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A Letter to Nazis

Dear,
Nazis

First off, don't call yourselves Christian.
Jesus was Jewish. It's a Jewish name.

Second off, you probably don't understand your own beliefs.
There were common myths in Europe that an "Aryan Race"
Distributed their insignias throughout all the Earth
And then the belief became popular through a pseudo-Anthropologic 
Movement, that suggested all of the innovations in human history
Were created by an "Aryan Race."
This race, they say, ruled over India
And carried their culture throughout the world
And they believed that all of the mythologies and innovative religions
Such as Egyptian, Vedic, Norse, Anglo-Saxon,
Greek, Roman and yes, even Christian,
Were artifacts of this mythological race.
However, if one studies history,
It was the Persians who migrated to India
Became mixed with the Indians,
And thus called themselves "Aryan"
And hence, the reason why it seems so.
Because from the cradle of civilization
Persians carried artifacts from the surrounding areas---
From the cradle of civilization in Mesopotamia---
Into India, and certainly carried them everywhere else.
With the help of other cultures, such as Egypt
Or Greece, or Rome. Thus, the white race of mythology
Is actually the Persian race of reality.

Third thing, White people are incredibly barbaric
If left to their own devices.
Without Jewish thought, they'd be succumbed to savagery
As is seen in World Wars I and II.
As, the Vikings pillaged Christendom for centuries
And as was the two front war fought for many years
Between the Northern Barbarians
And the civilized Arab and Persian empires to the south.
Meaning, civilization came by way of Jewish and Greek traditions
Not Norse or White traditions.
Hence the term "Greco-Roman."
In fact, the whole entirety of Western Thinking
Is rooted in dark skinned peoples.
The Jews and the Greeks.
Whites were tribal and barbaric to the Romans;
And posed a threat to civilization for many years.

And I think that is sufficed enough to say
That just about everything you believe is a lie.
It has been Western Empiricism and Christianity
That has improved the lives of so many.
The first invented by the British---who are a superior culture---
And the second invented by the Jews.
Which, it makes sense you subjugated Celts and Jews
Because they were, in all technicality
Superior to you in every way.
So, your own inferiorities
Made you lash out against prosperous peoples.

Hence I've made my piece,
And if you can still be a Nazi despite it
Then you are very much like the Nordic Barbarian
Whose only innovation was blood and violence.

The Cycle

Mencius said that civilization is like a cycle.
There are periods which tyrants reign
And silly conversations take place
Because of unrighteousness.

Then, a noble Sage rises up
And strikes a balance by establishing
The traditions of long ago.

What's interesting about Mencius
Is that he was a student of Confucius
And Confucius was a student
Of the ancient kings.

Who were those ancient kings?
Were they not ideations and glorifications of the past?
Yet, from studying those specters
From studying those archetypes
Confucius and Mencius forged a happy civilization.

Light

What is seen, is that our geniuses have been forsaken
And intellects which are inferior are trying to piece together
The tapestry of our design.
So, not grasping fully the principles of the past
We move forward, trying to alter them.
Yet, the truths aren't understood
Therefore, we abridge them and distort them
To a point where the grand serenity of our Golden Ages
Is forgotten, and it soon follows that men grow less wise as years pass on.

Imagine Our Earth Were A Book

Imagine our Earth were a book.
And imagine God were the author of that book.
God wrote the book.

And, isn't a book something different
Than our three dimensional world?
It exists purely in thought.
It cannot be accessed
Except by comprehending what the words on the paper mean.

It's the difference between our four dimensional space
And pure imagination.

Now, imagine everything we could experience
Were like that book to God.
And God were like we reading it.
How silly would it be for the characters
In that paper to use the events in that book
To comprehend the man who wrote it.

Such is with Genesis,
That if you authored a book
And edited it
It would look different
Describing the edits you did
Than it would if you read the events
In chronological order within the book.

For we and our history are like the book
And the Bible contains a literal history of 
How it was written;
It catalogs all of its edits
And presents them to us chronologically
In the point of view of God's Eternal Present.

