Today, I went into town looking to replenish my pantry when I caught a glance at an interracial couple, one negro and the other of some Nordic stock. You can see the regret woe and sadness in the man’s eyes for not marrying a Traditional Nordic woman.
This man understood with clarity, the irreparable damage he has caused to the regality and vitality of his Spiritual Race and ours! Each day, his eye catches sight of the ship which bears passage to the restoration of the Viking as it sails slowly away and disappears over the horizon.
As it departs from his actions and those like him, the tears of our ancestors flow across the Bifrost like the burnette waves of which he has been seduced. With their children, the once vibrant light of the halls of Valhalla grow more dim each day as many forsake the primordial paths which we inherited and forsook.
No solace is he to find by burying his longing face into his hands for they, like the body of his maiden, are covered in tattoos: a constant reminder of ones fallen state. Their permanence is a just penance for the thoughtless mistreatment of purity.
As they pierced their bodies, so too have they pierced the golden walls of Heaven. Try as I might, I am outpaced by the ruin and rumble. Today, the heavens weep and I shall join them.