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Mourning

by Cruelty Field

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1.
Foul Fruit 06:12
Empty places Lamps I light Sharp wind Thick dust Silently my wounds I feed Wailing evermore Something I cherished Has perished And I try to restore Still autumn sets place Protected the secrets That wait to be uncovered Outside the pendulum Without curators A strict protocol And tearless now I grieve Wrong intentions and mistakes Made me pit my wits A second chance only I could give Standing in the distance Planning nothing But still digging the holes To plant them to grow Covered with a canopy So the fruits won't collide Silently my wounds I feed Wailing evermore Something I cherished Has perished And I try to restore
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For the pain that was caused For the act of betraying ones self into thinking it deserves to ache For everything done wrong to release rage on something that can not tell Not run away That can not go anywhere else For the trauma that's caused by abuse For so many years For the the innocent covered with wounds we should have severe punishments Bring back torture for such crimes Bring back the death sentence Bring back the whips we used Nailed to a poll and stoned to death Something caused all the lost souls No judge despises suicide attempts Animals commiting corporal abuse should not even get their grave We don't have to act like it's normal Like it's happened before so we shouldn't care Chose the right side of moral You lie if you belive they will change Reconcile the scene for a moment Screming with a tear covered face Being used for someones amusement Picture it in your fucking head Now take a second A second to imagine The tragedy of a photograph Cold hands touching and beating A small thing haunted with fears Now we cherish our understanding law believing even in such excrement Shit that caused pain to a child deserves death and nothing less Before execution a fiend shall arrive Their body shall be burned till skin melts The sight shall be gruesome to the eyes that are not aware of what the victim felt For the pain that was caused For the act of betraying ones self into thinking it deserves to ache For everything done wrong to release rage on something that can not tell, not run away, that can not go anywhere else For the trauma that's caused by abuse for so many years For the the innocent covered with wounds we should have severe punishments
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In theory, it shouldn't feel normal to be looked at To be inspected But it did As if to wait for a misspelled word for contoversial opinion Life choices about your own body someone can't understand Being listened to Just for the pure sake of saying something wrong Who are we to critique? As if we have the wisdom To teach or tell fortune To know how it is to cope with these insecurities Suffer with the coil in your flesh Opposing against troubles Scorning whips and arrows with no respect Cowards of us all Sweat under weary lives Rather to cast a thought than a moment With a regard to deny the resolution Of which you know nothing of And lose the belief in yourself and others Walking the crowded streets scattered Knowing what it is like There, right now. Walking the crowded streets scattered In theory, it shouldn't feel normal to be looked at To be inspected But it did As if to wait for a misspelled word for contoversial opinion Life choices about your own body someone can't understand Being listened to Just for the pure sake of saying something wrong Who are we to critique? As if we have the wisdom To teach or tell fortune Walking the crowded streets
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Thou wast perfect in the ways from the day thou wast created Till inquintiy was found in thee Deciver of earth The whole world is yours Play as you used to Before thrown from heaven That ancient serpent His notes Haven't sound but made to linger in the ears Destruction all the music will bring Cherish the result of your fall Play us murder and lies we consent Shell there bere drinking and cursing Help us to embrace Every sinful sence
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SOFTLY GENTLE LIES MELTING FROM THE EYES TEARS OF THE FALLEN SLEEPING IN THE SKIES FOR OPHELIA SPREAD A NEW VARIANCE THE SUN HAS SET YET THE DAY BRIGHTENS WHEN OPHELIA IS DEAD AND THE NIGHT DEBARS ROUND AND ROUND THE MOON AROUND THE EARTH FLIPS PLANETS AND SKIES LIFT AND DAY IS DULL DURING THE ECLIPSE THE MELTING FROM THE EYES AND THE TEAR THAT DRIPS HAS SHATTERED THE SKIES POISONED THE LIGHT COLORED THE WHITE TURNED DAY INTO NIGHT AND STARS INTO DEBRIS
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Hands Tied Mouth Bound Helpless in the fire Consuming Try to save what's left While in chains The senses are sharpened Raking away Your disguise What was sweet turned sour Fountains run dry For a reason Flames awaken Infinite and immense Growing more and more Larger Burning all that was built All that matters We couldn't keep Turned white Is no longer there Perhaps it belonged To someone else Although it meant so much Fountains run dry And stay without water
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Roads are painted in white Purer regions of celestial light Beneath the snow With delight It seems to press On the eyes Reaching out To the skies Full of it's stains So bright One vital breath While she cries Will ascend And fly
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NOBODY THINKS OF THE SMALL THINGS TRAPPED AND HIDDEN INSIDE IMAGINE YOU KNOW YOU'LL BE SLAUGHTERED AND JUST WAITING TO DIE LOOKING AT THE KILLER SMILING SHARPENING HIS KNIFE WHO IS THE NEXT CUTE LITTLE LAMBS IT WILL HURT JUST A LITTLE JUST A MOMENT AND DONE BLADES ARE CUTTING WITH PLEASURE YOU ARE THE ONE THIS TIME YOU WILL BE CHOSEN TO HAVE SOME FUN FLOORS ARE RUNNING RED A FLOWING RIVER OF BLOOD BUT YOU COULD BE SPARED IF YOU'RE KILLED BY A SNAKE BITE WITHOUT ANY HOPE TO BE SAVED OR RECUED BY SOMEONE NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR SOUL THERE IS NO SOMEONE
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Under these circumstances Legs can slip over Becoming weak Words spread out Scratch, curse, punch and kick They fly out mad and eager Built a little shrine with fires shining quite bl eak drowning in the sand as we speak Representing the love that stood for moment in our eyes Representing us being one with all that in this moment dies Never over said and over sung the limit is the skies This is why she cries For there is no day all the time it is night Absurdities dwell as a mans desire like the ebbing tide Hushed away not to appear different Nor to confess anything that's screwing your mind Gathered in the pieces of pesonality Cutting like stained glass Formality lost wreckage in the gales In her heart they found a sword Incised deep to stay Till all the world, and I, are surely just a part of you And I'm drawing my last breath It's Heaven in her, because we're both dead.
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Equal pay For equal work Order of nightmare For a vectorial analysis Direct to abandon the registers of opposition Insistently in the efficiacy of regulatory systems With each semilogical step we shall voluntarily open up to the foreign A Problem of articulations To make the signs function To proceed with the dispersal To sustain them of powers, of relations, of elevations, of series sequenes, modes, circulations Linkng repetition, codification, reconciliation or erotic Melancholy passivity To act as a discrusive model from which will be expressed My art, my music, is the mirror of the society in which I live Structures, of an eternally desired formalization in which signification is submissive to the double law of unity and regular and reproducive expansion When it has no value as representation The image of the word it presents to itself as prison-discourage Infinitive, acephalaous lines The absence of recollection by memory can enact a new exitation of the senses Or rather os sense itself Individualization Blank lines of innovation Extreme squences A protocol of singular experience An incomparable abstract machine Affirmation of a block of sonic matter At the highest power of transformation Worlds of pure intensities where all forms dissolve All significations as well Holding to the impressive form itself

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released February 13, 2020

Cruelty Field describes hus music as " An experimental project purely dedicated to pushing the limits of sound. There is no direct genre that could define the music. There is no inspiration taken from any art form. Just the foreign and abstract expression of reality and image of the world it tries to represent. Individualization, codification and purity put into sonic sequences to create unity with itself: "

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