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THE MESSIANIC AGE
Dishonored towns, in their
ominous stillness;
(their woes to recount, a task much too great)
The star-crossed burgs
named in codices of swindlers
(epiphany stiken , spoken by angels)
Through the cracks of revelations
light sheds and passes them by
...Just 15 years ago
even those in gibbeting
would crack up at the
lobbying of prophecies
Follow The One Who Knows
(exalted is his praise)
Hark and recall
Levant's desolate wail
Billions of simpletons
the national mythos grazed
They got us into
the messianic age
The Sabbath aeon whereat the wolf will
feed on grass next to the sheep - how sweet...
Darkest of absolutism's palette;
world monarchy under one nation's creed
Are you ready to rove about the
spirit desert of Abrahamism
by that godawful light of red eyeshine?
(what times to live in, the messianic age)
Come! The leaps of one long streak retrail
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2) Fire Flooding
04:14
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2) FIRE FLOODING
You know the majority can't be the chosen
well as i know the coin's sides can't meet
Were there rules it might help define "exceptions"
I can't fix the feud among justice and peace
Stakes are mistakes payed for in this world
On this atonement day Moloch won't segregate;
the shackles of Samum behold, removed!
For he received permission to his sport:
"Spite and Malice" is the name
High wind, high tide
(One the) 2nd day, G-d made fire
Uriah upon his Daf Yomi
relieved to know he 's of the holy seed
And he 's been warned of the Amalekites,
but G-d 's been arming and playing both them sides
Hard to forgive after hard to forget round
the old ash must mix with new
Deal at arm's length the children's front (or rear)
and i assure you those can kill
Absolved by virtue of ignorance;
assume them safely dead by next week...
High wind, high tide
(One the) 2nd day, G-d made fire
Any amount of force is within
the mission's frame though the
pit is well and truly drained
And the incandescent surge
will roll back from the Hill
of Shame onto the Hills of Fate
High wind, high tide
(One the) 2nd day, G-d made fire
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INTERCESSIONS OF SAHEL
Music: Muimbwa/Hatjigogos
They wore with pride their battle grime
Ihram: most revered when abrazed
They were in the mired brigades,
outlived the flickering maze
Some would toss and turn for years,
others would make funky souvenirs
Set aside wars for that one
over a few weeks would but resume
A hafiz from the uplands led
crowd fleeing the drought to Agadez -
they should have shot them selves in the leg
when they still had the chance...
(Said) "I got 500 men;
brothers, give us something to defend!"
Young to know the woman's kiss
yet his lads knew what a death march is
"No complaints over the Rice 'n' Beans*
but you owe zakat for methamphetamines
Brother you 'll need to have more faith in faith...
Conquer,educate and train"
Lads, captives,wealth and every means
the Fashioner entrusted him (with)
All wisely spent, earned him fively per day
the intercessions of Sahel
... those gambles and bargains
by which the imam was returned
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THE MINARETS HAVE EYES
As the last of hajj dawns, in its early crowds,
nigh and face towards the stone of Ismail
evinced he stands, the Guided One*, an augury
but readier (than him) the devil tripped
May the earth's impending quiver to his aid
find you on the winning side
When prayer's tannoy will summon to cleansing,
foreigners be on your leave's flight!
People of the Trust, sight and announce!
People of the Faith, bow and give bay'ah!
On him are the blessings and peace of Allah
On you but his hour's and remainder fitna
The minarets have eyes...
The minarets have eyes...
"Go!"
There he stood with Golden Chain* and
Troyan horses in the early mists
When god plans for all can you have a plan B?
And holier to him self the devil tripped...
