The Machine Stops

by The Machine Stops

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Into the desolation And saturated malformed remains A raw and burgeoning mephitis Vilifies the searing flames The corruption of biotic sentience Eradicated yet they still inhale Conceived with childish valour They swarm and manage to exhale As I dig the alcoves venerating the machinations Indentured with fear and hate and the flesh wrought in this mis-creation Through the rubble the swirling dust , the chance to slay with unrestrained savagery A copper stench of disgorged blood distended remains twisted with brutality The pall in the ashen skies Where a beacon of mortality glows Day and night merges to one Radiating the hate that’s exposed I lament your revered finesse that has been seduced while your stature is despoiled The posturing and brazen deceit the intake of air and contrived recoil Scarred artistry appeases the loathing you celebrate the sadist pretension Vehement in false piety your odyssey betrays your ascension Your failing paradox allows you to drown in your own conspiracy The bitter shrouds of conjecture a phenomena placed before your own devotees Genetic fruition intent upon a faltered culmination Within this sanctum of retrospect I will impede the extermination
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Lament is my rejected concept To serve my people the lie that I live A floral crown bestowed by my peasants I steal support from the world with will A broken land that I vow will prevail Till the end of the world I swear Accompanied by justice and freedom To bring peace to all my people This nation this motherland With distorted policies on human rights Malignant systems of equality My prejudice and silence depicts untruths I am complicit in their murders I enabled their genocide I will erase their identity I will retain the ethnically pure She is the child of the mother of our nation The promised one who would set us free The selections the torture and butchered children Is the truth of her democracy Without due process you execute us Bodies burnt in houses and left to decay Within plain sight of the persecuted fourth estate Gagged and bound voices begin to fade With tenacity I deny your charge I am vilified by my own conscience Your prejudice when you use that name We are the innocents they displaced themselves The countenance of your eyes the denials you construct The façade of deceit and the allies you betray Your narrative is your created truth You judge from afar and now cut me off? A stature now rejected an instrument discarded The part you play concluded fall upon your own blade
3.
Questions long answered, with a consecrated just Repetition of queries, as the evidence is discussed Our is history now distant, the emotions are detached Buried by our species, while new philosophies will hatch Served by our creation, that now provides our bequest Doctrine and denomination, lay our prying concepts to rest We observe one another, through depictions of light Our instincts of survival, eliminated by sleight Son don’t break me This path is bound to fail Welfare is there for us This plot will not prevail Mother, I have tasted air Not the stagnant imitation that befouls your cell, your lair My freedoms that were curtailed I have found them renewed If my life is of worth I am prepared to be removed My heart shuns your stance I will reject you child Our connection will conclude When you select exile You worship, this damned machine You survive within its bowels at its whim you lie demeaned Your flesh grows pallid and your spirit fades It is existence not life being endured within that shade The Umbilical is sliced I’m removed from her and it I climb towards the light I feel real air touch my skin The transgression finalised The levelling of that faith An enforced reclamation of life The machine it stops it fails Out of the darkness, his voice it returns His message blasphemous, his claim it is absurd The silencing of music, the stillness and the fear In our final moments we are close and we are near
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I can dress myself with no arms With no eyes I can still see I can walk with no legs While you build cluster bombs in a factory They pay you to keep your family They pay you to kill my family They pay to to keep your family They pay you it kills mine You fly an F-16 high in the air She’s with her family down on the ground Your clear blue sky and a view for miles While they exist in a squalor besieged town They pay you to keep your family They pay you to kill my family They pay to to keep your family They pay you it kills mine I guess this time you’re out of luck With that bomb and gthat missle you’re hard as fuck Your targeting systems locked and red Eleven year old girl lying cooked and dead They pay you to keep your family They pay you to kill my family They pay to to keep your family They pay you it kills mine This is not a war It’s a massacre in different clothes It’s a slaughter you justify Why respect the sanctity of life An attempt a genocide Shambolic reasons they’re all lies Stir the money pot profit from death You are scum dragged from the depths This is not a war It’s misery that you have whored It’s persecution pointed and honed Bulging books and accounts condoned Let us pile them high They’re just kids let them die They’re future terrorists We’ll smash with our fucking fists I can dress myself with no arms With no eyes I can still see I can walk with no legs While you build cluster bombs in a factory They pay you to keep your family They pay you to kill my family They pay to to keep your family They pay you it kills mine
