One “ring” to rule them all, why should ever, a potent soul feel so desperately small?
Why should a man ever, be willing to be governed by anyone, sounds very degrading to me…
Played like the helpless leaf on a strong wind, eternally cursed and too blinded to see? Always running downhill and then up, like a well-trained pup?
When will you finally have enough…why your path must be so self-genocidal and so unpleasantly rough?
I am nobody posse…I walk my, own road even in the forest full of scary shadows.
I will find my, own green meadow, even if the darkness falls
Warrior is never just accepted in the sacred halls, find your balls!
Vote, why should humanity ever touch that dirty and highly unpleasant note?
Voting for your, own doom, before the gates of heaven
It must be, awesome and really, pleasant…
Hunter and his hunted, insane glowing peasant
Roaring lion and scared, delusional Pheasant
I guess:“ Eyes without a face, Got no human grace”
Why put your faith in a cold chisel and hard, hitting mace?
Why live in the totalitarian, utopian disgrace
How about the story about better-suited romance?
Find your honor,
find,
your beautiful Face!
I am not talking about total anarchy and the nonexistence of any form of oral or written law. I am talking about higher, esoteric laws, about responsibility for self and others around you, humans and animals alike…
Simbiotic life with nature, not grave assault or her senses, day after day, night after night.
Viktor Schauberger – Comprehend and Copy Nature
If everyone knows and follows a few very simple rules, there is really, a minimalistic need for any kind or form of government.
Do we need overpaid lawyers to speak in “Latin” to show us the road to justice and freedom?
How many times in this court(courting) of laws the perpetrator has become a saint and the victim ended up in prison?
If the government doesn’t serve the will and spirit of its, own people, there is, absolutely no need for government…Buildings should be brought down and liars with rattling snake tongues presented as politicians, or men in so-called good standing immediately should be introduced to the nearest available gallows.
No questions asked, and not one tear should be shed for the lives of these foul and rotten creatures.
In the end, with no semantics, it is you or them…It is sadly so simple.
Choose…but choose wisely!
Sometimes man has to become savage, it is the only way he can overcome the prevailing savagery that is embroiled around his existence, reality if you wish.
Is Conan savage, or stupid, no answer is no, but he has no choice, if he wants to see the morning of another day but become barbarian, even if just for a little bit.
Savage has to have a functional brain, there lies the difference, just and functional brain, not become a vile representation of estranged intelligence that wishes nothing more than to feed on another man’s misery.
in this case, His Path of the Hero becomes a parasitic interpretation of self-served inverted terminology of freedom.
in other words, he has become a darkness he has wished always to avoid or escape from.
LIVE-VEIL-EVIL path to own destruction is never that far and never out of reach, so watch and observe the traveled road before you, my future Hero!
Stolen mind,
hijacked like he was born forever blind
don’t wonder, don’t doubt
connected to your depraved lust
Cursed Sailors are lost in the electro-magnetic storm without mast
Energized aromatic Bunny smiling awkwardly funny or preying rust
rivers of people turned into biometric dust
future intertwined with the voices of the past
Here is the announced forecast…
2024 is incoming fast
Whose honor will be served last?
Eternal Glory or neglected dust?
Right from wrong
can tell? so long….
Strong or wrong
Is paid, piper
acclimatized sniper
disguised as the black tongue of a hissing horrendous viper?
Born…Who is born?
living whisper of awakened Mastodon?
On your knees, beggar! find your fermented flees
Chemical solution on your back,
A clueless mind welcomes the swift heart attack
The distant void, shapeless toroid, is calling your Souls back
demented hacker is injecting his vile hack
is young winter painted already in the color of black?
Even the hallowed wind that is blowing is strangely bathed in black
Enough, enough!
Can we find another,
less doom-ridden and more “groovy” track?
The world will slowly fall
nobody has to know
how deep this rabbit hole, really goes
Stubborn and depraved
mostly short-sided and desperately enslaved
not well-behaved, mentally degraded
wrongfully educated
with closed eyes, they march on
death is calling them on the invisible phone
leave them…
they will chew on their, own bone…
without your help, they are already gone
New potent stars are born under this dome
yearning for their true home
in the dark, they will shine even if left, completely alone
Helping Hand is the name of this Aryan band
he will catch you when he can
Dont doubt
don’t be bound
here
this is not your true hemisphere
All along you have been robbed blind
but not once left behind…
from love and grace that falls on good souls in kind
every day, every night
Distilated world
awaiting Surtr’s flaming sword
Who is there…
knocking on heaven’s door?
