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Morbid Rubicon

by Luminous Veil

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Veins thinning Pupils sprawling Flesh creeping Distended through time Entire species succumb to fire or flood Earthen pressure bursting at the plates Ejaculated death seed Forests vanquished by magma, blanketed in pumice And so, begins the vast undoing Animalia folds to the wind Ashen flurries paint the dimming sky Caustic rivers of poison counter their currents Laws are dispersed to chaotic forces And god pleads A cosmic pyre seeking resolve In the glow of divinity’s funeral What a cherished thought… To be thrown amongst the debris of humanity Constant growth and consumption Hitting a bloodied brick wall And now countless stars burn in harmony To the clamor of our collective death God and Man Gifted to a glutted pyre Judgement | Judgement Constant growth and consumption Delusional vacuum thought And now countless stars burn in harmony To the clamor of our ultimate death For our fate, what tribulation could befall That were un-deserved to the hands of plenty If only malignant movers of history Had been exorcised by ruthless powers Vested in the cold weapons of yore A dream A dream to a revelation
The die is cast. Hate returns out of the past. The haunts of the last days remain as scornful thorns in the surviving elements Screaming in lines of birthing-blood Screaming in so-called virgin lands We’ve crossed the event horizon as a child forced through divine thighs. Hands clasped round the lighting rod hatred coursing through our veins. Fellow warriors, our victory comes from within! Your past ablaze - smoldering remains The die is cast. Hate returns out of the past. Nothing shall remain of your soul, so woebegone and still. To wonder, have you found your Rubicon? And to look upon those carrion hands, so fixed to kill, laced in blood Have you tried...have you even tried to cross it? There is a revolution. The die is cast. Have you found your Rubicon? Have you tried...have you even tried to cross it?
Faith scarcely fathoms its own moribundity lest it envisions its own demise and traces a carcass through time - bloating with every decade. The stripping of this last vesture commands little force. For all the high works held by mortal man in dirty hands of clergy, betrothed to the obsolete, sunken planks of their morality ship. The pages, left unattended, soaking. Laughing at their abandon. Our vivisection informs thusly; that the caprices of mass movement and the pointed politics of newer, greater sins, constantly berate and bludgeon this archaic corpse. Yet, they raise a caricature of their own historic-barbarity while mere treading of rising water in the ocean of modernity. To what end? A folly unlike any before. Old one, faith, keep up - if you even dare. But moribund rest, for something of such sallow worth, paints one the wiser.
Religiosity 03:20
Cimelia Pelf 05:54
Likened to a bull, tenaciously red with hatred yet patient for the gain in a muscular mode of deception pulling the wool for unequal exchange flaying generations to immiseration Cimelia - bejeweled gold fanciful disbelief becomes you as you look upon halls of wealth with the watery impoverished eyes of children heed! Their cup runneth over… while thy table bespoke famine heed! They rest on the laurels of slave masters While thy calloused hands carry aged burden heed! Breath deep, a judicious air The wall grows long…longer still… visions of gore in the vengeance waking vortex of misery, unsheathed hatred quaking inverted oppression in the violent expulsion intransigent reprisal, unyielding convulsion Breath deep, a judicious air Lungs filtering sleeves of gold Vomiting righteousness and equity As the wall grows longer Yes, it too, warms… tenaciously red
Pray thee, sources of might Blade beckoned children of lesser caste Grovel at hand to feed upon echoed slight Worm lined halls of the affluent past Enslavers heralded the insolence and barbarity of archaic religiosity Mutated to a self-cultivated philosophy and festered unto today A divine right of psychic-vampires They feast from a sullied table of the old guard, long dead Pray thee, sources of might A world bloodletting Stony, vacant, in the face of global death Glassy eyed, in the face of global fucking death Machines devour as I gaze upon thy world-flesh with famished curiosity but suffer the loss of discernment or care – is it not better to have caressed her exsanguinated form? the lubricating life-oil. A tree grows from its (death) seed Nurtured by history A perpetual mode of consumption and defecation
Anamnesis 03:34
Corrupt anamnesis Serpentine/Libertine Self-affirming soul rot Anamnesis Longing to the form Self-affirming death To death To death
There is no greater sorrow than the pale imitations of our past These deformed memories that bade our ear to do as asked Perpetual hauntings From our brackish sight To look back through ages (in horror) And bathe us in scalding night Our death valance, luminous veil Recollection reformed in boundless light Illuminate Anamnesis in horrid white Can we recall the last shreds of happiness? Can we live in these slivers of time? Let us conjure a future upon corrupt mental images of the past… And feign victory beguiled by what we know to be true oppressive, melancholic gleam veiled for a time of ever-diming shine


Morbid Rubicon was born of the deepest anxieties and angers of the
modern age. Every day those fears grow broader and more intense.
An entire globe of life is about to be tossed into a cosmic incinerator.

For one cannot tread water forever
| sinking is the only way out. |

Morbid Rubicon exploits these feelings while asking the portent whys
and hows – an answer which is informed by history…by economic destitution/desperation and myopic brutal religion.

"Faith scarcely fathoms its own moribundity lest it envisions its own demise and traces a carcass through time… bloating with every decade."


released June 19, 2023

LV is Brian Doering and William Wolfe


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