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You’re no more than a normal human being, born to the world precisely like Christ You eat, you shit, you fuck like us, but your intimacy comes at a price The eyes have revulsion I’ve seen them myself, they can’t unnerve me I’m lacking in soul Two hours a day beside stories for children, your mouth it moves just like an arsehole Horror, in place of your message Hate, you disguise as care Prosperity, the gospel preaching Perdition, negated by prayer Horror, in place of your message Hate, you disguise as care Prosperity, the gospel preaching Perdition, negated by prayer The seed is planted consecrated deceit grows Your den of thievery carries a cost that you impose Cleanse the temple before they sacrifice the dove A gilded staircase for you alone to climb above Distorting scriptures into brand new fiction, your healing hands touch those chosen for you Anointed by God to profit from his words, on this, your day you cure the queue You piss like us but you’re a level higher despite the collar your suits seem to lack You’ve atoned for your sins and all of the greed you’ve cured yourself to avoid the flack A life of opulence and obvious hair dye, defiant and righteous you lead the way Halting pandemics and protecting with prayer the people of Earth, unless they’re gay The kingdom you built is impervious to audits, here the trumpets of Jericho would fail Your charisma has provided shelter but even that can’t hold back the hail
6.
I stand beside you we have a laugh about life You tell me you can’t understand how a man can beat his wife We banter about football on the Tyne and the Wear We agree how paedophiles should spend their lives in fear You scum You cunt You scum You cunt Sharing stories about how our children how they learned to crawl How we hate that child soldiers are beaten and mauled We debate about nukes and unions with vigour But still you tell me you hate Jews and Muslims and…. You scum You cunt You scum You cunt You scum You cunt You scum You cunt
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The Saviour 03:57
Naivety is prevalent with this surety for future generations we have The answer to our self inflicted lacerations of environmental abuse We dress our wounds with poison that sits we are dormant and are told it’s our Saviour the way out the answer that is clean that the energy it will produce What price we pay In capital or substance Lessons are there for all to see but the bullshit continues to Stream from their mouths with the certainty that your life is safe in their hands Chernobyl, the island across three miles they remain a totem to The folly of radioactive energy you don’t figure in their plans What price we pay In capital or substance What price we pay In capital or substance The question of risk No longer exists The signs they are there They will not be appeased When the failure occurs When we are left without aid Our sacrifice Will mean nothing to them What price we pay In capital or substance
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Resident 03:30
Your hate is mirrored by your enemy Your scant disregard of life reflects theirs With your tools made of human flesh and blood You return the remains to their home coveted with prayers Pawns in your game of chess Cards held against your chest Roll the dice make the deal The game of life spin the wheel With devotion these children offer their lives You ignore your duty of care once they’re released Pawns in your game of chess Cards held against your chest Roll the dice make the deal This game of life spin the wheel
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In conversation with the father of the bomb The man who developed instant genocide Ambiguous probability and scale behind the logic That the cosmos was as silent as some surmised Who gave you the authority to choose? With reckless messages sent afar Who gave you the right to determine our fate? Or to tempt extinction from the stars Our self educated need to destroy ourselves A facet of existence that we could not charm If we are not alone then perhaps we’ve been ignored Due to our constant hunger to bear arms Who gave you the authority to choose? With reckless messages sent afar Who gave you the right to determine our fate? Or to tempt extinction from the stars Who give you the authority to choose? What image of our species is sent afar Why give you the right to determine our fate? Our extinction won’t come from the stars
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BEASTS OF WAR ON THE TABLE NOT THE FLOOR THEY'RE THE GAMING HARDCORE THE BEASTS OF WAR BEASTS OF WAR EATING MEAT NOT QUORN MAKING TABLETOP PORN THE BEASTS OF WAR BEASTS OF WAR WARREN GOES ROAR I'M JOINING ROMAIN'S CORPS THE BEASTS OF WAR BEASTS OF WAR HAVE FANTASTIC DECOR DECORATIONS I ADORE THE BEASTS OF WAR BEASTS OF WAR GAMING GORE GALORE COOKING WILD BOAR THE BEASTS OF WAR BEASTS OF WAR WHEN SLEEPING THEY SNORE WHILE KNOWING THE SCORE THE BEASTS OF WAR BEASTS OF WAR 'ON THE TABLE' NOT THE FLOOR THEY ARE THE GAMING HARDCORE THE BEASTS OF WAR BEASTS OF WAR

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released November 19, 2021

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The Machine Stops Sunderland, UK

Write, perform, record and produce a Thrash Metal inspired album in your kitchen? On your own? With no help?

And produce a podcast to run alongside, it going through the process, and interviewing a few people about it all?

I gave it a shot, and it turned ut like this.
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