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April 2016
1ARCHIVE ENTRY ONE.....
2ARCHIVE ENTRY TWO
3ARCHIVE ENTRY THREE
4ARCHIVE ENTRY FOUR
5ARCHIVE ENTRY FIVE
9SANDERS FOR PRESIDENT!
11Defense Information Systems Agency (DISA)
12Selections From Old SYNTHESIS Website, Sadly, Now Defunct.....
13SYNTHESIS II
14To Worship The Funeral.....
15Some Works From My Youth......
16THE DECLINE OF AMERICA
17DADA NIHILIS LE FLEUR
18NATIONAL ANARCHISM AND THE STATE
21Alexander Dugin: Magus And Mad Prophet!
22NO, THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY CANNOT COUNT ON MY VOTE!
23UNCONVENTIONAL WEAPONS AND WORLD POWERS
24Is Vladimir Putin The Chakravartin?
25BARACK OBAMA LORD OF APOCALYPSE!
26The Myth Of SRA, Psychotronics, And The Global Reality Grid
27BERNIE NEEDS OUR HELP!
30SANDERS VICTIM OF DNC/HILLARY CLINTON'S DIRTY TRICKS!


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April 2016

To Worship The Funeral.....
April 14, 2016

TO WORSHIP THE FUNERAL

When the philosopher,

his head in the guillotine,
last Anarchist pull the string.

To worship the Funeral.

When a child,
without loving parents,
in the world of Evil,
finds refuge in a loaded gun,
to mirage out at the wall.

To worship the Funeral.

When a teenage girl,
in moments of boredom, idleness,
drinks the waters of Lethe,
yet never to awaken.

To worship the Funeral.

When a junkie,
lost in an urban alley,
decides this high will be his last.

To worship the Funeral.

When Nothing Is,
true visions enamoured,
Wondrous Night.
Lost in final waves.

To worship the Funeral.

When the Artist,
knows all the World's a Stage,
but seeks refuge in the grave.

To worship the Funeral.

When people uncaring,
are sure that peace will be the way,
the warheads fly that day.

To worship the Funeral.

When the Parasites of Pretence,
dwell in battlements tall,
wars will destroy them all.

To worship the Funeral.

When you love your mother never more,
(who's love was never sound,)
than when she's lowered in the ground.

To worship the Funeral.

When Life reveals its irony,
an infinity of tears,
barren are the years.

To worship the Funeral.

When millions wander them.
The Nothing God, hears their cry;
"live, only to die."

To worship the Funeral.

When your prayers go out to Nowhere,
despair reigns because,
the God is dead that never was.

To worship the Funeral.

When nothing is consistent,
Truth wanes your heart enstranged,
its sole reference is deranged.

To worship the Funeral.

When my soul blessed to depart,
looks no more with human eyes,
my skeletal ghost shall rise;
To Worship the Funeral.


 
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