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
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.
Published in the collection called; AS ONE. Turn on caps. (I am fully aware that this is low-technology aesthetics. Too good for TV. As in everything.)
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.
who tear up easier by your executioner’s songs
than your own imposed and legitimated sorrows, listen:
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.
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…
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
Here is a stone-hill filled with taken away stones.
There is a leaning larder collecting in what is already eaten.
(All still as ardent as a forgotten memory of a light burned out.)
The surpassed present time is without real answers
and sowing here without harvest in a curious connection
Viet knows what Honour causes, while here now life;
last and finally is mostly for ill hidden purposes grief
IN WITH THE UNREACHABLE TO GRAB!
TAKE THE FINAL STEP!
Be a solidity with the striking-weapon; Clarity and Right,
and fill up the patience, break here down suffering!
BE THE WORLD A WITHSTANDING DELIGHT!
NOW LIVE YOURSELF FULL!
Enter to the present time with something monumental: