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Anders Behring Breivik, PoemA king among menMore Like This
A man among traitors
His glory shines brighter than any sun
May he grow wings
And may he be granted a halo
For he truly is an angel
Our savior and our hero
He tries to save his country
With a beautiful bomb
And guns with bullets sent from God
His bones are made of steel
His heart must surely be made of gold
For the sacrifice he was ready to make
But some people are still blind
They won't wake up
To see what has happened
And to see what must be done
Hail Anders Behring Breivik
The Justiciar Knight
For Knights Templar will rule
And they will fight
For the perfect world
It will shine so bright
They will ru
TreasonSalivating, it rises up from the stomachMore Like This
A nervous burst disturbs the sound of silence
Judgment bestowed in waves before i open my mouth
And i am refined beyond meeting ignorance with severe threats and empty but deeply satisfying violence
Down a hallway of humanity and tightrope dreams
It's supported the weight of emotive cries which falter to a tempest of haunting screams
Daunting, the concrete caressing my confusion
Playing the role of an abstract concept in a perturbating illusion
But only to me because here lies reality
The doors swing open after shutting me out for so long
A reluctant awakening, baptised in a smiling grave
Fa
Beast Is MeBeast is me, at one with my primitive sideMore Like This
Succumbed to the lower brain's nature, devour to survive
In one sense i am dead, in another i am alive
Adapting is a painless task, i don't have to sacrifice any pride
None remained, my shoulders bloody due to clipped wings
The angel in my reflection continues to sing
Subside it with a blade like a sling
And now i'm truly left with nothing
No matter to me, this was foreseen
Whilst in the shadow of a white light being pulled between
Two worlds, each with a promise to make me rise
Above the dirt, suspending above the lies
I chose darkness, my face hidden from view
A maskless mask, No trace
My Dark PassengerA whisper of atrocities to plague my sleepMore Like This
A perennial jolt as if i was falling
Wake up in a cold sweat, wallowing in the unknown deep
And i know my dark passenger is calling
Leads me to a grave that bears my name
Drenched with my own blood
A crimson wave upon my ruin
Like purest water spiked with mud
The game is not over yet
I will sacrifice to the end
Through tears and sake
And no one will dare to defend
Me from the dark passenger
Cut me open and i bleed
I yearn for love, a human need
But something separates you and i
An entity that controls the will of my third eye
Alone in the absolute sense
Silent screams are a moment o
Devious Journal EntryIf you've read my deviantART page you might've noticed that I have a ongoing battle with the Swedish state. This entry will be all about that struggle.More Like This
After a prolonged, unfortunate and I dare to say extremely physically traumatising event in my early twenties, my body and entire life along with it, was utterly destroyed. After feeling physically ill I was referred to various doctors which tragically found nothing and could only throw out som wild guesses. During this period my obsession about Christian Nationalism being the only way to go when it comes to the governing of a nation, which had been previously unknown to the public, started dawning on the people around me. I had chosen to keep it more or less of a secret until I had finished the mandatory school years since Sweden always had been so pro-immigration under my time as a child. As early as in preschool the TEACHERS started brainwashing everyone by commanding the children to draw pictures of the Earth with children of
Foreigners in NorwaySometimes I get my hopes up. I walk around in the streets of Norway and think: "There isn't as much muslims and foreigners as I thought". Because I don't see so much of them in my school, and don't see much of them when I go skiing, or when I'm at the cinema, or at the public swimming pools and etc. But then it becomes Saturday and I go to the "city", and I see them.More Like This
A flock of foreigners hanging around drinking, or simply just standing around as if they don't have nothing else to do. In the "city" we have this huge ass building with around 100 stores, and in the first floor it's a big space filled with benches, but when it's Saturday it seems so much smaller because the foreigners fill up the benches and just hang around.
This Saturday my sister just wanted to go and buy a magazine in this building and I came along. When we got close I could see them standing outside, and inside there were even more. Many of them reacted and started staring at us, I almost started looking for some oth
Anders Behring Breivik, PoemA king among menMore Like This
A man among traitors
His glory shines brighter than any sun
May he grow wings
And may he be granted a halo
For he truly is an angel
Our savior and our hero
He tries to save his country
With a beautiful bomb
And guns with bullets sent from God
His bones are made of steel
His heart must surely be made of gold
For the sacrifice he was ready to make
But some people are still blind
They won't wake up
To see what has happened
And to see what must be done
Hail Anders Behring Breivik
The Justiciar Knight
For Knights Templar will rule
And they will fight
For the perfect world
It will shine so bright
They will ru
