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***- MIGHT IS RIGHT -***
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I.
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In this arid wilderness of steel and stone, I raise up my voice
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that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and
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to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weaklings, wealth to
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the strong!
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Open your eyes that you may see, O men of mildewed minds; and
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listen to me, ye laborious millions!
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For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world - to
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interrogate the "laws" of man and of "God".
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I request reason for your golden rule, and ask the why and
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the wherefore of your Ten Commands.
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Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence,
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and he who saith "thou shalt" to me is my mortal foe.
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I demand proof over all things and accept with reservations even
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that which is true.
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I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your impotent, mad
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redeemer and write over his thorn-torn brow "The true prince of Evil - the
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king of the Slaves!"
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No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me; no cult or dogma shall
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encramp my pen.
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I break away from all conventions. Alone, untrammelled. I raise up
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in stern invasion the standard of the strong.
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I gaze into the glassy eye of your fearsome Jehovah and pluck him
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by the beard; I uplift a broadaxe and split open his worm-eaten skull.
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I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchers
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and laugh with sardonic wrath!
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Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your
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haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: "Lo
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and behold all this is fraud!"
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I deny all things! I question all things!
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And yet! And yet!
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Gather round me, O ye death-defiant, and the Earth itself shall be
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thine, to have and to hold.
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II.
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Behold the crucifix; what does it symbolize? Pallid incompetence
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hanging on a tree.
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All ethics, politics, and philosophies are pure assumptions. They
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rest on no sure basis. They are but shadowy castles in the air erected by
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day-dreamers, or by rogues, upon nursery fables. It is time they were firmly
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planted upon an enduring foundation. This can never be accomplished until
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the racial mind has first been thoroughly cleansed and drastically
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disinfected of its depraved, alien, and demoralizing concepts of right and
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wrong. In no human brain can sufficient space be found for the relentless
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logic of hard fact, until all pre-existing delusions have been finally
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annihilated. Half measures are of no avail; we must go down to the very
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roots and tear them out even to the last fibre. We must be like nature,
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hard cruel, relentless.
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To long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living
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thought. Too long right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by
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false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither creed nor code must
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be accepted upon authority - human, superhuman, or "divine". Morality and
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conventionalism are for subordinates. Religions and constitutions and all
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arbitrary principles, every mortal theorem, must be deliberately put to the
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question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted, no standard of
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measurement deified.There is nothing inherently sacred about moral
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codes.Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the work of human
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hands; and what man has made, man can destroy.
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He who is slow to believe anything and everything is of great
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understanding, for belief in one false principle is the beginning of all
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unwisdom.The chief duty of every new age is to upraise new men to determine
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its liberties, to lead it towards material success - to rend the rusty
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padlocks and chains of dead customs that always prevent healthy expansion.
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Theories and ideals and constitutions that have meant life, hope and
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freedom for our ancestors may mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to
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us. As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure.
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Whenever, therefore , a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it
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be assailed without pity and without regret; for under the dominance of a
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inconvenient falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let established
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sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt, and destroyed- for they are a
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standing menace to all true nobility of thought and action.Whatever alleged
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"truth" is proven by results to be but an empty fiction, let it be
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unceremoniously flung into the outer darkness, among the dead gods, dead
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empires,dead philosophies and other useless lumber and wreckage.
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The most dangerous of all enthroned lies, is the holy, the
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sanctified the privileged lie - the lie that everyone believes to be a
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model truth. It is the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and
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delusions. It is hydra-headed. It has a thousand roots. It is a social
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cancer. The lie that is known to be a lie is half- -eradicated. But the lie
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that even intelligent persons regard as a sacred fact - the lie that has
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been inculcated around a mother's knee - is more dangerous to contend
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against than a creeping pestilence. Popular lies have ever been the most
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potent enemies of personal liberty. There is only one way to deal with
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them: Cut them out, to the very core, just as cancers are. Exterminate them
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root and branch, or they will surely eat us all up. Annihilate them, or
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they will us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.
