For the Sons of the West
I. Unbecoming Men Who Strove with Gods
They came of age the heirs of ruin,
When remnants of the West were carrion
To a ravening madness, a fear whose name
Their fathers knew but feared remember, for shame
Had so unmanned them, and degradations
By degrees for generations
The Enemy bred them to embrace and cherish.
The virtues of their forebears so would perish,
And with them any memory of their worth
As nations or the race from whom came forth
A civilization peerless and sublime.
To this end the Enemy over time
By sophistry, by trickery and theft
Had sabotaged their minds, until bereft
Of truth the sons of Europe were slaves
Most base, slaves who swore on their lives
They were free. But how was it possible
These descendants of captains of impassible
Waters, surveyors of oceans by sail
And continents by wheel, who with steel
In hand and heart explored the earth
And made of the wilderness a hearth,
Who apprenticed sons to build cathedrals,
Engineered the wing’s dihedrals
Mastering flight and stood upon the moon
To witness earthrise over its horizon
Had been reduced to little more than cattle?
Did they lose some catastrophic battle?
In truth it was not force of arms that wasted
Western men to a domesticated,
Cringing lot. Since Thermopylae
Had been tested and refined their soldiery
Until none more fierce or dread existed.
And though for centuries they enlisted
Against their European cousins
For territories, thrones or petty reasons
Masquerading as religion,
The pace of their martial invention
And deterrent had grown mythic,
Their formidable peace a monolithic
Culture spanning nations, an aegis
Sheltering all varieties of genius.
Symphonies and libraries rose after hordes
Of saracens bent on being lords
Of Europe had been bloodily repulsed.
Vlad Tepes dined where they convulsed
In a forest of pikes to teach them terror.
Winged Hussars proved their error
At Vienna. No, not from without
Was the European soul’s redoubt
Overtaken, but from within the Enemy
Began to undermine it with an enmity
Unfathomed by the conscience
Of his host in depth and patience.
The Germanics’ oath of hospitality
Or doctrine of Christian charity
Offered him, a seeming humble stranger,
Asylum, and imposing ever longer
On that goodwill he conspired to prey
On every mortal weakness, through bribery
And subterfuge and flattery called counsel
Gaining trust and power in council
Till at last he held the purse of nations,
And by and by their destinations,
In his hands. By his leverage of debt
Their treasuries, lands and wills were forfeit
To his benefit, and legislatures
More and more became his creatures
And their laws became his laws,
Written to serve the Father of Lies.
Economies were his, and then the Press
Aggressively he made his business.
The engines of truth used by Luther
He owned, and now he was the author
Of the public mind, of history the editor.
His advantage knew no competitor.
While common folk tried to live their lives
In peace, his propaganda struck knives
In their hearts, inciting them with fears
Against their brothers. In America years
Of civil warfare desolated families
For his profit, yet his prophet Marx gave rise
To the Bolsheviks and their paranoiac lists
Of innocents marked for the Chekists
To murder in the name of brotherhood.
Their westward tide of slaughter was withstood
Only after two enormous wars laid waste
In a generation many bloodlines of the race.
From Weimar’s broken humiliation
Noble Germany had arisen
Like a captive lion remembering
His strength and made of the circus ring
A reckoning for his spirit’s sake.
For his pride the Enemy vowed to make
Him cower, and marshaling all his proxies
Bled him, beat him down in democracy’s
Name. But in their rise and furious going down,
Germany’s sons like Leonidas had shown
A bold Aryan few, unbowed, unbought,
Could by true inspiration be wrought
Into lightning and his nemesis.
They reminded him of sacred justice,
And for this between the jaws of his vise
Of hate-blind armies in his service
He seized their fatherland. From the air
He razed their cities with satanic fire
And burned their homes and loved ones alive
While in the sky and fields and streets they gave
Their last. His fictions assured his minions
Their cause was just, his orders starving millions,
His occupiers defiling mothers and daughters
In marathons of lust and hate. With laughter
They vandalized anything beautiful.
Monuments, churches, museums full
Of statuary they made rubble,
Become in victory his lawless rabble.
In the desolation they called peace
He determined never, never to release
Any Aryan soul from the affliction
Of his reckless hate and its direction
To the end of demoralization.
As a century before the Southern nation
In America had been subdued,
Soon guilt and shame became the food
All Western children by his media
Were fed, now new technologies were ready
Vectors for this mass transmission.
His cinema and television
Perfected this deep subversion
Sold as novelty and mere diversion.
