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Seven Days of the Weak

from Slutet (Compilation, 2015) by Slutet

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DAY 1. SIRENS WAIL IN WEIRD, LOW FREQUENCIES, VIBRATING THE HAIRS ATTACHED TO SOMETHING WEAK AND DYING, UNAWARE OF ITS OWN RAGING SICKNESS. MIGHTY TEMPESTS ABROAD THE HORIZON GATHER TREACHEROUSLY IN STRENGTH, AND BENEATH THE CRUST, THE FIRES SCOLD THE EARTH'S FOUNDATION. SOME FEEL THE EARTH'S CORE SHIVER, AND THE STENCH OF WARM BLOOD; MOST, HOWEVER, FEEL SOME OTHER SHIT. BUT ALL IS SILENCE. THIS IS THE DAY THEIR LORD RESERVED FOR SACRED REST, WHICH IS BITTERLY SARCASTIC BECAUSE TODAY, NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEIR PRECIOUS LORD... "TODAY WE'RE ALL HAPPY AND TODAY WE LAUGH; TODAY, WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS LORD; TODAY THE LORD CAN NOT DO A SINGLE THING FOR US! SO WE BRING DISGRACE OVER OUR LORD'S WORD". THE FIRST DAY IS THE DAY OF SILENCE.

DAY 2. A NAUSEOUS STORM WHIPS THE GLOBE INTO FURY AND MADNESS; MOLOTOV COCKTAILS THROWN IN ARROGANT FACES. HUMAN FEET TRAMPLE THE BODIES OF THE POLICE; THE SCENT OF FUCKED HUMAN MEAT AND WARM ASPHALT. THOUSANDS OF BLACK SCREENS REPORT FROM THE FRONT LINES OF THE FINAL CATASTROPHE. THE MOB MOVES LIKE SCARED CATTLE, CHASED LIKE COWS INTO THE ABATTOIR. SKYSCRAPERS STAND AS IRONIC MONUMENTS OVER THE COMPLETE FAILURE AND DISRUPTION… THE WORLD LEADERS JOIN HANDS IN THE FOURTH CIRCLE OF HELL.

ONLY THE CACOPHANY OF THE HORNETS AND LOCUSTS SHALL SOUND AT THE VERY END, ALONGSIDE THE NOISE OF DYING PEOPLE BLEEDING IN THE STREETS,

CURSING THEIR COUNTRIES, THEIR BELOVED FLAGS, CONDEMNING THEIR ORIGINS IN BITTER CYNICISM AND HOPELESSNESS; THEIR EYES OBSERVE THE PLANET'S OWN LITTLE 9/11… THE SECOND DAY IS THE DAY OF THE DOWNFALL.

DAY 3. THE TOTAL INDIFFERENCE OF THE EARTH TOWARDS ALL HUMAN LIFE BECOMES PAINFULLY APPARENT. SO, TRY TO BLOW YOUR HORNS - BLOW YOUR BRAZEN HORNS! ALL THERE IS IS SILENCE; THERE IS NO AIR LEFT... FROST WINDS FUCK THE EARTH UNTIL ITS CRUST IS ICE; THE THIRD DAY IS THE DAY OF CATASTROPHE

DAY 4. YOUR FACE IS A DEAD SUN PUKING BLACK RAYS INSTEAD OF WARM LIGHT ACCOMPANIED BY THE EERIE SILENCE OF MUTE PEOPLE DYING. THE FOURTH DAY IS THE DAY OF DARKNESS.

DAY 5. PILES OF HUMANS CONVULSE EPILEPTICALLY, LIKE INTIMATE LOVERS IN THEIR WARMEST MOMENT, SHUDDERING RETARDEDLY AT THE POETRY OF LIFE; THEY VOMIT WORDS IN EACH OTHERS FACES: THE SATIN BED OF THE WORLD, EMBROIDED WITH ALL IMAGINABLE BEAUTIES, IS DISCOLOURED WITH THE RADIANT BLOOD OF ALL BODIES SQUIRMING ON IT. THE FIFTH DAY IS THE DAY OF HYSTERIA AND THE FADING OF HOPE.

DAY 6. SIRENS NOW WAIL IN DISTURBING OCTAVES, DEAFENING THE EARS OF ALL HOPEFUL CHILDREN. TERROR AND DARKNESS FOLDS IN THE ROBES OF TOMORROW: THE WISE START THEIR SOBBING REPENTENCE WHILE FOOLS STILL LINGER IN PASSIVE STATES OF TERROR. "FAST NOW! NOW WE NEED OUR LORD AT LAST!” CHOOSE YOUR FINAL SOLACE; PRAY TO WHATEVER SHIT GOD THAT PROMISES THE MOST PLEASANT PARADISE! IF THERE IS ANY DIGNITY LEFT IN THE HUMANS, MAY IT ALL DRIVE US TO SUICIDE. THE SIXTH DAY IS THE DAY OF DESPAIR.

DAY 7. THE AURA OF ALL HUMAN ACHIEVEMENT GROWS DIM; MOTHER NATURE STRANGLES HER OWN THROAT...
DEN SJUNDE DAGEN ÄR SLUTETS DAG.

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from Slutet (Compilation, 2015), released April 1, 2015

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