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Adapt or Perish
02:07
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[She has dedicated her life to a cause that was meant to benefit humanity. All along the cause was disguised as a way to brainwash society into fueling the pockets of those on top. Through manipulation, those who stand against the cause are killed on sight by its followers. A mother and son recruit the resistance to expose the truth and end the breed of ignorance at all costs.]
Mother: “Claim your purpose of annihilating the beliefs that they spread. All the while it has grown. Contain the rise of the wicked before they take over.”
Overambition clouds my mind. Reinforcement is needed.
Mother: “With conviction unleash the cavalry. Obliterate the enemy. Collect their hearts. They don’t deserve them.”
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Crimson Reflection
02:31
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[The bloodshed brings consequence.]
Son: "Now what?"
Mother: "I'm searching for an explanation."
Son: "Will they believe this was justified?"
Mother: "They haven't seen the horrors I've seen.”
Son: “If the ignorance didn't blind them would they have done the same? Will we make it out alive?"
Mother: "Survey says no."
Son: "The moment they capture the scene we might as well be dead. The silver lining is nonexistent, make it disappear. It's a bloodbath. We're so fucked. What the fuck do we do when they approach?"
Mother: "Place your finger on the trigger. Hope for the best fuck all the rest."
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Disclosure
02:27
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[The wicked approach with guns drawn.]
Bracing myself for the end. Helpless energy flows within. How to defend recent events without sounding desperate. Without having them blow off ours heads.
Her: "They were not who you thought they were. A spineless coward, a worthless piece of shit, who would go through great lengths to cover it up. You've been fooled your entire life. The sacrifices are now meaningless. Your loyalty lies 6 feet deep"
[The denial seeps into their tainted minds. Not willing to bear the truth. Ending their lives seems more appealing.]
Losing grip In disbelief. Losing grip of reality. Losing grip of the gun. Turning the trigger On themselves. *Open fire*
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Corpora Mare
01:01
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[The war is far from over.]
Embrace victory. Feeling unfulfilled. Despite pools of blood flowing over me. The bigger picture displays a sea of bodies waiting to spill. To rid the masses of the filth that keeps breeding false morality. Rid us of this filth.
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The Bludgeoning
01:00
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[The one responsible remains.]
Her: "I've been waiting to see your face of eternal suffering. Justice is overdue. Why even try to run and hide. Witness your skull caving in. After what you've done the bludgeoning was more than appropriate."
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Secluded
02:33
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In spite of the massacre few still lurk. Secluded In the bowels of society. In remission until the revival. In denial. It'll never happen.
Her: "Stay mad you fucking waste of space. Consequently, that is why you will remain secluded In the bowels of society. It's the only place for you to live in silence, total silence."
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Penance
03:16
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[A woman she once called a friend approaches her for help and forgiveness after seeing her leaders fall before her.]
Her: "Re-entry to live amongst the rest of us will not be free could care less what you had to endure after the corruption. Case in point. Nurtured to hate but you had a choice. Rehabilitate your perceptions. Take the leap. A glimmer of empathy. Not even close to redeem your former self. Submit to penance. Make way for the last stage. Carve it in the middle of your forehead.To those who fell victim to your fucked ideals It's a symbol of your eternal suffering."
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Wreath of Tongues New York
Wreath of Tongues blend elements of grind, punk, hardcore and metal, delivering unparalleled sound from Long Island New
York. The band released their debut LP "Penance" in December 2019 and are currently finishing up a full length LP.
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