Ad Arma! Ad Arma!

Your revolt against meaningless suffering

Will not remain unanswered

We shall give you meaning and answers

We shall inoculate you with revolutionary palingenesia

Give you a taste of how today’s mass grave

Is always sweeter than yesterday’s

Your eyes will shine with the ecstasy of the initiated

We shall teach you that the bullet of the slave

Is not the same as the bullet of the oppressor

And you shall bear that conviction high

Dispensing blazing light to frail silhouettes

Wandering around in mazes they cannot break

The bloodshed that is to come

Shall happen in the name of love

The hand dispensing salvific murder

Is absolved of responsibility for it

Is the expression of a common will

The sacrosanct will of the just

The just, those righteous few

That rose from the catacombs

View the world in manichean terms

There is only the purity of love

And the purity of hate

That which lies in between

Is a mud made of the ashes

Of yesterday’s humanity

And the fetid fluids of compromise

Primum movens

Nothing from the world of yore

Deserves to be preserved

Every particle is infected and corrupt

The great cleansing shall take

As long as necessary

For power exclusively stems from the gun barrel

On a glorious dawn, the odour of tear gas

Shall replace the scent of fresh-brewed coffee

The dust of crumbling buildings

Shall darken the horizon

And fill your lungs

As the Sun reaches the zenith

Victorious chants will resonate

At dusk to the rhythm of cracking necks

And the gunfire of mass executions

Behold the glorious beauty

Of unrestrained, fraternal compassion and love

In the beginning, thou shalt segregate thyself

From the impure and live in retreat in the catacombs of today

Far away from temptation and deviant thought

Thou shalt nourish an ever-increasing outrage

An indignation without end, a fire that feeds on fire

Nothing shall be pure enough

Thou shalt relish every form of persecution

In the absence of persecution, thou shalt invent persecutions

Which will nourish the ever avid fires of frustration

Paranoia shall be a most revered companion

Doubt shall be met with death

Hesitation shall be met with death

Critical thought shall be met with death

The gift of mind shall be complete, failure yields annihilation

The gift of body shall be complete, failure yields annihilation

We will empty a barrel in your face

So as to erase everything that you were, if you fail

We shall ask you not to climb the small mountain

But only the highest and most unattainable peaks

Those that lie well beyond the horizon

Those that no eyes ever saw

As you will rise above the fractured bones

Of your fallen brothers and sisters

We shall fill your heart with hope

At the very least, someone will be able

To stand upon your own bones

What is the present but a bridge

Between a glorious past and a glorious future?

Those petty things in the here and now

How do they compare to our holy dead

And our unborn heroes?

Should it come to your death

Isn’t it but a token of appreciation

A mere toll on the path to paradise?

The perfectibility of human nature is infinite

We shall therefore nurture infinite dreams

With infinite amounts of blood

Failures are therefore successes

And mere steps on the triumphant march towards bliss