Absolutist Regeneration

The only truly malignant evil is hope

We shall therefore fill the hearts

Of the masses with hope and ever more hope

The unspeakable shall then become a certainty

As a whole, we shall prefer

To take a shape that possesses

Neither depth nor demonic dimension

It can henceforth lay waste the whole world

Precisely because it spreads on the surface

Barely noticed, like a fungus

The smaller and trivial the causes

The greater the magnitude of the consequences

Banality makes for a vague target

Whereas defiant greatness galvanizes opponents

Our actions shall reveal their rotten cores

Only after meticulous peeling of layers

And layers of benevolence

The mere existence of conflicting opinions

Means that the Truth has yet to triumph

Diversity is an outrage

Freedom of thought will be terminated

Everything is a lie but

That which we feed you, believe me

If your thoughts collide with what we say

These thoughts can not be yours

We will rip your mouth open

And stuff you with Truth, like a goose

The Truth will blossom in the end

Be it over your swollen corpse

The leader, the man whose feet

You crave to lick, trembling in awe

Shall be the personification

Of the certitude of the creed

And the defiance and grandeur

Of a power that will purify the world

Born to last a thousand years

And whose beloved infant, the new Man

Shall be the end of all

While we will pretend

That there is but one leader

We will prepare a host of leaders

For every one of them

Is but one accident in a series

While the road is indeed straight

There is a multiplicity of them

The roar of our flaming masses sounds

Like the voice of a God unleashed in fury

The face of the mass is as the face

Of the deep out of which, like God

In times you are henceforth forbidden

To speak about, we will bring forth a new world

We shall conquer the World

At first by mastering and spreading the Word

We shall discredit the powers

That are and instil doubt everywhere

With flamboyant derision

We shall then fill our ranks

With the fanatics, without whom

There can be no new dawn

For they are masters of chaos

And revel more in rubble

Than in blooming orchards

Finally, we shall make room

For men of action, the dams of entropy

The bearers of the Law

TThey shall provide infinite supply

Of opiates to the souls

Of the restless masses and a sweet lullaby

We will demand you to speak and within yourself

Shall blossom the potential for demagogy

Your mouth shall utter words that flatter the ego

Words that will bring your audience

Into motion by befuddling their minds

The seed to deception is within all of you

Waiting for a fertile moment

We shall frame the world

So as to make it a giant stage

The feverish gaze of thy contemporaries

Shall fill your mouth with ardour

Ss you spit out the poison of the Atrax

We will turn this world into a cemetery

Rather than not regenerate it our own way

We will clean out the marsh at all costs

Make a clean slate from the old spectral world

We will cause a collective trauma

That will vomit out a magma

Upon which we could reach for the stars

From the legion of those adrift

To the legion of One

From lively chaos to sterile order

From life to death: What a triumph!

Year

Our order shall be one

Banning self-sufficiency

Installing an all encompassing dependence

Sanctioned by constant betrayal

You shall not even be entitled

To your own thoughts, submission

And misery are internally related

Our natural order is now equal

With the highest possible Justice

The naysayers will call

The crowning achievement of our system

Omnipotence gone mad

The System does what it wants

Break all the laws including those of reason

It is the beginning and the end

It is the unrestrained exercise of power

Sheer randomness, even for a mere minute

Would be a respite

Both knowledge and penance shall be banned

The Liquid of Life flows

From only one Source exclusively

The iron bones and diamant-made spines

Of our world grow from one nutrient exclusively

This intricate maze shall look

Like bars and cages on the horizon

And give you comfort and warmth of heart

The manifold and the unexpected

Rest in graves made sterile by acrid tears

Good behavior and rewards shall be luminously connected

So that every one of you become masters

At instrumentalizing charity within the System

Nothing ought to be disinterested

Everything ought to happen

According to grades decided

By those sitting in the chairs

Of the floor that scrapes the clouds

We shall preclude the possibility of morality

And bury decency to the sound of bawdy songs

Those who nourish the famished

Shall be left to starve

Those who heal the wounded shall be maimed

Those who console the lamenting souls

Shall be buried alive

Their stomachs filled with ignominious larvae

Rats shall feed on the eyes

Of those guilty of empathy

Towards their fellow men

That which is not our credo is not to be

The standpoint of the Order

Is not the standpoint of men

Its wisdom is incomparable

What may seem to be against your interests

May be in fact the best means of realizing them

Unlike the Order, we cannot judge

What is best for the whole

We shall leave

Sufficient doubt about the Laws

Or change them on a whim

So as to breed superstition

Therefore turning adults

Into insecure, foolish children

Stuttering panicked words

Of flattery and idolatry

In a vain bid to tip the scales

We shall make sure

That the smallest of your dreams

Is guaranteed to turn into a nightmare

So that your thoughts never wander

From the here and now

Today we protect

Tomorrow we abandon you

Behold the fatal process

Of human civilization

And let’s raise a glass

As the hour of redemption has come