XPost: alt.conspiracy, alt.atheism   
   From: noreply@remailer.cpunk.us   
      
   Nihilism   
   April 30, 2004   
      
      
   I revolt against the craven cesspool of the human condition. The muted dark   
   prisons of fleshly fear, the tired, unceasing aching of this mortal frame that   
   craves sleep, food, drink, and that needs shelter and protection. Bone, flesh,   
   and puking need,    
   this animal cage is in dire need of a transcendent transubstantiation into   
   becoming a flaming temple blazing with gods and demons...... I would take the   
   matter of the Whole, and chasten it with Eternal Fire, and crush out all Flesh   
   and Life into the    
   respendent Ocean of Spirit. Friend of God and enemy of Man; I rage with the   
   Saints who blood has dripped into the Graal; who's aeseticism has powdered the   
   bleached bones of Eternal Sacrifice, and call with them: "How long shall it   
   be, before our blood    
   will be avenged upon the earth?" Extremity; humanity is reprobate swine,   
   selfish pigs and dogs craven and craving slaughter. Nature, Mother of Being,   
   rise up and with flame, flood, and earthquake, lay waste this creaturely spew   
   of Man that has p   
    olluted and defiled the earth! These humans have killed my humanity, their   
   "love" has filled me with hatred, their "concern" has made me indifferent,   
   their "hope" has filled me with nihilism. Their "opportunity" has made me a   
   slave. Their "sustainance"    
   has been my agony. Their "ideals" have made me a liar and a hypocrite. Let the   
   Axe fall and bring forth the Holocausts; Nature and God(s) whatever there be   
   of all forces, bring down the lightings, the Dorje Of Annihilation. I crave   
   intensity and    
   dissolution. 40 day fasts, the hermit's cell, to end up being a skeleton that   
   would bear witness to the futile cruelty of all that Man has wrought... You   
   foolish believers, what makes you think that you have the love of God? How do   
   you know that God does    
   not hate you? The Hosts and Spirits look down upon Man with nausea. The Spirit   
   of Terra quakes in agony from this race of deranged liliputins raping and   
   torturing themselves and all that lives on the earth. Exploitation, cruelty,   
   oppression, t   
    hat is all Man has given the world. But in the New Age; the evils that   
   afflict Man will not be human, they will be Divine! The Hammer Of Fate will   
   fall hard: War, Pestilance, Famine, Flood, Earthquakes, Flame, the Whole of   
   Nature bringing total death to    
   her bastard human progeny, and totally deserved. Even the Fundamentalists are   
   unwitting instruments in this process. They are loving hypocrites, too blind   
   to see how much they really hate. It would take the rare integrity of a Devil   
   in human flesh to see    
   Man for what he is. Sorath; Accuser, Adversary, Fist Of Anti-Christ smash to   
   dust the edifice of Life's lies; smite the earth into a barren waste of   
   smoking fire, reduce the Universe to a tempest of ashes.... Is there any   
   difference between the Hatred of    
   God or Satan? Or are all Dieties streamlined into the fatalistic realization   
   that the End must indeed come? Humanity is doomed! Long live Sorath, manifest   
   forth soon The Death Of All Things!   
      
      
      
   Long Live Death!!!   
      
   Alas, we humans perpetuate our futile existences ongoing. Generation after   
   generation, we perpetuate our rabid spawn to befoul the earth. And what is   
   gained by the accursed human species, continuing to go on? All humans have   
   ever done is exploit, torture,   
    maim, and kill one another. The whole of history is nothing but the unfolding   
   of the tragedy of empire, and those crushed underfoot by its rising and   
   falling. The ideals Man has espoused have just been hollow pretensions used to   
   exploit and dominate    
   others. Idealism and hypocrisy are the twin bedfellows that sodomize each   
   other in the befouled bed of the decay of all true goodness and hope. Even   
   love is really just displaced need; disguised by ulterior motives that lay   
   suppressed behind the illusion    
   of noble intentions, and the so-called profundity of spiritual and emotional   
   empathy of any sort. And what daggers does love wield, when we find in that   
   final empty hour that it was nothing other than the will to be contained   
   within the   
    hollow emotional shell of security that we thought another could give us,   
   when they could neither give it to us, nor we to them. The irony is, is that   
   all pure things humans express are befouled with hypocrisy and impurity,   
   reeking with secondary gain    
   and perfidious motives conscious and unconsious. The only true things that   
   never lie are the phantoms screaming in the abyss of darkness who are true to   
   their own hate; true to their own malice. I said once that it is better to be   
   true to your own lies,    
   than false to your own truth. To be false to one's own truth is to be a   
   hypocrite, but to be true to one's own lies is to be a philosopher and an   
   artist. The only real act of humanity, would be to wipe the human race off the   
   face of the earth. Of course,    
   the humanitarian would perish as well. Then the world could be returned to the   
   pure savagery of nature, that is far more humane than the inhuman savagery   
   perpetuated in the name of Man's hypocritical ideals and altruism. A system of   
   thi   
    ngs that does not allow the weak to die at the hands of the strong; is far   
   more cruel than nature itself, in that it condemns the weak to a lifetime of   
   enfeebled agony that even nature in its barbarity would not will for its own   
   most helpless creatures.    
   What is the purpose of sustaining lives which have no purpose, and what could   
   be more meaningless than the human race? Man is a concatination of conflicting   
   drives and complexes, which cause him to manifest his own truth through the   
   paradox that he has    
   none. And in the effort of grand purposelessness, he floods the world with   
   slaughter and depredation, to sate the illusion of his own non-existent   
   benevolence. I say lay the axe to the root, and lets have a genocide that will   
   end all genocides because    
   nothing will be left alive. In a few million years life will start over   
   without Man, as the cockroaches and cackling baboons have more of a right to   
   be on earth than this race of perfidious mediocrities known as "Homo Sapians."   
   So raise y   
    our glasses high, and lets here it for nuclear annihilation, AIDS, genocide,   
   and one last explosion of misanthropy and suffering that will end all of the   
   horror and pain forever. Death to all things!! The sons and daughters of the   
   savage night cry: Long    
   Live Death!!   
      
      
      
   Demonologue   
   April 25, 2004   
      
      
      
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