I was observing the world when it was pure
When war had romance, glory and honor
When the strong survived and the weak had perished
The Dawn of the Superman-the goal men had cherished
Weak had to die-t'was Nature's Law
Thus the Destiny-the Superman-was what I saw

Out of the Superman came a noble breed
Able to produce great men who could lead
"Natural Selection" was written upon the Ideal
O, and Virtue-Virtue with wings formed their seal
And Overman created Greece, Rome, Persia and more
Britain and America were breeds of these pure

Then I looked further ahead and saw the most vile of men
He was sick and weak-and he enveloped the land
He was not superior but more numerous than the Breed
"Equality! Equality! All are equal!," was his dogmatic Creed
The inferior always want to be equal with those they are not
To gain their equality, integration was the path they sought

Just then appeared yet another vision
One of dissension and racial collision
The beast who crucified Christ was crushing the Breed
For only the Breed could conquer the plague of equality
Only the Breed could stop the Globalist conspirator
But alas, the Breed was now ash-the final horror

"Only where there are graves are there resurrections," spoke Nietzsche
What a fool, our Overman was dead-sucked dry by the Leech
No resurrection, for purity cannot come from the mixed
Their fate was drawn-their destiny fixed
The Breed was now ash, not a song in the air
No bold blue eyes, no golden hair

Out of all this ash came a prophet the Leech had missed
His song was Truth-his name was Kathar'Ish
He burned the temples and cursed the Leech
The height of his honor none could reach
He was beyond equality! He was above equality!
His name again was Man of Purity

On his forehead was written a forgotten word
Though written in letters, it still could be heard
Virtue, Virtue, again Virtue was the sign
He preached the Superbreed to all mankind
But a fool asked "There is not a pure, a clean, a superior breed
So why by these unreachable goals do you lead?"

Kathar the Pure spoke with the words he used:
"To reveal the path which you vile fools refused
You hailed equality yesterday
So I spit the truth upon you today
I am Kathar'Ish-the path you ignored
And now look at you all...a mixed horde"

Quick to his feet, the fool fumbled again:
"To what good is your curse-to what end?
Why punish us-those of whom change is but a laugh
If your words are the milk, then where is your calf?
Why, Kathar'Ish, why do you speak thusly to me-
There are no ears to hear and no eyes to see?"

The towering noble stood fast at these words
Knowing he was as a cattleman without a herd
"Justice, my Lost Calf, Justice is why
I show a picture to a man lacking eye
Justice is why I sing crisp and clear
For those who could not possibly hear"

"Justice is not concerned with Rehabilitation
The Rope is made only for Retribution
Let this be our new Gospel for the blind and deaf:
'Give me Justice, or give me Death!'
And for those for whom Justice and Death are One
I will be present at their execution"

"Upwards! Upwards! pull high on the Rope!
First King, First Banker, First Pope
Unleash the pure power of the steel sword
Await its descent upon the blind world
Behold! it destroys your Laws
This, my Lost Calf, is my Cause"

"Your holy laws are fit for dogs
Your holy writ for pregnant hogs
The Dynamics of Sword and Breed will be One
And all that you have built will turn to ruin
Here, behold the New Dynamics of Breed
No Dogmas, no Lies, no Beatitudes, no Creeds"

With spiteful tongue and boastful heart
The Lost Calf's dialogue took its start:
"No Laws? No Beatitudes? an atheist ye be
No Dogmas? No Creeds? my sympathy to thee
Nor do I partake in the Opium of Masses Blind
So do I, Kathar'Ish, leave religion behind"

Kathar the Pure took offense to these words
And spoke with thunder so he would be heard:
"No, an atheist I am not-no not at all
This is the proclamation of a Breed's Call:
Religion may be the Opiate of the Masses
But atheism is assuredly the Opiate of the Asses"

"Simply said, I was denouncing the Church
Where behind every Law, may a profit-pontiff lurch
I say: No Codification of Law, nor stirring calls of ignorance
Where should no priest exist to dictate the Breed's repentance
Only Honor should govern what man Wills Right and Wrong
Lest every vice and weakness be deemed as strong"

"The Fool of Fools, the Church's Christ is to me
The Patron of Weakness and Immorality
To hell with the priests, popes and preachers
The lowest of loathsome lustful creatures
My Savior is the Vengeful Overcomer, Christ against Greed
Protector and Law Giver of the Breed"

"Lost Calf, look high! High above man!
The Profit-Priests are your governors-slide of unseen hand
Their pockets-lined with your gold, shoes polished with your sweat
They govern your young and old, those whom they never met
And yet behind the priests, dances another sinister breed
Illumined by the gold that was acquired out of greed"

"Invisible yet Illumined, quiet and yet heard
Conquest step by step, Slavery word by word
The true dictators of your once 'Great Society'
Were Conquerors from within your own sleeping country
Hear these words, Lost Calf, so that you may learn
That Great Power and Profit seldom is earned"

"My Sweat? My Gold? Since when have I given consent
For my labor and wealth to be used to my detriment?
How, Kathar'Ish, how could this be
All of my labor worked against me?
My anger rages at the thought
That all of my wealth is for not"

The Prophet's face turned from pale to red
And out of his anger, the Prophet said:
"You! You are to blame for your misery
You looked the other way at first sight of trickery
Why did you not rebel at first sign of trouble?
Why have you allowed your cities to turn into rubble?"

