CREDO!

Q.: I can't believe this. Do you think inversion is all to be defiant? Such oppositorums don't even 
exist! Daft antitheses won't make dogmas obsolete. You should be more seasoned than that.
Your jagged exclaims won't blow the fossilized mind of Christian subhumanists. 
A.: I am a simplifier. Not a complicator. I write slogans in lieu of studies. Not only because it's 
easier. That's how I'm capacitated. I'm the last agnostic reduced to the quintessential. I’m an
axiomatic fellow. I don't have the guts to woo the learned. I'm looking for virgins like every true suitor should. Don't care about the blind. My singular duty is to minimize the damage.
Q.: To me it rather seems your cross-road has become a labyrinth. And you're lost like a white 
mouse in it, lingering wall to wall.  I've never seen anyone so intensely hiding. Are you afraid to meet the Minotaur, Theseus? Just trying to find the exit and get out of here? Have you possibly forgotten your mission? What do you fear from, antihero? The first mad bum can kill you if so programmed. We can't control our fate but must at least risk it. It's sure more efficacious than pretending to be dead. It's safer center stage than lurking in the dark, believe me. Light protects.
A.: I am not hiding, I'm under arrest. 
Q.: For the crime of cowardice, I guess. You're ashamed of spreading your own views.
A.: I'm not ashamed. But must be very cautious. Unfortunately enough, my inspirations hail from the extremes. It ain’t my fault, but I can’t help it.
Q.: Not only extremes but unequivocally. You let it all hang out at once. A process goes step by step.
A.: Whoever wants a process? I want an eruption. 
Q.: Then listen to me. You can't burn down the house and save it too. Can't brainwash with fire like a neo-Baptist. The Bride doesn't like to be instructed. Don't do this, do that. Your imperatives  are imperialist. You ought to interact. You must provide her with an illusion of choice. You're pretty unskilled in the art of seduction, aren't you? Just want to abduct her like you were Jupiter or I don't know what. A voracious groom.
A.: This accusation is completely false. I'd never break the rules of etiquette. But manipulation is out of my character. I'm well domesticated but deep within I am the beast, not Crowley. I'm advertising a shotgun wedding this time. Can't spend another day without her.
Q.: Your memoranda impudently push a violent revolt from behind the veil of objective neutralism. Propaganda should be a lot more circumspect.
A.: I don’t believe that progress prevails. I want to kill the crime and save sex without delay. Impatient is the Word. Choice has never been on The Party’s agenda. The counterrevolution has no time to waste!


Q.: Don't scream at me, we're only rehearsing. You can never be sure whether I think so or play it. And it's not your political agenda I'm keen to discuss. What I'm worried about is the very appeal of the Atheist Gospel. Shouldn't it be more than intellectual pornography? A eulogy of deviation?
A.: Naming the cause has a resounding effect. Refusal is bliss. The Negator rewards.
Q.: It always bothers me to see Atheism flirting with Satan. Are we eventually allied with the
Adversary or at war with it?  I wanna know. Could you clear this up once and for ever?
A.: It is eightfold cleared up by the reverted Pentacross. The wheel of our travelogue to Eternity.
Q.: Symbols suck. Would you mind to elaborate the issue for innocent girls like me?
A.: There are three Theisms in the human champaign. Multitheism, Monotheism and 
Atheism. Multitheism is infinity, Monotheism is duality and Atheism the denial of it all. This 
idiosyncrasy makes it a Luciferian endeavor. Antagonistic to devil worship.
Q.: I'm an easy bitch but don't fuck with me, Spiel! I need more than sacred logic to get satisfied. I don't buy the words you're saying any cheap they are. I need something beneficial.
A.: I cannot treat you with subliminal messages, Gina. All the secrets have burned in the furnace of the Sun. We are persisting in a realm of demonic deception as within so without. Some come from your own genes, others from your neighbour's. The soul is fighting them with a double-edged sword. A whole lotta shaking’s going on. I’m not adroit to be eloquent in the vortex. 
Q.: That's exactly what I don't need to hear. Why do you have to bare your ass on every occasion? Do you think it charming to be vulnerable? Are you aiming at the maternal instinct?
A.: The demons are a formidable enemy largely outnumbering the human population. Every 
individual possesses at lest seven of them personally designed. And meets a hundred per day  unknowingly. By avocation I'm a demon spotter. I've learned to recognize them by long years of punctilious practice. The problem is that they recognize me too. 
Q.: You've been spending your whole life on irrelevant observations. With the effort you invest in your sheer survival,  you could write books to sell like Jacques Derrida. Would feel less forlorn.
A.: The Atheist faith takes nothing for granted. The life of an alien spy is perennial simulation. Keep all hopes to yourself. Say anything but what you feel. Suppress every emotion. The actor's never happy.
Q.: Nothing I abhor more in you than this Talmudist skeptic. It's more repulsive than any devotion. You negligently overlook our current brains' limited facility. How can you believe in the non-existence of God without any evidence? It's worse than an Abrahamic doctrine.
A.: The formula is a lot trickier. What you have to believe is a non-existing god now. None exists. When you say 'God Is None', the emphasis is on the predicate. It's only a small step from 
worshipping the invisible. But a great relief of human bondage. The Atheist Church is not another temple on the haunted hill. But the Mother of all Antichristian children of the Homo Erectus.


