The Semitic Truth Center Cultural Arts Wing

You see, the Semitic Truth Center isn’t just your run of the mill generic Nazi institution. Dean Lampshade believes a well rounded education in all areas of life is essential to turning out the fashiest of graduates. Of course, it’s not possible for Grandpa Lampshade to do all of the heavy lifting thus thankfully we have folks who lend a helping hand in being sure that everyone who comes here gets the full experience of this institution of higher learning. Today, I would have all of you step into the Cultural Arts wing of the Semitic Truth Center for some…….well cultural arts. Now you might think that things like poetry and stuff like that is faggy but you would be wrong. Remember, Adolf Hitler himself was an artist which contributed to him being the OMM (original meme master) that he was. So today, I present to you a bit of poetry from someone who is a listener to the world wide listened to Thoughts of the Day program as well as an attendee here at the Semitic Truth Center. Dank illustrations will be provided by yours truly. So step up faggots and get you a good dose of top notch culture (seriously though, the poem is really good).


Enjoy the stampeding of my people,
Into subtle self-destruction,
Enjoy steering us ever deeper,
Into your cult of moral seduction,

Keep on pouring your lies,
Into the hearts and minds of our youth,
Drowned in peaceful chaos,
Drenched in the blood of naked truth,

elfen lied

Your power seems so endless,
Your hand turns the clock,
Crowning criminals as heroes,
But true saints you vilify and mock
Sweetness turned bitter
Darkness is made light,
But have you ever seen the sun,
Shining in the middle of the night?

Oh yes,
It is happening,
Right now,
Without us even knowing,
It is still so far away from here,
But I can feel the cool breeze blowing,


The cool breeze has come a long way,
Just to find us here,
Bringing along with it the true message,
Which is something I now hold infinitely more dear.

The cool breeze,
Is our relief, our protector,
But when it reaches you in your dwelling place,
It will come as a fearful Spector.


As for us, the night is still far from over,
And there is a long way to go,
But dawn is surely on its way,
That is all we have to know.

The path of our destiny,
Has long before been determined and defined,
He has already saved us,
From the self-justified, evil plotting of your mind.


The sun is shining within your dwelling place,
And you need no candle burning,
But the sun will start setting soon,
Whilst the wheel is slowly turning,

Go on,
Fill up your golden goblets and silver plates,
With the best food and drink you can find,
indulge in your conquest, your adamant belief,
That my people will forever remain blind.

For there is a great storm coming,
Brought along by the cool breeze,
Sweeping your filth from the face of this earth,
disposing of all your decrees.


There is a great storm coming,
There is a great storm ahead,
It is a storm of which the greatness is hard to measure,
And of which nothing can yet be said!
I can see the earth quaking,
And that old wooden platform shaking,
As more and more of my people awaken,
To stand naked in shame,
To see all the lives that were taken.


Never again will they believe your lies,
Or the “morality” you tried to teach,
Forever we will live with open eyes,
Practising what we now dare to preach.

But enjoy the stampeding of my people,
Only acting on instruction,
Steering us ever deeper,
Into your cult of moral seduction,

For one day your toil shall be futile,
As the light separates itself from the dark,
Nothing will be left of your careful planning,
But an old and forgotten crimson mark.

The vision is slowly clearing,
The time is slowly nearing,
When your groans and cries,
Will just be a reminder of your lies,
Your deceitful, brutal pasts,
Enjoy the stampeding of my people,
Enjoy it whilst it lasts.


Author: grandpalampshadeblog

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One thought on “The Semitic Truth Center Cultural Arts Wing”

  1. Outfuckingstanding!
    Here’s a golden oldie for display in the cultural wing:

    “It was not part of their blood,
    It came to them very late,
    With long arrears to make good,
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    They were not easily moved,
    They were icy — willing to wait
    Till every count should be proved,
    Ere the Saxon began to hate.

    Their voices were even and low.
    Their eyes were level and straight.
    There was neither sign nor show
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    It was not preached to the crowd.
    It was not taught by the state.
    No man spoke it aloud
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    It was not suddently bred.
    It will not swiftly abate.
    Through the chilled years ahead,
    When Time shall count from the date
    That the Saxon began to hate.”
    —Rudyard Kipling

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