Poetry

My Boy

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By Rob Jones

Now I live in you.
You shall and will live on
In times I will not see.
How wonderful that is!
It is as wonderful as in the old sagas,
When each tribe strove
To ensure its bloodline did not perish.
Still, you are yet small.
How could you know
That you are a branch on a large tree!
But the day will come
When I must tell you
That not only you,
But your fathers also will be judged by your deeds.
No, you do not yet understand that.
You dream and play throughout the day.
But when you understand,
Then I will know
That in each heartbeat in you and me
That keeps us living,
Also flows a drop of eternity.

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Safe To Kill

Yesterday was a marvelous way to end the week as the work of my horsemen and their followers continues to result in the deaths of many people in the Western Hemisphere.  Thus, I am writing this song/poem to thank them for their work in promoting nihility that is leading to the deaths of many people in this world.  Also this poem will serve as great inspiration for those who wish to kill to bring this world closer to an empty world that shall wipe away all existence in this life!

 

Safe To Kill

I could kill you all
I could stab you where you wouldn’t see
And kill those you wouldn’t believe

You can be my hate
Even as the world is dying off
I know we will be safe to kill!

We are safe to kill

I could shoot your kids
We know the rivers of blood will never dry up
The world will appreciate it

For you can be my death
Even in a world of subhumans
We know that we will be safe to kill!

Safe to kill
We are safe to kill
Safe to kill
We are safe to kill
Take your hate!
And know that we are safe to kill
Safe to kill

I could show you hate
In a wave of suffocating lives
You will kill next to me

For you shall be my death
Even as they lay six feet under
I know that we shall be safe to kill!

Take No Jewish Prisoners

I have been working on this song/poem for the last 2 weeks when I found out that the subhuman Jews on Facebook banned me for merely sharing a link exposing the evils of feminism; it is my 8th such 30 day ban in the past 13 months and it has led me to openly call for the extermination of all Jews, whether they proclaim themselves to be “good” or “evil”, they must simply die for being Jewish.  For where were these same Jews when I was facing injustice and censorship to tell their own brothers and sisters to cease with the needless meddling in my free speech human rights.  I will tell you where these subhuman Jews were; they were off swindling more non Jews/goyim to fight their evils wars and battles to further subvert the human races.  Well all that ends from this moment forward as this poem will inspire others to take their weapons and start killing Jews wherever they find them!

 

 

Take No Jewish Prisoners

You got one kike, infiltrate them
Kill them right, exterminate them
The guns will, decimate them
Kill their pride, degenerate them

The Jewish people, reprobate them
Aids will, devastate them
Diseases will, decapitate them
Take no Jewish prisoners, terminate them

I go to war, to give Jews hell
The wars will be non stop like in Germany
A beginning to this end
We know what must be done to them
Peace will be their deaths to me
Let them retreat for they are damned
Their cemetery will be a playground for the demented
A safe haven for those who walk this realm

For they are devoid of heart and soul
All is fair in hate and war
Take the Jewish life!
But don’t touch the kike’s hair
For your body is more sacred
No countries must be spared
And to their sons and daughters behold
Their deathbed!

The Jews had it all and all that they could be
Now they will be nothing for the world to see
How odd that they long to be like you and me
It’s a sad yet funny thing
No tears shall streak from my hateful stare
We must abandon them like they wreckage they are
No one cares what will happen to them
No one will dare to speak up for them
Never ask a kike what they can do to your country
Ask how your country can kill them instead
Take no Jewish prisoners, take none of their shit!

A Boy and His Dad

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Renegade Editor’s Note: Since this poem was written in 1921, “gay” means happy and carefree and has nothing to do with being a sick sodomite. Isn’t it awful how these freaks organized a hostile takeover of not only our countries, but also our language? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this selection for Father’s Day.

By Edgar Guest (1881 – 1959)

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip—
There is a glorious fellowship!
Father and son and the open sky
And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
And the laughing stream as it runs along
With the clicking reel like a martial song,
And the father teaching the youngster gay
How to land a fish in the sportsman’s way.

I fancy I hear them talking there
In an open boat, and the speech is fair.
And the boy is learning the ways of men
From the finest man in his youthful ken.
Kings, to the youngster, cannot compare
With the gentle father who’s with him there.
And the greatest mind of the human race
Not for one minute could take his place.

Which is happier, man or boy?
The soul of the father is steeped in joy,
For he’s finding out, to his heart’s delight,
That his son is fit for the future fight.
He is learning the glorious depths of him,
And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim;
And he shall discover, when night comes on,
How close he has grown to his little son.

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip—
Builders of life’s companionship!
Oh, I envy them, as I see them there
Under the sky in the open air,
For out of the old, old long-ago
Come the summer days that I used to know,
When I learned life’s truths from my father’s lips
As I shared the joy of his fishing-trips.

Let Her Die

This month marked the one year anniversary of my past relationship with the white trash slut Jessica McInturff and till this very day, I still hate her, her family, and her children and wish them nothing but misery and death for the rest of their years.  So I composed this poem about my hateful feeling towards her and the wasted time in my life when she was even remotely associated with me.

 

Let Her Die!

When you need the hate but you’re burning low
When you miss the night and the sun is out
You only know to hate her when you let her die
Only know of death when they are feeling alive
Only hate the black when you’re missing white
Only know to hate her when you let her die
Then you let her die!

