Yearning Arrows; Cloven Suns

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As we sail through the winds of pale creation<br/> There is friend, there is foe,<br/> there is blood upon the foaming waves.<br/> <br/> Yet, the thought that reigns triumphant,<br/> is the tome of the sinner.<br/> He, who himself had striven to praise his word.<br/> <br/> Hence, the waters of תְּהוֹם are longing for the ancient lamb,<br/> and the foam on the waves is craving the crimson spill.<br/> <br/> And stubborn cheer our hearts<br/> Which loathe the fascist unity<br/> As our cry shall sound:<br/> „We’re at war with peace “.<br/> <br/> The fight of the sailor is to bear the abyssal sea<br/> Though his fury is virtue and his struggle is fierce,<br/> he too shall nourish the waves<br/> <br/> We’re at war with peace!<br/> We’re at war with peace!<br/> <br/> And stubborn cheer our hearts<br/> Which loathe the fascist unity<br/> As our cry shall sound:<br/> „We’re at war with peace “.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Last night I climbed a mountain steep<br/> A wanderer bold and without fear.<br/> <br/> I longed to pass even the brightest of stars<br/> for they are but fireflies to my blaze.<br/> <br/> Near the ridge my step grew weak<br/> As threefold devils laughed at me;<br/> as baleful horrors gazed at me<br/> with eyes as bright as ivory.<br/> <br/> One made me see the lower plains<br/> and I turned my head in shame;<br/> one made me see the peak befogged<br/> and I turned my head in doubt.<br/> <br/> The last of devils led me to the gorging depths<br/> right underneath my plagued feet.<br/> <br/> Where darkened shades laid still<br/> of shattered men<br/> and I turned my head in deafeat.<br/> <br/> A glance at the abyss<br/> and at the chance of defeat<br/> draws water to fire<br/> and winter to heat.<br/> <br/> A glance at the abyss<br/> and at the peaceful quiet<br/> has cut the rope in two.<br/> <br/> Into perpetual darkness<br/> where neither Gods nor Devils creep;<br/> for where the flesh has perished<br/> there is no soul for them to reap

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Behold the sword wielded by the ancient tribe:<br/> Unmatched the blade yet dull it feeds through the flesh.<br/> <br/> Esteemers! Creators!<br/> When will you recognize your sin?<br/> <br/> Bequeathed the virtue of a just, noble fight –<br/> though fruitless smites the awful hand…<br/> <br/> Warriors! Conquerors!<br/> When will you grasp the goal of goals?<br/> <br/> I summon thee; loyal ones,<br/> who fell to please a single truth.<br/> I summon thee, victims of thine idiocy,<br/> to quell a thousand necks.<br/> <br/> To quell a thousand necks<br/> is ridding them of all weight.<br/> Woe to you: The pride-ridden man –<br/> it is your whip that shames the wise whipper!<br/> <br/> The pride-ridden man:<br/> I, the knave, dictator,<br/> have felt the hermit’s word,<br/> have grasped his single truth.<br/> <br/> I, the sole decimator,<br/> bane of promethean seed,<br/> shall lead my turdial legions<br/> into the sewage of time!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026