Forwarded from ☤Hermean☤
Lover of mankind,
giver of good fortune,
I give adoration unto You.
Through life's intricate paths,
Your guidance
holds us upright,
Hermes, celestial guide,
In Your presence,
all feels right.
giver of good fortune,
I give adoration unto You.
Through life's intricate paths,
Your guidance
holds us upright,
Hermes, celestial guide,
In Your presence,
all feels right.
Forwarded from Goto:@ZoomerwaffenX
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happiness is contagious
Forwarded from Ajax The Greater
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It's always 6ix9ine this and
6ix9ine that
Niggas on my dick and on my
yack
These niggas lookin' for me
you could hit my jack
I done dropped my address.
y'all know where 6ix9ine at
I don't flock, yeah
Nine to his back like lbaka
Baka, not nice, with the
fucking top up
https://open.spotify.com/track/5KhFaq45chTw8RGfWo8T8J?si=bpwWg1pHRyKED0QQUKIWhQ
6ix9ine that
Niggas on my dick and on my
yack
These niggas lookin' for me
you could hit my jack
I done dropped my address.
y'all know where 6ix9ine at
I don't flock, yeah
Nine to his back like lbaka
Baka, not nice, with the
fucking top up
https://open.spotify.com/track/5KhFaq45chTw8RGfWo8T8J?si=bpwWg1pHRyKED0QQUKIWhQ
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BILLY
6ix9ine · Song · 2018
Tell me all your thoughts on God
And tell me, "Am I very far?"
https://open.spotify.com/track/6B618H5CuCdEzcVs0NKTlt?si=bIAM3SDcTwKIikvIEa_BLQ
And tell me, "Am I very far?"
https://open.spotify.com/track/6B618H5CuCdEzcVs0NKTlt?si=bIAM3SDcTwKIikvIEa_BLQ
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Counting Blue Cars (Tell Me Your Thoughts On God)
Dishwalla · Song · 1995
Forwarded from Temple of the Oracle
Here's a poem I wrote in 2014:
I am a manic werewolf, desperate to rip you to shreds.
I will destroy your will to live,
grapple at your jugular with diamond crusted claws,
whispering promises of damnation in your ear.
I will apologize innards on my breath, flossing teeth with tendons as molten silver pours from your eyes.
"I didn't mean to destroy us."
I am a manic werewolf, desperate to rip you to shreds.
I will destroy your will to live,
grapple at your jugular with diamond crusted claws,
whispering promises of damnation in your ear.
I will apologize innards on my breath, flossing teeth with tendons as molten silver pours from your eyes.
"I didn't mean to destroy us."
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Here I shoot, and you run
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I call you when the time is right
Are you in, or are you out?
https://open.spotify.com/track/4KliQFRlvNKnlVYzMMbSMq?si=81VYm3_XSPCN7K9qQqXsnw
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of friends you didn't have
I call you when the time is right
Are you in, or are you out?
https://open.spotify.com/track/4KliQFRlvNKnlVYzMMbSMq?si=81VYm3_XSPCN7K9qQqXsnw
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A Favor House Atlantic
Coheed and Cambria · Song · 2003
Listen to Inner Peace // Midwest Death Toll by Drayco McCoy on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/69cmk
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Inner Peace // Midwest Death Toll
Recorded + Mixed by Bill Stack in Indianapolis, IN
Mastered by Matt Riefler
Album Art by Ben Roberts
Mastered by Matt Riefler
Album Art by Ben Roberts
Forwarded from Operation Werewolf Official
No matter how many times I read this quote, it still resonates:
“Be radical, have principles, be absolute.
Be that which the bourgeoisie calls an extremist.
Give yourself without counting or calculating - don't accept what they call ‘the reality of life' and act in such a way that you won't be accepted by that kind of ‘life.’
Never abandon the principle of struggle.”
- Julius Evola
“Be radical, have principles, be absolute.
Be that which the bourgeoisie calls an extremist.
Give yourself without counting or calculating - don't accept what they call ‘the reality of life' and act in such a way that you won't be accepted by that kind of ‘life.’
Never abandon the principle of struggle.”
- Julius Evola
Forwarded from wandering spΛrtan
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"Sing, O Muse, of the rage of Achilles, of Peleus' son, murderous, man-killer, fated to die, sing of the rage that cost the Achaeans so many good men and sent so many vital, hearty souls down to the dreary House of Death."
Burn it down from the inside baby. The Library of Alexandria was an inside job.