"You are to blame for the problems you see
If the Plunderers came, you would flee
Retreat! Retreat is a word for the weak
Retreat! Retreat is an act for the meek
Your children are doomed to social slavery
For you thought it 'comfortable' to succumb to inactivity"

"That filthy race of men, from early in history
Have been the directors, in every Conspiracy
How can you with honesty, tell me that you did not know
That their eyes were on your Nation-for them to overthrow?
That race of Anti-Race, for whom there is no home
Destroyed all Civilizations, from Egypt up to Rome"

"From Greece to the British Isles
Man has recorded their evil guiles
History is only a record of the Conspiracy's Deeds
So tell me, how could you not know the Enemy of the Breed?
You have seen their dealings, you have heard their lies
And if you are not a liar, you must have blindest eyes"

At these words, a dusky crowd gathered around
To hear the Prophet whom the Fool had found
With open hearts and minds rent asunder
The crowd listened closely to the Prophet's words of thunder
The Mob was silent, for they had never heard such talk
And out of curiosity, the Mob joined the Prophet on his walk

From street to street-and from town to town
The Prophet walked-and larger crowds gathered around
Who is this man? His words are foreign to their ears
He speaks openly about that which they fear
Clearly, a Heretic he must be
For no man acts as if he were free

From each town that Kathar'Ish wandered in
Old and young, Maidens and men
All would follow the Prophet's School
Teachings for the learned and for the fool
For the learned, the Spitting Prophet's words stung
For the fool, the Prophet spoke a different tongue

After long debate and a modest feast
The Prophet was approached by the High Priest:
"Heretic! Heretic! Deceiver of Man
Illusive Wanderer of the land
Your teachings are lined with an unholy blasphemy
An abomination it is, to be authority-free"

Kathar the Pure sharpened his eyes to see
The liar who accused him of blasphemy
With clinched fists and iron core
The Prophet's anger grew even more
And out of his burning breath of fire
The Prophet began his scorching of the Liar:

"Why am I the blasphemer-the Man of Lies?
Is it because you have not yet blinded my eyes?
I am free, because of my 'blasphemy'
And I am a blasphemer, because I am free
Priest of Profit, Humble Man of Hypocrisy
You have not yet deafened me"

"Behold, Freedom is found within one's soul
Not in a Church-a Profiteer's hole
Tell me people, since when has this man's church set you free?
Or has it enslaved you, since the Dawn of the Age of Equality?
Let me ask you, is equality Freedom
Or is it the foundation of the Profiteer's Kingdom?"

"Lies! Liar!," exclaimed the Priest
"God measures no men from greatest to least
We are all equal, brothers in Christ our Master
And I profit not from being a pastor
How dare you, Evil man of hate
Upset this peaceful, Godly state"

Kathar'Ish took up a healthy breath in
And his words of damnation would quickly begin:
"Peace? Peace at what price?
Your equality is a vice
One can live in peace, and yet still be a slave
So why by peace do you rant and rave?"

"I have seen a 'peaceful' state based upon equality
It was nothing more than a communist Country
You speak of peace, yet you profit from war
Solicitor of Lies, profiting whore
Your lies will soon one day consume you
And on that day you will know my words were true"

"And as for your God of Equality
Did he make you as strong as me?
Did He divide intelligence equally
While others are born blind, He made others see
And as for love? Will you dare proclaim
That God loves David and you the same?

At these words the crowd's support of the church had ceased
Their support moved to Kathar'Ish and away from the priest
Here, the mass knew who was to be king
Not the priests who rant, but the Prophets who sing
Eyes of horror, the priests scrambled around
To pick up the pieces of the Conspirator's crown

With his head held low, the fool paid homage
To a Savior disguised as a savage
And with watery eyes and blurry mind
The fool walked away, never looked behind
"What have I done, O God, what have I done?"
The Chief Conspirator knew who had won

This was the vision that had appeared to me
On the Dawn of the Age of Equality
The death of a race was my vision's sign
But how could I have known that the race would be mine
When the betrayal of Race would no longer be sin
I knew that I would see the Spitting Prophet again

Stern blue eyes, Kathar'Ish had in those days
They would stare the people into their graves
Disillusioned with hope for a moment, Kathar'Ish awoke
And for the last time, the Man of Purity spoke:
"No culture, no glory, no future you see...
All because you believed in their equality"