Slow Acting Poison
by Be Not Idle In Preparation Of Thy Doom
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Slow Acting Poison CD-r
Slow Acting Poison was recorded during the doomed months of April-September 2008, completed shortly before the ignorant masses of the world suddenly came to realise that you can't keep spending what you don't fucking have. In a world where people can get rich by spreading lies and betting on the consequences, your stupidity is the seed. Fertilised by the same shit you fail to recognise as your own. Reaping this financial mess, this fruit of the gloom becomes a reminder of what you have sown. Happy now?
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UNTITLED
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Fallout
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Anti...
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Detoxificiton
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A Departed Friend
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released 27 October 2009
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One of the last graduates of the University of Paisley before it became the "University of the West of Scotland in Paisley", ... more a Social Worker, Adept of the Temple of Set, Cosmonaut of the Esoteric Order of Beelzebub, and Paisley's finest black ambient hellscaper. less
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Nov 2010
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- Track Name: A Departed Friend
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A Departed Friend
by Robert Tannahill
STOP, passenger-here muse awhile:
Think on his darksome, lone abode,
Who late, like thee, did jocund smile,
Now lies beneath this cold green sod.
Art thou to vicious ways inclin'd,
Pursuing pleasure's flow'ry road?
Know -- fell remorse shall rack thy mind,
When tott’ring to thy cold green sod.
If thou a friend to Virtue art,
Oft pitying burthen'd Mis'ry's load;
Like thee, he had a feeling heart
Who lies beneath this cold green sod.
With studious, philosophic eye,
He look'd thro Nature up to God --
His future hope, his greatest joy,
Who lies beneath this cold green sod.
Go, passenger -- revere this truth:
A life well spent in doing good
Soothes joyless age, and sprightly youth,
When drooping o'er the cold green sod.
