Accordingly, the rest will disappear. All that great stupidity left behind, on the road side. Where the bad kids can no longer live. All the X wives without regret, buried in the earth with all those broken bones of insolence.
Women without humility, lacking modesty: arrogant sideshows for the filthy cowardly many!
My God, I'm happy you've killed the fake and the forlorn. The vagina parking lots!
Sometimes, God isn't only EVIL!, but there are times he's willing to do GOOD, crushing in His stead all the would be social usurpateurs. The churches as well as Evola and Mister René!
Be proud of your Unique RACE.
All phony men and their phony quantic mundaneness. The chirping on the stage of mixed idiocy. The bad music and all that jungle singing inherent in the City's Black Magick!
The gods have no need for electrical animal magnetism. The warm and cold breathing at a distance on far away ears, belongs to the day dreaming pigs writhing in the wet red dust.
Our SPIRIT comes from the far heavens, we wear on our heads the wings from another sky not known to the U.N. mammals.
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| Our name is Hermes |
Dark wood drifting on the elevated pyre. Dry waters furnishing.
The marigolds wither. And my Mistress sleeps.
Haven't you seen that this isn't our earth. Our Homeland is elsewhere, in the AZOTH.
Whatever is fowl and full of stench can't touch it!
We are the sacred lineage built on the empty seat where no scoundrel may sit, carried by armored angels:
I shall take in my heart what ever of my dear friends has not rotted.
The junk, I'll leave for the inferior kind.
We are the Well Born.
