the syndics and guards of plague-time
proxy magistrates
patrolling each street
locking each door from the outside
taking each key
inspecting ceaselessly
the cops and sheriffs of xeno-time
proxy magistrates
patrolling each street
kicking in doors with a gun drawn
ceasing each key
raiding ceaselessly
same
thing
over
again
the contortions of tears have reflected the dim flash of apocalypse
the long game will end, leviathan embodied in dripping stench
we will be swallowed whole, no escaping this brute ereignis
we are plump, irresistible glut, ready to be licked and wolfed
now, we become
the ulcers
in the mouth and the gut of the beast
we become
the rot
that chokes him raw
The stygian duo explore themes of gender dysphoria and oppressive institutions through sludgy doom with a pitch-black underbelly. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2021