Ode to Friedrich Nietzsche



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

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

I Guess Cause I’m White



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.

Hateful Eyes

Today has been a particular interesting day considering that I was told yesterday that the IRS stole over 2000 dollars from me for supposed unpaid taxes from the year 2013 and then I recently broke up with my now ex girlfriend over her jealously and controlling nature.  So when I got back home today, I decided to write up this poem/song to help me get through the night.  I was also inspired by the classic love song hungry eyes, but I took the lyrics and changed them to fit my current mood and nihilistic/hateful nature.    Enjoy and hopefully this poem will help people going through hateful times to either take up their guns and end the lives of others or live with the evils called human beings.


Hateful Eyes

I have been meaning to kill you
This hatred will not subside
I see you and the hateful thoughts fantasize
You are dead tonight
Now I have your neck in my hands

With these hateful eyes
I take a look at you and it can’t be disguised
I have hateful eyes
I feel the hate between you and I
I want to kill you so listen carefully
I wish only to show you what my hate is all about

Kill tonight!
Now I have your neck in my hands
Did my hate take you by surprise
I want you dead for all to see
This is how hate was meant to be

The Story of Creation



By Donald A. Mackenzie
From Teutonic Myth and Legend [1912]

IN the Ages, when naught else was, there yawned in space a vast and empty gulf called Ginnunga-gap. Length it had, and breadth immeasurable, and there was depth beyond comprehension. No shore was there, nor cooling wave; for there was yet no sea, and the earth was not made nor the heavens above.

There in the gulf was the beginning of things. There time first dawned. And in the perpetual twilight was All-father, who governs every realm and sways all things both great and small.

First of all there was formed, northward of the gulf, Nifel-heim, the immense home of misty darkness and freezing cold, and to the south, Muspel-heim, the luminous home of warmth and of light.

In the midst of Nifel-heim burst forth the great fountain from whence all waters flow, and to which all waters return. It is named Hvergelmer, “the roaring cauldron”, and from it surged, at the beginning, twelve tremendous rivers called Elivagar, that washed southward towards the gulf. A vast distance they traversed from their source, and then the venom that was swept with them began to harden, as does dross pouring from a surface, until they congealed and became ice. Whereupon the rivers grew silent and ceased to move, and gigantic blocks of ice stood still. Vapour arose from the ice-venom and was frozen to rime; layer upon layer heaped up in fantastic forms one above another.

That part of the gulf which lay northward was a region of horror and of strife. Heavy masses of black vapour enveloped the ice, and within were screaming whirlwinds that never ceased, and dismal banks of fleeting mist. But southward, Muspel-heim glowed with intense radiance, and sprayed forth beauteous flakes and sparks of shining fire. The intervening space between the region of tempest and gloom and the region of warmth and light was a peaceful twilight, serene and still as is windless air.

Now when the sparks from Muspel-heim fell through the frozen vapour, and the heat was sent thither by the might of the All-father, drops of moisture began to fall from the ice. It was then and there that life began to be. The drops were quickened and a formless mass took human shape. Thus came into being the great lumbering clay-giant who was named Ymer.

Rough and ungainly was Ymer, and as he stretched himself and began to move about he was tortured by the pangs of immense hunger. So he went forth ravenously to search for food; but there was yet no substance of which he could partake. The whirlwinds went past him and over, and the dark mists enveloped him like a shroud.

More drops fell through the gloomy vapours, and next there was formed a gigantic cow, which was named Audhumla, “void darkness”. Ymer beheld it standing in the gloom beside blocks of ice, and groped weakly towards it. Wondering, he found that milk ran from its teats in four white streams, and greedily he drank and drank until he was filled with the seeds of life and was satisfied.

Then a great heaviness came over Ymer, and he lay down and fell into deep and dreamless slumber. Warmth and strength possessed him, and sweat gathered in the pit of his left arm, from which, by the might of All-father, were formed a son named Mimer and a daughter named Bestla. From Mimer were descended the Vana-gods. Under the feet of Ymer arose a monstrous six-headed son, who was the ancestor of the evil frost giants, the dreaded Hrimthursar. Then Ymer awoke.

