The Stranger

‘Whom do you love best, puzzling man, tell us: your father, your mother, your sister or your brother?’

‘I have no father, no mother, no sister and no brother.’

‘Your friends?’

‘Now you are using a word whose meaning to this day remains unknown to me.’

‘Your country?’

‘I do not know in which latitude it lies.’


‘I would willingly love her, were she a goddess and immortal.’


‘I hate it as you hate God.’

‘What do you love then, extraordinary stranger?’

‘I love the clouds… the passing clouds… there… there… the wonderful clouds!’

Charles Baudelaire

Some Nihilist fragments


The following texts are pieces of writing which for whatever reason will
not see the light of day in their originally intended form. I decided to
publish these fragments, however, as a contribution to the ongoing
amoral debate and misanthropic war carried out by nihilist terrorists,
eco-extremists and other indomitable Egos of power wherever in this
world they may choose to make their hiding places…

– A


I stalk through shadows of the cities like a hunted animal,
rabid and thirsting for blood.

I look around me and everywhere I see the swarming masses, shuffling
back and forth along their predetermined march through the circuitry of
the urban-necropolis. Routinely treading the world underfoot like
lobotomised rats stuck in a wheel. All of them clutching their
“smartphones” and basking in the sickly glow of screens with wires
protruding from their skulls and vacant expressions plastered across
their idiotic faces. They babble mundane, meaningless shit into
microphones all day long, join one another in the queue to take a
“selfie” next to this or that filthy monument or building. The stench of
their perfume nauseates me. I look at their warped and bloated forms,
their bodies disfigured by all the years of willing subservience, these
grotesque and macabre displays of an absurd and failed biological
entity, from whose weak and domesticated minds the god-spirit of the
“Human” is made manifest. This is the anthropogenous altar upon which
all Ego must be sacrificed, upon which rests every idol born of the
repugnant Christian Morality, most prominently today, the maggoty
ideologies of humanism and progressivism and their bastard civilisation.

I spit on all of these filthy parasites who with every single action
that constitutes the entirety of their despicable existence condemn only
further desolation unto all that is wild on this Earth, who in a
pathetic chorus raise their croaking voices in defense of this wretched
kingdom of decadent degeneration. I spit on all their altars and idols,
their morals and values. My sarcastic laughter will echo eternally
throughout the crumbling halls of their utopias. The pyres of my
iconoclastic hatred will burn all the brighter when the moon is hidden
and darkness reigns.

Loathing and contempt fills my heart to the point of bursting. I scream
inside, my whole being cries out to me in savage ferocity. Wildness
calls to me from within, It screams through me, it calls out for
vengeance and I heed the call with fervour. The misanthropic curse of
nihilist terrorism is my weapon of choice in the temples of Man and his
Progress, it is the cancer spreading fear in the shadows of the urban
territories, the poisonous weed that spreads its roots out seeking
nourishment in the damp cold earth.

Every last one of these hyper-civilized slaves deserves nothing but an
agonising death, these walking corpses for whom the world is to be
turned to a sterile wasteland of modernity and artificiality. So I say
let every one of their houses burn, and let them freeze and die in the
cold of winter in their turn. Let their bodies writhe in pain as poisons
take their toll. Let their blood flow out to nourish the barren soil and
let their fear be our only intoxicant as we go on the hunt to survive in
the city. Let us laugh, my friends! Let us rejoice, let us dance in
blood and laugh!

Someone looks at me, they smile politely, but to look them in the eye
would betray my desire to end their worthless life right now. I turn and
face away. My hateful gaze wanders, my criminal and savage passions
carry me on, always on the hunt, preparing for the next attack,
searching for the next mark, the next victim, watchful for any
would-be-heroes. As I smuggle what I need out of the supermarket, I feel
the weight of the blade in my pocket, my fingers play across its vicious
edge. I think about sticking the length of blackened steel into the neck
of the security guard or some cashier, longing for the flash of fear in
their eyes and to hear their pathetic cries for mercy. Instead I smile
politely and continue on my way. “Have a nice day”.


Here in the open-prisons of the wasteland of modernity, the
urban-cemeteries populated by the living dead, I have come to know only
hatred and despair. It wells inside of me, frothing in my mouth it turns
to venomous bile to be spat in the face of all Humanity.