Who is barking on the burning dance floor?
And who will not like the approaching score…
Aryanism is not despotism
mesmerized by the wrong set of rules
led by corrupted Evil,
mostly of life devoided, enchanted fools
Do you know wrong from right
is sadness eating your soul, your mind
don’t, despair, don’t even go there
trigger the new more promising affair
When evil strikes we are a secret army ready to fight
We are the heavenly Light
that wanders and strikes in the dead of the night
How do you like, us now?
when all is going wrong somehow?
Remember the glowing orbs, dancing, high in the sky
telling you there has to be another form of heavenly lullaby
remember when you were free
remember when you were more than a leaf on the mighty tree?
There is only one solution for this Evil incarnate devolution
who operates under the voice of wicked and obscene absolution
preaching day and night about the wrong solution
Involution of mind and heart
will light your ancestor’s spark
why should you swim in the foul rivers of eternal dark?
Listen to this Nordic bard
follow the thunderous trace of my stellar wrath
find my bright and always shining path
Buy the ticket
no, you can’t be wicked
like,
Biden or Blinken
I will leave open, what has been always forspoken
Gate to the new green paradise
behind the eyes that are lost
behind the frozen door that always burns in pure frost
There one is never found helpless and lost
Warriors of the ancient word
pick up your astral sword
become your, own vagabond lords
Behold, and be forever born
guess what
nobody has to ever know
when green leaf, falls in the pure whitest snow
when a new seed in utmost silence, forever grows
Wow!
give me your precious smile, stick around
My friends!
We are Twilight who doesnt pretend
We are the fire, that is God sent
Ride with us!
Smile with us…
Fight with us!
On this perfect day
where only bravery
will find the right way
Ride with us!
Who knows…
Maybe you look, just like us
don’t speak
don’t make an unnecessary fuss
Catch this fierce and starry train
here’s the deal…
Red Dragon has to be slain
nothing you do,
is ever done in vain
Ride with us!
Smile with us…
Have your say
even if you think, you already lost your way
Flaming blue eyes at the gates of paradise
rain has already fallen twice
jealousy of the old will pay the third and final price
Ask yourself…
Are you are Mighty Bear or frightened, small mice?
Warriors of the ancient words
pick up your faithful, now glowing swords
become your, own loving lords
Behold, and be forever born
guess what…
nobody has to ever know
when green leaf, falls in the pure whitest snow
when a new seed in utmost silence grows
White wind will start to blow
where do we go?
when we go?
nobody has to know
For now silent is the black whispering crow
When it happens
you all brave souls will in an instant know
It is time for another tale
there goes my supper,
I guess, soon I will have to write the song about burning kale
till we meet again
In another story
full of stars and
forever flowing,
enchanting glory.
Have a great day my beloved and always radiant Queens and Kings
remember nothing is like it seems
become a awoken shadow in this mystified dream
do it, even if you have to buy the coldest ice cream,
you have ever seen…
Reality is porous, always veining steam
do you know what I mean?
Stay away from the clutches of the barking sin
remember the beauty of your astral twin
and you will see how this story begins
Nothing ever ends, my friends!
the immortal soul always in secrecy and unknowingly creates
even if put under the relentless stress and darkest hate
There is no debate
who will open the last gate
Be well, when the time comes
no matter the time zone
see past the layers of incidental ozone
It is the old-fashioned battle of the Will
wishing and praying that you will kneel
Impossibly far and imaginable wide
honor and selfless pride
will take you beyond this crucible divide
Uphill and downhill
wanders ascetic thrill
(Souls Will)
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I got 104 views on Substack, this never happens, only happens when I post something in Croatian, I can show my stats…it does not matter in the grand scheme of things…
Granted, I made a few mistakes here(I was up all night that day, and couldn’t sleep), but I think zee message is more than clear.
Accordingly, if anything in the written text is out of place just skip it…
You who are doing these “fine deeds”, know this: it will not help you…
This is my message to the perpetrators of modern book burning…
Jack or Phil, do me a small favor…can you enlarge the pictures, it was really hard to find them, they are not the newest.
The resolution is small, but if you think they don’t look good when enlarged, leave them be…this is not that important.
Thanks in advance.
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