I'm not moving locations, but the merch is. Give me a week or two or three while I get this figured out. For the time being, you can get the split album from Blackhouse and everything else....just be patient. :)
This should only take a few days, but the way things have been this year, I'm going to say a few weeks just to be safe.
Other updates for Rejoice In Our Suffering and Fruits Of The Spirit coming soon.
Also new merch.
This album is so angry, and I've probably said that before. I keep restarting and losing direction because I don't think anything is good enough after I record it. I don't mean in terms of recording quality or anything like that, I mean it feels like I'm not capturing something I need to capture. Maybe it doesn't feel sincere enough, or there are parts I'm not concentrating on as hard as I should be.
I need to pray on this for awhile, I feel like I've had the rug yanked out from under me due to some recent events that have caused me to start searching for another church. I do not, however, believe I will find one that's a right fit.
It's ironic that one of the big themes on this record is spiritual trauma, when part of why I'm so angry at the moment is due to it.
I understand that, "The devil," works against us at all times to derail our better intentions and our sincere attempts to follow God, but sometimes the people who claim to be fighting with the sharpest swords turn them toward those they probably shouldn't. Is this influence? What is it? The answer gets complicated.
But if you're going to enter into an argument with someone on spiritual matters, particular about anything directly from scripture, you should make sure you're very prepared for that argument, because assumptions and, "Things you've been told for a long time," do not amount to jack diddly squat.
It doesn't matter to me much how someone is raised, how someone is taught, anything like that. If you're going to pick a fight with someone and enter into it intending to use the Bible to defend your position, you better make sure you know what you're talking about.
Instead of just being entirely wrong.
And by entirely wrong, I mean entirely wrong.
For awhile.
I still support Jewish people, wherever they may be.
But I cannot, in good conscience, support Israel's actions any longer and this changed awhile ago.
Yes, I do agree that they had the right to defend themselves.
No, I do not agree that they have the right to commit mass murder, starve innocent people, level entire countries, and pick giant thermonuclear wars with other nuclear superpowers.
This is insane.
Witness the ugliest parts
of other former humans,
elevated to new status
under the critical eye
of his special understanding.
What was called rebirth in him
makes others homunculus,
accordingly in the new
gospels of our sheltered life,
we are the anointed few.
While a little knowledge is
dangerous, fulfilling the
ego of our earthly face,
we decide inclusion with
assumption and appearance.
They will speak of you out of
both sides of their mouth with wet
fork-ed tongue, harvesting sin.
Watch, you will serve God through us
and we will ride chariots.
You are justified in it,
we have read the instructions
and applied literally
every fundamental
implication of our faith.
Live separate as you walk
amongst them, set apart with
the breadth of your stride, free from
the burden of your deepest
transgressions, lets sin once more.
We have been cleansed from burden,
a fresh slate to fill with new
lies and subjection for them.
It's all alright, close the doors
turn away from their faces.
As such, I am an imposter!
My painful lungs attenuate
acrid, bitter smoke.
Successfully marketed relief.
Myrrh carresses focus
and irritation during
silent scrutiny.
I impotently raise my arms,
fingers spread like antennas
toward an infinite heaven
behind the veil of illusion.
Trust God, not senses,
not the voices of the
self annointed holy men.
They tell me hell awaits.
I know it does,
I've been chased to
its gates by hooved
and clawed creatures.
In visions recurring,
during periods of
my spiritual paralysis,
there I am crippled
and blind to the spirit.
Where faith becomes
all that is left to hold
and I drown until
I receive his
comforting transmissions.
I receive blessings
in spite of my
wavering confidence
in the Lord's existence.
Don't hold my shoulders
or push my chest
to hold me from the
vision of our hell...
I need this clear sight
to feel complete
and envelope my
soul in brightness, trust.
Fall away
from fellowship
and sever the ties
that bind us to blasphemous
lies from the
pulpit of self,
they oppress our better
instincts for the procession.
Sanctification
never looks so personal
unless you insist on lies.
Then build walls in
the houses where you worship
between brothers and sisters.
Failure in mission
to unite them,
your words are not Biblical.
Motivation is selfish.
Your understanding
is flawed in life.
Eisegesis is
unclean, you will die.
Not fed,
torn from faith
by men of
fierce hypocrisy.
Deny
his gentle guidance,
ignored
his call to service.
The failure of men
with empty structures
lay blame upon
the unaware,
to accuse of
blasphemic ignorance.
Convinced we'll go
at the taking away,
laughter at
the uninterred.
Your mouth is dry,
it never shuts.
Venomous bile
drips from the teeth
of your greedy maw,
molten hate called
love flows down walls
built on platitudes.
Slammed shut.
