Saturday, March 07, 2009

THE TIME IS COMING

The time is coming for
Bushmaster M-4 A 3's
The time is coming to pay
The price again for liberty

How about an Aimpoint
With a roll up 3 X
Sometime the answer
Is simple and direct

Buy yourself some rounds
And invest in a vest
Get at least 20 magazines
And step to the test

Once you're prepared
You can kind of relax
Think outside the box
But do watch your back

Because sure as Hell
It's comin hard down the line
It's not a matter of if
It's a matter of time

****
****

They’re incompetent and crazy
They're communist and liars
They're fanatic and empowered
They’ve got a belly full of fire

They're greedy and gluttonous
They know no shame
They speak with serpent’s tongues
And on your soul lay their claim

It's coming like a whirlwind
Like a plague in the dust
They feed off honor and integrity
And manipulate to get your trust

Ahh yess they speak in spells
Their words they rearrange
They love their pride and anger
And envy has them all deranged

But that does not mean we run
That does not mean we do not care
But when the storms of disaster gather
It is only fools who do not prepare


Neils
8:52 pm
01/09/2009
*
transcribed this time
6:50 pm
03/07/2009


N....again

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Beauty and movement

The knife cuts smoothly and quietly
This time beneath the blood red moon
And as the slob sinks to his knees
The night bird warbles her starlite tune

Such is the green of the jungle
Such is the beauty of the flowers and vines
Such is the joy of the heart beat and rhythm
Of the skilled and agile predatory kind



Neils
3:19 pm
10/30/2008
*
transcribed this time
3:26 pm
10/30//2008


N....again

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

By your deeds

The Sun and Moon know you by your moving shadow
Intelligence knows you more the more you understand
But The Sons of Valhalla will always know you
Always know you by your deeds........watchman



Neils
*
written a couple of days ago..
*
transcribed this time
9:02 pm
10/02/2007

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Will it come to blows

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****

Blows and throws

And eye jabs
And head butts
Right crosses to the forehead
That leaves a cut

It'll come down to foot sweeps
Wrist locks and broken jaws
Elbows and mouths bleeding
From being broken open and raw

It'll come down to leg kicks
That separate tissue from bone
It'll come down to fists
Smashing into faces like stone

Because the talk talk talk talk
Crazy appeasing kind
Have sold out their souls and
Have completely lost their minds

They're unrelenting in their arrogance
Their audacity is loose like a snake
They have no honor or integrity
They love to set up abandon and forsake

That's why it all comes down to blood
That's why it all comes down to pain
Because the stupid selfish and immoral
Always think it's some kind of game

And only trauma and death shock them
And by that I mean their own
Any other sacrifices being made
Have no affect on their hearts of stone

They are the sickening no values weak
Who seek out tyranny's power and reign
And they will never ever stop until you
Slit their throats or blow out their brains




Neils
11:15 pm
09/16/2007
*
transcribed this time
12:17 am
09/17/2007



N....again

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Oh we’re intervening intervening intervening

Oh yes

Oh we're intervening intervening intervening
In sick stupid Islamo facisms promoting slaughter
That offers up it's young sons to suicide and
Stonings clitorechtomies and honor killings for their daughters

There's not a muslim country out there innocent
And that especially includes Syria and Achmini-jihad's Iran
That doesn't give them a thousand reasons to die
But not many to be a joyful productive woman or man

They've been crazy for centuries and out for blood
And lookin for any infidel to blame condemn and attack
Oh yes but it must be our intervening intervening intervening
And that we have decided that we will stand and fight back

But there is no part of we that in any way includes you
If you're speaking of the home of the brave and free
And all those who would do what is necessary to
Survive and continue on with justice and sacred liberty

It couldn't be those crazy imams and their fatwa’s
Or Wahabbism pushing hate in every uttered breath
It couldn't be that rabid psychotic worship of an evil
That creates all this continual lust for torture pain and death

It must be the intervening intervening intervening
That accounts for riots over cartoons and killing
Of any who dare to speak anything but praise about
Mohammed's child molestations and 72 virgins

As being anything but thrilling


But there is no part of we that in any way includes you
If you're speaking of the home of the brave and free
And all those who would do what is necessary to
Survive and continue on with justice and sacred liberty

You say don't give them a common enemy
But your craven twisted appeal to moral equivalency
Only lends concession to their mad obsessions
And that makes you clearly on their side


To me



Neils
12:55 pm
05/24/2007

Friday, May 18, 2007

Never apologize to the ignorant

Never apologize to the perpetualy insulted
Never apologize to the self inflicted lame
Never apologize to the holy victim club
And their trade mark hyper sensitivity to names

They love to play the losers
That are outraged to the core
While simultaneously romance dancing
With psychos whackos and whores

You could grovel crawl and beg
You could do it all night and day
You could do it till the cows came home
But they'll never be satisfied anyway

They're the crazies of the new world
The want the civilized dead
They're the ones whose feet are in the air
Negotiating fate in the enemy's bed

Never apologize to the slave mentality
That asks you to take a bended knee
They'll only want you to bow your head
So they can cut your throat

And slaughter the dreams of liberty



Neils
9:50 am
05/04/2007
*
transcribed this time
with corrections added
6:32 pm
05/18/2007



N.....again

Sunday, December 03, 2006

I would blow up Mecca

I would back every man with a gun
I would stand behind every trigger pulled
By those who killed and got the job done

I would strike at the heart
Of the enemy
And their raghead
Alli baba beliefs

I would
Rain down on them
Pain death and slaughter
The most unmerciful grief

I would execute their leaders
I would take from them their oil
I would take from them their land and riches
To the victor goes the spoils

****
****

No quarter asked
No quarter given
Only blood can take
The measure of the line

I need but ammunition
Food and weapons
And for the timid
To get out of the way

Of my kind


Neils
*
over several days
03/11/2007
*
transcribed this time
8:28 pm
03/15/2007


N.....again