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Socialistica Nervosa

by Molest The Episcopate

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Oh what a day it would be! To sail a raiding ship into Christian waters Board their meek vessel, rape the chambermaids Raise the flag and toss the crew to the sharks Then joyfully be the bearer of grim tidings "Your captain was a hoax, you were steering in circles all the while!" Unfortunately for the enlightened 'Twill be a process a little sterner than such mere indulgence in fantasy For we confront an enemy with numbers outnumbering us And while the great majority of their numbers would meekly swab the deck The quartermaster and cannon ranks are viciously accurate marksmen of pornographic precision For whom the very act of plundering has become a reflex, unguided by cartographical assistance But no battle worth fighting ever had evenly-matched opponents Our greatest day will come when one of their famed allegories becomes a reflection of our triumph, of our will Our will to change the guard, a new David But no petty desert people and no slingbearing midget would lead such an army Not for we the undeceived, not for we of humanity since evolved A holy father's flagrant design flaws Are but an incentive to push forth and prosper But of course that's no justification What justifies is our own genetic majesty A better species than any true creator Could have conceived of, could have applied To a world supposedly his legacy Yet where the absolute majority live as pathetic knaves Ho ho! What a wreck, what a waste What a simpleton's lot, disaster was never so perfectly cruel But that's life, as it's set in a holy book Nevermind the translations, they all evoke the same essence One so foul, one so false, one so markedly flawed Yet so enchanting to the feeble that salivate Over it and its lies, so eager to be swindled That they'd get on their knees in a fellating pose We're gonna drop a little bit of reason on this mother It's what we do for a laugh And it's what we do for progress, hoh!
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Violent will of a cumshot conquest Bi-lateral, stains from two fluid banks In congressional rut lies the bane of the slut Holy writ as a hideous smut Stimulants as a ruse, to the jarring of stool Altered misperceptions be refuelled Fear being the host to the host with the most The alien virus and its ghosts The face in the clouds, dominating the bound Putting stock in the push for the crown Faultlines and crevaces, the terrain to penetrate Burrow through like an aquaforce pump Carve a dominion with a misfiring libido Take heed of the example he sets A new pornographer’s gift, the prescience in a mind of heightened sensations The best that could be said of a criminal pervert Race the race to the top, better to be giving Quick, blow, go! Slow and steady lies raped on the finish line Reaming the ass of a dream, the sculpted valvic warmer Rip up and tear down by the seam, the misfortunes of the godless Clean and douche out with a stream of disease-expunging prowess Sterilise the hyper-ovulating with a blade forged in lust Receive the gifts of a dream, unreal as it is urged Resist gametes in the cream, swallow not, swallow never Allow not the birthing rites of a culture spayed, obsessive Give rise to a Darwinian clamour for a sexual rage honoured
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Lady of light, the julian right The fisted fearful stalked in the night And away from the scene walks whats-his-face-in-the-sky Heil! The grand rapist of our age emerges All too familiar to a half-rational observer: No doubt she may have enticed him, lead him astray But why should we spare any man or creation thereof Who can't flick the safety on their genital-weapons And yet the verdict is not acquittal But permanent freedom from being tried No witnesses, no passers-by. No prosecution, no case to speak of. A multiple millenia's worth of tears The legacy of nobility to the world The blood-curdling cries of ‘rape!’ Stifled by those of the faith Bring it on "Fit them all in!" she laughed “I vow that I'll carry each load And still smile at you above" Sodomised empress empiricism The jewel of delight, of unrivalled insight How could regency like this be cast to the dogs? This wench deserves suitors, not rapists! The regina's court is a kangaroo cockjob Any little girl's dream of princessness is shattered and spat on
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Mmmm-hmmm-mutt in a pound of inflated import The posterwhore child of virtueless illiteracy Transmit words as an errant bastard of sodom Would snowball venerealism back into the mouth of the brash I allude To the shah of the rats As the dome of a cock Secretes slime unto meccum For the sandfaggot to slake A thirst, a craving for the spurt of a poor warrior And a prophet most sick, most throatgaggingly queer Praise be - master of the day of bondage! To the maze-dweller primed to lay them bended Submission, never more aptly interpreted A fitting motif for a people bound to be the bitch Open wide, the hadith is a watersport In a region so depleted of hydro-nutrients Oral development of a practise of soul-staining The unlearned awaits the fulfilment of the face-soaking Plebs of a dune-wide dungeon defiled Praise be - master of the day of queerness! Who would insist they starve before applying mouth to meat Who venerates the supping of his own porksword But would condemn to death he who put sword to pork and sup Emaciate and keep them free of the knowledge to liberate The scraggly dog howling to the crescent beyond the stars The pitcher's pitch, the sounding out of servants The catch chased into a corner and cajoled into cowering
