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"Nu scylun hergan hefaenricaes uard
Metudæs maecti end his modgidanc
Uerc uuldurfadur sue he uundra gihuaes
Eci dryctin or astelidæ
He aerist scop aelda barnum
Heben til hrofe haleg scepen.
Tha middungeard moncynnæs uard
Eci dryctin æfter tiadæ
Firum foldu frea allmectig"
Cædmon's Hymn (fl. 658-680)


“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful?
What matters the death of vague human beings,
If thereby the individual affirms himself?" - Laurent Tailhade

The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death,
Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven
The culture of transgression is mine and my descent
Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl...

Sic volo,
Sic jubeo,
Stat pro ratione voluntas

The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke,
Depicting primal human experiences indifferently,
Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized
The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity,
Too great for the eyes of merely a man...

Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence
And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance
Which blinds and of which I’m dying
Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things
And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being
Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience,
The splendor of the obscene and inhuman;
For what matters the death of a vague human beings
If thereby the individual affirms himself?

Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head,
When inversion is complete and total
The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light
But the process of seeing being taken to its limit
That thorough derangement of the senses,
Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light
Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah...

Si non credideritis,
Non inteligetis

The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself
And takes possession of the quintessential human soul
Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh
Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit
The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence
From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin
If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood
They do not grow, nor do they live
It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves
That we do measure the propagation of our faith
Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion
Legs in the air, like a whore - displayed, indifferent to the last
A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas...

This is you, nourishing
The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics!
'Thus I
Pass by,
And die;
As One
Unknown,
And gone;
I've made
A shade,
and laid
I'th grave,
There have
My cave,
Where tell
I dwell,
Farewell'
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
"Zabijcie wszystkich. Bóg rozpozna swoich."

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