Now, with grievances aside
Supreme dramaturgist
It is time to reconcile
Seers and cosmologists
Tear my shell apart
Take me back to the start
Sentience
Extends its pull
Sapience
The pits are full
Pay homage to the cruel silence
A gift of acceptance
Paint the tiles of the universe
With your finest science
Leave my molecules scattered
Throughout the centuries
And, my memories fractured
Across the galaxies
Tear my shell apart
Take me back to the start
After all
I rest my feet
The cycle
Finally complete
With every new iteration
The feeling grew in me
And every small variation
Recounts my agony
In the end there is more to learn
From the lines of the dune
Than from any philosophers
Under the pale moon
Now as I finally grow old
Give the worms their bounty
I wish the vermin and the mold
Could sing my eulogy
Gravity
Extends its pull
Smoke rises
The pits are full
Pay homage to the awful stench
From deep inside the trench
Outline a resentful gospel
On the walls of your cell
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WOW! This is just great! Its freshness, yet classic sound, reminds me of Magickal nights as a young 13-14 year old up late at night getting blazed listening to metal records in 83-84. What a time. Haha. Fire of Renewal
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022