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However, when a lie has gone to far - when it has taken up its
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abode in the very tissue, bones, and brains, of a people, then all remedies
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are useless. Even the lancet is of no avail. Repentance of past misdeeds
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cannot "save" decadents from extermination. The fatal bolt is shot, and
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into the fiery furnace of wholesome slavery they must go, to be there
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righteously consumed. From their ashes something new, something nobler, may
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possibly evolve; but even that is the merest optimistic supposition.
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In nature the wages of sin are always DEATH. Nature does not love
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the wrong doer, but endeavors in every way to destroy him. Her curse is on
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the brow of the "meek and lowly".Her blessing is on the very heart's blood
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of the strong and the brave. Only Jews and Christs and other degenerates
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think that rejuvenation can ever come though law and prayer. "All the tears
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of the martyrs" might just as well have never have been shed.
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III.
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"Love one another", you say, is this the supreme law. But what
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power has made it so? Upon what rational authority does the gospel of love
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rest? Is it even possible of practice, and what would result from its
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universal application to active affairs? Why should I not hate mine enemies
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and hunt them down like the wild beasts they are? If I "love" them, does
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that not place me at their mercy? Is it natural for enemies to "do good"
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unto each other? And what is "good"? Can the torn and bloody victim "love"
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the blood-splashed jaws that rend him limb from limb? Are we not all
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predatory animals by instinct? If humans ceased wholly from preying upon
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each other, could they continue to exist?
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"Love your enemies and do good to them that hate you and
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dispitefully use you" is the despicable philosophy of the spaniel that
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rolls upon its back when kicked. Obey it, O reader, and you and your
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posterity to the tenth generation shall be irretrievably and literally
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damned.They shall be hewers of wood and carriers of water: degenerates,
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Gibeonites. But hate your enemies with a whole heart. If a man smite you on
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one cheek, smash him down! Smite him hip and thigh for self-preservation is
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the highest law.
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He who turns the other cheek is a cowardly dog - a Christian dog.
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Give him blow for blow, scorn for scorn, doom for doom - with
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compound interest liberally added thereunto! Eye for eye, tooth for tooth -
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aye, four-fold, a hundred-fold! Make yourself the Terror to your adversary;
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and when he goeth his way, he will possess much additional wisdom to
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ruminate over. Thus shall you make yourself respected in all the walks of
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life, and your spirit- your immortal spirit - shall live: not in an
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intangible paradise, but in the brains and thews of your aggressive and
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unconquerable sons. After all, the true proof of manhood is a splendid
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progeny; and it is a scientific axiom that the timid animal transmits
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timidity to its descendants.
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If men lived "like brothers" and had no powerful enemies to
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contend with and surpass, they would rapidly lose all their best qualities
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- like certain oceanic birds that lose the use of their wings because they
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do not have to fly from pursuing beasts of prey. If all men had treated
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each other with brotherly love since the beginning, what would have been
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the result now? If there had been no wars, no rivalry,no competition, no
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kingship, no slavery, no survival of the toughest, no racial extermination,
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truly what a festering "hell fenced in" this old globe would be!
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IV.
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If this struggle is ordained of us, why not enter into it with
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kindly courage, with dauntless delight? Why not go forward daring all
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things, to conquer or to die? Is it not better to perish than to serve?
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"Liberty or Death" is not a meaningless phrase. No, it is of tremendous
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import to those who - comprehend.
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What is death that it should make cowards of us all? What is life
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that it should be valued so highly? There are worse things than death, and
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among them is a life of dishonor. All men lead dishonorable lives that
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serve a master with hand or brain.
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Life itself is but a spark in the gloom that flashes out and
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disappears. Why therefore not make the most of it here and now,here and
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now! There is no "Heaven of glory bright", and no hell where sinners roast.
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There is no right; there is no Wrong- nor God- nor Son - nor Ghost.
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Death endeth all for every man
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For every "son of thunder" :
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Then be a lion in the path,
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And don't be trampled under.
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For us there is no rest - no Kingdom of Indolence, either on this
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Earth or beyond the skies- no Isles of the Blest- no Elysian Fields - no
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garden of the Hesperides. NO! NO! All these magical legends are but
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fanciful dreams - fiction of mortals of yore.
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Here and NOW is our day of torment! Here and NOW is our day of Joy!
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Here and now is our opportunity! Choose ye this day, this hour, for no
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redeemer liveth.
