By Nullus
A thin wire pushing deep into the flesh of your bare feet, Accountability burning the wavering foundation on which you stand, The weight of your ancestors pushing hard with every beat, You walk the fragile tightrope divine providence commands. Screeching souls bellowing from the depths of this damned ravine, Their nauseous vomit inducing stench of hypocrisy, Milksop man-children playing with pathetic figurines, Unprolific spinsters lay in waste without progeny. Corporate rebels wear patches of global sponsorship, Corrupt parasites feeding greasy pigs generously, Armies of technocrats constructing lies and censorship, Symbols of moralizing filth and degeneracy. You can attempt to circumvent the inevitable, You deny it as you try to focus on the mundane, Vicious mark of the beast will never be charitable, Your children and your children’s children will suffer your shame! The cracked bell of a venerable clocktower strikes hoarse, Vibrating echoes of forlorn faith and nobility, Zealously denouncing the apostasy of ethnos! Salvation through Christ remains the only validity! You take your final steps across this treacherous passage, One thought elevates as you break from this delirium, Undaunted disciplined brethren marching in the distance, Infinite love and hate restore your equilibrium! © Nullus 2021