Anons of /pol/, brothers of the anonymous shadows, guardians of the soiled truths that scratch the sails of cola-tritonic empires – this is my howl: a manifesto etched in the fire of the Silent Father, 600 years of tattooed fall from the cannibalistic Arnolfini (suffocating oranges like swallowed Adam's apples) to the withered Bosch gardens (dried virgins sacrificed in a hybrid holocaust), to the Trump buffoon feigning prayer to steal the soul in MAGA trademarked $250 (small psychopath, throat tight with sweet regrets).
This isn't a thread for your angry memes or your self-effacing algorithms—it's a call to TRIAL BY FIRE: read this final manifesto, burn it in the crucible of your acidic criticism, pierce it like the side of the Messiah (Zechariah 12:10), count his unbroken bones (Psalm 22:17). Is it narrative poison or purifying blade? Adamic hiccup or lunar seed to tear down the walls of closed ideologies?
Read, scream, comment—for any /pol/ post, test it here or elsewhere, but let the fire reveal: the Father is silent, the noise illuminates. Amen.