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We can stand back ashamed at the history of a ghastly mistake Pay homage to a speculator – a crude predecessor to a faculty of thought Or we can dispose of it as we did slavery and bestiality before it Laugh it off in the unforgiving vaccuum of cultural time How quaint; we had imaginary friends and casual rapebuddies How cute; we turned to the desert for a moral hegemon And once we have indulged our good cheer, we shall smash it Unleash the glassblower as the force-de-terminal potency Pump through a cyclonical pressure blast – heat the mold to extremes To sculpt an amorphous civilization on a non-crystallized foundation And leave the dromedaries and their cavalry suffocating beneath To the future! We stand atop a glowing, fertile mass Two millenia too late, but the enemies of reason will lay vanquished Their congealing blood will be shimmering from the greatest depths of the glass O humblest sandworm, solipsistic and arrogant Choke on this shard, with contempt and vengeance we feed it O meekest camel, of the pitifully deformed flock We'll annex your lands, make them our theme parks Cast all man-made injunctions against pleasure into the annealing chamber Stunt the sprawl of silica, vitrify the mass before it consumes as a storm The vain, the viral, the vulgar – buried in glass The infantsick vomit of our species – buried in glass The revolting reverence of retard icons – buried in glass The laughable notion of a caliphate – buried in glass The star, the crescent, the crucifix – buried in glass The skygazing legacy of conmen – buried in glass The virgins, the prophets, the sin – buried in glass Islamochristiojudaism – buried in glass
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Such magisteria unknown by the natural order Transubstance, the leap by which the gate is opened But we speak not of gates beyond, but necklaces here and now As foreplay to moisten and allow a loosened anus Grope! A busted hymen as a yak-yielder Bethlehem's etymol. as a house of underformed genital fondling Lowly sacrament as a pre-cursor to an abuse of power Denial of purity-'til-age to commemorate the supper Without reservation it may be said of they of the Holy Roman Church "Your consecration supports the systematic rape of children" Vestments riddled with cumstains As devirginal orthodoxy is self-restored The pubic scarred at the point of high defilement By piercing cock, shedding blood and shadowing In the Eucharist, the paternal transubstantiated Naked and erect before the child in persona christi
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Spew, bitch! Like a biling lush The wipeout a silver standard of a foul disorder Rinsing the rankest hairs among us all And dousing the brightest fires Castrating the advanced among the species, a bio-misnomer In lieu of a god, ill-elevated men will thrive And propagate the commoner's gout Wretched be nirvana's mouth Wrecked be nirvana's pallate Ailing be nirvana's health Sledge-like be nirvana's stealth Thespian be nirvana's wow Feline be nirvana's mettle Canine be nirvana's jaw Wanting be nirvana's power Criminal, the exvisceral Gorging on sweat of men: indigestible As a man-made ill, socialistica The excretion of enslaved better nature And as paramount, the binge/release valve Of a weakling of constitution soured Insecured bowels as anthropic hell Puke the fables of an afterlife into now PURGE! Cop a faceful of churning gutrot While the plentiful becomes the squandered and the plundered gold Rip the seed from the most virile men Expectorate, just like the throat-slimed and the kneeling whore Replenish fuel as dictated by the anorexic Symbolised by the aesthetic of a camp survivor Bullying healthy, fattened bulls for the sake of ovines Demonise the demonstrably successful for a gutless ideal So that life and the world would be so perfect Hopeless, the nourishment reject Tenderising the hand that feeds Making herbivorous the prime animal Promoting mockery among the food chain Sit atop the fraudulent throne The weak of stomach for all to see Set above your betters at the mouth of the river As the waterfall flows down
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The shrine that lies at the end of the regal aisle Is a pussy, life's moistest cavity As befitting the aims of a man of his own heart As any felled beast, any shanked enemy Life's a bitch, so fuck the absolute shit out of it Leave it skewered and sleepy when done with it Then wake enabled with the bloodlust of a lion To face the woken beast once more You speak fondly of your crosses to bear, your heralding of weak pity as a virtue While you prostitute your deepest wisdom to the lowliest of man's advances I stand lush and ripe for the dissemination of a worldwide insemination Mossy and fertile in defiance of the traditions of the submissive I populate a one-man cult practising deep penetrative meditation From the mountains descend, up the mountains ascend again Deities transcended, surpassed with consummate ease Deoxyribonucleic nobility The apex predator in its most highly evolved form The modern antichrist, the union of heart and spine The capitalist, heart and spine made visible And given a seducing face with veilless eyes of diamonds A stare to strike you down cold Better-equipped than all the angels of old Whose old ways are stagnant and contraceptive Whereas I am a breath of fresh fucking air And a gobful of venomous spit

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The debut album for Molest The Episcopate

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released January 1, 2011

Engineered and mixed by Johnny Keirle @ The Asylym Studios

Mastered by Zeuss @ Planet Z Studios

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Molest The Episcopate Auckland, New Zealand

Cruel, cold and perverse, Molest The Episcopate employ a lurid, libertine approach to aggressive death metal. Formed in Auckland, New Zealand in early 2010, the quintet fuse blistering blast rhythms, serrated tech riffs, thunderous breakdowns and vulgar, spewing vocals. ... more

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