Pardon Jews!

For the 7th time in the past year, the Jews of Facebook have censored me yet again and this time was for a post that was made well over a year ago on my own website.  Well I have decided to return the favor to these filthy kikes by writing my own song against them for the treacheries that they have committed against me.  And to think if the Jews would leave me alone, I wouldn’t be inflicting these damages against them but then again, it is what the Jews have done to all people on the face of this planet that makes them the most hated group in the entire world!

 

Pardon Jews!

Decades ago
I always thoughts I would be free
At the age of thirty three
On the verge of another genocide
Woe to the Jews!

But that comes with the Jewish territories
An ominous sign of their never ending calamities
I need them to hear
I need them to see all that they have done

All the explosion seems like an eternity to them
So pardon them while they burn in their flames
Pardon them while they burn in their fires
We have had enough ot the jewish world and its never endless games
So pardon jews while they burn and bleed through the flames
Pardon kikes, pardon kikes, for our lives will never be the same!

Now two years later
I was taking a look in a jewish book
And I see a picture of a goy burned above their knees
I wondered, when will their torture ever end?

For lately, I have been thinking of a genocide against them
As a welcomed act of kindness
From the burdens created by jews on this earth
Like greed, usury, and the disease of living in their 3-D world

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Open Wide Your Eyes

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By TonySS

I see the storm clouds fly so thick and black,
You and I alone cannot hold them back,
But if our Race unites itself with ample time,
Together we can end this vicious crime.

Chorus
Oh my people open wide your eyes,
See the traitor leaders and their filthy lies,
They’re slowly destroying our majestic Race,
Please don’t let it be our last disgrace.

For our Race is getting lesser by the day,
And our end is truly not too far away,
Will you stand with me and fight right by my side?
And yell our war cry loud with pride.

Chorus
Oh my people open wide your eyes,
See the traitor leaders and their lies,
They’re slowly destroying our majestic Race,
Please don’t let it be our last disgrace.

When the State takes the weapons from our hand,
Will it force you and me to make one final stand?
When they try and force us to our bended knees,
Keep your honour and don’t bow down to their disease.

Chorus
Oh my people open wide your eyes,
See the traitor leaders and their lies,
They’re slowly destroying our majestic Race,
Please don’t let it be our last disgrace.

Prayer to the Goddess of Spring

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We hail the Goddess of spring,
of vibrancy, of stirring bounty,
of the waking earth,
that readies itself for the seed.
We hail the Goddess of sunshine,
and cycles, and changes,
and all good and terrifying things.
We pray for fertility in our works,
of minds, and hearts, and hands.
We pray for blessings,
and the gift
of hope’s manifestation.
We hail the Goddess of spring,
as Her bounty covers the land.
Eostre, be Thou praised.

© Galina Krasskova

Kill All White People

 

I decided to write a song about the day that all white people are killed off this planet; obviously the blacks and latinos will be the ones to do this when their numbers continue to swell up.  I based the song off an unknown title by Eddie Murphy.  At the time when I heard of this song I knew that it was only satire, but in my deepest, darkest desires as a proud nihilist, all races and people should become extinct to make way for the glory of nihility, the glory of an empty world to come.  It only makes sense to start off with whites due to the fact that they make up less than 10 percent of the world’s population.  Also, the whites have been voting in freemasons and jews like Donald Trump that continue to drop bombs on 3rd world non white nations, so if this song leads to a single white death, then I proudly consider that a rousing success!

 

Kill The White People

I live in a shity part of a shittytown
I gots no money so I gots to sleep on da ground
We play some muzak, my bitch dug a ditch
My skank mother did some laundry, turns out she was still a bitch

Still we must kill all white people, take the guns to make them hurt!
Kill off the white people, just make sure to buy my song first
Why don’t buy my song first?

I sing of hatred and inequality
But in the end, niggers just want their money
They want to drive in big black cars
To smoke ganja till they can’t even live!

