The white man's last chance has already come. And if those on whom it suddenly dawned, that there was a racial pride to extol & preserve have just arrived, on earth after the great sun had just set;... it's too late my dear, oh how sad but too late now that the Führer has gone & did done!
He came and some pretended while others fought then lost here where burials are for mortal heroes and anonymity belongs to those who taken by their Muse go to Valhalla just underneath the helm of Odin's flapping wings. Fanning with a cool breeze the down trodden heart of those who betrayed but fought not with hands nor fists but with all their soul as would an exemplary death to some incomprehensible supreme awareness that others cannot surely see.
The Lord is the Lord, but who can see him. He goes from place to place, but who is he but yours to find and defend?
It was their luminous inner crystallized will, made it possible. But now you see this world is underneath in the grave, as we tread this world's bones, and short of what is meant for mortal dreams; yet in all Aryan minds, awaits their world on their earth if only with great devotion what was mortal here become elsewhere on a higher plane the air we breathe the love we live the hate we must keep silent in these physical limbs for those who under our window, adore what we disdain!
What's here? but bones & cemeteries. Tendons decomposing. Insects suffering in an atomic make believe world! CERN?
I lift my hands to the heavens making MAN my sacred sigil. But who is he, outstretches his arms beyond; fomenting this happy desire.
The immortal ancestors alive in me. Condescending to look down again at something not worth the ants I can salvage, while time on this earth is still pertaining to my side again!
Be brave and expect nothing.
No one is waiting.
Life is what your awareness
Construes! A blink of the eye
And the Valkyrie has ripped
From torn flesh & bones
An immortal soul, friend &
Brother of our Führer.
