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The Caravan
08:23
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An eternal passage...
But isn't eternity an assumption?
Isn’t it a denial of everything limited?
Can one phenomenon follow another in eternity?
This emptiness seems endless...
But isn't infinity a hoax?
Isn’t it the negation of all that is finite?
Can one body be beside another in absoluteness?
I'm still waiting.
I see a bizarre sphere
My nature is drawn to it
My muscles are saturated with the light
of its suns
Me and the Caravan ripped open the sandy fold of the wild globe
Me and the Caravan ripped open the sandy fold of the wild globe
Me and the Caravan ripped open the sandy fold of the wild globe
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Frozen Absolute
07:47
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All things remain still
in a frozen form.
Without the emptiness there is no displacement.
After all,
any thing is an obstacle,
the difficulty
to variation.
In this society,
all the voids are filled with meaning.
So dense is the ether
of a wild world.
It's strange to see
something so dense
In the rarefied substance of the cosmos fabric
whose threads are so far apart
that the years will pass
in search of their intersection.
The Frozen Absolute!
The Frozen Absolute!
The Frozen Absolute!
Matter is the creation of a ratio
of the meaning to the part of the space
which in its turn
gives birth to new meanings.
In this society, the meaning is deep,
it is hidden
by a host of ideas
about unity
and total
consciousness
in the Frozen Absolute!
The Frozen Absolute!
The Frozen Absolute!
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3. |
Ice of Distrust
08:13
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The ice of distrust
is broken
The ice of distrust
is broken
in the midst of aims
to excessive control
How can we still believe in perfection
if your fear in ambush
is hunting for everyone else's fear?
It’s an endless stalking.
The need for struggle and soil
The need for splendor and dominance
The need for total fright of autonomy.
I saw: the poisoned sun of speech
in all languages poured on the ground
I saw the great creature warmed up by the heat of chains
that praised the mute sky
The ice of distrust
is broken
I am the one
who broke the
ice of distrust
is broken
I am the one
who broke the
ice
Stability with a bit of anxiety creates obedience.
Stability with a bit of treachery creates obedience.
Stability with a bit of anxiety creates obedience.
Stability with a bit of treachery creates obedience.
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4. |
Thirst for Separation
08:13
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Black light pours from the abysses
of the white planes.
Appropriate symbols of totemic power
are spreading through the fabric
of houses.
Sailing through the titles of morning slander.
In the search for meaning, bare speculations are born.
We are so good at controlling that split reality,
rolling it on fingertips.
Your Babylon
is nothing
compared to our thirst for
separation.
Verily,
language is a disease.
It spreads a web of excitement
Of (the) imperious crowd.
Verily,
language is a tyrant.
The apologist of putrid dogmas
through the static hum.
Semantic satiation.
The destruction of classes.
The loss of the implication.
The fall of all logical connections
General chaos.
General chaos.
Your Babylon
is nothing
compared to our thirst for
separation.
Verily,
language is a poison
artificially created
in laboratories.
The toxic mutagen
that is infiltrated
at all possible levels
of meaning.
Language is a weapon. Language is a weapon.
Language is a weapon. And it's in my hands!
Language is a weapon. And it's in my hands!
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War
08:56
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Time binds the planes of the universe
with a golden thread
A great power will open to the one
who will seize the ball of these threads
The bell tolls, calling us to the battle
for the chunk of Motherland in the body of time.
And the Whole seethed,
becoming the suffering
of countless minor parts,
tearing the carcass of Eternity.
The life
that the imprudents will spend on indolence and boredom
is sacrificed
in the name of our state
in the name of our…
Three times
Hundreds of armies collided:
Striplings, Men and Elders.
Hundreds of armies
Three times at once
Faced
In the abyss of timelessness
Powers of eternity will nourish our armada with supremacy.
Their endless lances string the galaxies, make the center of the world spin.
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Emptiness = Light
08:10
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It has awakened.
A magnetic monster
has spawned a new sun
A supermassive black hole
grows and absorbs cities.
The gaze of a rejected god
came back for
retribution
retribution!
Who said that the emptiness equals darkness?
It equals light. It fills everything around.
The white spot burns out retinas,
penetrates into consciousness.
The reveries of our realm are losing their color.
We dared to outshine the God in our love for eternity.
Perfection filled with the breath of sin.
Everyone will be rewarded according to their deserts.
We were so deluded. We were so deluded.
I saw the last starships skyward.
They will spread our excellence throughout the universe.
Our heritage.
Our sentence.
My body implosively absorbs all the matter.
I relish the last transition.
I am the divine radiance of death.
I am the light. I’m the emptiness.
I am the light.
I am the emptiness.
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Reverse Disillusionment
10:33
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The time flows in reverse.
Stars rise from the ashes and make their way
out of dilapidation
to the womb of the antimatter
from decay to prosperity.
«And God saw the darkness, that it was horrid:
and God added it to the light»
Revenge precedes loss.
Death follows the mourning.
Youth scares with the close end.
Does it mean that wisdom will no longer grow from the mistake?
Does the atonement mean that the sin will be born?
The echoing Caravan is disappearing in the distance.
Millions of child soldiers revel in rotten juices
In the last battle of eon, the death was revived,
confirming the conservation of mass.
Nothing has changed.
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