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Goddess of Paradox (Tiamat Yawns Awake)

from Jihad (EP, 2017) by Slutet

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a song conceptually and symbolically about great goddess our queen inanna; a temple hymn to the patron saint of war and love. created in 2016.

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goddess of contradiction and paradox
absconds like mustard gas
over trenches and barbed wire
and plucks the roses of beauty and war;
her cock shone with blinding radiance
through the prism of a hundred ravaged vaginas;
she leashed her men in collars, sold her women as whores,
strangled the children in acts of love
and buried them deep in the graves of tradition
they had dug fiercly with their own hands...
they walked in chains, in lines,
psychotic, babbling, like madmen, like lepers,
or like amputees in field hospitals amidst the chaos of war
or novices of alchemy entrenched in mudpits of debt and misery
eager as fuck to find a way out, at last,
of the maze they have brick-built around themselves
and while the children wept tears of semen,
the men sought prosperity through means of spellcraft,
the women gave themselves away,
and the dogs were eager to mount them;
nothing but the bitter recollection of abortion -
the motherly despair of hugging farewell a miscarriage -
withstood the erosion of memory,
and she carved its memoir deep
on the steles of existential dementia and abandon
they subsequently rose
on the graves and on the tombs
of their beloved, remembered dead...
she fingered the harps whose strings snapped
and begot worlds which morphed
around the axis of madness and spiritual intifada;
her hands fingered the chaos vulva,
abyss of endless possibilites;
she, the bearer of iron, withstood it all
and declared war on the morality of society.
goddess of weirdness and ambiguity
whom casts her leather noose
and strikes with her thunders and weathers;
through that weird, disturbing static; existential white noise;
we float like spirits whose tempers been challenged
by obnoxious mediums, faux soothsayers,
so-called "psychics" pushing the borders
to something they do not at all understand;
we invite these people to swim
in the shark-infested waters
they falsely call turf;
at the behest of our own compass
we tremble within our very atomic structure
and we share the starlit sleep, the satin bed,
with Inanna,
the beautiful, the warring, and we wake up to the sound
and the smell
 of her fingering her luscious vulva.
she raises her wet hand to the sea, dripping -
Tiamat yawns awake.

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from Jihad (EP, 2017), released April 2, 2017

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