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Shai Hulud - Eating Bullets Of Acceptance
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Shai Hulud - Four Earths
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Shai Hulud - If Born From This Soil
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Shai Hulud - Misanthropy Pure
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Shai Hulud - Monumental Graves
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Shai Hulud - Reach Beyond The Sun
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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 - Ending The Prepetual Tragedy
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Shai Hulud - For The World
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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
Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others
Shai Hulud
This is sincere.
This is true.
Let this be my writ of misanthropy
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing.
Save the art of accusation.
Woe is he that feels compelled to pen.
Even one word of hatred.
I know the hate within passion
With which I love is a travesty.
Let this writ acknowledge these facts.
How I miss the warmth of red blood...
The color of pitch is cold and hard,
And its merciless to the tenderhearted.
How I miss the strength of red blood...
Its susceptibility to burn jet,
And the might to withstand a brutal scorching.
How I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood
To the gross advantage...
This blood must not go to waste.
All is not yet lost.
Take these words of blood ill-tempered.
Take these words and
Lut deep.
Lacerate the soiled flesh.
Impact the brittle bone.
And we all will bleed together.
May this blood pave the way to solution..
We have all been so wrong -
Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and behavior.
Reason is clouding,
Hearts are hardening,
And the result is murder.
This age is grave bound,
Likewise its aging successors.
Aging, all the while, descending -
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos.
Life among hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the fallen.
And man will continue to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example.
Chaos must succumb to order
Lest these days be numbered.
I cannot contribute to disarray.
I simply cannot relate.
Let this be my act of defiance.
Let this be my refusal to fit in.
Let this be my writ of anthropy...
