An Anthology of Human Sickness

by The Clockwork Deity

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released May 12, 2017

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"It is Human nature, after all, to strive to become something we are not and to fail to become what we could have been."
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Track Name: Razorblade Suicide.
Bleed out to your God; he averts his gaze.
“O Lord, give me the strength to end my life.”

Worthless idols, imitating a false source of comfort.
Blasphemous fools, this is the end.

I will not bow.
Forsaken, this path I’ve founded offers little to mistake for hope.
“Please know, my child, this had to be done.”

Burn.
Your life is worthless.

This is where it all ends for you.
Visions of a ritual that will spare her firstborn from possession.
Track Name: Resisting Possession Through the Consumption of Internal Organs.
“O, lord please give me the strength to end my life. My frail and meaningless existence is indebted to you, the creator and destroyer of all things. May my deceased body find value in your eyes. After all, the only way to salvation is to ingest human remains.”

Your God foresees your life’s end. Is it all for nought?
We will bring about the destruction of our impure race.

Feed upon the organs of your Father.


He will rise.


“What have you done to me?”

Your mind is clouded with the thoughts of demons who mean to end your pathetic life.
Track Name: Spontaneous Abortion.
Arterial blood leaks from my sacrifice.
Limbless torso, nameless, forgotten in time.

Undulating parasite, harvest organs; no survivors.
Veins hang from the mouth that deceived us all.

Soulless corpse of your firstborn.
Born of blood to cleanse us.
He feeds our fear. We feed him.

What have you done?
Off with his head.

He will rise.

Slaughter every prophet of a God that isn't ours.

Our last hope; they took what was ours

Let it decay.