Dead hand gloved in stolen skin
A rictus mask, misaligned
A flayer of the young within
A human shell, malign
You gladly feed our children
Into the bloody maw
Of your cursed ambition
A wretch who believes in nothing
Choke on your own blood
Cheated of the prize
You sought as you climbed
Over the bodies of children
May your memory be a curse
An epithet against those who would
Trample over lives made worse
By your quest for power
You cloak your acts
In the language of caring
For children when it is children's lives that you steal
Choke on your own blood
A nameless grave is too good for you
May your memory be a curse
And may your name be spat upon
While you live
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released August 25, 2022
Written, performed, and recorded by Forest Bohrer
Additional vocals by Ivan Belcic
Mastered by Will Jameson
Illustration by Ivan Belcic
AOTY for me
Paradoxically, this is such a soft and soothing album. The way the guitars and synth are EQed and mixed create a plush, warm blanket of emotion. When I listen to the melodies and chord progressions, I feel a sense of security and respite. This is solace reified in sonic form. This is an immersion in painfully hot yet relaxing water. This is safety found within the unknown. This is...heavenly form honestly. One man's hell is another man's heaven I guess. benmoshin
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