Riddled of false idealistic ways.
Surrounded by existentialism.
When Nihilism is overcome, Culture can again, have a true foundation!
Don’t try to remind me of this Era's simpletons
Their graceful blind & entrusting fates.
No longer do I aspire, to shelter their needs!
We long for the rebirth, the return of our hearths
A jar ? For all those tears of acceptance,
Washing away our will and strength!
Enough of :
These riddles to sell us
These charms to slowly kill us
These lies to exploit us!
These integrating acts to...
Forget ourselves!
I will not dance with you!
This dance of the blind,
Of the benevolent Christ wannabe.
Let us instead reap the sorrows of our kind
and remind!
Put aside your false Ideals! Morals! Meta-Culture & Lies!
They have no place here, where sprouted knowledge and forebears!
In our realm of life, we aspire to be!
Abide, they say!
In their Kingdom of pain and sorrow;
Hypocrisy and Dogmatic rule!
Their world of Colonization and Immigration
Sacrificing our Tradition and Blood – Earth and Forests!
In the end...... our extinction!
Lest we forget.... our blood is our claim!
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