Here in the city, cars, buses and trains all go speeding by, filling the
air with smog and noise. I take in these bleak surroundings. Across the
skyline, cellphone towers and pylons stand erect to the gray sky,
ceaselessly spewing miasma and toxicity that cannot be seen and my eyes
settle on their vulgar form. The deafening noise of the world of
machines fades momentarily and I linger there in abysmal silence. I
contemplate escape routes, the minimal amount of materials needed for
the attack etc. etc. and continue on my way.

Tonight, the weight of the explosive-incendiary device in my backpack
reminds me of what I came here to do, my heart beats faster with each
hurried step, I take a deep breath and look down from beneath my hood to
the dandelions and plantago that erupt from the cracked slabs of
concrete. I think of the serenity of the forests, the solitude of the
mountains, calming me once more as I continue towards my target.

How I long for the feeling of the grass and soil beneath my toes, for
the feeling of the coldness of the wind in my hair and the fragrant
scent of the mountain streams filling up my lungs. I want to hear the
songs of the birds and the unfurling of leaves in spring, to bask in the
moons healing glow with my companions by my side, to hear their voices,
their laughter and dance around the fires of our wildest dreams once
more… But no, this time, as many times before, I must now go alone.
I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.

Silently I ascend to the rooftops. Inside this apartment complex the
hyper-civilized slumber. What do they dream of? I do not know. But
tonight they will wake into nightmares. I jam the device between a
bundle of cables and after a last look at the smothered sky, I say a few
words to noone in particular, light the fuse and dissapear once more
into the cacophonous night.


Heretical laughter reverberates through the streets.

I look into your eyes, wide with feral energy.

Vandalising all that is in sight, we exude criminality.

None dare even to look at us.

The sight of the knife that glints in your hand.

The sound of shattered glass falling to the floor.

The smell of incense mixes with the filthy air.

A torrent of adrenaline surges through our bodies,

and our perverse and savage joy bursts the banks of all rationality

like a flood, determined to sweep aside all that crosses its path.

As the streets darken to announce our presence

Knowing neither fear or regret,

We laugh and laugh.

Individualists at war, howling in the night.

Laughing as sirens begin to sound in the distance.

Laughing, we head into the unknown,

each wandering ones own path

to the places where none can follow.

Abe Cabrera talk




This is an informal conversation between Aragorn! and Abe Cabrera the primary editor of the Atassa journal. It is not intended to be a defense of ITS or a serious attempt to engage in the criticisms towards us (Atassa, LBC, and me personally). It’s intended to sound like a conversation between people who share some similar perspectives. Obviously those who don’t share those perspectives are going to feel less comfortable and perhaps feel misrepresented.

Tick Tock

1.00 definition of eco-extremism as practice, splitting hairs
2:30 abe’s history
8:15 activism in berkeley in the 90s
12:15 eco-extremists moving away from ted k
12:30 early indiscriminate violence tendencies in E-E
15:15 breaking into different groups
16:35 is it a hoax?
21:00 tactics similar to ISIS, from nechaev
22:00 formation and reformation of various groups
27:45 reaction of NA anarchists
33:00 significance of anarchist label
34:30 types of allies
38:10 non-attraction of these ideas
40:30 theology, thinking in eons
42:00 abe: anarchists are irrelevant
44:00 a!: types of anarchists
44:30 the light of hatred
45:20 the challenge of ITS to anarchism
47:50 terrorist tactics are what is required now to do violence at all
50:35 talking about pieces vs the board and context of the actions
53: marx and the bible, st paul = first anarchist


Satanism and Nihilism

Satanism, much like nihilism, is a superficially confusing topic with a relatively simple underlying message. Much of the confusion behind Satanism is a direct product of author and observant carnival worker Anton LaVey’s own calculated misdirection in the infamous presentation of his book The Satanic Bible. In the 1960s and 1970s LaVey took occult imagery and the mysterious mysticism of traditional witchcraft and devil-worship, as depicted by the Christian Church, and used that as a crafty cover to present his own views and ideas that were quite a bit different, and even antithetic, to those traditional conceptions of Satan worship. So, right there Satanism is immediately split into two camps, LaVey’s Satanism originating in his books and later embodied in The Church of Satan and followers of an ethically-structured philosophy of egoism, and then the traditional body of witchcraft with stories of human sacrifice, and so on, that go along with the occult brand of devil-worship whose adherents really believe in a being called Satan.  

There’s really nothing more to say about witchcraft and occult Satanism, it’s been around in various forms for hundreds, if not thousands of years, and it’s all based on imaginary fiction. Nonetheless, the belief, just like the followers, can’t be completely ignored because their actions still generate very real and tangible outcome. However, occult Satanism has nothing to do with Nihilism, and little if anything to do with nihilism as philosophy. LaVey’s Satanism is far more interesting, and does indeed have at least indirect similarities to nihilism, as many people have already realized.

