A Short Story about a song, and a demonic creature, a demonic voice, a guttural cry, the mistake of a man, and the brutal war that transpire.

A Short Story abot a song, and a demonic creature, a demonic voice, a guttural cry, the mistake of a man, and the brutal war that transpire.

CRYING VIA MUTED DESPERATION

Crying via Muted Desperation is the direct, visceral and unrelenting blackened death metal, a proper B-side war metal to explore a violent, inescapable vortex ferociously flowing into doom by turbulent currents the narrator can't avoid wanting to face head-on, as has already done multiple times, yet he's even more affected by one single opportunity in which a demoic voice shouted at him that not only wasn't he needed, but was the reason the demonic creature struggled against the flow.

The narrator got away from the sea and far from any river, deep into the woods and meditated. Soft fluent warm winds now replaced chaotic, powerful water currents. The demonic creature and him had had many battles before they walked together, but for past and present they trusted the judgment of the other, and it always gave them perspective. This violent scream should be recognized as such: the demonic creature enacted their agency while he reverted to default, rushing into danger to save, oblivious to the fact that his presence meant now the two of them were nearing death. Now, instead of having access to every escaping effort, the demonic creature became obligated to rescue him first, and accept an honorific death.

The narrator praised the judgment of the demonic creature and found her visceral reasoning logically sound. The demonic judgment was mostly right from gut or instinct; his mastery on battle and his experience in translating affects into pictures, into poems, into language, into touch, made them unselfishly bigger than the sum of the two: a new agency emerged and was continuously sustained. Whenever they felt, whenever they thought, whenever they touched, another consciousness elevated each extended mind by extending it through the other's. They were three, but how to sustain an agency emergent from two bodies enacting cognition in tandem when each body craves a different flow?

After years of traveling, meditating, and forging an virtual image of the demonic creature, fed by deep knowledge, but flawed, incomplete knowledge nonetheless, to sustain a phantasme of that great supra cognition once emergent in communal flux, he came back.

The demonic creature resulted gravely wounded. The narrator started to recognize his misjudged approach when the demonic creature, not shouted, not screamed, yet with her demonic voice she invoqued an spectral guttural cry that was later reconstructed by experts as saying: "YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME! FOR DEAD!"

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This war metal blackened death track explores the dynamics of a warrior incapable of rest, condemned to be forever at war by hearing the demonic voice's cries while accepting its truth, conflicting upon the new ontology of the demonic creature that voiced her demonic cried of condemnation.

Demonic voices, forever wounded into the narrator's will, contrasts with the demonic creature herself. Having lost by being abandoned, lost as well the lust for battle, her trauma made her righteous, unlike her angry, violent, adventurous natural ways. She comfronted defeat, and the realization of her ultimate impotence prohibited her for reclaiming the cirtual image of the meta-self emergent in the beatiful flux of complementarity.

The song expreses affective consonance through the voices, the multiple guitars representing the tripartite perceived traitors, battling in a semi uncontrolable chaotic musical ensemble, directed only by a nonstop drum rythm accompanying the whole war until it's resolution: every one wanting the other to adapt to their newest self, so they can attain what's lost by years of separated growth? An incredible well interpreted unsurpassable impasse perfectly performed by the band dropping their brutal speeds to perform for us so we get affected, so we get move as the realization of impossibility covered their worlds with certainty.