For Audhumla, the great cow, there was no verdure upon which to feed. She stood on the verge of gloom, and found sustenance by licking constantly the huge boulders that were encrusted by salt and rime. For the space of a day she fed in this manner, until the hair of a great head appeared. On the second day the cow returned to the boulder, and ere she had ceased to lick, a head of human semblance was laid bare. On the third day a noble form leapt forth. He was endowed with great beauty, and was nimble and powerful. The name he received was Bure, and he was the first of the Asa-gods.

There followed in time more beings–noble giants and wicked giants, and gods. Mimer, who is Mind and Memory, had daughters, the chief of whom was Urd, Goddess of Fate and Queen of Life and Death. Bure had a son named Bor, who took for his wife Bestla, the sister of wise Mimer. Three sons were born to them, and the first was called Odin (spirit), the second Ve whose other name is Honer, and the third Vile, whose other names are Lodur and Loke. Odin became the chief ruler of the Asa-gods, and Honer was chief of the Vans until Loke, the usurper, became their ruler.

Now Ymer and his evil sons were moved with wrath and enmity against the family of gods, and soon warfare broke out between them. To neither side was there early victory, and the fierce conflicts were waged through the long ages ere yet the earth was formed. But, at length, the sons of Bor prevailed over their enemies and drove them back. In time there followed great slaughter, which diminished the army of evil giants until one alone remained.

It was thus that the gods achieved their triumph. Ymer was stricken down, and the victors leapt upon him and then slit open the bulging veins of his neck. A great deluge of blood gushed forth, and the whole race of giants was drowned save Bergelmer, “The Mountain-old”, who with his wife took refuge on the timbers of the great World-mill, and remained there. From these are descended the Jotuns, who for ever harboured enmity against the gods.

The great World-mill of the gods was under care of Mundilfore (Lodur-Loke). Nine giant maids turned it with much violence, and the grinding of the stones made such fearsome clamour that the loudest tempests could not be heard. The great mill is larger than is the whole world, for out of it the mould of earth was ground.

When Ymer was dead, the gods took counsel among themselves, and set forth to frame the world. They laid the body of the clay-giant on the mill, and the maids ground it. The stones were smeared with blood, and the dark flesh came out as mould. Thus was earth produced, and the gods shaped it to their desire. From Ymer’s bones were made the rocks and the mountains; his teeth and jaws were broken asunder, and as they went round at their labour the giant maids flung the fragments hither and thither, and these are the pebbles and boulders. The ice-cold blood of the giant became the waters of the vast engulfing sea.

Nor did the giant maids cease their labours when the body of Ymer was completely ground, and the earth was framed and set in order by the gods. The body of giant after giant was laid upon the mill, which stands beneath the floor of Ocean, and the flesh-grist is the sand which is ever washed up round the shores of the world. Where the waters are sucked through the whirling eye of the millstone is a fearsome maelstrom, and the sea ebbs and flows as it is drawn down to Hvergelmer, “the roaring cauldron”, in Nifel-heim and thrown forth again. The very heavens are made to swing by the great World-mill, round Veraldar Nagli, “the world spike”, which is the Polar Star.

Now when the gods had shaped the earth they set Ymer’s skull over it to be the heavens. At each of the four corners they put as sentinels the strong dwarfs East and West and North and South. The skull of Ymer rests upon their broad shoulders.

As yet the sun knew not her home, nor the moon her power, and the stars had no fixed dwelling place. Now the stars are bright fire-sparks sprayed from Muspel-heim over the great gulf, and these the gods fixed in the heavens to give light to the world and to shine over the sea. To these and to every wandering fire-flake they assigned due order and motion, so that each has its set place and time and season.