As an astute observer of human nature working odd jobs at carnivals, Anton LaVey (born Howard Stanton Levey or Levy) recognized widespread hypocrisy occurring between professed moral values, in this case as generally promoted by the Christian Church, and actual human behavior that is mostly driven by internal, primarily biologically-derived, urges. Realizing this rampant hypocrisy is unhealthy for individuals and society as a whole, and also seeking a path to his own glorification, Anton LaVey made an attempt to rework the moral landscape to better allow people to express themselves as they truly are without being forced to fit into unnatural moral molds that were only being used by disingenuous religious authorities to manipulate people against their best interests just to personally benefit powers in charge.

LaVey wasn’t out to make a new God, and even pushed personal ego-worship as a path to make everyone a god, hence the glorification of one’s own birthday.  But he did want to make a religion, meaning a body of rituals and beliefs that would replace, or at least compete with, those of the dominant religions. But LaVey’s Satanism ends up suffering greatly from the heavy-use of theistic imagery. The dark and scary visuals may attract rebels and those rejected by mainstream society, but it only makes the confusion over just what Satanism really is, or should be, even worse. Even the use of the term Satanism directly implies a worship of, or at least a fixation upon Satan. Even more critical than misleading appearances, LaVey’s Satanism remains yet another irrational religion claiming one true path to salvation, or perhaps more charitably a philosophy of egoism that resides somewhere between the colorful prose of Nietzsche and Ayn Rand’s dry anti-social greed as a worldview. The primary difference remains the use of occult visuals and calculated misdirection.

Nevertheless, and although LaVey’s motivation may be open to interpretation, if it was to try and achieve a much needed transformation of the moral and cultural topology to allow everyone to act free from hypocrisy and unhealthy cultural demands, and to promote appropriately reciprocal behavior towards others, then I wholeheartedly agree with the effort.

In the end it doesn’t matter what you believe or think is going to work; the ‘will’ or the belief that something is achieved through sheer force of confidence is just self-delusion. Magnification of the ego and uncritical belief in self-righteousness, as well as the manufactured hierarchy and elitism that it engenders, continues to inflict terrible harm to the self and others. Beware the ego delusion.

It’s really not that complicated, but it does take a certain amount of careful effort, and that’s why so many try to take the lazy path by placing superficial imagery over underlying substance. What really matters is what we can verify and re-use, the consistent elements and forces of the world around us – that’s the brilliance of science and a functional methodology. Fiction may be fine as entertainment, but far too many people are so mentally isolated and socially-insulated that they can’t distinguish between robust fact and kaleidoscope fiction, let alone determine actual cause and effect.


With Heidegger, nihilism began to assume the form of a scientific metaphysics in the true sense. Against this backdrop, a standpoint of what Heidegger calls freedom in the transcendence beyond beings emerges, a standpoint that holds the promise of letting us be fully what we are as human beings.

What Heidegger means by a transcending of beings is not a transcendence away from human existence in the direction of another world beyond or behind the world we know. The transcendence he is speaking of is part and parcel of human being from the beginning; indeed it is what allows us to exist actually and allows the world to disclose itself as world. In this transcendence the totality of beings opens up from its own ground . There is no world apart at the ground of this ground but only an abyss-a ground of nothingness.

In other words, the basic meaning of transcendence is that Nothing is revealed, and thereby the self becomes the true self, freedom becomes a genuine possibility, and beings are understood in their truth . Heidegger gives us nothing less than an ontology within which nihilism becomes a philosophy. By disclosing the nothing at the ground of all beings and summoning it forth, nihilism becomes the basis of a new metaphysics. Continue reading

The Boundaries of Existence

The Being of beings is disclosed not in the average everyday participation by which any given being is involved with its world; nor is Being that which is reducible simply to a mere “presence,” an occupation of lived space and time.

Rather, Being itself unveils itself as it is only at the boundaries of existence. Whereas average everydayness is constituted in the perpetual cycling through the proverbial motions, the true nature of Being is only made manifest as disclosed through the absurd paradoxes of Being generally — available only at transcendence of the very boundaries of what it means for anything to be anything at all. Continue reading

Nihilistic claim for antipolitical misanthropic attacks

First months of 2017:

A failed attempt to burn some random cars because the incendiary device was shitty as fuck.

