Light Yagami
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I wrote a little something, inspired by our most amazing destruction working, the songs Halo and Aesthetics of Hate (both performed by Machine Head) and this image: http://eco-flex.deviantart.com/art/Nazi ... s-58091946
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This hysterical laughter of mine doesn't seem willing to cease... An incredible shiver of power and rage overwhelming my entire existence forcing me to laugh even more...
Everything is so... transparent.Even to the oblivious, the fools who still worship the mass murderer of our race, even they can taste this surge of change.
Redemption, Freedom; everything's coming from this vivid red of the enemy lying on the ground.There is no land waiting to bring them salvation, no laws craving to protect them and not the slightest hint of sympathy to rescue their crying, nasty, forsaken souls.
This war they so cunningly tried to win is coming to an end... And justice is always the victorious one.
As vibrating words escape from my lips this transparent image of the world's current state is becoming so vivid that I can smell the gas in the air... I can hear their screams of despair...Bombs, one after another coloring the land of the unchaste, bullets longing to end each dirt that has been left alive; I can almost hear our planet sighing in relief, even if it's just a small part of their population not sharing our oxygen anymore.
But this small part is just the beginning. These bombs that found the proper place to belong is nothing but a tiny fracture of what's to follow... Because even the fool will eventually face reality.
An unmistakable emotion of wrath and defiance, FOR WHO ARE THEY TO CLAIM WHAT'S OURS??!
And now the fool is ahead of all of them, of all of us, the fool devout who was finally enlightened, the fool religious who is finally aware; standing in front of all, shouting and screaming, throwing deadly items towards them, for the enemy had him blind for too long, for he can NO LONGER accept whatever they were making him believe!
It's our victory, it's our WIN.
No matter where they'll run to, no one will place them in their embrace, our pure Gentile race will not accept any more filth and our undiluted children will not take kindly their dirt.
The ones amongst the wicked who had the most power will try to run the fastest of all, but how funny is it to watch them running for their lives; maybe it's that rage that's been making our for so long asleep legs run faster than the wind, but all that matters is that they're now in our hands, even if their bodies are rather dislocated, our people stabbing them with all they've got- even the ones who came unarmed, have other means to purify our planet.
Yet, the one thing that offers me the utmost entertainment, the one that makes me laugh the loudest of all, is the most foul out there, the ones who used our children to fulfill their sick desires, their vile urges; these are the ones that I love to watch...While their church is burning to the ground, everyone's running panic-stricken towards the exit, but look at that, the Gentiles have come to take their blood back and it's funny, truly funny, as the first rock is falling on them, as the first tear gas (the police is incredible willing to help our cause; they're Gentiles after all) is heading towards their way, those foul creatures whose blood is as clean as the sewer, start running back, desperately entering the flaming building, being too afraid to face the angry mob, being too terrified to be judged before facing death.
All those transparent images are my salvation, but the most beautiful thing of all is that these images are not just a theatrical play I created because of my desolation... Because you see, I'm not desolate anymore. None of us is. All this hopelessness and hesitation disappeared as soon as the winner of this war was chosen... And as soon as we see them all lying bloody and breathless on the streets, only then will we be able to calm our outraged souls.
The countdown for our victory has already started...
**
This hysterical laughter of mine doesn't seem willing to cease... An incredible shiver of power and rage overwhelming my entire existence forcing me to laugh even more...
Everything is so... transparent.Even to the oblivious, the fools who still worship the mass murderer of our race, even they can taste this surge of change.
Redemption, Freedom; everything's coming from this vivid red of the enemy lying on the ground.There is no land waiting to bring them salvation, no laws craving to protect them and not the slightest hint of sympathy to rescue their crying, nasty, forsaken souls.
This war they so cunningly tried to win is coming to an end... And justice is always the victorious one.
As vibrating words escape from my lips this transparent image of the world's current state is becoming so vivid that I can smell the gas in the air... I can hear their screams of despair...Bombs, one after another coloring the land of the unchaste, bullets longing to end each dirt that has been left alive; I can almost hear our planet sighing in relief, even if it's just a small part of their population not sharing our oxygen anymore.
But this small part is just the beginning. These bombs that found the proper place to belong is nothing but a tiny fracture of what's to follow... Because even the fool will eventually face reality.
An unmistakable emotion of wrath and defiance, FOR WHO ARE THEY TO CLAIM WHAT'S OURS??!
And now the fool is ahead of all of them, of all of us, the fool devout who was finally enlightened, the fool religious who is finally aware; standing in front of all, shouting and screaming, throwing deadly items towards them, for the enemy had him blind for too long, for he can NO LONGER accept whatever they were making him believe!
It's our victory, it's our WIN.
No matter where they'll run to, no one will place them in their embrace, our pure Gentile race will not accept any more filth and our undiluted children will not take kindly their dirt.
The ones amongst the wicked who had the most power will try to run the fastest of all, but how funny is it to watch them running for their lives; maybe it's that rage that's been making our for so long asleep legs run faster than the wind, but all that matters is that they're now in our hands, even if their bodies are rather dislocated, our people stabbing them with all they've got- even the ones who came unarmed, have other means to purify our planet.
Yet, the one thing that offers me the utmost entertainment, the one that makes me laugh the loudest of all, is the most foul out there, the ones who used our children to fulfill their sick desires, their vile urges; these are the ones that I love to watch...While their church is burning to the ground, everyone's running panic-stricken towards the exit, but look at that, the Gentiles have come to take their blood back and it's funny, truly funny, as the first rock is falling on them, as the first tear gas (the police is incredible willing to help our cause; they're Gentiles after all) is heading towards their way, those foul creatures whose blood is as clean as the sewer, start running back, desperately entering the flaming building, being too afraid to face the angry mob, being too terrified to be judged before facing death.
All those transparent images are my salvation, but the most beautiful thing of all is that these images are not just a theatrical play I created because of my desolation... Because you see, I'm not desolate anymore. None of us is. All this hopelessness and hesitation disappeared as soon as the winner of this war was chosen... And as soon as we see them all lying bloody and breathless on the streets, only then will we be able to calm our outraged souls.
The countdown for our victory has already started...
