BRUT

MANIFESTO 

II

INDEPENDENCE IN A BURNING CELL

THE ELEMENT OF ASSASSINATION WITH A WILL TO STRIKE 

A masculine suicide. A glory of a kind. The broken skin covered with deadly anticipation.

Your words are a lie. The essence of constipation. The will to surrender and apathy to strike. Eliminate the presence of promises. The joy you bring to the world. A lie. ALL A LIE! So let's dance on a grave of our fathers. Let's kill our essence in absence of thought. Let's lie till our piss stink of revenge. Your world is a non existing malice. I die in sodomy of misconception!

 Father!

In the lie you call the core. In a lie you call life. In a lie of misjudged idols. Unity? Fuck unity! There is NO UNITY. A LIE! All a fucking lie. Kneel! In front of who? The element. The fucking element.

In the shadow. The killer view. The bourgeois is leaking. In puss of the swollen mind. In glory - the work of ages. Step on the milestone with a rope tighten around your weekend neck. 

I will pray for you!