Music: '_N-▲-N-F_' by Amalec Poem: 'An Odd Feeling' by Nullus - http://abnormocracy.com/2020/07/26/an-odd-feeling/ A rhythmic mechanical hum of cold stale air, Gnawing at his spirit like a greedy rat, His ecology gauged by levels of despair, These miracles of frivolous convenience, Have made him lazy, flaccid, indifferent, and fat. He trudges along a useless destination, Mimicking the movements of others at his side, These lurking suspicions of alienation, This relentless humming hammering at his mind, In some obscure cubicle where he feels no pride. Monitors hypnotize reminders of his guilt, Any attempt to question is harshly rebuffed, In a civilization his forefathers built, Pushing him deeper into capitulation, Rising from his workspace jail he proclaims, enough! Vigorous zeal encapsulated in one word, Ignoring their vile vitriolic exchanges, He’s transcending the evil, ugly and absurd, Purging this stigma and finally going free. As this journey for his identity rages. Every awakening requires clarity, Confidence of the transparent and explicit, Loving one’s people unapologetically, Invigorating his body, healing his soul, He’s found his family within his bio-spirit.

***This will be on the "Meming Of A White Christmas" album which will be available for purchase at https://www.whiteartcollective.com​ ! All money raised from this will go to a good cause to help support those in our community who are struggling. The poem is available on my website http://abnormocracy.com/2020/12/11/th...​ Thank you Birovius for your valuable feedback and patience. ------------- Among the whispers of a cold winter breeze, A solitary recluse with a heavy painful pace, Betrays years of repentance rattling his knees, Climbs a precipitous road seeking a more sheltered place. He desperately struggles to capture his breath, Clouds of mist reveal the heat of long forgotten passion, Seasonal reminder illustrating death, His memories have dissolved into obscure abstraction. A soft thump from above revives his senses, Reticent shadows of hope descend from snow-covered trees, Momentarily lifting his defenses, The hermit detects a tattered parcel in the debris. Stained wrapping matches the hermit’s weathered coat, Both man and parcel secured with the same knotted frayed twine, Familiar script written in smeared ink on a damp note, Devout prayers to Saint Christopher beseeching the Divine. He kneels to cradle this forsaken parcel, An undelivered wet package of crumbling charity, A snow-globe reveals the crystalline sparkle, Of misguided orphaned lights seeking sublime certainty. Every shake presents a new discovery, Time and space encapsulated in stained glass and liquid, For a man without children or legacy, A simple message of faith and redemption transmitted. Carefully placing the globe in his satchel, The tired hermit continues his solitary journey, Heavy the burden, every step a battle, A snowstorm grows treacherous with every howling flurry. Carrying the sound of an infant crying, Enveloping cyclones pointing to his destination, Will-o'-wisp aspirations for the rising, Glimmering vibrant globe of infinite revelation. Chimney smoke blending into a diamond mist, A peaceful reprieve from the surrounding ferocity, Small and empty manger embodying bliss, Promise of restoration through maternal chastity. Ponderously setting orb in the manger, Fulfillment of promise manifest solitary mime, Voice of perfection whispers to the stranger, This rare gift of devotion was in your soul all this time.

Initially inspired by Amalec's song, 'Sun In Time' Music: 'Thunder and Light' by Amalec Poem: 'Sun In Time' by Nullus - http://abnormocracy.com/2020/01/11/sun-in-time/ Everyman, this slumber is emptiness. Arise! Stand by your kinsman’s side! Everyman, alone in the wilderness, March now! Hoist your banner with pride! Word is out for all men to assemble, It’s time for you to heed the call! The rhythm of this beat makes them tremble, Vanquish these beasts once and for all! Grind your great axes and sharpen your swords! This fight may be our final stand, Let it be known as history records, We lived as honor would demand! Besieging our homelands on every shore, Scores of beasts brutal and cunning, Inhumanity defining their core, As their masters hands are rubbing. No appeasement, settlement, or accord, Submission carries certain death, Fight until the old order is restored, Charging at them with your last breath, Glory for those in our fraternity, This sacred calling is sublime, Our great nations stand in unity, As dawn proceeds the sun in time!

Awaiting Dawn Remix: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3qH4...​ Original Music: '_N-▲-N-F_' by Amalec - https://soundcloud.com/amalecab/n-a-n-f​ Poem: 'An Odd Feeling' - http://abnormocracy.com/2020/07/26/an​... A rhythmic mechanical hum of cold stale air, Gnawing at his spirit like a greedy rat, His ecology gauged by levels of despair, These miracles of frivolous convenience, Have made him lazy, flaccid, indifferent, and fat. He trudges along a useless destination, Mimicking the movements of others at his side, These lurking suspicions of alienation, This relentless humming hammering at his mind, In some obscure cubicle where he feels no pride. Monitors hypnotize reminders of his guilt, Any attempt to question is harshly rebuffed, In a civilization his forefathers built, Pushing him deeper into capitulation, Rising from his workspace jail he proclaims, enough! Vigorous zeal encapsulated in one word, Ignoring their vile vitriolic exchanges, He’s transcending the evil, ugly and absurd, Purging this stigma and finally going free. As this journey for his identity rages. Every awakening requires clarity, Confidence of the transparent and explicit, Loving one’s people unapologetically, Invigorating his body, healing his soul, He’s found his family within his bio-spirit.