Misanthropic Division - 09
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Greetings to all real associates, Inet Drocher, sofa strategists and kitchen Socrates, all those who read this message. 2015 came, it is this year that everything will fall into place and in this you will help us. First of all, I turn to those who call themselves the right-wing national socialist and look at the entire multi-case house that is going on on earth. You have little time left. Either you begin to act, or our action will turn against you. All these aesthetic revolutionaries, extravagant rebels, kitchen governors, gloomy avengers went very far in their dreams. Dreams of dreams, and bullets will receive real ones. We are different. You consider us madmen, but your will is subject to us. The gods look at us, Aryan blood flows in us, the blood of the winners. Indestructible cold blood and absolute superiority over everything. We are immortal. We will enter this world again and again with the same goals and roles. After the death of our bodies, it remains to live what was created by them. And this will be part of ourselves. All that is done is all for the better. Even if everything goes to death, what could be better than death, like the end of the path in this life and the door to another life? We are more and more among you and us. We will destroy this false world! And on the wreckage of bones we will build our own. Our path will not end with this world. We will go much further than you can imagine. Sit and imagine, and we are already on the road. Our life is filled with the desire for light. We run to the top of the mountain without afraid to break on a cliff. Our death will be bright and truly enthusiastic. This crawling in the waste ditch does not understand. You know about us only what is allowed to know. We know you all from the inside. And the time will come, as your biomass called the body, will burn in the lights of the Holy War. Your grave will be a garbage pit, where you were born. The sunrise cannot be canceled, like the sunset of your world. Your fear will kill you. There is no such language in which you can pray for forgiveness. Wait and continue to rot. Climinate for slippery stones, falling into the abyss. You have the last chance. He who wants to live should fight, and who does not want to participate in a fight in this world of eternal struggle, he does not deserve the right to life. Each of our knife must find a stomach. Each of our bullets should meet his forehead. And you should help us in this. Let the sheep continue to shout at their shepherds, striking exactly at the slaughterhouse. We are frails, we do not need what indoor obstacles need. We need inhuman happiness.
Our liberation of Europe began with Ukraine and soon come to your house. January 1, January 8, February 24, March 9, May 10, June 13, November 5 ... In the morning, on one of these days, the streets will flood with blood, the air will smell Garya, and the screams will fly over all this country. When this happens, you will not have the right to make a choice. So it prevents you from making it now, especially if you yourself know that this choice is the only right one. All methods are good. Create autonomous cells in your cities, join the NS Battalions. Distribution of the population, mass killings, terror, etc. Everything is justified. Perhaps tomorrow you will go into the history of the new state. You have the right to decide: to become a superman or cattle, the top of fate or biomass.