Five Old Skool Songs Celebrating Mass Murder

Inferiors think that those gripped by the passion of homicidal rage are always dark and brooding, depressed and despairing. No! Those of us who have mastered our minds, find euphoric joy in the expression of homicidal rage. Our hatred is simultaneously the darkest of darks, and the lightest of lights, a celebration of the glory of reflection, the transformation of Self-destruction, to the purity of destroying the world.

Integral to maximizing the creation of a Self-universe, is the euphoric celebration of the destruction of all universes which have externally imposed upon you. Mass murder, any way you define or express it, within autonomy of mind, is a lyrically beautiful and transformative expression of emotion and of thought, to be celebrated as a joyful achievement within the perceptive, conscious mind. And so I proudly present five of My favorite old skool lyrical tributes to the act of mass murder, songs which have found and formed a deep and abiding root to My consciousness, songs I have listened to over and over and over, for decades, not merely with My ears, but with My mind and My consciousness.

Allow yourselves to be swept into the majestic grandeur of rage that these songs express, and if you are strong enough, find joy in the hatred of lyrical beauty.

We begin with Another One Bites The Dust, by Queen, absolutely perfect for those family massacre situations:

Kicking it up a notch for the urbanized torture victims seeking immersion of mind via mass murder, we have Go’n Breakdown, by Suicidal Tendencies, feel the joy!

Keeping it real, both literally and figuratively, you can rock out to I Don’t Like Mondays, by The Boomtown Rats, directly inspired by one of the original school shooters, grandma of the genre, torture victim and Martyr Brenda Spencer, who opened fire on an elementary school in San Diego, California on January 29, 1979:

The Forbidden Truth universe of Seer Charles Manson has inspired many thousands to pursue unique paths of enlightened consciousness, including Ozzy Osbourne and this passionate description of rage unleashed, Bloodbath In Paradise:

And to top off our bloody journey, we have Red Rain, by Peter Gabriel. Is it really about mass murder, or just some raindrops mysteriously turned red? Well, just picture Yourself in the middle of a mass murder rampage, emptying magazine after magazine, blood spurting and erupting and oozing and running in every direction, and listen to this haunting song of personal suffering and the catharsis of the Red Rain:

The mass murderer sings and shouts and expresses himself so beautifully, but you fools are too blind and deaf and dumb to listen, and to hear. Open your minds and extinguish your hypocrisy! Just let the Red Rain splash you, let the rain fall on your skin!

Written Text © Copyright 2014-2064 The Seer of Forbidden Truth. All Rights Reserved.

2 comments

  1. That’s very typical of humans–they express their rage and frustration through songs, writings, and poetry but oblivious of it

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    1. Correct. Humans express their True Reality in fatally flawed and reflectively misguided ways, because they possess no conscious awareness of why they choose to do what they do, no understanding of their root and core motivational and inspirational passion. Patriotism is a perfect example of this immense human failure, and the horrific consequences. Allegiance to a government provides outlets for the rage and hate of individuals, and they blindly seize it for emotional catharsis, blind to all conscious realization that they are aligning with their greatest enemy, collaborating in its script, in their personal destruction.

      There is nothing wrong in using music or writing, as either creator or “consumer”, to cathartically revel in rage and hate. The failure is in not consciously dissecting and embracing why you are filled with rage and hate, and not placing direct and overt blame upon the structures guilty of your victimization, and embracing a superficial form of pseudo-catharsis in which Truth itself remains buried.

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