3 Coca Cola bottles poisoned with hydrochloric acid left indiscriminately at various places inside city centre.

2 arson attacks, a house backyard destroyed and another yard of a house with vehicles inside torched.

Today with chemicals, or gasoline… Who knows with what next, who cares. My weapon is ready to deliver a blow in the depths of social pustulosis. Calculating, patient, minding my step into the unknown of chance, diving into my battle outnumbered but I am persistent, my flesh burns into the boiling enjoyment of the consuming fire, that will engulf the temples of the normal man like an aphrodisiomania which penetrates my nerves. Fuck deliverance, through a sacramental absorption of the refined scripts of ethics in an anaemic existence, chained onto the whip of metaphysical correction.

From the Nihilist void emerges the pure unadulterated hate. The moments that the pathetic vessel of the humanoid becomes the beast. These moments of metamorphosis are the moments I crave. Raw, piercing, anti-human. Devouring the gregarious nature of human existence and regurgitating in a ravaging volitious urge for destruction and disintegration of everything it constitutes.

An entrapped beast in the sewers of humanity attacks, where the descending course of the ego is inescapable, the stench of physical slavery fills my lungs until they explode with nihilistic hate for the humanity of humans. Swimming into the putridity of sameness my flesh arises, I find myself into the hallways of the great isolation of misanthropic deviation until I reach the moment of revenge towards the sacred society. I bow to no human temple, before me your gods are ashes. Antisocial hatred becomes the knife to gut every human world.

Fuck you all!

Do you know what is this demonic need? How could you…To blow your mind with egoic instincts, flowing from the deep, negating the whole framework of artificiality? There is no ”victory” over anything. There is the choice to attack and penetrate this fake world. There is the egotistical need and satisfaction. I see things through a raw pessimism and not its existentialist form that fails to remove metaphysicality. By destroying the artificiality of the human quests for the spirit and immortality, the womb of progressivist belief and action. I speak about antihumanism and Nihilism in their purest forms. Everyone’s flesh will be turned into meat in a morgue at some point. Shit to the attitude of heroic death. Shit to the beautification of everything uncomfortable about the human existence. Experimenting into the chaos of arbitrariness and injustice, challenging the determinism of the human conduct. No remorse, no regret, no stupid emotionalism. Fuck the christianism of every form of guilt and conscience! There is no attempt of a presentation of a ”superior self” or a justification of it, only my ego, negating any remnants of ethical injection into the action – justification relation. I am the one who acts, not the idea, I perish into the chaotic abyss and welcome staring at myself without colorful eyes.

I am a poisonous wound gestated in the bowels of urban rot and the ethical carnivals of man that mocks and attacks the human world. That pisses on its masks and every form it takes. I am a perverted sickfuck that doesn’t give a fuck about anyone. To drink from the grail of life in a beastly form, the form of indiscriminate attack, in its purely amoral sense, that having extirpated the ethical framework, observes, understands and delivers without any moral sentiment. Long enough have I satisfied my thirst drinking from the bogs of humanity, feeling my mouth dry like consuming ashes.

These actions were done with intent to harm people and cause fear. A blow to the moral man where he feels safe.

Total complicity with the eco-extremists and Nihilist terrorists!

For the expansion of the propaganda against humanism and humanists!

For the expansion of misanthropic action!

Nihilist aggressor, Misanthropos Cacogen



Autexousious Apanthropinization

”If you go to the borders, you might see trees, soil, sea, but you will not see countries. When I roam in solitude inside the city I see heaps of human creations, all manifestations of God, but I don’t see any Gods anywhere.”

This is only a short text, which mentions realizations that I have wanted for a while now to write about. I myself have escaped the masochism hidden behind these same realizations, and these words are written to refute erroneous conclusions that had been expressed, and criticisms that I don’t agree with anymore, regarding ecoextremism, which was approached from a point of view of values, obscuring what it is objectively. The words written here are coming out of lived personal experiences.

”It seems to me that society usually wins. There are, to be sure, free spirits in the world, but their freedom, in the last analysis, is not much greater than that of a canary in a cage. They may leap from perch to perch; they may bathe and guzzle at their will; they may flap their wings and sing. But they are still in the cage, and sooner or later it conquers them.”
-H.L. Mecken-

The freedom that the spiritual man seeks, the freedom of values, the freedom of liberation is an illusion that gets crushed under the guillotine of the objective observation of human nature. It is murk that becomes mire when it comes in contact with reality.