Standing at the bottom of the sea
Wishing one day you will make that death wish
Still your death shall come slow as others will go fast
I see her face when I close my eyes
One day she will understand why she has to die
For everything she touches always dies

Staring at her face in the dark
Feeling the same old hateful feelings in my heart
My hate grows slow and spreads out fast
When I see her die as I fall asleep
She will never touch and will never keep my heart
For I loved her too much and now her death will bring me peace

The Killing Fix

I was driving home tonight when I received word, via an email message, that one of my horsemen finally took it upon themselves to try and end the life of that wretched feminist Arriana Grande.  Honestly, I have the faintest of clues that she even existed until a few weeks ago, but any attack upon a feminist that results in the loss of lives is a good thing to a nihilist like myself.  So, I was quickly motivated to strike up this poem in memory of the good men who tried to end her wretched life and the lives of others who actually enjoyed her “music”, if that is what it can be called these day.

 

The Killing Fix

It’s taken a lifetime to kill them all
A lifetime of genocide
All the wasted lives on my hands
The lives turn to blood

As their lives fade in the wind
Burning lives
Large crimes
Killing them until they are mine

I kill with the fire
I feed on the hatred
Their lives are right where they should be
Don’t try and save them

I was so lost trying to find my way
I do not follow
Thus I am out of place

Kill Somebody

This poem was literally inspired very early this morning; maybe it was a consequence of dealing with idiotic women who kept on getting on my nerves.  So I did what I always do, cut them away and write hateful poems and songs of what i would like to see happen to not only women but to the rest of this world!

 

Kill Somebody

I know your hatred is feeling so hollow
As that’s a hard truth for you to swallow
But when I kill for you, the world will never recover
When I kill for you, this world will never be the same

I really want to kill somebody
I really want to take their lives away
We know we’re almost there
So stab them all away, stab them all away

I really want to stab somebody
I think about it every second of the day
I know we’re almost there
So stab them all away, stab them all away

My hate is such a hard act for others to follow
Hate me today but leave me tomorrow
Still if I kill for you, they will never recover
If I kill for you, the world will never be the same

We know where to start, even if they seem a little lost
We want to kill like we are never going to stop
We know what to do, when you’re in front of us
We’re asking you to kill and stay with us tonight

Can’t Stop The Killing

I have been working on this song for sometime, celebrating the acts of my horsemen and the destruction that they have left in their wake as they set forth to create an empty world and to make way for the glory of nihility, the glory of an empty world to come!

 

Can’t Stop The Killing

I got this hatred inside my heart
It gets excited when it comes out
All over the city, all over my house
We are killing on, no regret, when we are in our homes

I got that stab stab in my pocket
Got that good shot in my streets
I feel that hatred in my body when they die
I can’t take my hands off the trigger, killing so phenomenally
Houses on lock, the way that we kill, so don’t stop the killing

Under the lights where everyone dies
Nowhere to go when we’re killing you close
When we’re here, they already know
Just imagine, all the killings, all the stabbings….

Nothing anyone can do but just kill, kill, kill, kill
A hateful feeling creeps up on you
So just kill, kill, kill them all!
All the things I wish to do to you
So we kill, kill, kill, kill

Nobody will be leaving, until we keep killing
We can’t stop the killing
So just kill, kill, kill, kill
We can’t stop the killing
So just kill, kill, kill, kill

It feels so magical
Hatred is in the air, in my blood, it’s rushing through
There is no reason, to try to control it
It flys so high, no ceiilings, when we are killing in our zone

The First Cursed

I decided to write this poem after a day of witnessing and observing the decay in the world with the justified conclusion that humanity and all existence must end by any means necessary!

 

The First Cursed

In the abyss lies the ruins of my dreams
A burnt sacrifice to the gods on the cinters
Hatred and revenge, the two sisters to my brother
For was it my fault I was born a human being?

Never shall I forget the ways of my ancestors!
I was created to be a knight, not a traitor
For to die would be bliss in this abyss
An existence for the flowers in your hand

The hatred grows in my heart
The blood from the roots of the trees gives me life
And also yields pains for my wounds
This world was created from my pain
My longing for your triumpy a cry out in pain to extinguish my feelings, hatreds, rebellions

I suffer no more for the unnecessary
The questions never cease- why me?
The fire in my soul never goes away
Chained to my hate forever
Unchanged, unfulfilled but I remain for eternity
A thorn in the eye of humanity forever!

Hateful Child

As I have grown and lived this past 31 years on this earth, I have grown more hateful and more angry towards this world.  It is one of the many reasons that this website was established, to push for the eventually nonexistence of all life, the obliteration of all objects, the end of all nature, and the demise of all entities in this world.  It was at this moment that inspired me to write this song, to praise those who have killed and are planning to destroy the lives of others.  For one good turn deserves another as they have continued to destroy and prey upon my life, so I gladly let my words and works on this site lead to the ultimate destruction of all that human beings hold dear.

 

Hateful Child

Cut them!
I was hot
But now I’m not
I have become as cruel as ice

When you see me coming, get the fuck outta my way
Step aside kikes
Or be gassed to death
When I am in want, I shall take
And what I don’t want I shall break
And I want you dead!

With a shot from my gun
I destroy lives!
For there is nothing you can do
For I have become a hateful child

Before death, I make my stand
In no man’s land
Against all odds
The man in black
Only you can save me
The hate was long sown

For who I want dead, I stab
And who I don’t want, I kill
Niggers are on my kill list!
Alive or dead
Use a .45
Aim and never miss
For I have become a hateful child

Each day and each night
Street fights
Surrounded by drugs and booze
Kikes run
We fight
I kill, they die
For it is what I need

And what I don’t need, I kill
Spic I don’t like you
So say your prayers kike!
While your life has value
Till then your time is up!
For I have become a hateful child!