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by Grooms of the Stool

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released February 10, 2015

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Grooms of the Stool Raleigh, North Carolina

Wikipedia defines the Groom of the Stool as the gentleman tasked with wiping a king's royal stink wrinkle.

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Track Name: Vestage of Vanity
Over whistling winds, through the sigh of the breeze.
It grows as the world is sunk into sleep;
creeping in corners and cracks of the past.
A record of riddles unable to solve.
Memories stretch, shivering before the dawn.

An anger nourished by their return, fresh with fury.
Their embracing arms seem so much stronger now-
An Entity that cant be ignored.

VESTIGE OF VANITY
Like something dead, but horribly alive.
The experience haunts me all the more.

Its lingering, soiled mind- wretched and sour.
With no escape to solitude; in hidden, everlasting arms.

BEAR WITNESS TO MY VANITY

Neglectred but not forgotten,
these whispering words wont cease or rest.
In constant calling- these spirits wail away.
Track Name: Coldlight Memory
Lightyears across this void- OVER EONS.
Globular clusters in the grip of solar winds
breathe into black clouds.

Our celestial Mothers
Molecules into patterns alive

In the shallows of solar systems,
On worlds without surface.
Born a family of suns

Unfold the drama of cosmic time;
As stars, ALSO, DIE.

BURNING INSIDE- at war with Self
Radiate Life away.

No eyes bear witness-
Primeval furnace opens to swallow whole worlds.
Interstellar Creation Evaporation
Track Name: Division Stairway
Choking on the ashes of the gone;
Mankind walks his world in mourning.
The soot covers realms beyond reason.
Forged by fears of insanity,
Marks its length to quicken my pace.

A PROMISE TO RETURN.
There are no divisions;
Out of the sun's light into sad places.
This is the Second Life.
Another begining.
The FIRST WAS FEEBLE WITH FOLLY.

All have a homesick longing-
For the sights and smells of life and the human voice.
Remembering to relive-
Waken from the dream.

A DARK STRANGER IN NEW SOUL UNLEASHED.
The sadness opens to let out the madness.

The horror is undenied.
And so i go on; painting the demons that dwell inside.

I took stairways that i'd never seen before-
And will never see again.
Traveling deeper inside myself;
I heard lulibies SING THE SOUL TO SLEEP.
Saw vivid images of nothingness-
Such sweet serinity in the ABSENCE OF ALL GOOD.
Track Name: A Most Unfit Soul to Sell
AND SO, THIS CALM SERINITY DRAINS AWAY TO OBLIVION.
ENTER INTO THE FOLLY, THE HALLS OF CONCIOUS PROSPERITY.
AWAY FROM BRITTLE SILENCE; FROM THOSE WILLING TO END OUR MISERY.
FAR FROM IMPRESSIONS OF ACCUMULATED AGONY.

In communion with self-expression,
how can you represent the loniliness?
Drifting away, among the scars;
Terrified for my own, MY OWN EXISTANCE.

Greet the dim midnight spector giving a hideous grin.
A portrait of decomposition-
The art of unfinished decay.
Earning its wealth of misfortune with fragile tokens of mine.

A MOST UNFIT SOUL TO SELL.

Overcome those- disturbing impulses wax and wain.
From fair golden daybreak to deep blue darkness-
MY DELIGHT MY DISPAIR
As the day is dying, a drink I'll pledge to the pain.
Memory...passing pleasure.
Track Name: They Feed on Your Light
Sick with that long tragedy, my senses are leaving me.

ANGEL SPECTORS- with hands of flame to light my way.
THE MEANINGLESS FORMS- offer to me no help;
Before the flame goes out.
My flickering soul in motion.

Strange places, familiar faces in the coals they glow.
Yet even in the grave, all life has not been lost.
-impressions of the tomb
-sad visions: such dreams are memories.

Forbidden things unclosed- eyes confirm the worst of thoughts...

To what fate awaits, when hope I have not?
An end of more than customary bitterness.

Soon sleep will over take, as I lay with the slime.
ESCAPE INTO THE ABYSS-
The terror of the well.