I have got just the fifty percent of your heart
our lives are indeed divided
as if they weren't already by the brutality of life
I feel like a prisoner
maybe men made life into a prison
they arrested their soul
I feel like I have lost something
I feel like true happiness is impossible
because of them
I feel like this world isn't made for free spirits
I feel like under the law of a powerful universal tyrant
that rule everything
I feel like I'm a cathedral in the desert
and I have just wilderness
and they have everything
except what I have
and so they are unhappy, having everything
and I resist, having nothing
but I still am in this wasteland
in this arid wilderness
alone, I'm indeed an hermit
against the world
with a message who could free them all
but I know very well the fate of prophets
and I don't accept it
I am a giant and noble rebellion
I condemn this stupid world
May it fall, may it collapse
may be destroyed, this unjust world
Fire, hidden in the darkest night
hidden from every powerful man
unknown, under the ground
it resists
facing a world of terrifying darkness
it is the fire of Hell
the fire of justice
we still here, after centuries of genocide
burning for truth
burning in the name of nature
against an ugly and unjust world
burn this world
purify
with the fire of philosophy
die, transform, overcome, destroy, create, fight!
SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
a deadly curse upon God
you will never have my unique soul
I will fight against the whole world
and if I will die you won't survive me
a challenge, a noble duel
unequal fight, but what is equal?
Conquer your might! Defeat who is superior!
Take his heart, eat it for Mars!
Blessed be the crazy ones
Cursed be the idiots
crazy like a true revolutionary
one, who, with a sentence, issue a sentence of death!
Who is afraid of words?
I know who! These words are a knife
a noble knife of someone screaming
DON'T TREAD ON ME
a knife that frightens the evil men
a knife of justice!
deadly, bloody words, you may be hurt
and they are meant to that
words are swords that hurt
a poem can be a true duel
I'm a warrior, and I challenge
cursed be who doesn't fight
is already a slave
nothing you will get
without struggle
nothing you will achieve
without true hate
death to the dead
cries nature
death to this dead world!
I ventured into the past and found an interesting video.
The topic was depression. The opinion was, I gathered, that depression was a motivating cue. I couldn't agree more.
But sometimes an individual gets so bogged down in the belief they are powerless to change their life that nothing short of drastic measures can restore their motivation to live.
I believe depression is a deep fear. The deepest fear I know of is not death but losing control of your life. The need to maintain autonomy presents itself in the human mind as early as two years of age. We are wired to be free to choose. Ask any person the first time they are incarcerated what was the worst part of the experience? Humiliation? Other inmates? The atmosphere of disregard? Being a number?
They would likely say it was the first realization of their loss of freedom. They have lost personal choice. Their choices are now made for them. Nothing is more valuable to the soul.
A depressed person has lost sight of their choices. They have lost faith in their own power of choice. They see life in black and white and narrow their choices until they reach only one; suicide.
Satanism is a natural cure for depression.
You can tell a person their depression is a signal of a deeper need to change, but the deeply depressed have lost sight of their ability to change. A depressed person needs one thing; to be shown their own power; especially over their own weakness to their emotions and their thoughts. Satanism and other parts of the LHP do exactly that. They hand the power of self control back to the individual. Thoughts, beliefs and emotions no longer dominate your life; conscious awareness does.
Escape from depressing patterns of thought requires emotional control, thus ultimately, Self-Control.
The Pain