TRU KNOW TIME

With crowding around the chopping-block Midgard is slaughtered.

 

The Folk are cut down, far deep in their blood filthied,

deprived of all of their Rights, Honour, Truth and Life.

 

Our foes’ ridiculous lies sit stuck in layers of filth

and wish to pretend that resistance is futile; sat in useless,

spreading dumbness about that countries worth are set in guilt

all while self-defense is hollowed-eyed heckled open and causeless

 

Never trust any opinions to be valid in the War of all Wars.

 

It is burning here everywhere,

time to close the larders

as now the hardest age

stand us already in the doorway

 

Will grows in the towns which here have understood Realities.

 

Aim now our foe towards the grave and write down boundary-lines.

 

TRU come with the uplifting strength and might

and lacks a counterpart ― Raising now the long awaited:

 

MIDGARD, FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS UNIMAGINABLE PARASITED AND USED

THROUGH OUR FOES FILTHY WORK WILL ARISE NOW! ―

TO BE US ALL FINALLY CLEANSED

 

UNITY.

 

TRU KNOW TIME.

 

ODIN OWNS US ALL.

 

ALL VALUE IS IN OUR LIVES.

 

VIET HAS THE RIGHTS FIRST AND FINAL.

 

THE PEOPLE OWN THEIR MIGHT IN THEIR COUNTRIES.

 

THE TRUTH IS UNDOUBTEDLY ALL FUTURE AND LAW.

LIFEOWNED!

But you, come here and right me to gladly become your wrongs.

Taking swings with swords aimed at your neck.

Slaying now your words without hold.

 

But you, with your head off you will shut it by yourself later on?

 

Killing all the insane’s dreams.

 

Killing doesn’t trouble me mentionable,

worse would be if this wasn’t done, with One,

for in the unknowing nothing is learnt

except for a piece of meat that will die.

 

Fully fooled will get killed

with the aged and worn inscription:

 

KNOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE

 

But see! This went uncurtailed home to nil experience.

 

Content with digging up justice for the unjust bastards

and want a grudge in being worst animal for pity.

 

(In a contemporaneously; hear the stinking retards

scream lies about their own attraction and full dignity.)

 

Have here emptyhanded freed the cultivated,

have in haste dug up violated non-years as they sow:

 

BELIEVE WHAT YOU KNOW.

 

But, that which is unwanted drags down that which is wanted:

scum rave so usefully and pigheadedly,

letting vexed be and very quickly search for more.

Lying unconscious and conscious.

 

 

 

Striking at life with a weak: “Possibly”,

to always use as an approvable excuse to throw:

 

KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW.

 

 

You,

who tear up easier by your executioner’s songs

than your own imposed and legitimated sorrows, listen:

We,

we do know that our world is decayed and everywhere raped

with control: Shaping defect normality’s, guilt unpaid.

You, it was done all too easily, that now must be said…

 

Let me now with sympathy mention something Obvious:

Refuse waste solace on what is hopeless.

 

Initiate immediately to work for The Choice and now;

 

KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

 

NEW TIME IS HERE.

 lifeowned

 

TO ADJACENT MEMORY

The most obvious for the wolf will stun the sheep.

 

Watching a killed winter sprout frozen in crap

thus recognizing the directly born down to be grave embraced

 

The poor young woods, now be they thick or thinly grown,

in a dingbat condition turning to their defiance

wherein withering itself takes all time; their crown…

 

Vulnerable,

so enigmatically agreeing with hardest experiences,

grown upon a boulder with the roots visible all around

of false conclusions; doubt, aversion, sorrow, weakness and miseries,

therein words mostly can offer up some old half measures for pity,

barely just enough to flatter with;

weak in Reality

 

These fully daydreamed danced on a night old ice ―

grossly favoured products so freed from virtue,

hold freedom in hope

for pitiful saving after evil deeds,

for youth’s dumbness wastes youths fire away

 

Real friends! Wounds come to be before suffering

and is rarely covered by the fact that done is done

where it is fought after to eat the thistles

and being most qualming thrall-food rolled in dirt;

there death will never come too soon

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KLAR MED DÖDEN I LIVET

 

(En omärklig skymt under lövvalvet: Gryningsimman rinner på stenarna.)

 

 

Skrider undanskymd genom (hithörande nategräs)

 

Kliver över en regnbäck (innanför ett mjukt dimregn)

 

Läser i regndroppar på nyponblom; (min egendom)

 

 

 

Är klar. Klarare än källvattens megin

 

Är klar över det döda med detta liv.

 

 

Klar. Hårdare än sorgens första tårar

Klar. Renare än äktad glädjes näring

 

Klar.

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TRU KNOW TIME (E-BOOK)

TRU KNOW TIME – 1 SIGFRIDSSON

NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) ISSUE II, 47

NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) ISSUE II, 47 – 1 SIGFRIDSSON