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Lips sneer in the most honest of ways,
sharpened teeth gnashing with dissent.
My hands contort, becoming talons
buried in the pockets of this coat of patience.

If ever it were in me to forgive,
I have forgotten.
I am cancer in the lungs of every corrupt breath
you draw.
I am the black wings that obscure the moon,
casting dread for all I detest.

A shepherd in enemy’s land, I am unafraid.
I prey on wolves.

With crescent edged intent,
I will seek them out in their temples
and in their beds and in their homes
and in their shrines.
In anticipation, I have dug our graves.
Fang shaped justice, be my virtue.

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from The Blackest Volume (Like All the Earth Was Buried), released February 17, 2017

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Midwestern grinding death painting an atmosphere of horror and visciousness across the necks of listeners.

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