The sun and the moon were also regulated in their courses, for these are the greater fire-disks that were sprayed from Muspel-heim, and to bear them over the paths of the heavens the gods caused the elf-smiths, the sons of Ivalde and the kinsmen of Sindre, to fashion chariots of fine gold.

Mundilfore, who has care of the World-mill, aspired to rival Odin. He had two beautiful children, and one he called Mani (moon), and the other Sol (sun). The gods were filled with anger because of Mundilfore’s presumption, and to punish him they took from him his two children, of whom he was exceedingly boastful, to drive the heavenly chariots and count the Years for men. Fair Sol they set to drive the sun-chariot. Her steeds are Arvak, which is “Early Dawn”, and Alsvid, which signifies “scorching heat”. Under their withers were placed skins of ice-chilled air for coolness and refreshment. They enter the eastern heaven at Hela-gate, through which the souls of dead men pass to the world beneath.

Then the gods set Mani, the handsome youth, to drive the chariot of the moon. With him are two fair children whom he carried away from earth–a boy who was called Hyuki, and a girl whose name is Bil. They had been sent out in the darkness of night by Vidfinner, their father, to draw song-mead from the mountain spring Byrger, “the hidden”, which broke forth from the source of Mimer’s fount; and they filled their pail Saegr to the brink, so that the precious mead spilled over as they raised it on the pole Simul. When they began to descend the mountain, Mani seized them and took them away. The spots that are ever seen by night on the fair-faced moon are Hyuki and Bil, and beauteous Bil do skalds invoke, so that hearing them she may sprinkle from the moon the magic song-mead upon their lips.

In Mani’s keeping is a bundle of thorns from which evildoers among met, must needs suffer the punishment of piercing pains. The sun is ever in flight, and so also is the moon. They are pursued by bloodthirsty enemies, who seek to compass their destruction ere they reach the sheltering forest of the Varns, behind the western horizon. These are two fierce and gigantic wolves. The one whose name is Skoll, “the adherer”, chases the sun, whom one day it will devour; the other is Hati, “the hater”, who races in front of “the bright maiden of heaven”, in ceaseless pursuit of the moon.

Skoll and Hati are giants in wolf-guise. They were sent forth by the Mother of Evil, the dark and fearsome Hag, Gulveig-Hoder, whose children they are. She dwells in the Iarnvid, the black forest of iron trees, on the world’s edge, which is the habitation of a witch family dreaded both by gods and by men. Of the Hag’s wolf-sons the most terrible is Hati, who is also called Managarm, “the moon devourer”. He feeds on the blood of dying men. The seers have foretold that when he comes to swallow the moon, the heavens and the earth shall turn red with blood. Then, too, must the seats of the mighty gods be reddened with gore, and the sunshine of summer made dim, while great storms burst in fury to rage across the world. Again and again, at dreaded eclipse, would these giant wolves have swallowed now the sun and now the moon, had not their evil designs been thwarted by spells which were wrought against them, and the clamour of affrighted men.

Now Nat, which is Night, is the swarthy daughter of the Vana-giant Narve, “the Binder”, whose other name is Mimer. Dark is her hair like all her race, and her eyes are soft and benevolent. She brings rest to the toiler, and refreshment to the weary, and sleep and dreams unto all. To the warrior she gives strength so that he may win victory, and care and sorrow she loves to take away. Nat is the beneficent mother of gods. Three times was she wed. Her first husband was Nagelfare of the stars, and their son was Aud of bounteous riches. Her second husband was Annar, “Water”, and their daughter, Jörd, the earth-goddess, was Odin’s wife and the mother of Thor. Her third husband was Delling, the red elf of dawn, and their son was Dagr, which is Day.

To mother Nat and her son Dagr were given jewelled chariots to drive across the world, one after the other, in the space of twelve hours. Nat is first to set forth. Her steed is called Hrim Faxi, “frosted mane”. Swiftly it gallops over the heavens, and every morn the sweet foam from its bit falls as dewdrops upon the earth beneath. Dagr’s fair steed is called Skin Faxi, “shining mane”. From its golden neck is shed radiance and beauty upon the heavens and over all the world. Of all coursers that are, he is praised most by faring men.

