01:41
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Something like finding yourself in a dark space
where irony doesn’t matter any more.
Where every shout is an echo of a headline.
A Neo-lib spews the unwanted hot breath
on the back of your neck, telling you
it will all
it will all be ok.
As long as you squint your eyes to adjust to the too near focal length of it.
Flailing like catholic elites,
not worth your attention
Putting your blinders back on,
not worth your attention
Vaseline corrective lens,
not worth your...
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4. |
Zero Winter
02:30
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Coastlines shrinking dangerously close
To second wave vacation homes
They’ll move inland, while those who can’t
Become corpses weighted down
Below the surface. Drowning the drowned.
Chasing runaway heating bills
As machines are making snow
In a desert of displaced homes
Eating bloated desiccants
Praise for products environmentally sound
How does that help one get out
With 5 for gas and an engine
On its last legs on dangerous roads
How does that help a corpse on stilts
How does that help one get out
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Hard Work
01:52
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We’ll cover ourselves in filth
as if just to say
I’ve put in the effort
I’ve surely endured pain
Opportunities all pass by
quickly turned to ash
If my salary falls short
I’ll just claim what’s mine
Such hard work and it don’t pay
Such effort and no return
What must I do
for my well fed pity
A sitting status,
walls to mobility
Or is it a floor and safety
In a meritocracy where
the pain of hunger is your own flaw
your own failure
I’ve got mine in a haze of
short sighted imaginings of burden
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Set
01:39
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Set this down, set them up
Put this away. put it out of sight
Stash it away, give it no thought
Bury it deep. All quarter
No progress in what's forgotten
Self imposed misery overrides a conscience
Made to stare or made to dig
Just turn your back
Fragility defends itself
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Infallible
01:24
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An infallible system driven down
Never a doubt in supreme faith
The divine arrive descending as
cherubs in blue, like suffocation
Never a misstep in making us safer now
face down non-believers are filtered out
Preemptive preventative trigger pulls
The machine learns the ritual’s moves
Here for “us” and Helping “them” out too
Absolute and beyond reproach
That they transcend the moral with a blinding light
Certainty that we are all much safer here
In supreme faith with our hands outstretched
In supreme faith with our hands outstretched
In supreme faith in humble supplication
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Weak Grasp
01:55
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This is the last gasp of our fading kind
Gathering like the disease of heart that we’re dying from
Limbs that scratch and claw with a fury
Born of a loosening grip
Of empty lungs
Of borrowed breath
Pushing out mewling yelps
No one wants to hear the sound of your veiled retreat
Pretending to be a show of power
That weak hands are failing to grasp
No matter how many corpses
Are piled beneath our feet
We’ve got no substance to hear
Or with which to speak
Last Gasp
Weak grasp
No one wants to hear the sound of your veiled retreat
With a penchant for self destruction
Embracing summoned self hate
Bristling when we see
That they won’t do the same
All you’re left with is empty bitter hands
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Breed
01:47
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A fear of being bred out
A sanctity or a preference
Bursting out from your chest
Or inhaled like a virus
Diluting your blood
Passed on to the children
The quarantines aren’t working
A need to double down
To reinforce walls
Find a new protocol
Stricter than before
Before it’s too late
The old language is unclear
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Line
01:52
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One walks in as one walks out
One walks into scrutiny
As one finds fault.
One stands in line
A gathering.
A sorting down.
Down
A couple of lines in books to be talked of
Precious moments to be a reminder
A spotlight and a plea to not die
Pupils smaller and forcing a smile
Defined by the purest examples
Of those standing patiently in line
Will you tell me your plight if I’m polite
Even if moments from now I’ll claim it as mine
A greater dictation
A lesser reaction
Seeking agreement in like company
Finding more silence in complicity
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Grey C.E.L.L. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
CELL: Janis | Derik | Jim | Kane
Ex & current members of: Citizens Arrest, Monster X, Hell No, NEMA, The Scarlet Letter, HTML, 97a, Stations, Stockpile, FRIGHT
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