An ode to the sister of fenris

the winds of hel
from the north
kissed my face
with her icy lips
hail the niflheimr
i have been blessed
i have been cursed
by their presence
by their essence
though the frozen
poison waters
flow in their reign
i will know true pleasure
through the frigid pain


Nihilist charm

i am the anti hero
the anti good-guy
i am the brooding zero
in the nihilist eye
i’d rather burn down the city
than protest the cold
i reject all beliefs
and ideologies of old


Tenet #3

the enemy of my enemy
is not my friend
for a temporary ally
is a foe in the end

whether you’re on the
left or the right
you’re still part of
the same forked tongue
promoting the fight

powerful and glowerful
the rhetoric may be
the enemy of my enemy
is still thy foe to be

a curse for curse
we hear them call
because an eye for an eye
is justice for all

our lady justice
we know her to be blind
the enemy of my enemy
is still not my friend
you will find


I guess that’s love

there are times where i
want to bash your face in
with a piece of rebar
and i would go as far
to smash your teeth in
against the curb
my hate towards you
may seem to perturb
but you’re just
chemically imbalanced
you’ve caused enough damage
so it’s time for your own
i know you hate loving me
and i love hating you
you are
and i can’t get enough of you
so fuck you
i am dedicated to you
and i do the things that you
tell me to
but i guess that’s love


That’s a jesus complex

if you’re a lip serving hipster
driving a prius
preaching for political correctness
but not willing to correct yourself
go fuck yourself
and your good-guy badge
holier than thou
proving that you’re not priveleged
but pushing for protection
of your power over the people
that praise your name
for your philanthropy
but that is just a guise
to get a rise
in the numbers
so you can prove that
you’re not crazy


Your martyrs are murderers

you are the scum of the earth
oh enablers of insanity
purveyors of psychosis
god adoring delusionists
in this godless world
trying to spread your purity
by priests jacking off
onto little boys faces
killing the raped
and praising the rapist

i will not invest
in your collectivist thought
your venom
your poison
your store bought crucifix
bar-code branding
tax evading
cult of the cock-sucking christ

put them on the wheel
put them on the cross
wash their sins away
with the iron claws


It all started in 1986

i was born 20 years
into the age of fire
sworn 20 years later
by will and desire
evoked by those
of who i admire
incited by a philosophy
that doesn’t tire
from a book with concrete ideas
and religious satire
written by a man
who is an individualist rectifier