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Anthropogenic

by Varnok

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1.
Frozen in ice, frozen in time hibernation, ages drift by unearthly wreck lying in wait unearthed at last by unsuspecting prey biotic usurper infiltrating somatic invader assimilating perfect imitation its form is unknown Who’s an impostor, or one of their own? I wish you could see your eyes The paranoia inside don’t trust them till they die Who goes there beneath the permafrost it hides for dormant aeons it lies Dead but dreaming in ice who goes there descend again into the ice escaping from the fire adrift within the tide of time, eternally i lie await the day that i arise once more from the grave the earth will tremble as i begin to proliferate cut off from help, they face it alone One by one they slaughter their own winter approaches, I slumber again they wait in vain to see what happens I wish you could see your eyes The paranoia inside don’t trust them till they die Who goes there beneath the permafrost I hide for dormant aeons I lie Dead but dreaming in ice who goes there
2.
Gathered in the desert to build An instrument so terrible that it would end the war Harnessing the atom to their will The Trinity test created a trinity of cores Chasing the threshold of prompt criticality Daghlian tickled the dragon’s tail Neutron reflector sealed his fate Brick by tungsten carbide brick Arms race pushing to the brink of war Harbinger of death to usher in the end of days A fifth horseman to join the four No earthbound steed he rides the sky on the Enola Gay Neutrons ejected a flash of blue light Daghlian screamed with the Geiger counter Removing the bricks, and burning his hand But the damage was done Nausea, sour taste, heat wave, panic Burning, peeling, blistered, tissue Organs failing, blue lips, coma Twenty five days passed until they Pulled the plug Stripped of its birthright to kill Its brothers turning cities into graveyards overturned Jewel voice stopped cruel bombs Still it found a way to manifest its killing urge With beryllium tampers and a flathead screwdriver Slotin, too, tickled the dragon’s tail A slip of his hand, and the domes reunite To the onlookers’ dismay Nine days passed and so did Slotin Scorching organs, 3D sunburn Rotting from the inside outward Instant understanding, he said Well that does it Breaking the chain for all time Melting down the core but still they couldn’t let it die Offspring to carry the line Its legacy of terror leaves you nowhere left to hide Evil incarnate, incarnate again One war to the next: always present Even in death, its powers continue Earning its title: the demon core
3.
Anticop 03:25
4.
Living in fear of eternity while slowly succumbing to entropy sic transit gloria mundi your mistakes and achievements die with you the stench of death clings to your skin what would you give for one more year or one more hour futility of life you give in reaper’s shadow fast drawing near the here and now all that you get a zero sum game wormfood or ash all that you’ll be a particle wave one day you will die so don’t waste your time you are what you do flawless facade gutted inside rotting away behind your mask of success hung up constructed reality forgetting it’s all just a means to an end the stench of death clings to your skin what would you give for one more year or one more hour futility of life you give in reaper’s shadow fast drawing near the here and now all that you get a zero sum game wormfood or ash all that you’ll be a particle wave one day you will die so don’t waste your time you are what you do becoming what you’ve been pretending the ends that you’ve worked for forgotten cowering behind what’s expected the what-ifs are worthless you have no way back the stench of death clings to your skin what would you give for one more year or one more hour futility of life you give in reaper’s shadow fast drawing near the here and now all that you get a zero sum game wormfood or ash all that you’ll be a particle wave one day you will die so don’t waste your time you are what you do
5.
Revenant 03:01
I arise from the floor like a corpse from the grave the room is still spinning, my face deathly grey I guess that I used my shoes as a pillow? I’m still wearing pants...to practice I go! I have to pull over, on my hands and knees Beside the road in the bushes I heave I arrive in a haze and I try to set up I get halfway done then I have to throw up I AM dying from hangover VOMIT delirium tremens VULTURES circling overhead DEAD MAN I lie on the floor I AM alcohol revenant VOMIT force it back down again VULTURES carcass reanimate DEAD MAN I’m back from the grave vomit filling my mouth vision closing in headache ripping my skull Bile leaking from my corpse as i lie on the floor waiting for the end desiccated on the ground cadaver mummified carcass zombified In my burial chamber Spinning room my tomb Now i rise again
6.
fire of knowledge harnessing prometheus’s gift dreams of progress but intentions of progression turn to war fire burns rampant a deadly gift in the hands of fools dominating impulse Myopic minds beget their own demise marked by radiation burns death raiders stalk the sands cancerous goiters, extra limbs forsaken children of the second sun men feed upon men and scavenge what they can from the carcass of the old world fallout contorts them twisted into form by the final war the deluge of fire the second sun scoured the earth the end of an epoch the grip of a nuclear winter mutated anthropoids pick at the bones of the past the wolves of the red forest feed on the corpse of mankind end of the anthropocene humanity begins to wane cities sunken in the sand nothing beside remains entombed in their bunkers clinging to the world powered by the black fuel blinded by hubris encased in slag as the wasteland burns the deluge of fire the second sun scoured the earth the end of an epoch the grip of a nuclear winter mutated anthropoids pick at the bones of the past the wolves of the red forest feed on the corpse of mankind All of human history lost to the oblivion of time echoless eternity no trace left behind fire of knowledge prometheus returns to earth again fire burns rampant the cycle of extinction starts anew

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released October 1, 2021

Ralex - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Baca - Drums

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Ralex
Artwork by Baca
Photography by Julio Ruggiero

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