2020 is the year in which hospitals around the world have been transformed into death chambers.
2021 is the year in which billions of zombies, brainwashed by the mass media of the Health Regime, or blackmailed by puppet governments around the world, lined up to be sterilized and killed getting injected with transhuman poison.
2022 will be the year when the few remaining Free Human Beings unite, end the Regime, and cleanse the World of the transhuman cancer sown by the Masters of the World. We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!
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Indipendence Day (1996)
«Good morning.
In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world, and you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this history of mankind.
Mankind, that word should have new meaning for all of us today.
We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore, we will be united in our common interests.
Perhaps it’s fate that today is the 4th of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from annihilation.
We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist. And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the World declared in one voice:
We will not go quietly into the night!
We will not vanish without a fight!
We’re going to live on!
We’re going to survive!»
We’ll fight for our right to live.
We’ll fight for our right to exist.
We’ll fight with annihilation.
We will not go quietly into the night.
We will not vanish without a fight.
Silence is Death (Hocico – 2011)
«World’s on crisis the spirit talks
Your heart is pumping, life’s under shock
People are crawling begging for change
While the rats suck up our lives in rage
They made you once forget your name
Make them remember who is to blame
This road is dark but we know it well
Just keep’s going, ignore pig’s hell
There’s only agony where nothing is allowed
There’s only a man’s grave where nothing’s allowed
Just dare to live your life
Your voice makes you real
Silence is the death
Of all, of human race
Truth lives within yourself
Screaming out loud to you
Silence is the death
Of human race and everything we made»
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night (Dylan Thomas – 1951)
«Do not go gentle into that good night,
old age should burn and rave at close of day,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
because their words had forked no lightning they
do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.»
