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A squall of rain and thunder
Lapping at my heel as I take to the stairs
Hot lead, red blood; asunder again the night
Swallowing me now
It’s been nine years
Since the night he came to this place
And my course was altered forever
His errant steps to retrace
And protect what’s left to remember
Little orphan, cold skin wet with blood
With these hands, I brought him back to life
Just to watch him grow to use his own
To wrest the life from another
Now, the time has come to set things right
I slip away unperceived
And under siege
I will do what must be done
And though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I fear no evil but the evil in my heart
As I stumble in between
My conviction that all life is sacred
And the will to snuff it out to do my part
I trace the monster’s steps
From west to east and east to west again
I slither through the daylight
And I stumble through the dark
Traverse the crepuscular
Space between the two
To find the truth before
This lie tears me apart
A macabre prose composed
With wine-dark skid marks on the floor
A door emmured in plaster laid in haste
How many people died here?
The question is enough
To make a madman of a saint
A nightmare was awakened
By this nascent taste
A vision of the end to come
A moor beneath the cold, dead sun
I follow the body trail
Fallout of cindered hail
Always a minute too late
Always trailing a step behind
Oblivious to the mind’s eye
Of this golden-haired beast I chase
Harbinger rainfall
An echoing shot from the forest
Outsiders walk among them
Spreading their instruments
Sowing the seeds of distrust
To turn them on one another
Blood on the asphalt
A slaughterous fog rises
Lightning crashing right over our heads
And the devil himself stops
To turn up his chin in disgust
As hell claims this once peaceful town
My finger over the trigger
This road has taken everything from me
It’s led me right to this moment
Somehow, I can’t help but freeze
I see hell in his eyes
And with his velvet tongue
He opens up his mouth to speak
“Let me show you a vision of the end
Can you see it now?
Do you understand?”
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Beyond the Storm
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The labyrinth opens before me
The light at the end
Now I can barely see it
Tattered paper dolls
A procession amorphous
Takes new form in the shadow
And every step I take
I feel these mountains moving
To bring us farther apart
And I’m watching and waiting
Away from the world
But time and again
I stick my nose too deep in
And time and again
My intentions bear a curse
And it haunts us to our lonely graves
I long for the sun beyond the storm
If it’s there, it’s fainter than my eyes can see
A tempest stirs above the waves
The earth is shaking
Every fearful step I’ve taken
Has been in your hallowed wake
In all the time you’ve deigned
To let me wander behind you
By the oath carved in my heart
This blood and sulfur in the hearth
It’s I who will suffer
Let this be my cross to carry
So you might live
So you might live
You were the only one
To ever put their faith in me
But I wasn’t fit to walk in your shadow
I’ll try this one more time
Find the strength inside
To guide you to the light
Beyond the storm
I found love in the world behind your eyes
A rose-coloured rapture in endless skies
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The corporate-sponsored narrative reigns
Hoax-hoarse, sound recourse, conspirators
Painted the same; gristle for the fear machine
They bemoan our losses with oleaginous display
But we never meant shit to them
And they’ve lost the plot, and the horror unfolds
As we’re wrung out and cast to the wind
Lifebearers!
Capitulating by neglect’s device
To shoulder every vice but the greed
A generation condemned to die
With their shit on their knees
But they saw this coming
And they stuck their dime
Anytime we get a good thing going
It’s just a matter of time
Till they fuck it up
Cut supports
Let us freeze out in the streets
Strike the hours
From our nights as we bleed the days
On their floors
I’m not living to die
But I am dying to live again
This has gone on long enough
They’ll force us closer than flesh
For the right price
Laying the guilt on our heads
As the death tolls rise
Piling the dirt on our heads
Pandemic death cult
I’ve seen it eat its way through naysayers
And adherents alike
I’ve seen it tearing like a scythe through kin and clan
Those who’ve dared to doubt its wrath have borne
The choking weight of truth
Day by day, I’ve seen them falling where they stand
O these times are godless, and the core is rotting
From the inside out, through every pore
These needlemongers with their guise of concern
Have cast us all to the wayside
With lust for plunder
They’re keeping us caged in our nests
Panic-threshed and blind
Detritus entwined in our nets
Half-truths meshed with lies
And piling the guilt on our heads
As the death tolls rise
And I repeat to myself
There’s got to be a better way than this
There’s got to be a better way than this
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Anna Pest Montréal, Québec
An eclectic metal project based in Montreal, Canada.
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