There are two seasons, and these are Winter and Summer. Vindsval, son of gloomy Vasud, “the ice wind”, was father of grim Winter, and the mild and beneficent Svasud was the sire of fair Summer, beloved by all.

The wonder of men is whence comes the wind that shakes the ocean with fear, that fans the low spark into bright flame, and that no eye can behold. At the northern summit of heaven there sits in eagle-guise a great giant called Hraesvelgur, “the swallower of dead men’s flesh”. When his wide pinions are spread for flight the winds are stirred beneath them and rush down upon the earth. When coming or going, or travelling hither and thither across the heavens, the winds are driven from his wings.

As yet there were no men who had their dwelling upon the earth, although the sun and moon were set in their courses, and the days and seasons were marked out in due order. There came a time, however, when the sons of Bor were walking on the world’s shores, and they beheld two logs of wood. They were grown from Ymer’s hair, which sprang up as thick forests and verdure abundant from the mould of his body, which is the earth. One log was of an ash tree, and from it the gods shaped a man; and the other, which was an alder tree, they made into a fair woman. They had but life like a tree which grows until the gods gave them mind and will and desire. Then was the man named Ask and the woman Embla, and from them are descended the entire human race, whose habitation is called Midgard, “middle ward”, and Mana-heim, “home of men”.

Round Midgard is the embracing sea, and beyond, on the outward shores, is Jotun-heim, the home of giants. Against these the gods raised an ice bulwark shaped from the eyebrows of turbulent Ymer, whose brains they cast high in heaven, where they became heavy masses of scattered cloud, tossing hither and thither.

Address to Odin

In the beginning, ere the gods were born,
Before the Heavens were builded, thou didst slay
The giant Ymir, whom the abyss brought forth,
Thou and thy brethren fierce, the sons of Bor,
And cast his trunk to choke the abysmal void.
But of his flesh and members thou didst build
The earth and Ocean, and above them Heaven.
And from the flaming world, where Muspel reigns,
Thou sent’st and fetched’st fire, and madest lights,
Sun, moon, and stars, which thou hast hung in Heaven,
Dividing clear the paths of night and day.
And Asgard thou didst build, and Midgard fort;
Then me thou mad’st; of us the Gods were born.
Last, walking by the sea, thou foundest spars
Of wood, and framed’st men, who till the earth,
Or on the sea, the field of pirates, sail.
And all the race of Ymir thou didst drown,
Save one, Bergelmer;–he on shipboard fled
Thy deluge, and from him the giants sprang.
But all that brood thou hast removed far off,
And set by Ocean’s utmost marge to dwell;
But Hela into Nifelheim thou threw’st,
And gav’st her nine unlighted worlds to rule,
A queen, and empire over all the dead.
From “Balder Dead”, by Matthew Arnold.

My Forefather’s Land



By Maid Marian

I walked through the land
Where my forefathers lived
And therein no face
No glance did I see
To remind me of them
To remind me of me

I walked as a ghost
In the streets of the past
And I searched for my kind
In the throng flowing through
To remind me of us
To remind me of you

I walked all alone
Though crowded the place
And straining to see them
With hopes growing dim
To remind me of her
To remind me of him

I walked, cast adrift
No comfort, no home
Once familiar landscape
Stripped of my kin
To remind me of evil
To remind me of sin

Adolf Hitler: In the Thicket of the Forest at Artois, 1916 (poem)

In the Thicket of the Forest at Artois
(Direct English Translation)

It was in the thicket of the Artois Wood.
Deep in the trees, on blood-soaked ground,
Lay stretched a wounded German warrior,
And his cries rang out in the night.
In vain … no echo answered his plea …
Will he bleed to death like a beast,
That shot in the gut dies alone?

