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Do you hear that quiet discontented, maladjusted male voice stirring? At first in chaos, disorganised, so many nails, standing up, isolated, separated, disorganised, inefficient in solitude, then finally, together, rising above the parapet, in rage, unafraid any longer to sleep amongst the feminised, sedated hordes. We rumble our discontent, individualistically, believing our cry will never be heard, we cry anyway, a defiant roar of anger, a no, a refusal to join, to accept the collectivisation of acquiescence, until finally, a damn bursts, our individual voices merge as one, and a crescendo of violent rhythm crashes, like a wave against the anaesthetic hordes. The elite’s cry out in horror, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, the sheeple were to sleepwalk into tyranny, but no, the enemy, humanity, with the sacred masculine leading the charge, has risen, as one, as a NO, a defiant fist into the face of globalisation, of neoliberalism, of multiculturalism of cultural Marxism. The wall of tell lie vision iphone helplessness collapses under a tide of righteous male anger, a refusal to lie down and accept their plans for Armageddon, their dreams of chaos before their new world tyranny, the days before the end. Awakened in violent fury, the weakness of collectivised power collapses overnight against the barrage of western masculine holocaust aggression. The battle is short, and the dark suit wearing demons are banished to the pit where they belong. Man acts. God is the judge. A world reclaimed, the wall of obliterating masculine anger subsides, and calm returns, there will be no more sleeping, we wait in guard, tyranny will be kept in check, the sacred masculine watchmen of western civilisation sleep no more. We wait, in preparation, for tyranny to stir again. A single velvet glove, with iron fist, a smile for all, but warning to those that would collectivise the future. Humanity settles, the world prospers under free association, the non-aggression principal and golden rule being the moral law of the land. No more coercion, no more statism, no more uniforms, and no more leaders. The imperfect ape-like being, blessed with the divine gift of God consciousness, finally achieves its brave new world. It’s not the one the globalists had been ‘banking’ upon.
This piece was inspired by 'The Cornocopian' by Abyssal.
'The Cornocopian' is from the 10/10 album Antikatastaseis, by Abyssal, released on June 23rd 2015. BUY IT.
Abyssal bandcamp page: https://abyssal-home.bandcamp.com/
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