Solidified Ghosts, Articulate Zombies.

...spare some change for the cold, hungry and oppressed, mentally unstable products of this unsustainable in-human machine that feeds on blood and dinosaur bones and wipes its ass with the trees... a snake that chases its own tail and swallows himself whole...A closed system ruled by a false and mechanical order that is the epitome of chaos itself.

Crucifiction.

Self destruction in the name of self-rightous ego indulgence...a maniacle display of martyrdom...bomb strapped to the chest...holding a knife to the neck of a pig in a bulletproof vest...anialation of self, in the afterlife invest...
we all must walk our own path, find our own redemption, seek out our own salvation, and pay for our own sins...
The Devil is an illusion, a fragmented representation of my self, deformed and diseased... my own ego, that lingering ghost, it creeps into my dreams and haunts my visions...The Devil is within.

God is the foundation for empire.

God is the personification of nationalistic fascism, the collective pride of an arrogant tribe, God is an excuse for genocide...God is a scape-goat, a mascot for a regime of war-mongering tyrants bent on possession and control of land and rescources... In the name of God they subject their demonic will over the earth and her children.

Empires are founded on the foundation of suserviance to this God. Every Empire has its God and its priesthood...Every Empire has its Masters and Slaves, Sheep and Shephards...the very structure and nature of empire depends on the illusion of a diety that rules over the sun.

Empires are illusions created by the dreams of those who lust for power... they project their dream images...they impose their will over the landscape and the imaginations of their subjects over whom they rule with an iron rod...with rod and staff the shepherd drives the sheep into submission, shearing and slaughtering them one by one, starting with the firstborn spotless, blameless lamb.

many have dared to dream their own dream and many have dreamt alone and have been crucified for their dream...when we dream together, we create reality.

God is merely a personification of the institutionalization of society. God represents the foundation of a mechanical order, an evil system based on the law of a lord that requires blood for the remission of sins. God is the root of an unsustainable government that is destructive by nature and depends on violent and cohersive force to perpetuate itself.

The illusion of 'need' is the friend of greed...a perversion of our true desire.

In the vortex of this corporate state, those who choose not to participate in the maniacle consumption of natural rescources, those who refuse to strap their bodies to the corporate plow, those who do not relinquish their divinity to take their place as a cog in the wheels of an imperialistic war machine are marginalized, victimized, osteresized, and persecuted in the name of Law and Order.

Law is a weapon, brandished by the hands of Tyrants, a false authority that depends on war, violence and oppression of the people to sustain its reign over the land, rescources, and population within the arbitrary borders of their illusory kingdom.

Blietzgrieg ghosts...

Blietzgrieg ghosts of exiles


Bleeding from the sky...

Cold rain wash away my tears

I feel the tremors of the earth

The ground quakes beneath my feet...

And the wind whispers thru the willows

Revolution...

within and without

the cold wind blows...cuts thru me like a knife...chill to the bone...lonely is colder than any wind that ever blowed and it cuts deeper than any blade could reach...and I bleed...I bleed out on the concrete...a trail of bright red splotches of sunshine that will evaporate and acend on high, a swirl of smoke up to the sky...bleeding like the firstborn lamb on the fourth of July...
Dying from the inside out...held captive by the beast...bleeding internally on the street...lost in the maze of empty created by the hands of slaves who die in the shadows of the towers they have built from bricks of mud and straw...the beams of iron ore...the ceders of lebenon...We die among the modern marvels of man-kind...clutching our nothing and holding it tight...we slave under the rod and staff of a false shepherd... a king who raises himself on throne above the earth and claims an authority higher than the Sun...how many generations will slave in chains and fetters forged by our own hands before we realize that the earth is ours? When will the meek inherit the earth? They claim to possess that witch belongs to all...They claim jurisdiction over our land...our seas...even our bodies and possessions...they write their 'law' on tables of stone that they heave upon the heads of my people...Woe to those who seat themselves on a throne above the earth, endevoring to rule over their fellow man with their iron sceptors, writing their 'laws' on tables of stone that they heave upon the heads of the people...they are preists of darkness...claiming to possess the 'knowledge of good and evil'...Curses be upon your heads...fuck you and your god and your nations...with blood on your hands you stand in judgement of the rightous...
festering wounds never had a chance to heal...the bandits raid outside while the theif breaks in to steal...the bleating of the lamb is silenced by the blade...god requires blood for the remission of sins and they high priest recieves the choicest cuts of the meat...
I shiver in the cold, run for cover from the rain...nobody knows my fears, no one knows my pain...that cold wind blows, blood frozen in my veins,and lonely stabs me deeper than any blade could ever reach.

Function of Sacrifice...

Sometimes it is nessecary...always a last resort...not a thing to be honored in and of itself alone...a lesson in abundance and truth..Sacrifice can be a rite of passage...a symbol of a new birth...when the sacrifice itself becomes an idol...a false god is created...When a sacrifice is required as a testament to loyalty, the bond of true Love is broken and replaced by another paradym that is based on a false frame of reference... True Love is unconditional and it requires no sacrifice...it is not a noble thing to sacrifice our true desires, those desires are clues to our right path...our rightful purpose and destiny can be found on the path to our True Desires...

valley of dead bones

the warriors will rise from the ashes and the prophets will cast away their sackcloth of sorrow and from the bones of the marytrs they will fashion swords that cut to the marrow... and the scribes will write their letters with the blood of their oppressors and the rivers will run red with their blood