Death Instinct. Poem by Ripper Jones

Spectral deity
The self which I don't deny
These chains can't hold destiny
Which destroys and builds
With pent-up energies
Unleashed on the unexpecting
The dark spirit
Giving light to humankind
An eagle that is a dove
Giving eventual tranquility
After glory and pain
Drenched in the blood of sacrifice

Death of good or evil at last
Opens roads to reason afresh
Comrades in arms patriots in love
Determined futurism for the future
Manifestos for glory and speed
The superman creed exemplified
Through martial nature's necessary choice
Kind's advance to the justifiable end
by exceptionally mean pitiless means
Opportunity must be pragmatic
Brushing aside flotsam with no mercy
Dispute settled by sole arbiter

Pressing, burning, accords will be dispensed
while the servants incubate small niceties
Lilliputian worries only worry Lilliputians
of cultureless materialist tradition
of eyes that are open but cannot see
they will be forced clear of sympathy
and see the light after Armageddon
time equals struggle and conflict
law equals obedience and subservience
no emotive tears to cloud reason
crowds at last will know themselves
and realise what they really are

Thesis, antithesis and synthesis
what use is this with the subconscience
and the aesthetic never-never land
never reached because it died
materialism and mechanistic gears
for the people to see and listen to
to be aghast at the first production
of lightning's spark to jog dead matter
Hegel's idealists and Smith's individualists
and all the branches and dependents
and divisions and subdivisions
none will be disappointed

Darkness wearing a white mask enters
the resemblance of Hades itself
my heart is pinned to destiny
and my soul is let loose from its chains
the beings are satisfied as they plough
nourished with bean and turnip soup
and delightful mind substance that turns
into happiness and plenty
to stave off the darkness of their existence
they keep minions and hangers on
to form their sirens and familiars
that work towards their immortality

Spectacle processions pyrotechnics dazzling to glazed eyes
to reach depths of emotionless souls
which stir latent thirsts and angry lust
for justice seen as retribution for treason
perpetrated by perfidious wretches sprung from limbo
into hells of their own treacherous making,
split asunder by lions and eagles with axes of blood.
Soft religion for soft heads that make sympathy a virtue
needs to be brushed into the gutter of history.
Twist the other cheek, spy on thy neighbour
for the benefit of the Benthamite mass
who weave a cloak of angst against predatory thoughts.