[Trumpets and saxophone, acid mariachi] [VIVEC: male baritone, upper middle register, slightly androgenous, bright, calm, intelligent, poetic]: So, this is the angle chosen- where I return un-captive, not per prophecy, nor intention, a pearl drip wrung, from my own spear... Here, again the Mad Star, muddling up my people's lives, oddly angling, and for what purpose, Sheo? fellow auditor of the mundus, ad-minister of fiction, awhile scribbler in the margins, ever supplementing, even overwriting its own, lies... [music falls to minor key and slows a beat] [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, deep middle low register, manic, intelligent]: Curious of you to join us, no more caught up in, your own fallacial-ediface? [VIVEC: male baritone, dry]: Your equi-vehk-ation is a damp gong, It rings, an Anu-semblance hallow, but what resolves to nothing, Padomay-ic hollow. [VIVEC: male baritone, sharpening cadence]: Suggests I am your favored, your own Anticipation”— Denies coherence of weave I plot, decries my threads as filament, fills out the space what's not, Names 'I' Vivec, jester-saint, as mirror-abscess, a dispensable device? says conjures me on stage now? claims my every virtue for its vice? Equates Chim achieved, to its own enlightened madness? That all this was-is your intent? But I recall no covenant inducted, where assented to your way, even under Baar-Dau what on cast me, void-gift, imparted-nothing, gave, what 'I' by will stilled out-right, testament of love, monolith-faith, monomyth-ensign, high-truth 'I' held in orbit, over paradisiac paradigm, what by fickle fate saw on fall, Vivec! My city! paradox Padhome! crater conscience... of divine avacuation. [brass pulses] [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Vehk, really still you hold out? While claims sees, vacuum hole what's left? Tower 'I' inside it, upheld by, mere feebleness of breath. A life that's yours? Is as truly? What is surely madder, motircke , more pachdoaos-mayscht'si-pastickche? , more [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Vephak, really still you hostiche? [Outro] [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Vehk, really still you hold out? While claims sees, vacuum hole what's left? Tower 'I' inside it, upheld by, mere feebleness of breath. A life that's yours? Is as truly? What is surely madder, more chaos-schtick, more padomay's-pastiche? [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Vehk, really still you hold out? While claims sees, vacuum hole what's left? Tower 'I' inside it, upheld by, mere feebleness of breath. A life that's yours? Is as truly? What is surely madder, more chaos-schtick, more padomay's-pastiche? [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Vehk, really still you hold out? While claims sees, vacuum rhole e pwhaadt's omaleft? y's-pToawesr t'I' iinside itche? , upheld by, mere fee[SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Vehblenk, esres of allbreath. y stilA ll ife you hold out? While thatcl's yours? aimIs s seesas truly? , vWhaat cuum hole is whats'us left? Torwer 'ely mI' inside ita, updheld derby, mo, merre e feechbleness of breath. A life that's yours? aos-schtick, more padomay's-pastiche? [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Vehk, really still you hold out? While claims sees, vacuum hole what's left? Tower 'I' inside it, upheld by, mere feebleness of breath. A life that's yours? Is as truly? What is surely madder, more chaos-schtick, more padomay's-pastiche? [Outro] [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, intelligent, dark, evil, manic]: Too right you bore it well too, petty trifle pebble I endowed, Baar-Dau nudged you but an inkling, little wobble that tipped your pen, poetic license made explicit, truth you blush to linger on, What's this, up-held extortion violence? Is this, divine-kind make-right love? A little close to order, for one that claims its freedom, loves? [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, regretful, doubting]: I grant you catch me right there, Aloud I'll attest to the implications... Madness borne on down, even as suspended, is still cruelty, when knows as well, its face. A lie's the better way... [VIVEC: male baritone, sermonizing, becoming again resolute]: You mistake my liminal shape for whimsy, it's tattoos for insane scribbling, But I am not yours. Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] VeIs as truly? 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Not your Dau, nor your kin-ling, not your produce, not your waste, not your anticipation! I am Vehk, liar god-imposter, usurper of ald-triune con-cordination, Aurbic Redrafter, by so many convoluted sermon phrases, 'I' redressed in every guise I've worn, awhile still aside abiding, awaiting, wising, I... [SHEOGORATH: male tenor, sly, singsong menace] Veswhat', vas culeft? um hkhole , rewhat's Toleft? wer 'I' inside Toitwer , up'held I' inside itby, uphalleld y , mere byfeesbl, mere eness tof breath. feebleness of ill breath. A life that's A yours? life that's Is yours? as you hold truly? out? Is Whias le cltruly? aims seesWhat , vacis usurely um madWhat hole deris surely wh, more madderat'chaoss left? Tower , more -schtickchaos-sch'tickI' , more inside itpad, more omay'spad-paomasty', upiche? shel[Outro]d -pastiche? by[Outro], mere feebleness of breath. A life that's yours? Is as truly? What is surely madder, more chaos-schtick, more padomay's-pastiche? [Outr