Some believe that Christianity limited the human spirit. What they don’t understand is that Christianity is the human spirit. The ethical self that denies natural existence. Mind over matter. All that modernity has done is to recycle its name. The purpose remained the same.

Let’s take one thing out of the way and say, that what has come to be termed as Anarchy has nothing to do with Nihilism. I am not playing with words here, I will be blunt. It is the objective realization of facts outside of bullshit subjectivistic valuative thought that gives a context for reality. Anarchist realities and interpretation are always based on social contexts, like this could be considered the default structure that can’t be dissected furthermore. It is always based on the ethical world of humans. It is always mind over matter. The mind is the boss of the ego and the ego follows. Though egoism is a reality that cannot be disproved. Anarchist logic is always formulated according to root ideological constructions. The natural ego remains unable to fully take over. The ego, all impulses and irrational desires don’t need justification from ideas to exist or to do jack shit. Antisocial Nihilism is essentially misanthropic and removes out of the way once and for all, the artificial world of the human mind. In other words you can either use your brain as simple, harsh and indifferent logic exactly as the naturalness of nothingness around you does and use it only as a weapon whenever it is applicable, or otherwise it is as useless and a fabrication of myths, as is the entire human world that has been built through it. The human spirit doesn’t exist! Looking even more deeply, the paradoxical nature of consciousness and phenomenology is not something that can be overlooked.

”Attempting to think the thing without being given in advance the means of attaining it: that is the task of phenomenology. An impossible task, the temptation of the impossible. But is this not our human condition?” -Marc Richir-

Outlined truly in the above sentences, this is all there is to it! All the masochism of human existence is here, all the self torture that seems so difficult to get rid of. Think that with this pathetic tool, the mind, the humanly constructed realities are created. Think where they step on and how crumbling they are when contrasted with the natural sharp gaze of Nihilism.

”Here the feelings of misanthropism come to be attached, and as limitative as they might seem on a social-cultural scale which doesn’t concern me at all, as much liberating they are on a scale of existential search. The realization of triviality of existence if perceived as a value in itself and therefore the human substance inside it makes you loathe with the anthropocentric way of thinking and being and their exaltation of the human as a moral value or the centre of evolution. It’s these moments that you see the human thinking it can reach with a purpose a long term target, whichever their purpose might be, as a thinking and rational being it thinks that it can create, change, adjust the world to fit it, adjust the lives of the non-human animals to fit the world and to fit it. Moments of pure arrogance and ignorance. Moments of ideology. “Humanity” for me as a concept parasitizes in the mind and as entities parasitize with the mass way of living. ”

The so called human is just an animal that always wants to forget it is such. And it is not a ”bad” animal. Just a totally dysfunctional one. A cursed biological organism. Because when the human arises (the world of mind and thought) it tells it that there is something beyond that. Hence the need for ethical considerations to determine why are we ”bad”. What went wrong? Nothing that the world of mind can’t fix of course! It doesn’t matter that Nihilism when taken to its logical conclusion eradicates all the humanly constructed reality and you remain with what is left to act upon, but some peoples connection with the shit that is inside their heads still makes them try for the impossible. They want to fool themselves. All this bullshit has become part of the human DNA.

So if an anarchist is frank with himself should admit that he seeks to re-create right and wrong. That he wants to perpetuate the human and its bonds that have become biological realities after so many years of flagellation and self defeat. There are three types of anarchists that I can recognize right now. The honest (but failing) idealist, the priest and the fool. All of them remain moralists. What I was, was a much more differentiated kind but it had a paradoxical nature. For the anarchists the world doesn’t have enough spirit. They want to instill more into it. What kind of spirit will that be is not what matters here. What matters is the insistence on maintaining faith in the human being. Though if you advocate Nihilism and not ideological hypnosis you will be as healthy as possible. You won’t have the fuckin insistence on masturbating with the human anymore. Antisocial Nihilism doesn’t have any concerns about justifying any behavior against anyone whereas Anarchy has to answer to ideas.

