One must wonder what would happen if we lived in a normal world, a world not run by liars, self-indulged aristocracy, and murderous psychopaths without the scrupulous devoid of any empathy for “lesser beings” called Humans.
What would this world look like if Drunken Churchill had accepted the peace offer made by Adolph Hitler in 1940 and later in 1942?
What darkness must lie deep inside you to incinerate the whole city of immense historical importance and certainly not a military target?
Let's say we believe that Nuclear Bombs are a real thing, why not drop them in the Sea of Japan?
Do you think the Japanese would not surrender after seeing the mushroom cloud on Horizon?
We are told everybody on one side was an incarnation of evil and on another side, we have dancing angels brimming with goodness, who can’t do anything wrong…
Sounds very plausible.. isn’t it?
Armies of orthodox historians, voodoo preachers in disguise with their scary books, and Dools are sure these people had no heart or any feeling in them so this and that act of unthinkable violence was the only solution, so Evil would be stopped for all times…
The problem that these spineless fools have, to prove their theories and their vigorous righteousness is: After all that heinous acts of violence and all that unnecessary deaths on both sides, Evil is still here alive and kicking…
They love death, and they love their daemons but maybe these daemons had finally come home to roost.
We live in a world of disposable reality, a reality where nothing and nobody is concerned about another’s man's misery until the hands of that same misery catch their pretty necks.
Then they scream in horror and disbelief, looking into the sky and howling to God to come from Heaven and help them because they did nothing wrong…
I have stated many times and I will say again: Everyone, everyone including so-called “Elites” will get what they deserve.
Nobody has to believe me, maybe this here, this “reality” has a bleak and foul swampy odor right now but the truth is NO/BODY RIDES FOR FREE, NOBODY.
No/body
Ride in the shadows wandering beyond the frame
Float like a feather through space and time outside a dream
Pirouette with divinity in a dance we've shared before
"Someone dissolution"
This is "I am all" as "I am none"
I'm a God, I'm awake, I'm the one in everything
I'm alive, I'm the dead, I'm a man without a head
[Bridge]
(I'm a God, I'm awake, I'm the one in everything)
I walk with death in final exhalation
And come apart through violent separation
A thousand floors ascend into the ether
A lunatic enchanted by the reaper
(I'm alive, I'm the dead, I'm a man without a head)
And down below I leave a stranger laying lifeless as the light begins to shatter the skies
I ascend and leave behind the "used to be"
And tear the fabric worn to cover my eyes and see
I see
These apparitions of human excrement(“Elites”) are not exempt from the final Justice, they think that they are..but they are not.
Somebody wrote an essay a few days ago that music is done, the truth is no one can take your music away from you…
You always bathe in your own music, but the obvious question remains?
Can you hear it, can you hear your own Aria?
If you can, you my lovely guys, and gals are already there…and that is a wonderful thing to own and know.
DRESDEN: A BURNT OFFERING [VERTIGOPOLITIX]
https://www.bitchute.com/video/hoKqosYaHSZl/
75 years on, the ruination of Dresden, and the Heart of Europe, still looms painfully large. This heinous act must never be forgotten; nor the reasons for why it was committed...
Sources: The Destruction of Dresden, David Irving, 1963.
https://nationalvanguard.org/2019/02/dresden-a-real-holocaust-5/
“Yesterday, I received a letter from a listener, J.B. in Great Britain, who has written a poem about that day of horror and terror, and I want to share that poem with you now:
Dresden 1945
On the thirteenth of February, forty-five
We roasted the women and children alive.Yet, all the crazed chanting of “gas chamber” lies,
Can’t hide the grim truth, borne on terror-filled skies.God Moloch, now drunk on this surfeit of blood,
Took the world as his tribute, and saw “it was good,”“It is good” that the victims are hated and shamed,
That ever, hereafter, the truth is defamed.By fables of lamp-shades and soap and of shoes,
Of diamond-regurgitating, escapologist, Jews,“It is good” said Lord Moloch, that lies must prevail,
And all those that doubt it be thrown into jail.“It is good,” quoth he, of the insatiable maw,
That the world is convulsed by perpetual war.One may either be complicit in Molochian insanity
Or learn truth from real history, and stand up for humanity.