In the hearts of all mortals,

A flame burns.

It flickers.

It bleeds.

Ultra violent fantasies fuel its desires.

A sterile life and a sterile heart,

Oppression from state controlled social conditioning,

The inability to function as an individual

And a reword and punishment system designed for dogs,

Ensures its continued survival.

As passionate as a suicide bomber.

As romantic a notion as the hypocrisy of a democracy that we live in!

It smoulders behind your eyes,

And watches the world with cold sceptical judgement . . .

Even now, its charring the corners of our souls.

It is this flame,

This flicking spirit!

That when called to arms

Ignites into an inferno,

That engulfs all about it

In a fiery blaze of enraged revolutionary hatred and blood!


















< . . . long live the hardcore! . . . >







Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 319 AF.