Based on my poem 'The Vanishing Generation' - http://abnormocracy.com/2019/12/29/the-vanishing-generation/ Please visit SYNTHICIDE Music at https://soundcloud.com/synthicidemusic​ Please visit ForNull at https://soundcloud.com/fornull​ A family sits in harmony, Capturing the love of each other, To preserve a moment in history, Father, mother, sister, brother. Bright flashes become a memory, Proudly framed in gold and silver rope, Strong wires complete the accessory, A steel nail secures this clan’s hope. As years progress narrative changing, This picture starts to sag on the wall, The nail loosens as the walls are crumbling, And the portrait begins to fall. Collecting dust the image broken, Shards of glass over yellow edges, Symbolizing an impending omen, Of shattered family pledges. A new coat of paint colors the wall, Enveloping these aged silhouettes, Apathetic greed forces this withdrawal, Fleeting familial vignettes. Unsustainable composition, False inequitable privileges, Their world is beyond recognition, Contemporary images. It shackles and debilitates, Subterfuge and miscegenation, This cruel destiny inaugurates, The vanishing generation.

***This will be on the "Meming Of A White Christmas" album which will be available for purchase at https://www.whiteartcollective.com​ ! All money raised from this will go to a good cause to help support those in our community who are struggling. The poem is available on my website http://abnormocracy.com/2020/12/11/th...​ Thank you Birovius for your valuable feedback and patience. ------------- Among the whispers of a cold winter breeze, A solitary recluse with a heavy painful pace, Betrays years of repentance rattling his knees, Climbs a precipitous road seeking a more sheltered place. He desperately struggles to capture his breath, Clouds of mist reveal the heat of long forgotten passion, Seasonal reminder illustrating death, His memories have dissolved into obscure abstraction. A soft thump from above revives his senses, Reticent shadows of hope descend from snow-covered trees, Momentarily lifting his defenses, The hermit detects a tattered parcel in the debris. Stained wrapping matches the hermit’s weathered coat, Both man and parcel secured with the same knotted frayed twine, Familiar script written in smeared ink on a damp note, Devout prayers to Saint Christopher beseeching the Divine. He kneels to cradle this forsaken parcel, An undelivered wet package of crumbling charity, A snow-globe reveals the crystalline sparkle, Of misguided orphaned lights seeking sublime certainty. Every shake presents a new discovery, Time and space encapsulated in stained glass and liquid, For a man without children or legacy, A simple message of faith and redemption transmitted. Carefully placing the globe in his satchel, The tired hermit continues his solitary journey, Heavy the burden, every step a battle, A snowstorm grows treacherous with every howling flurry. Carrying the sound of an infant crying, Enveloping cyclones pointing to his destination, Will-o'-wisp aspirations for the rising, Glimmering vibrant globe of infinite revelation. Chimney smoke blending into a diamond mist, A peaceful reprieve from the surrounding ferocity, Small and empty manger embodying bliss, Promise of restoration through maternal chastity. Ponderously setting orb in the manger, Fulfillment of promise manifest solitary mime, Voice of perfection whispers to the stranger, This rare gift of devotion was in your soul all this time.

Initially inspired by Amalec's song, 'Sun In Time' Music: 'Thunder and Light' by Amalec Poem: 'Sun In Time' by Nullus - http://abnormocracy.com/2020/01/11/sun-in-time/ Everyman, this slumber is emptiness. Arise! Stand by your kinsman’s side! Everyman, alone in the wilderness, March now! Hoist your banner with pride! Word is out for all men to assemble, It’s time for you to heed the call! The rhythm of this beat makes them tremble, Vanquish these beasts once and for all! Grind your great axes and sharpen your swords! This fight may be our final stand, Let it be known as history records, We lived as honor would demand! Besieging our homelands on every shore, Scores of beasts brutal and cunning, Inhumanity defining their core, As their masters hands are rubbing. No appeasement, settlement, or accord, Submission carries certain death, Fight until the old order is restored, Charging at them with your last breath, Glory for those in our fraternity, This sacred calling is sublime, Our great nations stand in unity, As dawn proceeds the sun in time!

By the Pine Tree Riots (Männerbund Anthem) My reading of this brilliant song. https://themannerbund.com/2020/11/11/by-god-well-have-our-home-again/ http://abnormocracy.com/2020/11/24/by-god-well-have-our-home-again/ When there’s nothing left but the fire in my chest and the air that fills my lungs I’ll hold my tears and trade my years for a glimpse at kingdom come On the other side of misery there’s a world we long to see The strife we share will take us there to relief and sovereignty Oh by God we’ll have our home again, by God we’ll have our home By blood or sweat we’ll get there yet By God we’ll have a home In our own towns we’re foreigners now, our names are spat and cursed The headline smack of another attack, not the last and not the worst Oh my fathers they look down on me, I wonder what they feel To see their noble sons driven down beneath a cowards heel Oh by God we’ll have our home again, by God we’ll have our home By blood or sweat we’ll get there yet By God we’ll have a home The way is dark, the road is lost, my eyes they strain to see I struggle forth to find a friend to light the way for me Oh brothers can you hear my voice or am I all alone If there’s no fire to guide my way, then I will start my own Oh by God we’ll have our home again, by God we’ll have our home By blood or sweat we’ll get there yet By God we’ll have a home