RUNES IN WARBLES by THE CONDUIT

The night engenders paralysis forged as lullabies, Inhaling ether charged with blood sacrifices and battle cries. The love that once upraised our guild now anchors us In stagnant realms hand in hand as atrophying corpses. Prosecution in ancient discourse. The need for totems to feel dynamic in love transformed remorse. (Precepts that torment us) Relegated to the sands of nullity. The sands of time that divide reality into transfixion. Deserts that consecrate The Luciferian existential condensed light That this world will burn before. I have become the duality within This undead consciousness. Delete the traditions In which the flesh consumed, your lord is praised for. These are not your gods limbs to give, For faith forsaken savage flesh whore’s. Runes enchanting us. Runes recanting doctrine. The creatures proclaimed are not your own. Prerogatives will not seek casualty. The sovereign will renounce his warrants. His God will bleed for eternity. The prospects convey our species Retching the blood and bones they’ve stolen Unearth A taste for whom exhibits your negligence. Bow down To the kingdoms in which your yearnings have abridged. Choice has Forsaken our inherent rituals. Dawn tares, The fabric that sheltered our hearts in umbrage. CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO RUNES IN WARBLES!

APPARITION by THE CONDUIT

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO APPARITION!   These fears consume all senses. Breath in the forays from the past. The cemeteries entice us, When death translates its manumits. How can we overlook these, frequencies together. They reside in astrals beneath me. They augment wounds within. These scars make it evident, Audible through eyes of torment. Tombs entwined with chains bearing wraiths, shrouded in white. Tombs in twilight. These demons were our kin, using their skin to hide behind. Killed to become refined.

Draco by THE CONDUIT

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She exists inside within tissue and blood,
Beneath all seeing eyes. Forever sustain us.
Projecting our hopes to refine this withered trust.
Will our love die out or will it stifle us lifeless?

Sanctioned to my dreams suspense.
Ill never sleep unscathed again.

She'll cut through (apace)
And peel apart
Pure virtue, (erased)
From tarnished hearts.

Possession has vanquished
And the specters remain true to me
In fables of forgiving my souls constituencies.

Intention by THE CONDUIT

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These sirens are restless.
I never let go.
Compromise instinct,
Aggression meant everything to sensory acclimation.

Prepossessing and frail,
This luminous conduit of fear and resistance.
Each heartbeat brings lesion
To bodies of omniscient demonic existence.

Under arches of stars adhered
To the lanterns of seekers beneath us
Remain grounded to the soils of gold
The ethereal coils that link leaders to weakness.

Take off the chains,
Become unrestrained
By the modernized criteria.

In his light we see no scars,
Only elements of who we are
That define purpose bestowed,
The light that follows,
And the souls we own.

Fearing no obstruction,
Emotionally forthright,
Direly expansive,
And vivaciously inclined.

Did you ever feel the heart exist here
In scripted discourse,
Tearing through the skin revealing vortexes
That keep our past lives hidden from us?

Intend, you'd never.
You’d never intend on soliloquized syntax.

Intention

These sirens are restless.
I never let go.
Compromise instinct,
Aggression meant everything to sensory acclimation.
Prepossessing and frail,
This luminous conduit of fear and resistance.
Each heartbeat brings lesion
To bodies of omniscient demonic existence.

Under arches of stars adhered
To the lanterns of seekers beneath us
Remain grounded to the soils of gold
The ethereal coils that link leaders to weakness.

Take off the chains,
Become unrestrained
By the modernized criteria.

In his light we see no scars,
Only elements of who we are
That define purpose bestowed,
The light that follows,
And the souls we own.

Fearing no obstruction,
Emotionally forthright,
Direly expansive,
And vivaciously inclined.

Did you ever feel the heart exist here
In scripted discourse,
Tearing through the skin revealing vortexes
That keep our past hidden from us?

Intend.
You’d never intend on soliloquized syntax.CLICK TO LISTEN TO INTENTION

Draco

I am recording a new song today and since I have been tracking, this question has come to mind "why do I keep writing these songs?" I believe that the answer to my question is love. It is the love for my people and life itself that pushes me. Love is expansive and it motivates one to share as much beauty and light with the world possible. We are a people in debt and we live in a world where respect is no longer earned, it is owed. I owe this world that I love and respect an invention that I must slave to create everyday of my life. I have not accomplished my contribution yet, but I wrote this song through a healing process in which I transformed my negative feelings into appreciation and gratitude. Maybe it can help to remind us that we need to move forward together and understand the values of habitually embracing the people around you. I don't have the skill set to give the world an invention like the Ipad, penicillin, or a space shuttle but this song is a prelude to the work I will do in the future that will one day help someone. The desire to contribute to the world is within everyone of us, and please don't ever let resistance, fear, or hatred disguise this inherent nature. CLICK HERE TO HEAR INTENTION

Boston Marathon and The Culprits Responsible. Highly Incentivised.

Just from checking out all of the news sites you can see how much corporate incentive there was for this event to be organized and that's just with the small companies in mind. You would be rich if you had decided to run an ad campaign on the globes website yesterday, but also as unethical as the oligarchy who caused this. I would bet money that the culprit group was comprised of some American citizens if only I wasn't so sure that this investigation will be rigged as always.