Scarred Your back has turned Curled like an embryo Take another face You will be kissed again I was cold as I mouthed the words And crawled across the mirror I wait Await the next breath Your name Like ice into my heart A shallow grave A monument to the ruined age Ice in my eyes And eyes like ice don't move Screaming at the moon Another past time Your name Like ice into my heart Everything as cold as life Can no one save you? Everything As cold as silence And you will never say a word Your name Like ice into my heart

Whatever's on her mind has her smiling And that's enough to make me smile back Perhaps it's the note I sent The letter she received That has her in such a good mood And we smile and laugh And play the game over and over again As the days turn to nights And the stars shine above... Whatever's on my mind has me smiling And that's enough to make her smile back Perhaps it's the fact I can't Smile as much as I used to And now we're both in good moods And the summer comes And the years pass And I'm able to make her smile every day And that's enough for me

And there's no one left alive in this violent cabaret And there's no one left to die in this vicious cabaret And this was my message to you all along

I'm wrapped in the spiral of myself The choking grip on my spine tightens Let it go I tell myself but it won't happen And the feeling climaxes In an explosion of color and emotions And I can feel air seeping into my lungs Breathe life into me again My hollow shell is sitting there alone Next to everything else I left behind for you I'm wrapped in the spiral of myself The choking grip on my spine tightens Let it go I tell myself but it can't happen

DEATH And go around DEATH And so it goes DEATH And ignorance DEATH And ridicule We'll all think together in the end The bald woman who makes men piss themselves in their bed With fetuses wrapped in their arms The women who give STILLBIRTH will watch through windows with dead eyes The slander is enough to care Not looking at the underlying message Just notice that gold cock gleaming DEATH Justified---Justified DEATH We're on our own The ones who stare transfixed Marveling at the globes of flesh stapled to the chest of the women The men who are addicted To the wet hole that gapes under a hairy entrance ridden with lice DEATH The driftings DEATH The uncaring DEATH The prayers go unanswered DEATH Revolutionaries The lying pigs who relish in lust Who eat out of the trow and then from a second, unbeknown to the first The ones who care of self-image Overlooking the fuck, focusing on the man with the biggest muscles and biggest dick All the subliminal messaging The entertainers who smile and hope for you to be exactly like them The hypocrisy of the big-wigs Letting the meaningless actors make more money than the struggling teachers To die is the privilege The toxin to make your stomach open And see it all come crashing down DEATH To the chair DEATH To the addict DEATH To the pig DEATH To reality The pencil meets the skin As the needle drives itself home Bleed and look ahead to the future DEATH...

My name is Adam Susan. I am the leader. Leader of the lost, ruler of the ruins. I am a man, like any other man. I lead the country that I love out of the wilderness of the twentieth century. I believe in survival. In the destiny of the Nordic race. I believe in fascism. Yes, I am a fascist. What of it? Fascism... a word. A word whose meaning has been lost in the bleatings of the weak and the treacherous. The Romans invented fascism. A bundle of bound twigs was its symbol. One twig could be broken. A bundle would prevail. Fascism... strength in unity. I believe in strength. I believe in unity. And if that strength, that unity of purpose, demands a uniformity of thought, word and deed then so be it. I will not hear talk of freedom. I will not hear talk of individual liberty. They are luxuries. I do not believe in luxuries. The war put paid to luxury. The war put paid to freedom. The only freedom left to my people is the freedom to starve. The freedom to die. The freedom to live in a world of chaos. Should I allow them that freedom? I think not. I think not. Do I reserve for myself the freedom that I deny to others? I do not. I sit here within my cage, and I am but a servant. I, who am master of all that I see. I see desolation. I see ashes. I have so very much. I have so very little. I am not loved. I know that not in soul, or body. I have never known the soft whisper of endearment. Never known the peace that lies between the thighs of a woman. But I am respected. I am feared. And that will suffice. Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is Godlike in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How childlike and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She does hate. She does not yearn. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her. Though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is cold and hard, those who do not know her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. But she has touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet. My love, I would stay with you forever, would spend my life within you. I would wait upon your every utterance and never ask the merest splinter of affection. Fate... Fate... I love you.