Kapalika's Page

Relationship Status:

Single

About Me:

Pagan, occultist, didgeridoo player, Traditionalist

I’m turning my back on you, I’m not listening. Keep your bread and circuses, I refuse to participate in your sterile world. I shall create my own. I don’t wanna wear your company logo. Your labels are like a heraldric inversion. A shallow coat of arms for the unthinking fashion victim, a motif of slavery stitched to a downtrodden breast. I don’t want to work in your fucking offices or shed my sweat on your factory floor. I don’t want to send my children to your schools so that you can pollute their minds and turn them against me.

The writings on the wall. I can hear you screaming. Desperate and forlorn. Clutching at thin straws. You’re sinking. You’re falling. Adam Smith lies bruised and dying. you’re making one final effort to control, to dominate, to bludgeon into a global Superstate. A CCTV goldfish bowl where the uniformed pigs snap at our heels like frenzied sharks. Governmental pawns, minds grey and hearts cold as stone. Once we stop listening to your lies you turn into a hysterical child, starved with attention, so you send in the mercenaries, professional killers, sending cluster bombs into the streets and truncheons into groins. This is the doctrine of awakening. A revolt against the modern world. It’s a war of the spirit in the cause of the few. Our metaphysicians are coming to rip your materialist heads off. (Take this!) Jihad in the gonads of the fat cat, in his top hat, fucking twat. (Take that!) Indifference, inattentiveness, negligence, scorn.

The Anarch waits on the periphery, waiting for you to die. Our legions sip Molotov cocktails and toast the clear morning. Then, as your diseased State continues to weaken under the weight of it’s own hypocrisy, you will be swept aside, superfluous to requirements. A broken statue before the new world, Our World! A silent echo in the ears of the impervious. We shall move on, without you, pushing your rotting corpse under the grinding wheels of freedom. Onwards and upwards, released from the artificial decrepitude of your class system, before entering the Golden Age of the new Aristocratic Elite.


come here
lower your eyes and surrender
to the blossoms spring has brought
to adorn our grief
with the memory of you
love stole away to another body
to another thief
to a world you are withering
you are starving, draining its blood
come here
we know nothing of hatreds
nor their jealousies
nor their enmities
we laugh and dance in perfect composure
this is our beauty
of simplicity and severety of discipline
be free of whatever they teach
of whatever they preach
free yourself of their entrapments
of their weapons of mass distraction
free yourself from the bondage of time and place and status
for what peace do they give?
what truth do they reveal?
what lie do they live?
whose blood weeps from these wounds?
detach yourself!
detach yourself!
for there is a war
deep in our hearts
and that's where all battles ought to be fought
come here
lower your eyes
and surrender

Website:

http://www.last.fm/user/Kapala108

Musical Interests:

Martial, Industrial, Neo-Folk, Apocalyptic Folk, Classical, Experimental, P.E.D.I., Ambient, Other

I'm a:

DJ, Fan

Favorite bands and performers:

Too many to list, check my Lastfm profile for more info

What else you should know about me:

Restoration is immanent, restoration is imminent

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