The frame of civilization was bent
Even as every advancement
Of Aryan science was promoted
As proof that free people who voted
Had won the great struggle of history
And were bound, together, for glory.
As Wernher von Braun raised America
To space, Marxist esoterica
From decadents the Reich had silenced
Emerged and were suddenly ensconced
In the academy. His psychologists,
Critics, philosophers, apologists
For every perversion of tradition
And natural order took their mission
Seriously, and from their campus
They sent forth without compass
A great wave of students intent
On drowning the stricken Occident
In chaos they learned to call progress.
Marcuse gave them license to regress
To beastial sex and mock the family,
The cradle of self, as anomaly.
His anthropologists professed the races
Have no meaningful differences
And so to prefer one’s own kin and kind
Was evidence of a backward mind.
He trained the nation to venerate
His fraudulent puppet degenerate
With the weight of Martin Luther’s name,
Then made him a martyr to defame
Any decent man opposing his vision
Of “social justice” or the decision
Of enemy lawyers and judges
To force fast-maturing savages
By law into school with his daughter.
For this the stormers of Normandy fought?
His “feminists” freed girls from their dignity
For lives of self-abuse and promiscuity.
Equality was his new religion,
And its priests never ceased to bludgeon
All things naturally excellent and true
To make their melting pot’s insipid stew.
When his politicians unhinged the gates
Of white America by their statutes,
The deluge from the lesser world began,
Each squatting alien equal to a man
Whose father’s father’s father signed with blood
The plan for his descendants’ nationhood.
To accelerate this national dilution
The Enemy used deception and illusion
As before, his confidence never greater
In the power of his demonic theater
Over a degraded population.
He broadcast live on every station
The brazen, calculated murders
Of two thousand souls among the girders
Of gigantic towers he demolished,
Then celebrated as his golem rushed
Obediently to attack the muslim tools
He fingered. The mind-rape of his fools
For mass conditioning was brutal
Past telling but control was not total,
For Aryan genius had lately created
An information medium that defeated
His stranglehold on what could be known,
And through this brief window were thrown
To minds among the somnolent and feral
Seeds of awareness of their peril.
The truth that in their ready soil took root
Would curse and bless and make resolute
That generation destined again to be,
Grown among ruin, a mighty tree.
II. Tho’ Much is Taken
Even as the infernal desert wars
His orchestrated false-flag terrors
Lit consumed naive young Western lives
To enlarge his middle-eastern hive
And agitate real terror in the West,
Even as the cause of the jihadist
Justified his surveillance apparatus
To put in doubt every citizen’s status,
And even as despite the dangers
Of their incendiary angers
His treasonous leaders opened borders
Of Western nations to the surging hordes
Of immigrants he set in motion…
Curiously at first, without emotion,
The vanguard of the new millennium
Came to learn what had been done to them.
They awoke from their entrainments,
From medicated stares, the entertainments
Diabolically designed to kill
Their energies, eros, time and will
To act in their own interest in the world.
They learned their manhoods were curtailed
By artificial diets, environments
That in promising convenience
All but sterilized them, while the girls
And women of Europe, their natural
Mates and humanity’s most refined,
Whored themselves and happily aligned
Against them with their existential rivals,
Casually risking genetic survival
Of the race. They learned, with growing clarity,
They were meant to become a minority
In their homelands. It was no accident
The Aryan birth rate in the Occident
Had fallen far below replacement
As the issue of teeming Africa was sent
Increasingly to demand asylum,
Deference and every Aryan womb
The Enemy could win for his plan
To breed his global Economic Man.
White fatherhood was everywhere despised
And white men only always feminized
In the anticulture they were given,
Where the world their fathers had striven
To build was built on stolen privilege,
The sum of their majestic knowledge
Nothing more than lies. It began to dawn
The language itself had been made a weapon
Against them, their aesthetics and morals.
The Enemy understood Orwell
Not as a warning but his blueprint,
And at last it came home that his intent
Was no less than their spiritual death
By torture until they confessed that truth
Was calumny, corruption was beauty,
Infertility and sodomy their duty–
The last, bastard, effeminate sons
Begging for their humiliations
Till extinction. Or were they scions
Of civilization, and its champions?
III. That Which We Are
There were greybeards here and there, a neighbor’s
Father, friends of friends, whose quiet labors
On behalf of Aryan posterity
Had been preserving in their rarity
Forbidden books, or conversations
In the small hours free of vague evasions,
Revering an outlawed flag on the wall,
Who offered their longer views of it all
Or advice for getting by day to day
Not catching the unblinking eye
Of the Enemy or his mindless spies.
