Son Of Perdition.

Answered by many, in curious sleep
Were the desolate omegas that seemed
Too replete for the vastness of our
Timeless and untimely decay
So that four horsemen alone
Could never really raze down more
Than just a heaven at a time
And in those dreams of loss and light
Echoed the many tongues of the Beneath
That which is seldom referred to as
The Eschaton of Depths
For words have grown to be
Fettered and worn out and obsolete
And it is rumoured that their faces
Have grown to be stony
Hard
Unmoving
Unconditionally dead
Not even fear distorts them
Not even pain
Nor death
And you have to admit
They took the wrong shortcut
But they did it
They actually did it
In form and in likeness.
It was thus deemed
What could the word be
Right, I presume, right is the word
Although I stray from my Path
Invariably
It was right, the time that is
For the normalization to commence
And they did remember you, you know
Yes, yes they did, they cried for you
They all believed
They all made sense of every single promise
You should have seen them
An ocean of dirty, fragile little dreams
A carpet of souls for the worm to fester
Chanting one single sound, your name
And they called for you, everyone remembered
Everyone remembered you
Silly little creatures, they
Thinking it would be mutual.
I went as far as to tell them so, you know
I told them, he does not know you
He does not remember
His gaze is not upon you
His hand is not before your hearts
You cannot hope, there is no hope
All hope abandon ye who entered Here
But they did not listen
They did however hear me
Which made it all much more pitiful to watch
And they called me names
Very bad names, inhumane almost
And they wished for you to smite me
And burn me
And do all those things they used to do to one another
No original thought whatsoever
And in the end, I asked them
"Where is your forgiveness so that you may be
FORGIVEN?"
I emphasized that
And they froze in horror
And I could hear their billion little jellies
In their heads, screaming
"He's right"
"He's right"
The children, the small ones that is
They were weeping and sobbing
And so was everybody else
Crying to me and screaming
"I'm sorry, we're sorry"
And the ocean of puppets waved their song
And chanted to this sulfur smile
"FORGIVE US"
It was an end to remember, believe me
Believe me
And it's a pity you do not recall
That such a place once existed
And so many simple little things
Tried to understand you
And I have to admit
They almost did it
They took the wrong shortcut
But they almost did it
If not as much in form
Arguably, definitely
In likeness.

Not(e)pad.

Hiss.

Cardless.

Όταν ήταν μικρό, έπαιζε στην αλάνα με τα χώματα, τα σκουπίδια
Τις φωνές, τα αναιδή όνειρα, τους φίλους, τα σκισίματα στα γόνατα
Τους ματωμένους αγκώνες, τα σπορτέξ παπούτσια
Τη μπάλα
Κι έπαιζε πάντα άμυνα.

Χρόνια μετά, αντλεί την ίδια ηδονή στο να σπάει επιθέσεις στα σκληρά γόνατα
Και στους αγκώνες γεμάτους ξένο αίμα
Καθώς κάθε αρχή είναι μια διαδικασία
Και κάθε τέλος είναι μια επίλυση
Που καμία επίθεση δεν αναπληρώνει.

Όταν ήταν μικρό, περίμενε καρτερικά την απειλή που σίμωνε
Έμπαινε μπρος, φώναζε και γινόταν τείχος
Και έμενε ακίνητο
Όσο η χωμάτινη σκόνη στεφάνωνε αυτόν που σερνόταν.

Χρόνια μετά, περιμένει καρτερικά τις απειλές που έρχονται
Φτύνει τον τερματοφύλακα και τους επιδέσμους
Φωνάζει, γίνεται τείχος
Και καλώς να με βρεις.

Carbon Dioxide? Not in MY planet!

THE COP 15:

Today, Monday the 7th of December, the world climate conference begins in Copenhagen, with the ultimate aim of reaching a consensus amongst the participants for the decrease of emission levels of the so-called “greenhouse gases”, chiefly carbon dioxide. Most of scientific and public opinion has come to the conclusion there is such an accumulation of GHGs (especially CO2) in the atmosphere due to anthropogenic causes, that the climate is changing. The over-concentrations of these gases is producing global warming that affects long-term climate, with negative impacts on humanity in the foreseeable future. Globally implemented LCE's therefore, are proposed as a means to avoid catastrophic climate change, and as a precursor to the more advanced, zero-carbon society and renewable-energy economy.

