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The Nihil of Vibrant Soul

by Annulment

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To have forgotten; asleep in the thorns of wound or laying sweetened and glowing in its hold as dream and life abandon you bewildered with cloud and silent haze Triumphant Cain has returned; without his father’s love to resurrect his only kin “We have killed, we have sinned, but we are not merely them – sometimes love makes grave mistakes.” Coffin in tow, to life unknown: “It’s not age, but callous – my unsteady hands.” I am fury beside your empty, I am your burning pregnancy! Will you dig my bones, are you even alive? The awoken vein, the spirit is nigh! “Momento Mori,” anointed upon our birth The grey, the drain, entwined with promise Knelt before the changeling sun, knowing this time was not the first
2.
That it forfeits its kingdom or fails to overtake it, and I hope that so much dies or is left on its sickbed to mull over its waste and fear and that we leave it to rot in its quarters Reactive decay, never having felt the spark of our lordless bloom; for I tire of teaching the quivering to walk on florid legs or feral kindness offered in vain as the first gestures of love Stay paradise or rebellion neither holy nor true I lay their ashes at my feet, a list of evicted numbers I deny your thirst and purpose; of silent, inverted hymns; of failed fruition, a war of ‘I’, leave with nothing, hail the empty! The dead will sing in the desert – Lean in, I don’t care who you are; poison your kiss, and I’ll lend you a song I’ll clothe you in black and quiet; sleepy, heroin-abyss My loves, we’re all going to die someday May our last light be the ruin of their fucking world; raze their coffers – a toast to the end A crushing love meant to suffocate, they called it ‘demiurge’ - born from the eyes of the blind It’s revocation, foreclosure, it’s sprouting slum; it’s the banquet of the all-fucking pigs! Blessed are the clerical meek, with an 8-digit check, for they make easy prey!
3.
When the world was young, the word had little voice Iron lung of praise Leper of the holy Iris of the hollow, vision of the nothing Ape butcher ape, sanctioned by illusion Flesh succumbed addiction to the lure of a crown Circumstantial birth Given flight by a godsend Festering inside a neighbor a billboard-slur of presence Beware the silver tongue, I’m not your fucking son! His poetry can ruin, A flare of urge and ash A Babel upon the Earth With a noose around its neck The face and scrawlings of deceit Lonely men do shameful things To resent with great hollow and indifference Lonely men apologize for nothing Your days of plenty are fucking numbered! Creator inferior, star of vanity. “I sell myself for closeness and crush of breath.” Serpent’s coil, lion’s jaw – Sadness and ego moaning in oceans of cipher and drain Dissociative mantra, borrowed from the sky! Clip its wings, harrowed in delight! Down here with us, walk upon the soil Gods were once men, sick with conflating growth It’s an infection, a cancer, it lives beside us Elephant abscess – it grows inside us
4.
Wounded bastard forfeits you Filthy lucre, bleeding you Burning bridges – “Got mine, fuck you.” Greener pastures, amber waves Nine tenths of living; a vulturine gospel A coat of knives, the safety of your trust Nine tenths of living; a wreath of puppets Erected and in line; upright, smiling design Reverent hostage, manic creation Cannibal muse, addicted promise Jagged blessing, tenfold consignment Moneybag fucker! Blue blood? Let’s see! You’d let it come inside you, you’d let it speak for you, In praise of heroes – but they sold you out. Ten pounds of prosperity, in a five pound bag of failure. Lords it over your corpse, always eats the most They want your seed, they want your womb, They want your labor, and your coffers empty! The one who spends the most wins the most To populate world and nation with the seeds of their vision Forced procreation, Stockholm behind your eyes Safety net schematic - paid for and sponsored by Nine tenths of living is manipulation!
5.
Aboriginal light, shine within me! Our searing beauty, all crowns to ash! Penultimate bastion, cessation conclusive! Retributive machine, the anti-spirit! (There’s) lust beneath my wound, an adversarial hymn One warred a thousand, cleaved through a mountain. Illusion fed us all the while a creator swelled in glee, Colony collapse, a hive of death; an effigy of ‘free’ Aboriginal light, fury within me! Spite versus spite, maligned Excalibur! Seal its rotting arms! Gevurah implodes! Shibboleth, mantra - never surrender! (There’s) love beneath my wound, a consequential sin One ignored a thousand, hoard the spoils of a mountain But there’s a part of us that always feigns goodbye – children of the sunset; horrified to live or die Unbowed before the devouring sun! To the end of their world, so that ours may begin. Claimed refuge from its bones! Vitality, conquer, we’ve bested our father! Victory hangs itself from the highest tree! End! End! This is the end!
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There is a cruelty that calls me, a baptismal duty; I named it ‘I’ No care, no peace of mind Weeping with red and lightless hands former masters dissolved in sinew, it cups its mouth behind my ear; I’m trying to kill its ugly whisper, I’m trying to disappear Lately I’m feeling the violence of your absence, your shadow left a trail; “No rain, no flowers” It’s the words before the hail And I’m feeling holy and true, hallowed in my lifeless flight I’ve got a plan that turns days to stone: “The nihil of vibrant soul” Permanence and a pull of loss, tethered by Morphean knots It sinks through my hands like iron rain; mangled claws and sealed fists Bits and scatters – our sundered selves, collapsed and swallowed by something less Picked like an astral scab; as cankered rainbows leak from its hollow (I think about) days gone and floral fourteen; so out of love, so out of reach Wade through the pools of failed escape; come my child, I’ve carried your ache With every step slower than the last; we’ve come to a crawl, return or wrest Of borrowed torch; it’s yours to keep Light the path, it’s your time to lead The eve of your one millionth life, there will be many and there have been many, You are origin, and cosmic fracture; the discordant dirge that pleas ‘I’ You were the young sea, and sprouting trees; animal and hunter; your mother in labor; her worry and the hatred of what you’ve become: Old Nihil of Vibrant Soul! But someday we must die, so that others may live My life is nothing, I give it all to the ground and you I know why an animal craves solitude in its passing And the mastodon begins to wane The giant fell to a knee Conclusion impure, polluted rattle! And there was you! The child unborn! Where I am empty, you will be made whole Never again to be born again Emanation I; become what I could not Son or daughter; the future is won!

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"The Nihil of Vibrant Soul"

Outer Heaven Productions & Recordings 2017

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released November 15, 2017

Annulment:

Anthony John Czerwinski – Vocals
Guitars – Simon Swist
Bass – Randy Nieves
Drums – Dan Lomeli

Additional contributions by Brian Christie

Recorded in April 2017 by Taykwuan Jackson and Simon Swist
Mixed by Simon Swist at Late Bloomer Audio
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege
Cover Artwork by Chris Smith / Grey Aria Design Studio
Lyric Layout and Design by Mike Alessandro and Anthony John Czerwinski

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