Then we can be able to kill all white people, use guns to make them hurt

Kill all white people, just make sure to buy my song first
When they go into the grocery store, we gonna wait there with guns
We gonna shoot them in the head, make them die
Then we continue to kill all white people
But first buy my song

Recipe For Death (The Horsemen)

Just like I promised earlier today, I have begun to use my vast resources to finalize the full demise and destruction of the white race due to their continued support of masonic and jewish candidates.  They only have themselves to blame for their own destruction and it is a destruction that I will gladly aid and abet thanks to the evils that they have done onto others.  Let this poem/song serve as a taste of things to come through the use of my horsemen to achieve these means.  Until the white race stops support jewish supremacy and white freemasons, I won’t stop using my vast influences and power to realize that their genocide continues to speed up until they exist no more!

 

Recipe For Death (The Horsemen)

Everyday, my existence picks my wallet
My hatred are letters carved with blood
To understand my words written through water
I’m left to kill this world alone

With a mold of clay I was made
In the image of the anti family
Worth less than infinity
Their words and worthless IQ

We did something, just to become nothing
Nothing wrong with killing this or that
Poisoned with hate
We watched the hate twist in their weak minds

They talk about us when our backs are turned
When we meet, their lives will seem too late
The hatred burns in my eyes of what you did
So I created this recipe of death, taste it!

The dark clouds coming on the horizon, make it hard to live
The whites are walking mistakes!
Everytime they come, they run away to their timely demise

The only choice is clear
They will quit just to fall on my bombs
Who will light the fire to see who runs or burns
Only to play a game of no confidence

We are feeling quite invincible
We feel like the gods that we are!
The kind of gods nobody wants
We see the earth beneath us
We watch it die here and there

Can anybody
Anywhere help out our cause?
We sentenced mankind to walk in their sins
Their lives are running out!

We believe what others refuse to believe
To be left riding without a horseman
Will be like a man without a homeland

Kill Black Kids Like They Are Cheap Thrills

Looking throughout the media that these black niggers and their nigger children have been causing throughout the land, I decided to write and compose this song/poem against the black kids in an attempt to use eugenics to solve the black problem in this land.  They have been living here for over 400 years and still have yet to prosper due to a lack of social and economic skills despite the massive amounts of government handouts on their behalf.  The time has long come to practice eugenics and kill off the weak within the black race in America that have been causing problems for the rest of America.  That way only the strong will survive; so here’s to more death of black kids to eliminate out the weak from the strong!

 

Kill Black Kids Like They Are Cheap Thrills

Come on, come on, stab those black kids dead
It’s Saturday night and they won’t be alive
Gotta take my guns, put the bullets in
It’s Saturday night and they won’t be alive

Till I hit the school floor
Shoot the black kids dead
They have all they need
Yes they don’t have cash
They don’t have cash
But now they have bullets in their heads

We don’t need guns to have fun tonight
We can kill them like they are cheap thrills
We don’t need knives to have fun tonight
We can kill them like they are cheap thrills

We don’t need their money
As long as I don’t feel their heart beat

We don’t need their money
As long as we can keep killing

Come on, come on, kill those black kids dead
It’s Sunday night and they won’t be alive
Gotta get my bombs, put the blast beat on
It’s Sunday night and they won’t be alive

Till I hit the school floor
Shoot the black kids dead
They have all they need
Yes they don’t have cash
They don’t have cash
But now they have bullets in their heads

The Hated People

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By “Lord Byron” (2008)

There are a people who dare not speak their name,
There are a people taught only shame,
There are a people exiles in their own land,
There are a people loathed by ever other band;
We are America’s hated Founding Stock
And inside we are burning like volcanic rock.

You mock us, you rob us, you deny us taking a stand,
All while begging charity with an outstretched hand.
Our borders are floodgates open to all
Yet you decry our minds as narrow and small;
We are America’s hated Founding Stock
And inside we are burning like volcanic rock.

Our history is being erased from classroom lessons
While our speech is being outlawed by congressional sessions.
Our heroes are smeared as vicious and cruel
While your criminals are glorified in every public school;
We are America’s hated Founding stock
And inside we are burning like volcanic rock.

In the name of diversity are neighborhoods are flooded
With invaders from Third World homelands they gutted.
We are denied jobs to atone for historical wrongs
But never are your crimes denounced in popular songs;
We are America’s hated Founding Stock
And inside we are burning like volcanic rock.

