O Congregants, listen to our offering to Mother Glass, Her Grace We Consume, that through her we may receive sacred rain from The Sky That Provides. Consume The Mother, Renew The Cycle, Saghul-A Sum- The Sky Will Provide!

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A brief sermon from Manos, the Hand of The Sky...

We Are The Holy Flood
Drowning Your Sorrow
In The Tears Of Reverie
From The Sky That Provides

Mother Glass Is Soon To Shatter.
What A Sight To See Her Shards Fall.
Worse Yet To Hear Her Crack Before Crumbling.
Pray To The Sky With Me That She May Be Brought Back- Piece By Fragile Piece...

Mother Glass & The Chrysalis will be released October 11th on our Bandcamp and other major platforms.

In echoes of thunder, six boys played
Given their hearts a promise conveyed...

You say your world is collapsing... Good. Let it collapse, and have the courage to shed your tears...

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Come little children, gather about,
Listen to this sermon while you're walking out.
Admission is free, so pay us at the door-
Take what you need and then give us more

What if each one of us is always dreaming, even when awake?

Have you already forgotten?

The hour of invocation draws nearer, o congregants...
On June 30th, our first offering will become available so that you may join us in worship. Join us, as our sermon is prepared...

Watch The Sky ...

Can you hear it? The Sky calls to me. The tears call to me. The agony of relief. Saghul-A Sum, The Sky Will Provide

The hymn rehearsed, the blessing confessed. Saghul-A Sum; the Sky will provide.

The water drowned the tears of our God, and now we pray for the Sky to open up and let the rain bless us with Its suffering; so that we may know what it is to become the divine. Saghul-a Sum, The Sky Will Provide.

I heard the raccous laughter of Mah Adaab pouring into me, and I understood the rain, speaking of exaltations and prophecies and revelations. They scream in my slumbers with prognostication and malesiction. I open my skull to whistle their lamentation songs. Saghul-a Sum, The Sky Will Provide.