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Sanctus Obeliscus

Am                          F                   C        
Crisp and clean against the dark and muddy blue sky
Am                          F                  E7
The air is stagnant and the breeze is burnt tonight
F              C
Oh I know, and lord, I can see
E7                                  F        Am
What this charismatic rectangle is doing to me

Her call came like a thunder so radiant and pure
Frigid lines through the surging brine
I knew then that I was impure
Sanctus Obeliscus, I stand agape
With all of my companions, asleep until we wake

A word suspended in between the meaning and saying
Searing blade that cuts the stagnant, putrid braying
Oft derided monolith, how they’ll cry out in the dark
When they see you fly over the flowers of central park

Bright eyed boys, you are only the grist
She is the millstone, the balled up fist
You will come to understand the world is made of glass
She is just the stone that had to, lord, had to be cast

Crisp and clean, shaking apart the brittle sky
Fall out of your broken mouth, now close your eyes
For I know, and I can see
The future that is coming, and I am free

I know, and I can taste
The metal ozone in the air where my future waits

Song Notes

You ever read N.K. Jemisin's "The Fifth Season"? You ever listen to Lemon Demon? You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? You ever pray for the end times? Anyways, "bright eyed boys you are only the grist - she is the millstone, the balled up fist" is the hardest line we have ever or will ever write and it's freeing to know you've peaked early. Also, this may have been some nascent kelp cult nonsense, because now that we are trothed to a spirit who embodies the rot of the world it really does feel like perhaps we were seeing her before we knew she was there. Things to think about!

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