We are a great people with much to be proud,
We brought light to a world dark all around;
But no thanks is given for the wonders we provided,
Only vicious hatred for when with our own we sided;
We are America’s hated Founding Stock
And inside we are burning like volcanic rock.

There are a people who’ve patiently endured
Everything against them that made your victory assured;
But a time is coming when they will finally see
They’re a people worth preserving, that people is we!
For we are America’s hated Founding stock
And when we arise, there’ll be a titanic shock!

Ode to Friedrich Nietzsche

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By farstar88

Pen and paper meet,
Empty faces in the street,
Hollow shells themselves did cheat,
Their eyes don’t see, their ears refuse to hear.

This is what they fear;
A picture hazed, a voice unclear,
The strongest man who dries his tear
with raging winds which he himself must blow.

Now a thought to sow,
Like a seed upon the breeze,
It cannot root itself in fallacies,
It cannot breed amidst disease,
For every leaf’s a perfect word,
And every tree a mind unheard.

Rich in confidence,
Their waters shallow, forests dense,
A single thought hangs on a fence
of wire barbed and piercing Friedrich’s soul.

A diamond ‘mongst the coal,
Pressure then your highest goal,
Refuse the comfort of the shoal,
And every written paper word will leap,…

Like a thought to reap,
From the places where you dwell,
Majestic flames that soared and fell,
How I know your living Hell,
Each tear a drop of morning dew,
Each burning flame is you.

Beloved evil thoughts,
The words you penned were peril fraught,
That which you found was what you sought,
Beneath the hidden, withered masks of rue.

Now I know it true,
I hear your cry, I join your hue,
Your sun too bright, your sky too blue,
You blind them with your brilliant, blazing glow.

Then your thoughts would flow,
Still they rustle in the trees,
And the branches wave to your own breeze,
They could not bring you to your knees.
The pain it took to bid farewell,
Your words could never tell.

Pen and paper greet,
Empty faces in the street,
The war of wars you’d gladly meet,
O’ Friedrich, gift of gifts, untimely man.

Happy To Kill

For the past few weeks, the nigger and spic children have been making this land an uninhabitable one, especially in my own life.  I have grown tired of having to look at their faces while they continue to lie, cheat, steal, and destroy lives.  I have long offered up a non violent solution that involved moving the blacks to Alaska and making that territory the new homeland for the blacks as a good trade for the time that they spent as slaves in the western hemisphere.  Make the state of Alaska the new homeland for the blacks in America and save the continential United States from having to live with niggers period and nigger children.  A great way to implement racial futurism; but alas the blacks have shown themselves too stupid and idiotic so nihility must now take its course to solve the black problem in America starting with nigger children.

Happy To Kill

This might seem insane to say
The darkness is here so mankind can take a break
I have lots of hatred even space can’t fill it
With this hate, I could care even less by the way

Cuz I am happy to kill
Kill along with me if you feel like a black without a life
Cuz I’m happy to kill
Kill along with me if you feel hatred is a truth
Cuz I’m happy to kill
Kill along with me if you feel that hatred is the way
Cuz I’m happy to kill
Kill along with me if you feel it is what we have to do

Here comes the nigger kids talking shit about us
I will give their bodies all my bullets can shoot
Maybe I should warn them, but I know their deaths will be fine
I wish to offend them for wasting my time

(Hateful)
Shoot them dead
They can’t stop us
Shoot them dead
My hatred levels are too high

I Guess Cause I’m White

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Don’t stand on no corner, half hidden from sight,
Don’t own a boom box, I guess cause I’m white.

My kids know their daddy, he’s no overnight,
He’s my husband, provider and he too is white.

Don’t visit no prison, nor get high as a kite,
I don’t offend easy, but then I am white.

Welfare and food stamps is no oversight,
I’m too busy working, I guess cause I’m white.

I sleep when it’s dark, can read and can write,
It’s something expected if we call ourselves white.

My drug is an aspirin, not much to excite,
And I’m busy with livin’ and proud to be white.

I don’t jive when I walk and rouse at twilight,
There’s no crack or boob showin’ but then, I am white.

I’m guilty you say, because I live right,
A heritage flaw, nawh I am just white.