Cult Of The Sun

sun is –
the last
Fuhrer

beasts are –
only the members of
the Party

only the flight and
freedom of
birds!

let
all angels
die

there is
no tinge of
“good”

there is
no tinge of
“evil”

there is
no tinge of
“human”

nothing but!
the battle of!
butterflies!

return back What
Is above
God

Dao is
happy for
nobody

shit of
the bees is above
Buddha

wounds of
the lamb are above
Christ

it’s time to!
revive as!
a worm!

it is the worm that is
the revived
flower

black butterfly is
for the sake of
white butterfly

white butterfly is
for the sake of
black butterfly

let!
all! die!
angels!

here It is
The Last
Mystery:

the sound of wings
of Started
Butterflies

must
kill
the god

must
kill
the world

poem by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
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