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Let me teach you how to fall down
Just repent and we can save you from this hell
Let me rest my feet on solid ground
These afternoons spent casting stones, well am I better now?
He who counts the numbers wears a crown
Enticed by these few words, although misunderstood
Why should not all beasts upon this ground
Thrash their feet and hooves upon the dissonant sound
I am casting up a web
Self-deficient, every thread
Into an alignment with the dead
Although, still afraid of what I am

The sterling web is drawn upon its end
The door unlocked, the choir cries within
But not deserving of this crown
Said the spider to the lamb
Please, please, please
Do you remember what I am?
Can this account for where I stand?
On the verge of truth and end, you truly sickened man

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from Ipsis (I am, we are), released April 8, 2018

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Harandir the Grey Decatur, Georgia

Sonic magecraft hailing from Decatur. A surrealist approach to self-induced hypnosis aided by lots of thrashing of strings and a pinch of atonal synthesizer.

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