Q.: Let me get back to the topic of demons for a moment, may I? It struck me when you said at least a hundred per day. Is half of the population not of human stock? This is a misanthropic hypothesis of the worst possible kind. Genesis of a genocide.
A.: Science will soon identify the devil chromosome with absolute certainty. So that the ethic cleansing can officially begin. Won't need the judiciary procedure of punishment.
Q.: That's what they used to call a brave new world in the books of old. Can’t you figure out something more original? You’re an embarrassing throwback of both Huxley and Orwell. You’re summoning their execration on your frazzled head.
A.: I am thriving on the news of the day. They don't let me forget where I happen to be. Don't believe the humanitarian lies of the technocracy. Retaliation is the only responsible response to the liberal carnage. A merciless extinction of the wicked beyond race and class. Not vengeance but  prevention. Intransigent propagation control. I call it divine terror. And you should too.
Q.: No problem. But I'm rather curious about the demons that dwell in us. Our geo-genetic determinators. How to shut them up? How to fend them off? How to cut them out? Those are my questions.
A.: The main trouble with demons is that they can’t be bribed. Their default program is unmodifiable. They work as a cooperative in perfect synchronicity. And change their tactics if you deduce them. Their common goal is to drive you to suicide. Paranoia seems to be a defense mechanism but is actually their worst snare. The direct gate to Hell. Fear is our main enemy no logic can defeat. You won't see this on other planets.
Q.: Well, that’s hardly been a reconstructive answer. Just another sad proof for the existence of None. What I’m interested in is how to break the spell. The magic of harmony in the evil void.
A.: I’m terribly sorry to disappoint you but there is no such method I know of. To kill one’s ego is everybody’s personal business. The book of the living is written with unknown characters. Don’t believe in collective redemption. The Messiah is a false theorema. We must become godlike or else we fall for the temptation of Christ.
Q.: So the truth is that there is no truth. That’s quite an antigospel, innit? It’ll surely set me free for good. I prefer not to believe you.
A.: You see, that’s how it goes. Negation is endless. The truth is unimportant, dangerous and misleading. Best is to look away if someone shows you one. Belief is in the lie. Lie is what’s unprovable. The religious mindset that should be erased from the human genome.
Q.: Good luck but no luck. You won’t convince anyone of such infidelity. Give me an example.
A.: Just take the poor Nazarene for granted. Resurrection was an empyrean swindle. Enough for two Millennia of conquest. Not to mention the enemy’s prophets.
Q.: I think you’re wrong about the demons too. Your approach is metapasychologic. Exorcism is 
not the correct response. There should be no sanity clause.
A.: Once you’ve killed your ego you may do what thou wilt. Deprived of its feeding ground the demon will serve you well. You can become a master of your destiny if observe the ‘Credo!’s demands. You can build a superself over the wounded pride. That’s what this song is about. The denial of deceit.


Q.: Your profane logic is unfollowable for the daughters of prurience. I know it’s the way you like it but it won’t promote your record deal. You are an uninvited intruder of the matrix with your sonic tryptich of the ultimate revolt. No record producer will risk such disrepute. You’re a beggar of the banquet with a wedding fiesta on your possessed mind. Without the power to charm.
A.: The marriage supper is an allegory everybody’s chewing upon. Nothing revelatory. I’m only adding a new flavor to the global menu. An alternative addiction.
Q.: It might be too piquant for certain intestines. You’re cooking up rotted terminologies into a synthetic poison for susceptible brains. Don’t have to guess whose kitchen it is coming from.
A.: I don’t believe so. My culinary marvel is highly digestible for a self-conscious elitarian. The Oshist gastronomy of my oral delight tastes like Heaven should.
Q.: Now get off your high horse and tell me with a straight face what exactly you intend to solicit the incrowd with your ‘crossfile out of the black? Even a rejection would rank a miracle.
A.: I am begging for a fair release like I’ve always done. Contribution to The Party’s Antichristian Crusade. Donations to the Overnational Front. Things like that. Money can buy unlimited absolution. Martin Luther didn’t get it.
Q.: Great expectations but at least truly clear. The House of the Unlord reveals its corrupted façade. Your adulatory tactics viciously resemble the technique of Baal. Superstitious materialism for a decadent ruling class. Any delicious the buffet might be, the celebration’s designed to consume you in the end. Whoever wanted to marry a vampire?
A.: Indulgence in sin is the UR’s ultimate sacrifice. It is the enthronement of the Baphomet. What could be more up-to-date?
Q.: Your plagiarist references are way over the top. Is it 1666 again? Why do all your heretic errands finally come down to adultery? 
A.: It's not about adultery, my dear sister. It is about revenge. Grateful death is procured through profiting from life. Treason to the Earth must be unconditional.
Q.: I’ve heard that too before. But haven’t seen anyone psyched up for it. Your elect must be from another planet. You’re either misplaced or coming way too soon. No acquiescence with the  contemporary norms.
A.: I'm not a realpolitician, baby, but a phony truthssayer. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Unions are formed from the desire to separate. I can’t play that dirty game of thrones. In spite of its content, my news is very good. My job is to select the incorruptibles out of the undead. I’m an Epicurean structuralist on a paramilitary mission. Everything depends on who will copyright the third covenant.  That’s what keeps me rocking on around the doomsday clack. I believe in None. The Grammar has saved my life.