Path of the Truth

Beware of men who claim they possessed the truth. Beware of men who knows what is good for you.

Beware of those who say you have fallen, those who say you are evil, who will show you the only right path.

Blood and pain (violence) mack their path. Millions of lives weigh on their conscience in the name of their truth.

Hypocrisy is their truth.

There are no men more blinds than those who do not want to see.

They do not want, but you look, look and understands want to see.

Their path is the way of blind sheep that follows the flock.

You do not go there. Listen to yourself, think

choose your own path. Do not copy anyone, even me,

for it will be your defeat. Do not call me your teacher, your master.

They have masters and teachers, they are weak. Their strength is in the herd.

Be your own master. Listen to your heart. Can you hear it? Your fathers are calling.

Do not forget their legacy, the religion of pure instincts before darkness and the black plague

brought with fire and sword came. The cross fluttered on their banners Dogs.

Their path of love they hewed with swords among my people.

I urge you, join me. Be the first who will turn the rides of history.

Lend my people, watch them grow in power. How magnificent they are, pure.

They are the descendants of those who chose to die in battle.

They defended what is righteous. defend free will,

defended the memory of their fathers and they won.

They are forever in our dreams. It is time to rise from your knees.

I can already see the dawn of a new epoch. Join me. Do not delay.

At the end of this path I am waiting

with our forefathers.

They are proud of you. So am I.

That is the mother. That is her son. I hate them so much.

They are so hideous.

What are you looking at, you whore? Yes, it is me.

I fear you no more, bitch.

Watch me throw up on your painting.

What have you done to me?

These voices in my head this paralyzing pain,

this horrible emptiness, I shall not make it.

I can see the rope. Yes, it is my deliverance.

It wound itself around my neck. I jump. Mother...

Father, is that you?

Where am I?

Why are you laughing so dreadfully?

You hate me.

You holy whores. I curse you for eternity [for ever].