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The Violence of Indifference

by Ophidian as Raziel ft. William F. DeVault

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From Out of the City From out of the city came words. Small words. Words like lead pellets, ringing on armour, stinging on flesh and carrying a message of rage and honor defended. The prophet spoke in broken syntax, the facts spoke for themselves in time and he was carried to the city square to be stoned to death, in accordance with the law. Morning slid over the horizon as if on rails invisible, and split the night like Trinity. Infinity seemed possible except for the silence of the waking world, one eye open. Mourn the night and rise. Rise to your feet and climb the hill you always said you'd climb before the end of all things. For it is upon you, even in the optimism of dawn. Mourn the night and rise. Rise to your vision, rise! The afterlife is not waiting for you, but you for it, and the madness of martyrs may call it too soon. Mourn the night and rise. Spread your bastard wings and catch the feral winds that come on the sun's fire to sweep away the night into small shadow piles in corners. From out of the city came words. Final words. Words like Eden. Gethsemane. Golgotha. And then. And then. And then, the silence. The violence of indifference. copyright William F. DeVault
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From Out of the City From out of the city came words. Small words. Words like lead pellets, ringing on armour, stinging on flesh and carrying a message of rage and honor defended. The prophet spoke in broken syntax, the facts spoke for themselves in time and he was carried to the city square to be stoned to death, in accordance with the law. Morning slid over the horizon as if on rails invisible, and split the night like Trinity. Infinity seemed possible except for the silence of the waking world, one eye open. Mourn the night and rise. Rise to your feet and climb the hill you always said you'd climb before the end of all things. For it is upon you, even in the optimism of dawn. Mourn the night and rise. Rise to your vision, rise! The afterlife is not waiting for you, but you for it, and the madness of martyrs may call it too soon. Mourn the night and rise. Spread your bastard wings and catch the feral winds that come on the sun's fire to sweep away the night into small shadow piles in corners. From out of the city came words. Final words. Words like Eden. Gethsemane. Golgotha. And then. And then. And then, the silence. The violence of indifference. copyright William F. DeVault
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released January 22, 2011

1, 3, 4 & 5 written and produced by C. Hoyer. 1 & 2 written and produced by William F. DeVault.

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