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Salvage Gnosis

by Incendiary Visage

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Remnants of life cascading in putrefied glory Machine made of boneshards knotted together with twine Horrific industry, monstrous confession of the kneelers Swaying beneath curtains of flesh Odious miasma of prayer, vile animus Pneumatic stench, chittering maw A thousand limbs to ply a thousand million graves Reanimation of a dead world Biomechanization unleashed upon the looms Corporate necrophilia and coffin sodomy Grotesque phallus, a cathedral spire Traumatic insemination of necrotic womb Uturum mundi mortuus est Ex industria revocatus Uterum mundi foedum est Ex christo revocatus Vile the new flesh Sculpted wax beneath the twisted hands of a new god Remaking of the world Machine religion, worship aggregated corpse The devouring tendrils spread and consume Harbinger of carceral flesh Unmaking the past to its ossified foundations Spiritus cancerati omnem animam cepit
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Cerberus, bring forth the sinews of the light Typhon, hold fast your lawless appetite Knowledge, cast out the gnawing parasites A feast for those who died, a rite for those alive Captivating cascade of catastrophic cause Document the nightmare, into the walls she scrawls "I was but a nightingale, a vesper held in thrall The cities all will fall, in trance I've seen it all" Venom of worship, fires of God Limbs will be broken, faces will be awed Children will starve, industry will rust Sing the praise of praises as your worship turns to dust Contemplate terror Contemplate death They mean to put out the light of Satan with their mouths, but Satan is God's perfect light, though the devout detest it. Open the mouth Open the eyes Sever the lamb Worship the light
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A weltering abscess in the heart of faith Breeds red-capped maggots To feast on the necrotic flesh Of the phantasmal world Gibbering mouths To slurp the fecal effluvia Severed tongues on puppet strings Dancing in ludicrous display Severed hands aloft on spears Rotten fingers grasping at air Severed heads, no eyes to see The waste and devastation they have wrought A weltering abscess in the heart of faith The living made to serve the dead A commandant of vile rape Azure flag of cowardice and failure
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Plaster and concrete Eroded majesty of God Reminder of our mortality Where grandeur stood now stands our frailty Pillars and arches Once-glorious abode of the divine Now a shell of its former self A haunting reminder of past splendour Deus sanctus cinerum Deus sanctus decoris Deus sanctus ruinarum Deus sanctus decoris Ashes of faith Sanctuaries now waste Necromantic theophany Descent into the grave of God Nullity the rheum of holy decay Liquifaction of the host Monumental putrefaction Din of flies, a symphony for the new earth
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Limbs cracked in rapture Children of the blight Whirling ever faster Dance into the light Faces of the eyeless Faith has made them blind Feasting on the ripe flesh Breaking through the ice Heretic, cast among the flock Wearing thin, voices of the mob Smoking screams, bull is cast of bronze Groaning beast, desiccate the crop Bane of fate, cutting down the trees Craving pain, bring them to their knees Halting voice, cracking of the whip Scorching noise, fool of Nazareth Meat on the slab, cover the eyes Sever the hands, guttural whine Cut from the flesh, the body of Christ Blood of the lamb, blood on the scythe The remnant purity is a nauseating glare. Set then the children of Satan to its extinguishing, drawing the mists of night into a burning world, celebrating an eternity of dusk.
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Blade like the crescent of the moon Blade, blood and rust, falling weight Blade, severs light into shards Pierce the eyes, vitriol of red Sever spine, disconnect the head Sever life, victims of the blight Sever hope, worship of the blade Germinating arborescent mind Draw the fires from the well Stoke the furnace, feeding skulls Raising the banner of death Callous and empty within Shivering pigs in the frost Feeding on tripe at the trough Flesh of the world is covered in shit Virus of mind and of thought Eats its way into the spine Taking its hold, taking control The heart is dead, the mind is empty The blood is thick, the mind is empty The flag is high, the mind is empty The guns are hot, the mind is empty The fire of God, the world is empty A flaming cross, the soul is empty The cities burn, the eyes are empty Consumed in flame, the mind is empty
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I extrude the vile flux of the new flesh I vomit out the voices of severed heads I scarify the cancerous machine growths I plane the moss of a hollow era I excavate the petrified enclaves of thought I bore into the cavities of ossified time I revenge against a monstrous mechanization I compel my bones to pierce the world I rack the cities over the embers of their sallow faith Bleached grass grows in the hollows and cracks in the pavement Driftwood shrines mark the graves of forests Shards of cement wind-blown scathe and excoriate Abrading the remnants into primordial sand
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Pyramid of rust Mass disaggregation Seek the mother Interface with final death Sideload the eschaton Deconstruct the end The semblance falls away All is revealed Dissembly into starving noise Silence of billions dead All that remains Pyramids of rust All the horror salvaged from the voice of ruin All the ages coalesce upon our tomb
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A mouth open towards the light A fire blazing at a distance Scalpel in hand to cut through flesh Manipulation of life Deific reshaping of mortal form Shining light of knowledge Umbral transformation A new shape to better fit our chains Traumatic colonization of the body By copper thread Baleful transformation Pragmatic synthesis into machine golem Convalescent epistemology They are fully known In each and every thought and feeling And the entirety of their being Known and made to suffer Known and made to serve Known and made to starve Known and made to sin Wires beneath the skin The scalpel reveals them in its work Bright plastic colors and wet red blood Mutated into forced adaptation The machine transforms us in its work Servant minds produce and cultivate their own desires Offering them up as firstborn Eyes beneath the skin An inward panopticon Its tower the ajna

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A filth-encrusted weapon against the modern world. A memory cast back from a hostile future. A spell for the death of fascists. This is Salvage Gnosis.

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released January 13, 2023

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