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.

OUTSIDE OF ASA-KNOWLEDGE

Our foes market their false words against our world;

shaping the weak and poor’s filth until their death.

 

Easily led hasten the scum towards impossible possibilities,

tied as unknowing down inside hidden provenances.

 

The silliest imaginable is made into normality to grab after

in your own limitless insufficiency that surely is very sufficient,

likely it is us given full meaningless to search there for more…

 

And the utmost weakest and poorest;

the already dead; outside Asa-knowledge,

paying here with highest imaginable price

inside their unpaid thralldom;

in the filthiest controlled suicide

into the most hopeless condition.

 

The foes blame what they dragged down to their equal, then the world itself,

and when lowest are here held highest it makes the fools into seemingly rich…

 

Throw me here your empty threats and objections until tiring,

but all your fears and your death are now not any real concern.

 

 

May it all be owned us mutually to be repulsed by our foes junk-culture.

 

May death cure what forgetting cannot solve.

 

May the remorse soon be gone.

OUTSIDE OF ASA-KNOWLEDGE

BY ROOTED MISTAKES

Now come near what it all means.

 

TURNED RIGHT IS OUR REALITY OWNED

WARMING EVERYTHING THAT IS US MISLED

AND THROWN IN HERE FOR RIGHT AND HOLY WISE

ARE WE HERE REALLY TURNING UNSURE SURE!

 

Know well the real righted cause and effect.

 

“Step down insane for all of the insane!

Stone all the shallow contemplations veils!

Stamp coins of all unsolvable blurred thoughts!”

 

If you beg here about getting killed,

you will never get to be denied.

 

Seldom manages the future enclosed be fulfilled when

selfish dumbness on its pasture, in its killed off gladness,

sells Fate to an almost unexplainable carelessness

 

Strengthened returned will be found again

standing among conditions many weeds,

steadily between rare and… Naught.

 

Good to clearly see what emptiness shows

from where least reluctance against is most will to.

 

 

You are now what it all means.

BY ROOTED MISTAKES