I for one accept that I am an obscene and depraved product of today’s civilization and of the total misanthropy, which has shaken off all idealism, that the abomination of the societies of the ethical being, of this pet, has imposed upon me. I hate everyone the same no matter who or what they are. For me it is not a matter of who ”deserves” to die. It is not an ethical question. I don’t need justification from something. I desire whomever to die in this stenchy christophany which is the civilized human world and its artificial carnivals. I don’t see spirits around me. I see parasites limiting my claim of power. My claim of power which can’t be much with so many parasites around me, this doesn’t mean that this harsh truth bends my will. I have specific interest in the spread of misanthropic action in the extramoral sense. I still though have the capacity for respect, which actually surprises me, but it is exactly the way it is realized and felt that makes it an aspect of power and not of christianism. So not in a sense of an ethically rooted idea of equality, but in a spontaneous violent affinity of an animalistic frank action-reaction of beast towards beast. For some animals that we have shared egoistically, not communally, with an attitude of in your face aggression. Some win, some lose, but they all learn something out of it. If something doesn’t destroy you, it will most probably make you stronger. Outside of shame and the hypocritical veil of christianism or the elitism of the spiritual priesthood of the righteous ones.

For the anarchists whatever they do is fundamentally rooted in the western mentality, part of the ecclesiastical political cultures, part of the normal way of life, in a sense of the human conduct, the participation in the Theatre. It remains and will always remain humanist. For me whatever I do in this sanctified purulent sink of citizenry is an act of egocentric arbitrariness. Pure negation. A step into the paths of the void. The opening of the gate is a non path to war, a chance to satisfy my thirst, a spit in the face of ethico-biological barriers. It isn’t a fantasy of any form of liberation. It isn’t a scheme of the ”good”. Whoever stares at this world and not the world of heaven will know what I mean. Total Nihil is my shadow it isn’t my enemy.

Why do I even bother to write since I hate everyone? Since I even abhor the world of the internet which I use and its ways of communication? I am seeking to fulminate my course of the fall in the paltripolitan panopticon, which will be death, capture or cowardice. There are no other ways or solutions. The liberation of the raped corpse of Christ will not save me. And to shut the word holes of all those who have hated me for who I am, because they see in me a depravity, and when I opened my mouth I spat poison on their frith of mind. And as I said before, to spread misanthropic action after some rejected fallacies.

The basic notions that have been rejected and henceforth my misanthropic Nihilism attempts the expansion of my ego over are these: The arrival of every new human being over the arbitrariness of chaos. The notion of anarchy vs authority. The notion of the individual vs domination. The spiritual ego. Every idea over my unique concrete ego. Every ethical consideration. The biological superiority of human existence.

What I say in this text is a vomit that will benefit only me from spitting it out. It is no obligation towards anyone, neither attempt for criticism, nor a pillar towards collective evolution. I don’t give two fucks about this, I only care now to support and sharpen my complicities with the crazy motherfucker Nihilists who attack everything because our interests overlap, outside of ideological, political utopian collective quests. Everyone pursues their own, we agree on indiscriminate attack and I will not claim to be able to say more for now. All total misanthropes, the eco-extremists, nihilist terrorists and other nihilist criminals who have understood that human existence and its theatrical performances are a joke. Those who don’t deny their natural ego and accept authority as a natural reality. I am also one of those who defy the biological/ethical limits that have been programmed into us by modernity. I am the solitary misanthrope patient each time for the right moment to eviscerate more and more another piece of humanity. Everyone else can continue trying to resuscitate the human from its tombs.

I talk with the pet animals in the zoo,
the one they named the human world,
I dissect their thoughts, their dreams,
their faithful aspirations, their subjectivistic spirituality,
aspects of what is called human,
the ultimate lie and pillar of ethics,
the cornerstone of the human world.
In the zoo the animals
have been talked into believing
they are humans
and some of them
even think they are more than that.
That they are spirits of another world.
The human has flagellated them,
so hard that they have repent.
So let the biological clocks of ethics correct us!
Natural existence is despised so much
that the mind has taken over.
The ego has mutated into a mass
of ideological deprivation,
that consumes the organism.
I laugh cataclysmically with their piety,
and their unconscious hypocrisy.
”Recycle the spirit my brothers!
Never let it die, for if it dies,
we are doomed into chaos!
To be consumed by nature.
So let us be raped by Christ!
Let the spirit cum all over us!”


A Howl Into The Abyss

Palabras profundas y criminales desde la complicidad…

As silence takes its hold

like dawn before the battle,

I wander, accursed and forsaken

across a desolate and barren realm.

My path is shrouded and void of all light.

Scarred hands sow the seeds of sorrow.

As darkness descends into never ending night

and I embrace my return to the soil.

Roaming onwards into the consuming fog

Wielding the torch of hate.

To light the pyres that signal our fall,

The iconoclasts storm the gates.

Eyes glinting

in the gloom

Like the flash

of cold steel.