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Shai Hulud - Misanthropy Pure
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Shai Hulud - A Human Failing
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Shai Hulud - Anesthesia
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Shai Hulud - Be Winged
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Shai Hulud - Being Exemplary
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Shai Hulud - Beliefs And Obsessions
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Shai Hulud - Beyond Man
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Shai Hulud - Chorus Of The Dissimilar
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Shai Hulud - Cold Lord Quietus
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Shai Hulud - Eating Bullets Of Acceptance
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Shai Hulud - Ending The Prepetual Tragedy
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Shai Hulud - For The World
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Shai Hulud - Four Earths
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Shai Hulud - Given Flight By Demon's Wings
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Shai Hulud - Hardly
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Shai Hulud - If a Mountain Be My Obstacle
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Shai Hulud - If Born From This Soil
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Shai Hulud - In The Mind And Marrow
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Shai Hulud - Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams
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Shai Hulud - Linoleum (Nofx Cover)
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Shai Hulud - Man Into Demon: And Their Faces Are Twisted With The Pain Of Living
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Shai Hulud - Medicine To The Dead
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Shai Hulud - Monumental Graves
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Shai Hulud - My Heart Bleeds The Darkest Blood
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Shai Hulud - Outside The Boundaries Of A Friend
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Shai Hulud - Profound Hatred Of Man
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Shai Hulud - Reach Beyond The Sun
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Shai Hulud - Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others
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Shai Hulud - Set Your Body Ablaze
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Shai Hulud - Solely Concentrating On The Negative Aspects Of Life
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Shai Hulud - The Bonds Of Those Who Have No Understanding Of Co
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Shai Hulud - The Consummate Dragon
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Shai Hulud - The Creation Ruin
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Shai Hulud - The Mean Spirits, Breathing
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Shai Hulud - Think The Adder Benign
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Shai Hulud - This Song: For The True And Passionate Lovers Of Music
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Shai Hulud - This Wake I Myself Have Stirred
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Shai Hulud - To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades
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Shai Hulud - To Suffer Fools
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Shai Hulud - Two And Twenty Misfortunes
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Shai Hulud - Venomspreader
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Shai Hulud - We Who Finish Last
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Shai Hulud - When One Bests Defeat
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Shai Hulud - Whether To Cry Or Destroy
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Shai Hulud - Willing Oneself To Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven
We Who Finish Last
Shai Hulud
The stars do not shine here.
Be content to light your own path.
And burn what you have crossed-
The bridges were frail,
The people, pretended.
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Storm forth with the light of the inflamed.
Reclaim and ignite the sky.
Brightly to blind
Rip off the veneers enabling opportunists to thrive.
Dam the rise of grime and rats.
More sickening than a social circle that believes itself charmed.
Are the writhing droves of blow hards and yes men
Clamoring to slither in.
Stay sovereign on the outside.
We are who finish last, the unaffected,
Contrasting the wide and white.
We are who finish last-sound, indignant;
The iron to gleaming teeth,
The salt on saccharin.
We who finish last,
Proudly in their darkness,
Lit from within
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Glad hands grabbing for brass rings,
Painting their brinks gold.
Keen sycophants fitly scheming-
Furthering the feuds of their adored.
They have picked their enemies impeccably.
Very keen indeed.
And so siege the scorned...
We are naught but beds of thorns and dark horses,
Unwelcome guests who will just not mind their place-
A single musket ball to pierce and lodge inside
and lead the circle to crack.
We cast no shadow;
The stars do not shine here.
No genuine light to be found.
Only rays of cold, synthetic beams on a mock aristocracy,
So the vain and insecure can feel revered and cared for
For a cheap, fleeting moment.
Truly noble.
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Storm forth with the light.
We who finish last;
Proudly in our darkness,
Lit from within.
Conflict in the chest,
To be concerned for the needs of such heartless men.
