Goddamn my wooden cup is once again overflowing to the brim, and down through the crack in the floor of my log cabin, toward the waters of Tuonela, the demons rampaging here from the deserts of Israel—who, under the guise of humor, seek to make the murder of a newborn acceptable, heretics of lower Egypt - to rob the spirit and soul of Finland’s fresh herald of faith, who even today, on the Lord’s Day, gushes forth from our country’s noble hospitals into the outside world. But this does not sit well with the worshippers of the four-headed lord of hell; instead, they wish for evil, filth, and sour water, hoping to cast these mother’s darlings onto the path of the Lord’s lambs —and they snicker, their semen dripping from the seams of their track pants, licking their wart-covered fingers as chameleons lick the colorful insects of the rainforest. Thus do Mephistopheles’s little devilish minions attempt to erode our morals and ethics, but the newborn infants, rising with their foreheads bathed in their mothers’ blood, cut their umbilical cords with a sacred knife and crawl toward these spirits of mockery, drowning the Se’irites in their blissful tears—and then the fourth reich...