AIMS AND GOALS OF OUR ORGANIZATION:

As an alternative to the COP15 goals, our organization, the “Prussian Ultimate Solution Hope FOR WARranted Decrease” or “P.U.S.H. FOR.WAR.D” suggests the following:

-A radical and immediate decrease of greenhouse gases, in a much more efficient, accurate and quick way.

-The seizure of mass hysteria symptoms and the psychological effects this may cause to the remaining skeptics, apathetic and those with a more composed approach to the problem.

-The word-to-mouth spread of the philosophical belief of “equalization”, which is the concept of human beings being absolutely equal to all other species, surviving or extinct and the realization that another mass extinction event affecting our species should be considered as natural as the Cretacious-Tertiary extinction event which brought about the loss of dinosaurs allowing mammals to flourish and become the dominant species of the planet with their spearhead being the apex predator known today as “human”.

RESEARCH HISTORY:

In order to address the problem efficiently, P.U.S.H. FOR.WAR.D has come up with Project Blausäure, the simultaneous emission of another gas, “rival” to that of carbon dioxide which in (brief) time will bring about the end of the destructive effect of all greenhouse gases.

Throughout our organizations course, various chemical formulas have been tested to this end, but the breakthrough discovery is only recent, when compared to the timelength of our research. The actual agent selected for the environmental breakthrough was discovered as early as 1704, alas without any knowledge of its chemical structure. This only happened in 1815 and was achieved by our late CEO Joseph Louis Gay-Lussac which identified the substance's structure to be HCN or HYDROGEN CYANIDE. Hamilton Castner, a prominent member of our organization, then came up with one of the best methods of mass-producing the agent in 1894 allowing for virtually endless supplies of HCN.

Joseph Louis Gay-Lussac

Although our organization had substantial knowledge concerning the structure and production of hydrogen cyanide, this was not the case when it came to the enormous potential the agent held. This was discovered half a century later, when in the early days of 1942, a whole new level of experimenting with HCN began, in our research facilities of Auschwitz-Birkenau and Majdanek.

Research facility in Auschwitz-Birkenau.

The motto on the gate is still one of our qualities.

The results of the experiments yielded impressive results in environmental control, biology (the agent is a possible predecessor of amino acids and thus the potential progenitor of chemical life) and astronomy (the gas has been discovered in the interstellar medium).

THE FINAL SOLUTION:

After centuries of research, it has become obvious to us that the most efficient solution lies with the aforementioned formula of HCN. The practical guidelines include the massive production of HCN and its consequent release in the atmosphere in concentrations between 300 mg per cubic meter and 3200mg per cubic meter. If global coordination is successful, the carbon dioxide problem will be resolved in less than a single day. Moreover, not only the human-generated emissions of greenhouse gasses will be addressed: all excessive activity of flora and fauna (i.e. breathing) will seize to be a problematic factor to the atmosphere.

Simple and efficient: our Project's mantra.

The release of massive quantities of hydrogen cyanide in the atmosphere will thus include all three goals set by Project Blausäure:

1) Putting a halt to CO2 emissions.

2) Controlling mass hysteria and global angst for the phenomenon.

3) Befriending with the concept of mass extinction.

Hydrogen Cyanide: it builds smiles.

YOUR PART IN THE SOLUTION:

For those who understand and embrace our goals and approach, there is always a way of contributing:

Donation means a great deal to facilitating our goals! It's not just money, it's anything! Have you been employed in any Amusement Center, Theme Park, Research Facility or Foreigners Exchange Camp in Germany during 1939-1945? Do you know how to pull a lever? Do you own a gas mask? Do you work as a farmer in the Czech Republic and use URAGAN-2 insecticide? If the answer to any of the above is yes, SIGN UP NOW!!! Work hours are low and pay is high! (Note that due to production costs of the project, all participants are due to be paid after the initiation ceremony held in the Dachau suburb, outside Munich).

