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Son of Man lifted High, becoming one with the most Divine We bring you down with words you do again arise Upon the alter of flesh in time And time again, your brought down to sacrifice At the behest, that we too become In the oneness of God, your sons Forgiven of Sin by this Flesh we ingest Priests thee Supreme witches – men of ink & cloth, flesh of spirits unrest And our Gods, great and mighty
 Thrown from the Heaven 
 That Sea above
 Dashed upon boulders – of rumors of misery
 On the shore, their bloody authority, lost remains
 Unable to be identified, Unable to be Named
 Seeping into the sandy shore
 A murmur for evermore Tales of once great Words
 With crowns the envy of kings
 Purer than gold
 Heavier than Disease 
Vanish in-ruin, traces lost
 Not a one can command 
The empty-fullness of ‘at all costs’
authority evermore, like the raven gone mad
 pecks at what might have been an eye or a hand Children play
 Upon these bloodied shores
 Splashing in the waves – blacken foot prints
 Our Sea absorbs Awaiting nothing, not Gods
 Nor that that might with a word
 Supplant stick and seed
 Cast over lands of shadow
 Where sight reels and reams
 A touch of light over
 Expanses ever wide, out of that deep
 Never merely coming, a clear word from that tide
 Eternity tossed into the sea of wishing crimes It broke apart into innumerable pieces Sharding lines fracturing and fracturing again Seeking refuge, a friendly enemy suffices Trust evaporated in precarious dissolution A great cry for boundaries broke the fluid order Jagged traps them in place, yet they scurry and run With nowhere to go Nowhere to flee to or from As each nation becomes a trap of walls, they tunnel Seeking refuge underground and a wide open space They hide from the sun and fortify themselves In a darkened paradise where fire is the light and flame Tribes of fame, collapsed with friends Tired they keep marching this circular globe Which only a butterfly wholly home As the air becomes poison All that is life and free is underground That safety was shatter by walls that keep us in With only freedom on the other side, that is what is kept out.
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God Eater 07:13
Son of Man lifted High, becoming one with the most Divine We bring you down with words you do again arise Upon the alter of flesh in time And time again, your brought down to sacrifice At the behest, that we too become In the oneness of God, your sons Forgiven of Sin by this Flesh we ingest Priests thee Supreme witches – men of ink & cloth, flesh of spirits unrest There is a god - There must be a god - One has to believe...
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Turning our thrid mind sonic journey into another direction, with Knowing Blackholes, which is a psycho-magickal exploration building bridges from the world of tones to the world of other arts.

A collaborative feedback circle between the participants and a multi-art cut-up reality.

Music for Thee Supreme Witches & Godeater was created as a soundtrack by Agitation Phi from Sep. 13 to 23 around poetry written by Thee Uncondemning Monk, which was inspired by a series of ink drawings by Astarte 23 during that time.

Towers Of Kalish Ka Ba Agitation Phi Electronica With Thee Uncondemning Monk Guitar Fused And Slumped 14.08.16 5.08 AM And 23.09.16 12.46 AM And 1.23 AM And 5.50 AM
- Pictures Mix is an exclusive remix for the Bandcamp version of this release feat. Gysin/Burroughs cutup & Poetry by Thee UM - Knowing Blackholes

Poetry written and read by Thee Uncondemning Monk entitled: And Our Gods, Son Of Man Lifted High, Knowing Blackholes.
Electric instruments by Agitation Phi & Thee Uncondemning Monk (Towers Of Kali Ka Ba)
Additional voice/cuts sampled from William S. Burroughs, Delia Derbyshire & Barry Bermange.
Artwork from Astarte 23

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released September 25, 2016

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Agitation Φ Wolfsberg, Austria

In some far off place
Many light years in space
I’ll wait for you.
Where human feet have never trod,
Where human eyes have never seen.
I'll build a world of abstract dreams
And wait for you.

(If you're not an asshole)
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