The young males of today need to rediscover a new spirituality. An upward striving towards the cosmos. The burning light inside which screams out to the stars. The modern world offers nothing to quench their spiritual longing. When you seek answers to the deepest questions of your soul, our cosmopolitan monoculture only stares back the dead eyes of the New World Faggot. There is nothing to find among the walking dead. No great treasures to lay hold. No epic journeys to undertake. Only the mindless frenzy of empty consumption When you seek the elixir which rejuvenates your spirit there is only a chubby hand outside the drive through window handing you a sugar coated shit slurpee.
Find Your Fury
You must kindle the righteous flames inside that burn bright with hatred. If the modern male does not find in himself endless fuel of anger and flowing streams of rage he must surely be dead already. For the modern male is surrounded at all times by enemies. Deformed and deranged mutants unable to think or do for themselves. Instead they sneer with their beady eyes and point with their slimy fingers at the scapegoat they are allowed to attack.
Instead of running away like a frightened child you must rise and face the hideous host of death cultists. You must realize that you can only run for so long. Expending all your effort to find the last secluded refuge. You wake one day to find your retreat infested and zombies outside hungering ravenous for your still living flesh.
There is no more running my friends.
No more escaping the dark embrace of a savage night. Rise up to the scum with steel gaze and clenched fists.. Prepare your hands for war and your mind for battle. With open arms accept your merciless fate with courage.
Become the kindled spark to light this bitch on fire.
A Beast God Calls
Dormant within you there lay a sleeping dragon. An ancient terror put to sleep by fairy tale magic. Furious blood still runs through your veins and dreams to awaken the spirit of your ancestors. A Beast God only known to savage men long gone. Close your eyes and look inside. Peer beyond the shadowy veil and stare into the void. A river of blood races towards a Heart of Darkness. At the center forms a crimson pool where the savage past and a ruthless future collide with violent power. Combine the elements of your mind, body and spirit to form the wicked power of a tripartite being.
The master key to unlock your destiny.
See all your enemies chasing you down. Running you empty until there is no where left. You ran and ran into the darkest corners. Stumbling weary into the final room. You find yourself wading knee deep through a red pool shimmering in pale light. They are all around you now, salivating for a taste of living flesh. Hear the stirring of the dragon and watch as the bloody pool bubbles. Feel the red rivers turn hot within you and surge with strength into the pool. Long dead dreams come alive as a Beast emerges from ancient blood, rising up out of the deep. Nostrils fuming flames, wings spread wide raining black doom and fiery judgement down on deserving heads.
The Beast has risen!
A god whose memory stretches exceedingly far, slumbering in anger for ages unknown. Having the unstoppable will to exact cosmic retribution.
Do not ever lose sight of what you stand against. Never forget the wrongs done to you. Make yourselves like a serpent with the longest memory. Waiting patient in the shadows. Dreaming deep under pools of red. Slumbering until the time is right. The time when you may strike cold and fatal blows. Laying all your foes in shallow graves. Lighting up the night sky with the fire and smoke of their corpses.
The modern world is most assuredly your biggest enemy. You must return it’s disparagement to your person with the blackest hate. Smiling at the faces of the weak and crass. For their day is coming and their screams shall be as sweet angels singing softly. There is nothing the modern world has to offer a man which could ever sate his spiritual hunger. The machine must grind forward as your bones are crushed under it’s weight and all the vigorous blood you have is drained to the very last drop. Your spirit completely enervated.
The dreams of a man and his deepest longings will never be found in the shallow sewers of a soulless machine. You must rip it’s tentacles from your body. Tear it’s programs out of your mind and with the rage of a savage declare all out war on everything and everyone belonging to it.
Do this not and find yourself counted among the frail and flabby when the Beast God returns and armies of savage men come to right the wrongs. When all the names, all the slander and projected accusations return back a nightmare so horrific the feeble masses shall never recover.
Unnatural imbalances occurring in nature always cause a massive and violent upheaval to return to equilibrium.
Pour Out Your Cup Of Wrath
A vast cauldron of wrath has been storing up for ages. Building patiently and heating up. To slowly reach volcanic eruption. If you wish to continue a life of slavery do not be alarmed when you die like a pathetic slave too.
With no one left to care or remember.
Or courageously choose to live as your ancestors did. Bravely pursuing their wildest dreams and listening closely to the faint echoes stirring in their hearts. Beckoning them across the unknown. Where heroes ascend to the stars and the light of their glory calls back to us still.
You stand at the intersection of fate. Wading through a pool of blood. Where the past and future collide with blinding fury and reckless purpose. The Beast rising terrible and free out of crimson lakes.