The filthy flour is milled bitterly down among the Aesir-betraying scum Blood-letted, wronged, all that is foul! Truth forgotten, all high forced to dream! . Imitate not the dead eternelles, you sorrowseeds! Raise not your tearfilled voices to a false comfort around those soiled words of impermanence Quelled spikes shall die! DIE! DIE! DIE! . Lowest … Continue reading GROWTH OR BE DAMNED