every political ideology seperates the populace into two distinct and opposing classes; the rulers and the ruled, the slaves and the masters, the burgoise and the prolariate, in other words the powerful and the powerless. The State is built on the foundation of a profound imbalance of power. Power is centralized at the pinnacle of the pyramid while hte masses are oppressed, forced to compose the base, carrying the heavy load of labor and taxes, bearing the weight of hierarchy on their shoulders. Power is centralized towards the top of the pyramid while the weight of labor and penance is on the shoulders of the people.

The State is the anti-thesis of balance and equality. In nature, power is like water, it seeks its own level, like electricity it seeks to ground itself out and distribute itself evenly...but contrastly, society seeks to centralize power to a single scource, sucking rescources and energy into itself. It creates its own chaos, It rebells against the perfect order of the Cosmos. Like a virus invading the body, kingdoms and empires have created a seperate entity that opposes the perfect order of the cosmos. This diseased entity must be destroyed and expelled from the body or it will grow out of control resulting in death.

The Lament of Cain.

I gathered the finest fruits for you from the bounty of the earth and made an offering unto you, but you rejected my gifts and abandoned me in the desert because you required a sacrifice of blood for the remmission of sins. What have I done to offend you? Why must you crave the blood of the innocent? Why does the firstborn have to die? Why do you smite me? You have exiled me from my homeland and driven me into barren and rocky land so that your chosen people can graze their sheep in the fertile valleys...You lead them beside the still waters but I beg outside the gates of the garden with an empty cup and outstretched hands. You have persecuted and exiled my people. You have driven us from our homelands with the might of your hands and chased us when we escaped into the hills. You have imprisoned and enslaved my people forcing them to serve in your kingdoms with shackles on their hands and feet.
You claim ownership over the land and parcel it out among your chosen people. commanding them to kill and plunder and destroy in your name. Cursed be your name among men Oh Lord of the locusts! May your temples crumble to the dust from whence they came! this knee will not bow! I will stand, in the garden, naked and unashamed with my fist raised in defiance. This knee will not bow! My tongue will confess allegience to no God and no man will be my master! Wake up you sleepers and beat your plowshares into swords. We will be oppressed and scorned no more. Arise, the day has come, Prepare yourselves for war!

Slaughter-House Temple

Strategic Butchery.
Assembly lines.
on the choicest cuts of meat
the high priest dines
he parts the curtain
in the inner most part of the temple
the holyest of holies
the pussy of the beast
spilling the blood of the firstborn lambs of a nation
on the horns of the alter
sacred bloody copulation
A jealous god requires the blood of the innocent as an offering
for the remission of sins.
What sin is greater than spilling innocent blood?

Blood-Thirsty Gods.

They destroy the land of the living and disturb the land of the dead...They have divided and seperated the earth. The North has warred against the south and the west against the east. The tribes and nations conspire in anger. Their gods demand blood for the remission of sins. The earth groans beneath these labors as the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed, and the blood of the martyrs soak the ground. They spit fire from their mouths smoke risesom their nostrils. They devour the earth, destroying the land of the living and disturbing the slumber of the dead, dividing the earth, raping her of her precious metals and the black sludge that grows beneathe the land and sea. Theydrain her veins in the name of their blood-thirsty gods.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Naked and vulnerable beneathe their filthy rags of rightousness, hiding from the sun...turning a deaf ear to the slaves who beg for crumbs from their table, the very ones who spun the cloth and wove the fabric of the garments that cover their shame they regard with disgust ignoring their pleas for bread and water... They drink wine from grapes that have been smashed by the feet of these same naked slaves...They are a proud, stiff-necked people, trusting in their wealth, serving their false gods, denying alms to the hands that have woven their garments, exiling from their presence those whose feet have pressed the grapes of the wine they drink...A body divided against itself will not stand...how can the right hand say to the left hand "I have no need of you." The earth springs forth a bountiful harvest as the soil is soaked by the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed and the blood of the martyrs...the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. The unjust man reaps what he has not sown, claiming possession over what does not belong to him. He washes his hands of the blood of the innocent and feasts on the spoils of war and the prizes of usury while the man whose hands are soiled with the dust of the earth and are hardened by painful labor and toil remain empty and his clothes threadbare. The day of judgement is near. The meek shall inherit the earth. Your tables of usury will be overturned. Your temples will be destroyed. Your kingdom will crumble and the earth will swallow you. The day of judgement is at hand. Repent!

Walk Alone.

To truly love another, I must first Love myself. We all learn to walk holding the hand of another but, every man must learn to walk alone...Only when he has learned to walk alone can he walk hand in hand with another. Every man must master the art of solitude.

Deny not Love.

I believe that what is between us is real. Love. In this world of illusions it is hard to believe in something real. Shadows of doubt and fear cloud my perceptions when my desire is at its peak. Desire and suffering go hand in hand. Suffering is a product of fear. Fear that my faith is in vain.
If we are strong enough to brush these illusions aside we will ecperience something that is overwhelmingly good and pure and true. Love.
We are one. When we recognise this unity, coming together as one, forsaking all illusions of seperation; a power that is bigger than us will be unleashed. Love.
Deny not Love. Denial of Love is a denial of self.