Written and recorded for the Record Every Month Challenge in September 2025

The beginning soundbite was my attempt to record a seething pile of maggots nom-nom-noming on a critter of indeterminate identity off the side of the road. Cleaned it up, slowed it down. It's not that effective, I know, but you get the picture…

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cleared out some mental clutter and wrote this to finish the job. Remembering Alaska.

Father of the Poor Verse 1: Father of the poor, here we stand before Your throne with our hearts—they’re all we have. Receive them, Lord; accept our praise, and pour out Your Spirit upon us all. Ancient of Days, we have searched the whole…

Bass, guitar, drums, Microfreak.