Some had been trained in his militaries,
Some had been raised to survive in wild country.
Their sons were agile in the digital sea
Of their interconnected medium,
And they used the last days of its freedom
As pirates waging information war
Against his agents in the anticulture.
By monopoly he had maneuvered
Greedily to own it, and as it proved
A true threat he installed his acolytes
And gave them power to snuff the rights
Of Aryan citizens to freely speak.
When a single mercenary freak
Could with his finger consign to oblivion
Free conversation that had been haven
For the dissident sane, or identify
The heretics for attack or to deny
Their livelihoods, they dared to persevere,
Finding in themselves something severe
They had thought lost. Even as they improvised
To safeguard memory, they realized
Any worthy future called them to be hard
In ancient ways, in body and regard
For the iron disciplines of spirit
That over ages they did inherit.
Not as individuals, selfish and vain
As he wanted them, but to regain
As men together this potential
Simply they began by standing tall,
By setting jaws and leveling eyes
To recognize their own or the Enemy’s
Hate in the gaze of his most abject,
As brother one, the other as object
Of adamant contempt, not fear.
To meet the incomprehensible stare
Of violent accusation, they needed
The confidence of undefeated
Men, and this they found in finding
They were living testaments, binding
Once and future greatness of the nation
Whose blood drove them, as by divine action,
To become who they were, and are:
Sons of the sun, fathers of another star.
IV. And Not to Yield
When first they stood the Beast was startled
By a courage he assumed was throttled
In their kind. To resist their erasure
From history and the monstrous nature
Of his cult, they had assembled lawfully
In public space. His masked thralls massed to bully
And assault them in the trap his enforcers
Set for them illegally on his orders,
But they passed his gauntlet like sovereign men
(some only school-age boys), and dared like men
Defend themselves in orderly retreat
From his attack, as is the natural right
Of every creature living on God’s earth.
His sayanim received their money’s worth:
Their media sold the images of violence
To contrive a panic of compliance
With his mendacious version of events–
The deadly Nazi cancer’s reemergence.
In fact it was the death by his commandment
Of these American Aryans’ First Amendment.
Their love for their imperiled heritage
The Enemy announced was “hate”, and in his rage
Demanded all must hate their hate and all
Must hate without exception any soul
Unwise enough to show them sympathy
Or face the trials of his antipathy,
From social exile to the heavy threat
Of laws he promised soon to legislate
Against the merest overheard expression
In defiance of his anti-white suppression.
Thus he sought to isolate these heroes
And make of their potential allies foes.
His craven politicians genuflected
And condemned them, ever his elected
Stooges. The few who would equivocate
Or were too slow to angrily excoriate
The villainous boys were likewise made
Examples. His courts were a parade
Of hysterical shysters, his juries
Anything but peers, their tribal animus
For the accused the real criterion
For their selection. To put fear in
A righteous white man’s eyes–for the Enemy
that sick pleasure inflicting ignominy
On his better, an abomination
Vile as a child-defiler’s predation
To their Creator. But these young martyrs
Denied his appetite. They held their fears
In mastery, even in his System’s maw,
Abiding their Creator’s Higher Law
So resolutely that his show trials
Were not shown on his pervasive channels,
Lest unknown fellow dissidents take courage
From their defiance. Yet quietly courage
Their numberless noble brothers took,
While in his Babel the Enemy shook.
V. In That Annihilated Place
For a lifetime the odious Enemy
Had taken white women and children as prey,
Honor unknown to what passed for his soul.
Long his subversion had sought to control
The Western female mind and so her womb,
To make of it the Aryan future’s tomb
By corrupting the gift that was maternal
Until she either was infertile
Or open only to his feral other,
No less than his slave army’s mother,
No more than a savaged piece of meat,
A trophy for whom no war was fought.
To suit his sadistic appetites,
He abused poor adolescent whites
His fatherless cult wrote off as dross,
And especially these most sadly lost
He trained as bait for the blackmail traps
To which he led his abased satraps
For decades before any pretense
Of justice was made, the evidence
With his agents evanescing as ever,
The distracted public eye glazed over.
His justice likewise had little care
For the Aryan women raped every year
In their thousands by black “American” men
Emboldened by his psy-war campaign
To claim their sexual “reparations”.
In Europe as well the planned invasions
Of homelands for millennia Aryan
Were his sudden “humanitarian”
Emergencies, against whose dark legions
And convoys could be no moral defense.
