The Army was born very early in the morning, pulled from a moment of sober clarity amidst the tummult of a drunken bash. One complete, immediate collision of consciousnesses and wills and passions. Our Grand Master rose up and accepted the vow of those present, upon the blade that they would not stop until that instantaneous tidal wave of awareness was no longer a moment but rather a continuum of extraordinary existence.

To this end, the core has spread its vigilant warriors of fascination across the landscape of this poisoned realm of Amerikkka, preaching the gospel of that moment and breaking the chains of ontological law that suppress the very essence of human existence.

If transcendance will ever be attained by the whole of humanity is impossible to tell. But the Army will wash and cleanse this landscape, hollow away the mountains, and leave fertile valleys in its wake as the alluvial flood of Gilgamesh purged and renewed the earth at the dawn of time. We will fill the world with an existence, the likes of which have never been seen.


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