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Green pastures as far as the eyes could see, ones both flat and hilly able to be gazed upon. Foliage of all kinds, tall and short grass, shrubbery and bushes, flowers/roses/lilies, succulents, fungi, species of a vascular variety, weeds, and other eccentric beings having sprouted from within the soil. All commonplace staples in this fertile land, which bares fruit aplenty. It can’t help but do so. Extended out into infinity, seemingly never coming to an end. Acre upon acre, where even small distances seem like vast, incomprehensible pathways into the unknown. Out in the distance, dense clusters of trees loom into view, branches and leaves casting wide, looming shadows over the ground that they tower over. Bordering the sprawling grandiosity of the wondrous, wide open space. Strong, sturdy creations which boldly jut out from the surface of the earth, shading the smaller, more fragile and easily knocked over distant cousins that stand alongside them, sometimes clustered around their roots. Deciduous and evergreen alike are bunched together, such impeccable diversity, for the to the untrained, uncaring eye, they all look alike, but in all actuality, they are indescribably unique. And no two sectors of these proud beings is the same. Perhaps similar, but totally alike? Hardly. Not at all. Boldly, they stand. Like guardians, protecting their domain. Here, within their embrace, lies something alluring, sinister, possibly dangerous and foreboding, but also beautiful, exciting, primordial, and undeniably…right.
And if you wander far enough, you’ll see deep, mirror-like bodies of a mesmerizing, refreshing substance. Untainted, undisturbed by any manner of grotesqueness. Rife with a perennial purity, one that touches the very essence of the soul, something which goes beyond its mere practical uses (although these do not diminish it in the slightest). You peer into it, and it peers back. Much akin to an eye, turned out into the exterior, taking in the sights. And the sights, it enjoys. The way they bounce off of its delicate, ever-changing, serene, constantly mobile, and yet, oddly still, surface, only add to its seemingly endless charm. Drawn into it, you’d love to plunge into it. Be submerged within its damp embrace. Feel as if you are flying above, whirling around in the deep below. Uppermost peak and lowermost base converging into a point of infinite togetherness. Like that myth of old, you’re tempted to fall in. But not out of wanton adoration for thyself, no. More out of a hypnotic tugging that seeks to seal your fate, by being engulfed within this world within a world. All of that weight and pressure baring down on you, molding so perfectly around your form, making you conform to its wishes, even as you feebly attempt to make it do as you will it to. It has a mind of its own, doesn’t it? To hell with your ideas, your thoughts, your emotions. Perish in the streams and the lakes and the oceans, for they care not. Wash it all away, they will.
Turning thy gaze upwards, you peer up into that so close, and yet, so far, expanse of vibrant turquoise, stretching untold miles around this impossibly breathtaking celestial body, floating and suspended in a gaping void of untold, nightmarish, disjointed insanity, as well as countless emanations of inexpressible (yet, so eloquently and unequivocally expressed) allurement, grace, and magnificence, you feel as though you can touch it. Noticing the reflection of the great waters upon the protective covering that keeps the raging passion and burning intensity of the sun at bay, you wonder if you dip your hand in, will you be able to crack the sky from down here, even if just the tiniest bit. Of course, you cannot. How silly, such a notion is. Even under the bright, aqua tint, you can still catch glimpses of far greater phenomenon out there. Stars that shine from light years, having already died thousands of years ago. Nebulae that were born out of the orgasmic explosion and collapse of said stars. Or maybe the occasional rock fragment zipping by, burning itself out, seared into nonexistence, plunging itself, ecstatically, into death, disintegration, coming apart and thrilled by every second of it. Like a window into the frightening, fearsome, and tantalizing wilderness of the cosmic habitat that all resides on (on this plane, anyhow, but also, on another…one that is far more paradoxical and rife with carnage than the one we know to be “real”), you see all, watch all, perhaps even hear all. It’s right there, but at the same time, it will always elude your touch, your grasp. And maybe that is what draws you to it. The fact that you cannot feel it, roam around in it, or even begin to comprehend its many, many secrets, which are buried deep inside of regions that have no light, where life and death no longer have meaning.
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THE WAR WE ARE WAGING (IS A GUERILLA WAR)
Cowards go straight to Hell,
Have you even got a soul to sell?
Your master’s a pimp,
And you’re just a whore.
“Make it stop, make it stop!”,
No way, motherfucker, my
Bloodlust shall not be quelled.
Red shall stain the blueish hue,
There isn’t anyone coming to save you,
Here I am, drenched in your blood and gore.
I see you on the streets,
Walking and driving,
Disgusted as your heart beats,
A miserable gathering of putrid sores.
These hands will dig in your guts,
Pull your entrails out and
Rip your heart out, you fucking cunt.
Nothing but hate in my eyes,
Unhinged, I become, the more you
Carry on your lives.
Know this, dumb shits, you are
Forever and always despised.
Gladly, I’ll take your gun, and
Point it straight at your fucking face.
You’re wasting precious oxygen,
Nothing but a wretched disgrace.
I’ve got a noose ready,
Payback’s a bitch,
Don’t try running,
Just accept you’re going to get lynched.
Oil sprays all over your uniform,
And while it does, I’ll strike
Up a match; toss it your way,
Now I’ll watch you dance,
Go on, now, do it while all bloodied and torn.
It’s a ceaseless need, I have, to make you bleed.
Screams I’m deaf to, because it’s
High time you got what you had
Coming your way from the start.
Lying dead in the gutter,
Beaten down and torn apart.
I’ll raise my boot, so it comes down on your head,
And I proclaim right here, all of you deserve to be dead.