In Albion brutal, Mohammedan gangs
Used poor British girls for their playthings
With all the arrogant impunity
Of occupiers whose immunity
His captive authorities trembled to expose
Lest their angered master’s media choose
To slander them. So their servile silence
Had approved for these girls a life sentence
Of terror, torture, rape and addiction.
When at last their gutless dereliction
Came to light, thousands of girls ruined
In cities and towns across England
Were their legacy. In London a foreign
Muslim mayor ruled the once great sovereign
City where now British were minority,
Earnestly excusing the hostility
And bloody crimes of his brown immigrants,
As beleaguered Aryan constituents
Were systematically deprived
By a government alien and depraved
Of even household tools and kitchen knives
That might with luck be used to save the lives
Of lawful citizens. All the continent
Suffered thus, as his coils would not relent
But rather tightened as its populations
Fought for breath against the depredations
Of the Enemy’s protected columns.
By the millions his bestial golems
Came, with his unholy blessing and the funds
Wrung from their native hosts, whose nations’ guns
Were trained on their own folk should they protest.
Unconsciously encouraged to molest
Those most docile, trusting and generous–
Germanic peoples raised learnedly helpless
In the syndrome of their historic trauma–
They turned Sweden into Botswana.
The Nordic lands from which berserkers sailed
Had so relentlessly been assailed
Their weak governments could not keep order,
Impotent against the rape and murder
Till where recently they neared utopia
They fell among the worst per capita
For these brutalities. Invasive hordes
Had truly colonized whole neighborhoods,
Swaggering out to rob and victimize
Emasculated Scandinavian boys
As they walked afraid and isolated.
Undefended girls they violated.
Everywhere his Leviathan lorded
Over Aryans the pattern repeated.
In Australia, where seafaring pioneers
Had improvised ploughshares from anchors
To cultivate a godforsaken waste,
Raised cities among the finest in the West,
Here too were ferried his anarchic swarms
To do their descendants barbaric harms,
One hand out for his promised booty,
In the other a raised machete.
And nowhere fell the blade more gory
Than on the farmsteads of the Boer, whose story
Was to be a warning for white kind.
How their success was utterly maligned,
Three centuries of toil to turn the veld
To breadbasket his vicious headlines billed
As theft, agitating black marauders
To the inhuman rapes and slaughters
Of whole Boer families. How the warlords
To whom he gave their first-world nation roared
Contempt for their safety and “privilege”,
Their massacres refusing to acknowledge,
As worldwide his censors served to occult
The truth. If they suffered it was their fault,
His voices hissed, besides it never happened.
But the Afrikaners’ wits were sharpened
By survival in that unforgiving place,
Among the very toughest of the race,
And though his puppet states denied them refuge,
They willed to stand against the evil deluge
In accordance with their way and spirit.
The death blow would not find them unprepared,
But organized in discipline and sworn
To God on the sacred rigors borne
By their forebears’ imperishable faith.
Their gathering fate was but a wraith
Still in the West to many, but to more
Every minute what seemed a nightmare
Resolved itself in daylight as the end
Of all they loved or could love. It was then
Our champions by grace were given fury.
Not despair, not hopeless misery,
but destiny’s transfiguration,
Though all Hell promised annihilation.
VI. What the Thunder Said
Even as rising, rain-redolent wind
And the distant trembling it carries portend
For the wary the coming of storms
Whose energies the most terrible bombs
Cannot rival, so for men in those days
With sense intact the time to agonize
Was past, the facts these lines belabor
Unmistakable signals to prepare.
As a man prepares his family home
To face the hurricane, their wisdom
Shaped all that remained in their favor
For that imminent, momentous war
That would decide the future, the fate
Of the infant not yet risen to his feet.
“Man Made” by Mark Brahmin and Xurious:
For a different age I was born,
Every man has once said,
Where each was to honor sworn,
Rather to all this cowardice bred,
Thus for a gilded time we mourn,
Insisting such days forever dead.
Yet of all the feelings ever known,
Longing for a time not our own,
Is when true cowardice is shown,
For like dawn light in black sown,
All darkness will be overthrown.
All darkness will be overthrown.
Instead one is given a great gift,
Born in darkness and darkest days,
He’s given trials, mountains to lift,
Aye, the very minotaur in his maze.
He’s called to be strong, to be swift,
A hero upon which his sons gaze.
So appear you king or appear you slave,
Among the good or a people strayed,
With actions now the future pave,
For the coward is he who delayed,
Product of his age, cradle to grave.
But an age makes not: it is man made.
It is man made.