Polemicist piosenki

To all of you preachers of death Those whose minds are bereft Your lust is your poisonous strife You wait and gnash your teeth Your sickening view of existence Is ripe for the preaching of death Life is a well of delight But the rabble poisons t...

All that lives obeys Life speaks thus: You must appease the need. Those who don’t obey themselves Are found at life’s mercy Ye who are wisest I pose an inquiry: Is will to truth will to power? (and Who wills to be master?) Enslaved by the im...

“To redeem what is past and to transform every ‘It was’ into “Thus would I have it!’—that alone do I call redemption” The will is still a prisoner To the thought ‘It was’ The will cannot undo what was done And becomes a slave to the past Willing tur...

Behold the tarantula! Lo! watch it tremble! As you approach its ‘subjects’ Such as justice and revenge None of us are equal All bound by perspective Unable to accept this They fill the world with their storms of revenge Revenge against self...

He advocated the circle after the longest night He faced demonic visions filled with endless fright The world is our garden to be embraced not denied Can words and sounds bridge the separation of our minds? Sick by his own redemption, his inversion of...