Our Fetishes

The Pigmy in the forest
So I've heard
Found a glass bottle.
The bottle he found, he worshipped.

The tribe turned the glass bottle into their God
Bowed to it, worshipped it,
Set it in its wreath of fine leaves.
It turned their whole village mad.

I look at the fetishes of our culture
How the bottle is almost like our ideas.
They unite us, they divide us,
They disrupt the continuity of the sound mind.

Good ideas---
Well formed ones---
Are free of fetishes.
It is not Post Hoc Ergo Proptre Hoc
But the distilled singularity of the notion
That it will save, redeem,
Bring some awful power into existence
And manifest the miraculous comfort we adore.

Religion is not the same as fetishism.
Rather, fetishism is some abnormal mental defect
Brought on by an object being placed
As the sole foundation of our reason.
If placed there, whether science, race or holy book,
It produces in individuals the divisiveness
Of all of its defects.
For, even the Bible becomes a fetish
To some Christians---
To not understand its sense
But rather get bogged down in the literal interpretations.

For, the chapters of war in the Bible
To my humble intelligence
Are there to ease the conscience of a soldier
Who has done abominable things.
Not a how to guide on war.
And stoning the homosexual or adulterer
Is much the same, that we've all been degenerates at some point in our lives
And must live humbly with the fact that we deserve a lot worse
Than what we get.
Or, the most ridiculous one
That Genesis must be taken literally.
It must be that the earth was created in six literal days
As you ask anyone educated
It's just not something we can literally believe.
Even myself. 
But, if you cannot still believe in Jesus
Despite that, then you hadn't really known Him.
As, it's just the fetish you've created
One which will be destroyed in the end.

The World’s King

Once said to him, "There is a cycle of 
"Good and bad kings. Now we need a good king.
"For before us was a bad king. What do
"You wish your world to choose as their god?"

The boy, brown eyed and straightened hair said this:
"Love." The Giant to whom he spoke, these things
Said, 'That's too ambiguous. It will fail."
The boy stood his ground, and said, "I want love."

Thus, the Giant pondered on it, and said,
"Do you not wish it to be God, like your
"Father before you? It seemed to work well."
The boy said to the Giant these sad words,

"Well, love is god. I wish to have a love
"Which will set the example for all to
"Follow." The Giant grinned a forceful leer.
"Then you wish to make yourself a god? Hmm."

So, the world all could see him, save I
Who saw him in my nightmares which burnt my
Light being to the core of its foundations.
It was as if I had spoken the words.

This man thought the earth was blue and sky bronze.
For he know not aught upon this "blue Earth."
Thus, it was told to him that he would be
A good king. When, indeed, it was all wrong.

For, he is whom the proverb says, "Woe to
"That man who calls evil good, and he calls
"Good evil." For he sees in Earth the Sky,
So, sees in the Sky what is of the Earth.

To Appease the Critic

Your Jester said to your Poet
That it was best to write 
What was lowbrow.
Your Director saw, 
And agreed that
Appealing to the masses was right.
Your Poet, he wanted to stay
The course to his highborn ideals.

I see that by dumbing down your work
You created Faust.

Me, I look at the Postmodernist poems
And if I tried to write a piece
At my absolute worst
It would turn out leaps and bounds
Better than all but two of those.

However, Goethe, those ugly poems
Appealed to the masses,
The masses of critics
Who are the gatekeepers of my success.

And I look at your Faust,
Knowing it was written to appeal
To common men.
And here I am
In my limited Genius
Challenged by it.

So, what justice is there
If Faust were written today
And it were hidden
By a din of critics?

Fetishism

Feminist's Armpits
Black Nationalist's Hair.
White's Materialism.
Gay's Pride.
Fundamentalist's Young Earth.
Atheist's Science.
Muslim's Koran.
Spiritualist's Karma.
Racist's Hand Signs.
Gangbanger's Club Colors.
Progressive's Socialism.
Blue-Collar Masculinity.

To me, it's all like a medicine man
Shaking his stick
And thinking the rain comes from it.