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5) Crimson Zaffa
02:08
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5) CRIMSON ZAFFA
Check point shrapnelled by another martyr's bones
It 's a woman, offered by remote control
Replenish the fortunate to redemption's claim
for God knows deterrence 's a zero sum game
The pre-agreed good as predestined,
she 's swallowed up by mighty flash
along with ampteen strangers to her-
those are known to the Reckoner
Supplications for the dead and for mankind
In absentia service for the country's bride
Replenish the fortunate to redemption's claim
for God knows deterrence 's a zero sum game
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6) What God Calls A Day
05:53
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6) WHAT GOD CALLS A DAY
For the love of God
the advent of this day
many breathed their last to
hasten or delay
And Israfil felt like playing along
and readings were put to the test
Each to their foe and forward to heaven
they looked, (whose) silence signaled concent
First night in hell, it crossed everyones mind
the sirens might not stop again
It was darker than promised, and stretched
to what God calls a day,
gory like glory in her most glorious dress;
hopped up, they went cutting through blades
Those flames were not like the ones scribed to me;
despite their antics they were real
As for the angels... I did not see them,
yet hundrets confirmed it to me
All of them crazed at once? All testinomies same,
agreeing with the evidence!
All gave their best and won, for now they 're at
the Giver's best cares
One yelled:
"Stand your ground (true) warriors!
Uphold your covenant!"
but words... they just dissolved
into unfamiliar sounds
Fallen over their heads
hence abode of snakes
and not much sung past doomsday...
(Mors signal: "This is the messiah, I 'm not coming after all")
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7) Die Last
04:10
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7) DIE LAST
Low hanged the drawbridge for the mujaddid
Ol' guard and marbles restored to their gleam
Long miles of cheers to the Nation's fossil heart
Wild pulses pumping bad blood to every part
War is Lord, he gives and takes
War is Lord, he gives and takes
The dice is cast
What now matters is to die last
Anew with seasoned storms through fields they 'd wade,
the caravans to jannah underway
30 Ashuras passed with him and them...
each reconfirmend the Identity stood firm
(the identity stays firm)
War is Lord, he gives and takes
War is Lord, he gives and takes
The dice is cast
What now matters is to die last
Yet infalibility has been dire
but the world won't change by force or desire
In (a) 360 turn revise
the dead hand will switch to live
Let each have their seldom forge
Yet infalibility has been dire
Looks like way too much work for one messiah
Through sping warm and summers worse
let each have their seldom forge
let each have their seldom forge
Light years off grace, where tyrants are bemoaned ,
us just watching, young to know that
war is Lord, he gives and takes!
War is Lord, he gives and takes
The dice is cast
What now matters is to die last
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8) Tawaf Al-Wada
07:39
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8) TAWAF AL-WADDA
Fair you are sisters
liking eachother
so as life threats and death threats
Stich now your innocence;
those in for the long run
won't carry the wounded
Twas but a taksim
- black, gritty taksim-
and you 'd beshmirch me
Then, in the panic
of domes crumbling
there will be stampedes
(The) futility of existence is
a powerful awareness
But you won't know you went astray
'till our paths may cross again
Yeah you won't know you went astray
'till our paths may cross again
...Not rescue it self
but its need, every
savior will bring
Carried away by
(the rivers of) nonentities (paying their last respects)
All gone! Or so it seemed...
No straws to clutch at
Flies drunk up my tears
My prayers I quit since
Thanks to resentment,
and a sharp enough -you name it,
I carry through
(The) futility of existence is
a powerful awareness
But they won't know they went astray
'till our paths may cross again
Yeah, they won't know they went astray
'till our passes cross a(gain)
Reach out to me, that I may gloat
I will reach out for your throats
No, you won't know you went astray
May our passes never cross
Covenants? Praises?
Birth, death and in between
it 's all at sword-point
What heritage?
All but foul plays,
designed to claim
your constant attention;
they are the smokescreen
'tween you and the Self
In one ear and out the other
first to last their ghostly whispers
Farewell all thee mysteries!
Isn't every prophet false?
and death by booing
I 've degreed upon 'em all
Hark and remember; it 's enough
to raise me from soil any Friday!
I swing my last, exit the gate;
a godless fakir-
and the grave feels exactly like:
(END abrupt silence)
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