Slaughtering Quotes

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WE SMELLED THE GREASEPAINT IN THE AIR, THEY STUMBLED INTO TOWN LAST NIGHT, COMPLETELY UNAWARE, CLAD IN SHIRTS OF MESH AND WITH MASCARA ON THEIR EYES WE SAW A KEYBOARD PLAYER AND WE KNEW THEY HAD TO DIE. THEY PLAYED A SHOW AT IVAN'S INN, FROM UNDERNEATH THE STAGE WE HEARD THE CATERWAULING DIN, THEY SANG OF FORESTS, ELVES, AND TROLLS, THE URGE TO KILL THEM ON THE SPOT WE BARELY COULD CONTROL AFTER THE SHOW THEY ALL GOT DRUNK, APPARENTLY TO CELEBRATE A SET THAT REALLY STUNK, TO THE GRAVEYARD THEY PREDICTABLY PAID CALL, THESE LORDS OF CHAOS WHINED ABOUT THEIR TOUR BUS BEING SMALL THEY SPOKE OF NORWAY AND 'THE SCENE' THE SOUND OF LAUGHING GHOULS REVERBERATED THROUGH THE TREES 'WE SHOULD TAKE SOME PICTURES!' THE ONE IN CHAIN MAIL SAID, 'THAT'S IT.' CREMATOR GROWLED, 'IT'S TIME THESE IDIOTS WERE DEAD.' THEY SCATTERED LIKE RATS WHEN THEY SAW GHOUL ATTACK, THE DRUMMER WAS THE FIRST TO GO, A HOOK IN HIS BACK MACHETES WERE SINKING INTO PAINTED FLESH CARNAGE AND GORE SOAKING LEATHER AND MESH THE KEYBOARDIST BEGGED BUT FERMENTOR JUST LAUGHED WE HACKED OFF HIS HANDS AND THEN CHOPPED HIM IN HALF THE VOCALIST WAS STRANGLED WITH HIS VERY GUTS HIS FEMALE BACK-UP EXPIRED FROM HER CUTS SPLATTERING BRAIN PANS AS A MATTER OF COURSE VIOLENTLY MURDERING WITH NO FUCKING REMORSE THEIR BASSIST, TO A BOOBYTRAP, PAID A TOLL HIS HEAD HAVING GAINED FIVE OR SIX EXTRA HOLES THE BLOOD FROM HIS MOUTH MADE A HOT, STEAMY TREAT WE SAVOURED THE MOMENT, THEN SAWED OFF HIS FEET BOTH OF THE GUITARISTS MADE A RUN FOR THE GATE DIGESTOR CUT THEM OFF AND SEALED THEIR FATE ONE OF THEM CRIED WHILE THE OTHER WAS KILLED, HIS TEARS DID NO GOOD AS HIS SKULL WAS STILL DRILLED SLICING AND DICING, OUR FANATIC OBSESSION OF SLAUGHTERING POSEURS, WE'VE MADE A PROFESSION IN OUR FORBIDDEN... FORBIDDEN CRYPTS!!!

Ghoul
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What is so often said about the solders of the 20th century is that they fought to make us free. Which is a wonderful sentiment and one witch should evoke tremendous gratitude if in fact there was a shred of truth in that statement but, it's not true. It's not even close to true in fact it's the opposite of truth. There's this myth around that people believe that the way to honor deaths of so many of millions of people; that the way to honor is to say that we achieved some tangible, positive, good, out of their death's. That's how we are supposed to honor their deaths. We can try and rescue some positive and forward momentum of human progress, of human virtue from these hundreds of millions of death's but we don't do it by pretending that they'd died to set us free because we are less free; far less free now then we were before these slaughters began. These people did not die to set us free. They did not die fighting any enemy other than the ones that the previous deaths created. The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their proper names. Solders are paid killers, and I say this with a great degree of sympathy to young men and women who are suckered into a life of evil through propaganda and the labeling of heroic to a man in costume who kills for money and the life of honor is accepting ordered killings for money, prestige, and pensions. We create the possibility of moral choice by communicating truth about ethics to people. That to me is where real heroism and real respect for the dead lies. Real respect for the dead lies in exhuming the corpses and hearing what they would say if they could speak out; and they would say: If any ask us why we died tell it's because our fathers lied, tell them it's because we were told that charging up a hill and slaughtering our fellow man was heroic, noble, and honorable. But these hundreds of millions of ghosts encircled the world in agony, remorse will not be released from our collective unconscious until we lay the truth of their murders on the table and look at the horror that is the lie; that murder for money can be moral, that murder for prestige can be moral. These poor young men and woman propagandized into an undead ethical status lied to about what is noble, virtuous, courageous, honorable, decent, and good to the point that they're rolling hand grenades into children's rooms and the illusion that, that is going to make the world a better place. We have to stare this in the face if we want to remember why these people died. They did not die to set us free. They did not die to make the world a better place. They died because we are ruled by sociopaths. The only thing that can create a better world is the truth is the virtue is the honor and courage of standing up to the genocidal lies of mankind and calling them lies and ultimate corruptions. The trauma and horrors of this century of staggering bloodshed of the brief respite of the 19th century. This addiction to blood and the idea that if we pour more bodies into the hole of the mass graves of the 20th century, if we pour more bodies and more blood we can build some sort of cathedral to a better place but it doesn't happen. We can throw as many young men and woman as we want into this pit of slaughter and it will never be full. It will never do anything other than sink and recede further into the depths of hell. We can't build a better world on bodies. We can't build peace on blood. If we don't look back and see the army of the dead of the 20th century calling out for us to see that they died to enslave us. That whenever there was a war the government grew and grew. We are so addicted to this lie. What we need to do is remember that these bodies bury us. This ocean of blood that we create through the fantasy that violence brings virtue. It drowns us, drowns our children, our future, and the world. When we pour these endless young bodies into this pit of death; we follow it.

Stefan Molyneux
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