Illusory

from Split with The Ox King by Thieves

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The secret words are buried deep, our minds trapped in panes of glass. A basin roiling with nightmares; omens of doom swirl within the water. Dreams, hearts, and hopes bought and sold; our lives split open and weighed. Thousands lashed to the yolk of passing grief. Millions given over to fleeting shadows in the whorls. Entranced by the specter of death, swept into rivers of suffering. Sorcerers weaving webs spun from gold - they loom ever clutching for more. Lured by the scent of despair, Thirsting for the ichor of judgment, you’ve played right into their grasp, snared by hands you cannot see. You’ve sewn the cloth around your eyes. The world outside crumbles as you squabble. Now is the hour of your undoing. Voices entwine, “All is lost, all is lost.” Your blindness has sealed your fate.

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from Split with The Ox King, released August 11, 2018

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