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The Spiked Boot

by Rage Inducer

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1 Tonight I take My last steps Without pain The gun The crowd My prayers Become screams 2 They surged through the streets Of Phnom Penh Evacuating us To break up the enemy Spy organizations And prevent Americans from bombing us That’s when we began To realize When we saw the preventable deaths On the long march They weren’t saviors Taking our children To the chankiri tree To swing them against it Breaking them Preventing revenge For what would happen next 3 And every holiday, every missed birthday I can’t stop myself from remembering father The way he stumbled but stayed upright Those deep creases in his face, his bared teeth The way he tried to keep the pain from showing But was betrayed by his body, and the despair The urgency, the defeat, and the love in his glare As he made his way toward me, dragging his feet through the mud While everyone else kept a safe distance, and I turned away I turned my back on my father in his final days, his last few hours He died in plain view of everyone, and when my mother wept, begging for his body to be returned, clutching my baby brother to her chest, the soldiers laughed And shouted, and some of them continued laughing when one ripped my brother away from her protection Grabbing his tiny leg wrong, ferociously, dangling him, and from his shrieks you could tell the bones were dislocated or worse Then the man swung my brother against the timbers of the empty food stall Again and again before tossing him on the ground for his buddies to stomp They held her down, my mother, in that muddy square, forced her to watch Me lick the blood and bits of brain tissue from their Russian-made boots That was the moment I died for her, it was in her eyes then The things I did to survive didn’t stop there She killed herself later, only after making sure my sister got out, got far away, adopted with a new name in another country where none of us from home would ever be able to find her When my son was born every caress was one of blood squelching under my hand as I traced his features, sticky chunks of flesh rolling under my palm as I tried to comfort him Until one day I threw him to the floor, permanently crippling him Now I wander the streets, drunken, diseased, nowhere to call home I didn’t understand back then, but now I know my mother was right: I did not deserve to live. It should have been me who died. She was right. I should not have lived. I should have died.
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released March 31, 2020

John Edward Lawson: vocals, bass, guitars, synthesizers, samples, arrangement, production

Beta Monkey: drums

Sean Schulich (recording engineer Brian Pugh, mixing engineer Garrett Frierson): Flute on “The Spiked Boot”

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Rage Inducer is the post-doom horror soundtrack for a world ravaged by industrialized genocide. The project was created by author and photographer John Edward Lawson in late 2015. Given the worldwide popularity of genocide Rage Inducer draws from popular culture, despite being rooted in doom metal. ... more

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