omicate heckage by ANAZANAUT
A CURSE FOR THE LAST GENERATION
Rulers boil up from cauldrons of fetid obsessions spurned on by dangling carrots. The ignorance of fools is the only reward for your perversity. Watch now as all that the generations have worked for is stripped and torn by the greed driven claws of half human animals grasping for their last straws. This is the reward for your refusal to see. Our home, now despoiled, cries out for mercy only to have boots march across its face, leaving the scars that shall never fade. Beauty is no longer fashionable and neither is intellect as the idiot gods run riot through every culture, upending each altar as the sacrifices tumble down into the blood soaked pits. Pray not for your salvation for GOD has resigned his throne and “gone fishing” for new souls in some other dimension less forsaken than our own. Oh, weak of spirit and frail of fortitude, this is your curse, served up fresh and steaming for your bloated pleasures as you wallow in the entrails of your disemboweled dreams.
Tracklist
| 1. | omicate heckage | 44:00 |
Credits
Produced December 6 to 16, 2016.
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Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.