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

 

 

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