I am the host

I am the host
To that which I abhor
Knowing I couldn't go back
No matter how much I wish.
A product of the times more so than most,
A conduit for the instability,
I am saturated by the underlying unease.
There is a tension in the air
An atmosphere of denial and deception,
With so much pretension, feigned acceptance
And too many painful realizations.
We are the hosts to that which we abhor.
For the sake of niceties
Pleasantries over extended
Times overstayed
A few too many miles
From a few too many inches.
A few too many extensions
And rectifications,
To truths only half mentioned
In passing, troubled eyes which stare too much.
Recitation of what's acceptable
Has replaced learning about what is right
And the idea of "damaged" is replaced with damage control.
No longer an abuser
Only the abuse and the victims
There are no shared values among us
Just legally enforced statements.
Tolerance is a word overused
Making a weapon of normality
Your impressionable youths
Will be the new weapons of normality.
Enforcers of the states will
They marvel not at anything spectacular
But marvel the millionth.
Trigger warnings on the classics,
Sleeping beauty is a rape?
The birthrates of our people are below replenishment levels
And too many of us are like me...
Hosts to what we abhor
A testament to the times
We are the precursors,
The foreshadowing undesirables
Which proffer an image of your children in times to come
We are the early bloomers
In a decadent garden of natures inversion.
The pretty scented playthings of a primal populace.
A godless, immoral, perverse hive of unlimited
Acceptance so long as it's as mandated from our human masters.
A murderous, listless, drugged, aborting, ruinous society
Held together by propagandized values and state enforcement.
All races will be played off of each other
In the global melting pot of commerce and efficiency.
The spreadsheets will spew endless data about the various components of the system;
Dumbed down , tolerant to the unnatural
And intolerant to anything that could challenge
This all encompassing worldview
These are brainwashed and broken masses
Demoralized and cowardly, weak and ill-informed
Quick to seek out the comfortable lies
Afraid of truth, even towards themselves
Afraid of honesty
We are the cultivated delusion of an owned populace.
Lost, Damned, Childless, Dysmorphic
Despisers of their own race, heritage, history
Ignorant to their own race, heritage, history
And taught to swallow lies at face value
Taught that recitation is all the learning you'll ever need
Despisers of their parents, their forefathers
Despisers of all they were told to despise.
We are the monsters which wish to destroy
We wish to destroy everything as we destroy ourselves
To be moulded into annihilation
A near suicidal drive to the brink of extinction
But I don't see too many others willing to go our way
No
We are the defeated
Get on your knees and repent
Not too any god
But too man
And denounce yourself.
That's the pious and virtuous thing to do.
Invert the values
How much better we are at worship these days
How much more elaborate our ritual play
How many of us follow the dogma blindly?
With hands cuffed and mouths gagged,
The faithful moan their prayers
In staining ecstasy.
What is your shrine now?
The state? Yourself? A rainbow? An ethnic import?
Anything anti-traditional, anti-heritage, anti-cultural, anti-native?
What is your god now?
Too good for that?
Too clever?
Too care free?

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