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Every attempt made to organize the future must necessarily
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collapse. The present is our domain, and our chief duty is to take
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immediate possession thereof upon strict business principles. Strive
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therefore against them that strive against you, and war against them that
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war against thine. Lay hold of shield and buckler or their equivalents;
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stand up! Be a terrible one in thine own defense. Raise up also the
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clenched hand, and stop the way of them that would persecute you. Say unto
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thine own heart and soul: "I, even I, am my own redeemer."
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Let them be hurled back into confusion and infamy, who devise thine
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undoing. Let them be as chaff before the cyclone, and let the Angel of
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Death pursue them, nay, overtake them. In a pit they have hidden a trap for
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thy feet; into that very destruction let them fall. Then, exultant, "sound
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the loud timbrel". Rejoice! Rejoice! in thine own salvation. Then all thy
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bones shall say pridefully, "Who is like unto me? Have I not delivered
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myself by mine own brain? Have I not been to strong for mine adversaries?
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Have I not spoiled them that would have spoiled me?"
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V.
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Blessed are the strong, for they shall possess the Earth.
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Cursed are the weak, for they shall inherit the yoke.
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Blessed are the powerful, for they shall be reverenced among men.
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Cursed are the feeble, for they shall be blotted out.
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Blessed are the bold, for they shall be masters of the world.
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Cursed are the humble, for they shall be trodden under hoofs.
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Blessed are the victorious, for victory is the basis of right.
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Cursed are the vanquished, for they shall be vassals forever.
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Blessed are the battle-blooded. Beauty shall smile upon them.
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Cursed are the poor in spirit, for they shall be spat upon.
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Blessed are the audacious, for they have imbibed true wisdom.
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Cursed are the obedient, for they shall breed creeplings.
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Blessed are the iron-handed; the unfit shall flee before them.
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Cursed are the haters of battle; subjugation is their portion.
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Blessed are the death-defiant; their days shall be long in the land.
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Cursed are the feeble-brained, for they shall perish amidst plenty.
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Blessed are the destroyers of false hope; they are true messiahs.
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Cursed are the God-adorers; they shall be shorn sheep!
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Blessed are the valiant, for they shall obtain great treasure.
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Cursed are the believers in good and evil, for they are frightened by
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shadows.
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Blessed are those who believe in nothing; never shall it terrorized their
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minds.
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Cursed are the "lambs of god" they shall be bleed "whiter than snow".
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Blessed is the man who has powerful enemies they shall make him a hero.
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Cursed is he who "doeth good" unto others; he shall be despised.
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Blessed is the man whose foot is swift to serve a friend; he is a friend
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indeed.
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Cursed are the organizers of charities; they are propagators of plagues.
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Blessed are the wise and brave, for in the struggle they shall win.
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Cursed are the unfit, for they shall be righteously exterminated.
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Blessed are the sires of noble maidens; they are the salt of the Earth.
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Cursed the mothers of strumous tenderlings, for they shall be shamed.
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Blessed are the mighty-minded, for they shall ride the whirlwinds.
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Cursed are they who teach lies for truth and truth for lies, for they are -
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abomination.
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Blessed are the unmerciful; their posterity shall own the world.
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Cursed are the famous wiselings; their seed shall perish off the Earth
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Thrice cursed are the vile, for they shall serve and suffer.
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Typed in by [unknown]
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Edit by Graeme Wilson (O.L.H.P.)
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If you want more info on any OLHP productions or want more info on
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Satanism, contact me via the following computer networks:
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Fidonet: 3:770/505
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(Southern Vortex BBS, ph: +64 0-3-454-3900, 14.4k modem)
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Usenet: fenris@otago.ac.nz
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Also I may be contacted on other NZ BBS's:
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Alternative Reality: +64 0-3-471-0414
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Southern Lights: +64 0-3-455-6016
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The Left Hand Path: +64 0-3-454-5763 (my own BBS)
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Bad Dreams BBS: +64 0-9-528-3577 (leave message to 'Lucifer')
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If you wish to contact me via mail to swap texts, ideas, etc. then write
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to:
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Graeme Wilson
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129 Scott Street
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Waverley
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Dunedin
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South Island
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New Zealand
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