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I’m still forgetting everything that I knew that would take me there. “Store up your treasures now.” I hope you’re prepared. Your gift to fuel your efforts searching for the promised land, fed and full and sated by the blood on your hands; offering your followers a wealth of milk and honey, raping congregations, pleading penance with their father’s money. Every man, woman, and child, dragged slowly in single file. I’m a new bride defiled by the salt of your hand. Does he watch as his land decomposes? Tend his flock as they piss in the roses? Sow the seeds in our filth and our bile? Chew the roots as we wither and smile? I waited patiently to find peace in that very hope for martyrdom interwoven through so many, to rise in cherubic glee and take the bullet, to spatter and stain every holiest name. Plunged into this world in a vessel of sin, a wilted heart embedded in porcelain skin. My palace of decay behind Cheshire grin. Your perfect piece of paradise is so paper thin. Eternity with all of you? I’d kill myself again. Your motives bury every word that you say, a glimpse of heaven and you’d burn all of our bodies to light your way.
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eading down the bones divulges their host. I can still feel your shape in their ivory curve, dense and unflinching, guarding your heart from all but the erosion of time. Inevitable. The clouds grow like tumors in a density that mocks every effort to preserve a shred of joy. Immemorial. Time slows to a crawl. Push my teeth into the dust kicked up around me by a world unchanged. A constant tear in the horizon, unraveling a single thread. Every moment of bitter stillness punctuated by the words I wish I'd said. All I know is all I have. Ceremonial ties to formless deities. Malice woven through uncertainty and absolution. The joy in motion flips the switch on a torrent of kinder moments. Every blink of an eye, a reminder, a countdown, twitching away, forever approaching the inevitable. The veil of loss hangs heavy, its putrid air scrapes the length of my throat. I'd erase everything, give my every breath for the comfort of your presence. Tear me to ribbons. Don't leave me alone.
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the atmosphere burns from toxic emissions, and we keep getting murdered simply for existing. We are out on the cutting board to dissect and manipulate. radicalization does not take much for all, but provides much for all, and fruitless, spineless liberalism will only stand idle while we spiral down the same path. what good is a cage? what good is our blood running down drains? what does our suffering show? there’s no choice left but unite and grow. we are punished by capital we are written off as margins we are restrained in rhetoric we are all meant for something more don’t you know, you better run? poor people gonna rise up and get their share queer people gonna rise up and get their share black people gonna rise up and take what’s theirs a melody of deserving ringing through the ether deregulation, deforestation a stripping of rights upon first creation disgust unrivaled now. we are all on the precipice of being a victim, whether homeless in massive debt or dead in a casket. we are punished by capital we are written off as margins we are restrained in rhetoric we are all meant for something more for all the ones we’ve lost there is no choice left to make there is no time left to waste there is only one way out of this only one way out we will rise and we will get what we deserve for every broken soul for every stolen life an acknowledgement must be made an atonement and life must be celebrated even when in despair even when lost

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released February 20, 2024

Side A - rotting In dirt
"Persecution Fetish"
"You or a Loved One"

rotting In dirt is: Jacob Beeson, Adam Caudle, Lark Schuster, Chris Vargas, Joey Yengle
"Persecution Fetish" and "You or a Loved One" performed and written by rotting In dirt
Lyrics to "Persecution Fetish" and "You or a Loved One" written by Lark Schuster
Additional vocals on "Persecution Fetish" by Nat Lacuna (The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir)
"Persecution Fetish" and "You or a Loved One" engineered, mixed, and mastered by Jacob Beeson

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Side B - The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir
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"Brightly Lit For Bad Decisions"

The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir is: Aaron "Sleve" Cooler, Aaron Givens, Tanner Jacob Hamilton, Nat Lacuna
"Brightly Lit For Bad Decisions" performed and written by The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir
Lyrics to "Brightly Lit For Bad Decisions" written by Nat Lacuna
"Brightly Lit For Bad Decisions" features an interpolation from "Talkin' About A Revolution" by Tracy Chapman
"Brightly Lit For Bad Decisions" engineered and mixed by Chris "Scary" Adams at Hidden Audio in Savannah, GA
"Brightly Lit For Bad Decisions" mastered by Jacob Beeson

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Artwork done by Bitz Ofir
Layout done by Nat Lacuna
Vinyl done by Forward Press in Gainesville, FL
2024 - Salvaged Records - SR023

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