I by Malguist

This recording is the final product of a collaboration occurring in the Summer of Two Thousand and Twenty Two, forming sonic terrain on which to prognosticate facets of demise.  We endeavored to nourish ourselves, but there is room at our table. 
Don’t Pray.  No self serving divine contrivance will save us.  Embrace decimation.  An Illusory Apex.  Christ just keeps on dying and we aren’t too far behind.  AI will not love, pity or help us.  We are a threat, and will be handled as such.  Savor the irony that the “Artificial” Intelligence ushering oblivion is more real than any God ever was.  Ha.  We are barely out of the jungle and on our way to the heap.  Next.

Knife Hits Records. Independent heavy punk music.

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