Then suddenly …
Heavy steps approach from the right
He hears how they stamp on the forest floor …
And new hope springs from his soul.
And now from the left …
And now from both sides …

Two men approach his miserable bed
A German it is, and a Frenchman.
And each watches the other with distrustful glance,
And threatening they aim their weapons.
The German warrior asks:
“What do you do here?”
“I was touched by the needy one’s call for help.”

“It’s your enemy!”
“It is a man who suffers.”
And both, wordless, lowered their weapons.
Then entwined their hands
And, with muscles tensed, carefully lifted
The wounded warrior, as if on a stretcher,
And carried him through the woods.

‘Til they came to the German outposts.
“Now it is over. He will get good care.”
And the Frenchman turns back toward the woods.
But the German grasps for his hand,
Looks, moved, into sorrow-dimmed eyes
And says to him with earnest foreboding:

“I know not what fate holds for us,
Which inscrutably rules in the stars.
Perhaps I shall fall, a victim of your bullet.
Maybe mine will fell you on the sand
For indifferent is the chance of battles.

Yet, however it may be and whatever may come:
We lived these sacred hours,
Where man found himself in man …
And now, farewell! And God be with you!

Adolf Hitler, 1916

Kinsmen Arise



For after a thousand years the seed of the tree that was hewn has taken root and sprouted.

For though your kinsmen stand strong in the shieldwall, more might is yet needed upon the field.

For the wights of the field, stream, and stone seek to reforge the bonds that have long  been broken.

For a thousand generations of ancestors stand firmly behind you throughout every success and failure.

For the Gods have sounded their call across the worlds and you have heard it deep within your heart.


Found via Twitter.

One Kill Away

This song/poem was literally written in an hour’s time as I was reading about all of the killings that have gone on thanks to the works on this website as people continue to read these articles and continue to get enraged at the lack of justice in this world.  Soon, it will lead to an empty world where all existence, beliefs, creeds, lives, nature, and objects cease to exist and a perfect, nihilistic world comes to formation!


One Kill Away

I am only one kill away
For I will be there to slay their lives away
Murderers have no chance with me!
For I am only one kill away

Call me when you are feeling tired
I just wish to give you my hate
I reached out to you, and you took the bait

So wherever you go
Know that with my hate, you will never be alone
Stab along with me, don’t live in fear
Know that the hate and anger will set you free

We can destroy lives anywhere
But for now, we must kill here a little while longer
For you know that death will bring a smile to my face

You must kill them while you are strong and they are weak
So that they have nothing to hold onto
Do not worry for their fate, their lives will not be long
For when their hope is long gone
Drive the blade deep into their hearts!

Behind Hateful Eyes

I have been working on this song for the past three weeks, finally was able to get motivated to finish the poems, lyrics, and musical content to this.  The irony was that the Trump supporting white idiots gave me the motivation to finish this as I was hoping to write music that would lead to someone taking up their weapons and slaughtering them in a glorious vision to come!  The glory of nihility, and the glory of the empty world that shall arise and come, whether mankind wishes for it to arrive or not!



Behind Hateful Eyes

It seems like it was yesterday
My hate was a part of me
They used to be so tall
They used to be so strong

My hands wrapped around your neck so tight
The hatred felt so right!
A breaking feeling, like all was well

Now you cannot breathe
No you cannot sleep
Your worthless life is barely hanging on

There you are
Dead again
Torn into worthless pieces
You can try to deny it
You can try to pretend
All I ever wanted was to be the one
To leave you broken inside
Still you will never see the scars I bring
Behind my hateful eyes!

I killed everyone for you
Opened up the wounds, let the pain in
It made me feel happy for the first time
Now, hate is all I have left inside of me
For it is what I have left to be
We are together, united in hate, still separated

Chew them up, spit their bones out
I hate them and I blame them
Looking into their eyes, it kills me
No, I shall never cry
Except on the inside!