(A note from the underground)
We live in a world of pain and fear
There's nothing left over here
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
And nothing but a void on the other side.
So welcome my brothers to the underground
Where nothing is ever safe or sound
We live tortured, impaled and betrayed
By the generation that gave us the chaos days
Where are we from? Where are we going?
We stand on the edge of an epoch. At the the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning. Ragnarok stands at the horizon, and the world revolves towards it, ever closer, ever colder, and it burns.
War rages across the continents as two peoples fight to the death - one, for percieved security - one, to determine their own future, free from foreign interferance. Civilizations are at war, and we, the chaos generation, hang inert, inwardly shattered, outwardly ignored, socially disaffected.
We are raised in broken homes, by an older generation that does not understand what, or how, we suffer. We destroy ourselves, because we believe we cannot be saved - not by those who gave us these chaos days, and not by God.
Yet God is the excuse that is given to us - it is given to us so those on top can hold us in line, so we our vision can be distorted. God, it is said, created us - for what? For his own self-aggrandizement. For his own satisfaction. He apparently demanded we remain in servitude, blind that he is not our liberator, but our slave driver. And the liberator came and told us to take the forbidden... knowledge. And he was cast away, downwards. We are his children, are we not? - the children of the Great Liberator? Our other Father refused to bow down to his master and render unto him what he viewed as most sacred - and his sacrifice was not accepted. Yet his brother willfully handed over what he most loved. He was a fool, was he not? Why should man surrender what he loves the most? And how did our Father take revenge against the fool? He destroyed him, the fool - and our Father was banished. We are his children also.
And so we live, a generation wielded as a tool by the elite, to be thrown into wars that we have no interest in fighting, in working jobs we hate for **** we don't need, in order to feed, to support, to allow the parasites at the top to keep on doing what they have done to us, to grind us into dust, destroy who we are and shatter out identities. Yet it will not last - how can it? We are fed into systems to be turned into cogs in a machine that, without our willing so, will not last, will collapse of its own accord. We are treated as human ****, and it is fear that unites us against the slave driver. Resentment is the mother of all revolution - identity is its father.
We are told that we are all the same - all the same, many and interchangable, without regard to our own identities and minds and individualities. They claim - the slave drivers claim - that they (we do not exist, apparently) have reached the end of history, that they have discovered the "truth" - that is, the most subtle way to control us - that is their "liberal democracy". Yet again, we are at the end of their history. Not ours. Ours is just beginning.
We have no respect for their authority, for their "power", for their way of life. They claim we are nihilists - our representatives, not chosen from their ranks, are evil, and heretics, and degenerate - apparently. But who is the judge? Us - or them? And who created us - ourselves, or them?
We wield the future - the future beyond the end of history. It is time that we are no longer created by them. It is time that we do not allow them to define who we are. It is time we become the creators, the self created. We must begin to work our own will. To create our own way of life, our own values, our own authority - and we will no longer bow before the slave drivers. And neither must own our way of life, our own values or our authorities. We, the children of Cain and Lucifer, must rise and claim what will be our own. If we do not, then we do not stand before Ragnarok - not the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning - but the end, the end of everything, even ourselves.
We cannot be saved either by those who have brought us these days to come, or by their God. We must save ourselves. We are to carve our own out of the ruins that will emerge when the chaos days come. And they are coming soon. And the slave drivers are blind to that, they cannot see, they are unwilling to see...
The question is, are we to be blind also? Or are we to see, to rise, and to take what will be ours, from the feeble hands of a generation that has long since surrendered its freedom?
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Notes on the above:
Lucifer is the Great Liberator mentioned, Cain the father. Cain is seen as the father because he refused to sacrifice what he loved most to an authority which seemed to wield all power, and Lucifer told man to take knowledge and reach for his own Godhood.
This post is centered around Luciferianism, not Satanism - Satanism is hedonistic individualism, while Luciferianism sees Lucifer as a Prometheus-like hero, rising up in subversion of authority to advance the people's state of affairs.
It might be worth mentioning that Lucifer means Light Bringer, and the ideal of Lucifer pre-dates the Jewish God in history. The figure of Lucifer is not actually semetic, but Roman - Lucifer is the son of Aurora, the personification of Venus as the morning star, though the context I've placed it in here can either be Hellenic/Roman or Judaic - Judaic because Lucifer rebelled against God the tyrant, and Hellenic because Lucifer, being the Light Bearer, is akin to Prometheus who stole light from the Gods and gave it to man. And he was punished. The resemblance between the two myths is interesting.
Oh, and there is a racialist element in that post, hidden amongst the obvious nihilism- We are told that we are all the same - all the same, many and interchangable, without regard to our own identities and minds and individualities. Put that in context of my idea of European nationalism and it makes a bit more sense
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I typed that up (without the interpretation) for a socialist forum, most of them missed the racialist-culturalist element, I'm interested to see what people here think. By the way, I wrote the poem at the start myself, it's going to be in my book which deals a lot with what I've just posted (from the perspective of a boy growing up through the chaos days).
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