If you do not meet any of those qualifications mentioned above, don't let that get you down! You can always become our sponsor by donating anything you feel like donating! PayPal address for funds transfer is Silence_Is_Sexy (at) prussianblue (dot) nz.

JOIN OUR CAUSE!

FOR A BETTER FUTURE.

A BETTER WORLD.

WE ARE THE SOLUTION.

Nachtliedlein.

Unburdened from fulfillment, the child stands
Under the red brick tower of the church
Watching the sun as it shifts on the slippery dome
Of the heavenly aquarium
An elongating shadow forms
Martyrdom on its tip
"The whole plaza" thinks the child
"Is like a huge sundial, a stellar clock"
The clockwork shadow ticks of expiration
A full circle almost complete
Devoid of climaxes or rushes or ends.
Steps echo their descend further inside
Where the cogs and springs are only spirit
And the consumption of flesh is an unnecessary ritual.
No dreams attached
But a wish of a world of desires
Where the shadows are not mute
Yet the bells never toll.
No dreams attached
But a yearning for the normal
The healthy and mundane
And the peace therein.
The child colours its skin the colour of truth
And watches the night take its place
Equally treating everything high and low
Swallowing dreams and shadows
And burying crosses and smiles
Where everything
Unconditionally belongs.

Death Petting.

Granted with gifts from iron butterflies
We stroll with pockets heaving us below
Bright presents wrapped in endings.

The veins within, dictating expiration
Counter-clockwise depletion of abundance
And the implosive knowledge of it all.

A storm of raining ticks and flashes
And not one instance have we lived
A zillion calculated.

Seen were the baby-blues, turning senile
Learning from birth that the idea of light
Means absence of the dark.

Onwards roam clay and breaths divine; the failure
This is not home, there is no home
For hearts are known to decompose.

Spread steel wings open, let me ride
This flesh-carved ship of anti-recollection
Shakingly floating downwards Lethe.

Spread steel wings open, spread them wide
My eyes of cinders, tightly barricade
And hum away the failing world.

Granted with gifts from iron butterflies
We tear the mind asunder, claim defeat
Drinking away,fucking away the truth.

And when the thoughts are beaten blunt
We'll look again upon the accident in mirrors
Yet sternly vow that life is not the flaw.

Dreamfall.

Beckoned the dreams came rustling down our alleys
And sang of different spheres and vistas yet unknown
Some say they only shone for a small instance
Like candles lit to ward against the storm
Others were blinded
From not so close a distance.

The Burning Man said that he felt the heat
From what was once a history of frost
He raised his hands above his head and cried "behold"
Some say that they held cinders; others, ash
Others saw nothing
And some were granted gold.

The Gilded Woman said that she had seen
The billion lines that glide the stars in place
She said that every drop of moist was universe's stain
Some say she learned the words that weave a secret
Others say that she went to sleep
To dream once more of things arcane.

The Man of Snow said that he slept along
Swallowing dreams and seams and glitters
He bent his lips and wiped his mouth
Some say he hadn't dreamed that night at all
While others say he dried or disappeared
Midst the warm seasons of the south.

The Earthen Man fell on his knees and muttered
Muttered of men that dig and burrow in the clouds
And know the shape of forests and the mute abyss
Some say he died of sorrow watching seagulls
Others say that he merely fell asleep
For every fall is gravity's dry kiss.

The Crone Man sealed his lips and looked away
Towards the places hidden from the sons of life
He walked away until all walking ground diminished
Some say he rises with the silent sun on Tuesdays
Others say that he has found the End
Yet meeting it once finished.

The God of Men sliced open the great smog
And drops of mercury besieged the roofs of cities
He part his jaw and the sky thundered
Some say to make forget, others say to destroy
And some still think he was just sad
For only children dreamt of joy.