one was the master one was the slave they were one and the same now one day fresh whipped and beginning to bleed the slave defiantly quipped which one of us hits the higher heights of being the master was struck and paused in conceit took another uncertain breath staring down at his feet said why me of course I force my voice to be heard I take control of my grip and I choke the absurd but the makes insane sense the slave animates for when you bend your knee in shame I’m bending mine out of reverence and in hearing that the master got giddy in oblivion opaque naked and obscene he became the slave looking up to see a mere silhouette in a cruel cathartic sunbeam where a deficit of reason and inability to receive creates a personal purgatory and a self-induced quarantine the master struck the masterstroke why wait for the catalyst or resign to hope but the slave agrees yes I long for release but see unlike you I’m in complete control of my servitude
BLIGHT. Records head Benjamin Schurr's latest gloom-pop outing as Ruah shows the project's growth. Sales benefit Planned Parenthood. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2022