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Always fascinated by an opportunity to read hidden opinions without suffering physical wounds the dude, Haoma (i.e yours truly) has for a few years now been an occasional reader of white nationalist forums. Being semi brown in the Nordic its amusing to picture how a manifestation of some of these could affect a self.

When a White girl marries a ...., her sun of life goes down,
And glaring spots of sun appear on her white wedding gown.
.........

All other crimes may be forgiven when prayer its power fulfills;
The scheming crook may find new hope, and even the man that kills;
But all my prayers can never clear my baby’s mongrel skin,
Nor make him White as driven snow, nor cleanse my soul of sin.

The Saddest Story Ever Told? (Distributed by NSWAP [National Socialist White Americans Party], ca. 1996).

Its interesting that the baby is male, and therefore can roam around corrupting more Aryan women bringing on a faster demise for the race

and now to contradict the tragic tone of that one


The Norse Man
Stands beside me,
Within the
Circle of life.
Serpents upon his arms,
We face the sea.
He is entering the spiral maze
Upon his thundering steed,
Into the garden within,
To plant the final seed.

Ivy Rolfsdottir, “Poem for a Norse Man” (flyer distributed by the WhiteRaven, ca. 1993).

… I wonder why is the seed, final?