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Tithing tendrils
Muttering shouts sung pitchedly, leading to even plagality
But cadence can start or end a statement
it only takes a flip of flowing contrapuntal flowers to see everything is alright
and though my final cadence commenced and ended with mine ringing of...
Unison...
Well at least the world and voices around me coalesced into that plagal point
But as i wander off
Wondering again as i as soon forget things equally quickly remembered
That wind touches my cheeks
but not the breeze of a pedaling pipe in there
Organelles in multiplicity conjuring mythic mysteriums and a lovely haunting tone
I remember now that I am in my cathedral again
And to that...
Plagality, even to leading, pitchedly sung shouts/
///(and)///
Tithing tendrils
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I wanted to stop there
but a skull of a hill
and its hell beneath reminded me
I probably actually wanted to stop before I even began
But so too I feel we all wanted to
No matter as i glance towards a string of rocks
Golgothic reminders sit most subtly on high days such as here
But there was bloody water, or at least water instead of blood
but luckily for me
My today began with a shot of spirits

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from Cracking Skulls on Golgotha, released April 17, 2017

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