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Humans will cry and cry when abortions happen, but gladly consume veal and starve out little calves and piglets who need the milk of their mothers to live.
Fuck your fake-ass compassion, and fuck you if you think eating babies and their source of food is ok. I hope you burn.
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AND IT WAS HARD SWIMMING ONCE (NOW YOU'RE DAILY DIVING IN)
I let it in,
And now it refuses
To ever go away.
Stupid, stupid, now its iron
Fist grips my windpipe; I
Can’t breathe any longer,
And it’s become so hard to think.
To its whims, I am subject.
Loyal servant to this monster, is
Now all I am.
Within the very depths of
My core, right where my
Soul resides, its teeth are gnawing
Ceaselessly at my essence,
Demanding more and more
Of me to feast upon.
A jealous god, it’s a ravenous thing.
In what would’ve been my
Moments of serenity, I am
Reduced to a twitching mess. It
Hisses twisted words and promises bittersweet
Lies. I should hate it; in fact, I do. But it
Will never simply leave me alone.
Goddamnit, I can’t sleep, and
Even if I could, it’d
Do me no good; close my eyes,
Just to be shocked awake
By the hunger of the vampire
Lurking in my stinking guts.
I’ve got to keep it satiated.
But that’s the trick, isn’t it?
The damn thing will never
Come close to being full.
My life, it wants to take,
Swallow me whole, devour
Everything that comprises
Who I am. A cancer, a virus,
Hell bent on greedily lapping
Up whatever’s left of my
Dying remains.
Jesus Christ, I can feel it
Making incisions, tongue
Licking whatever leaks out.
Its greedy mouth suctions to
The wound, sucking out
All that drains from the
Dagger that it shoves
Over and over, delighting
In the spasms that wrack
My bones. Fuck, it’s
Tearing away chunks
Of me.
An ever present tyrant,
Its watchful gaze
Necessitates that all is
Filtered through its
Needs and wants, so I
Can selflessly serve its
Narcissistic ends, never to
Deny the appetite, its
Wicked lust. Totalist
Buried deep in my veins,
It’s not going to rest
Until I subsume my Self
Right into its very depths,
Jettisoning all of my essence
Into its cold, icy, strangling
Hold, until all of me is a
Part of it, never able
To be separated.
Leave…
Wishful thinking, I know…
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The Holy Trinity
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If ya feelin froggy, then leap
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Fuck animal cruelty
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If you fuck with the unseen Holocaust that is the meat industry, then I don't want to talk to you
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EAT SHIT
You tell me to give a fuck,
But all I can do is give a fuck less.
I don’t hear your hungry cries if protest,
No signs within me of any kind of distress.
How can I make you understand
That I’m not here to save you,
And grab you by your outstretched hands?
You fill me with disgust,
Please go away and rot.
When I’m amidst your kind,
All I nooses for miles,
Necks bound in tightened knots.
I’m not anything like you,
Commonalities numbering zero we share.
Your cause and freedom is not mine,
So therefore, I don’t fucking care.
Bread, bread, amusements and games,
Is that all that goes through your
Empty head? The most inane desires,
Vulgar wishes for more of the same.
You should all be tossed upon funeral pyres.
I grow weary of your presence,
Your frustrating arrogance,
Thinking you won’t have to pay your
Penance, even though you, pious as you
Are, speak constantly of repentance.
Slaves by nature; even if the shackles
Were taken off, you’d still be
Miserable, sleepwalking scoundrels.
As everything you love comes apart,
I sit back and cackle,
Entirely unmoved by the bitter tyranny
Of resentful wastrels.
Dictators, every one of you
That is all you are.
Soulless bodies conspiring to
Form an iron fist, plunging
Into the depths, instead of rising to the stars.
Eager to be masters, yet
Born with the mentality of serfs.
Your idols are false, you’re
Nothing but teeming cowards,
And you’ll all eventually get what you deserve.
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LES 150 PASSIONS MEURTRIÉRES
Is this what you wanted,
Do you feel superior?
That forbidden lust of yours,
Quenched, art thou murderous
Passions? Or doth thy throbbing
Not cease to be just yet?
Sickening, spiteful bastard,
O’, how I wish to
Cleave you in two.
Butcher and skewer you in
Much the same manner as those
Trophies hanging from meat-hooks,
Probably to arouse thy fiendish
Cravings.
Insatiable, you cannot seem to
Get enough of the sensation.
“Unholy forefathers of man,
Deliver me unto temptation”,
You giddily sing.
But your ancestors are nor
Here tonight; but I am,
I’ve come; it is your
Neck I wish to wring.
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NO PEACE IN HELL
It’s a never-ending war,
This game we play.
Antithesis and thesis,
Colliding with each other,
Never to find any sort of
Solace in our presences.
You follow me around,
Haunting me, stalking
My every move.
As a result, I’m forced
To beat you back,
Demanding through force that
You stay the hell away.
Once your grubby hands
Reach my skin, then it’s
Game over, and now I’m one of you.
That’s what you want,
But it’s not what you’ll get.
Sink to your wretched level, I
Never shall. You won’t get the
Ending you so crave to
Meet me, you miserable
Bunch of resentful cretins.
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All
Commies
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Bastards
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The Process of Weeding Out
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Cries of Pleasure, Heavenly Pain
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Y.A.B.
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KEEP FUCKING TALKING, AND GET YOUR HEAD SPLIT
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"Ecofascism" doesn't exist
Fascists don't give a flying fuck about ecology, don't lump me in with those fuckin goons
Read some fascist material every once and a while, you might actually learn something
And don't let commie bullshit scare ya, either, cuz they fuckin hate the environment more than anyone, and don't like it when folks stick up for Mother Nature
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