

The Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle

By H.L. Dowless

Table Of Contents:

Libero 1 p.5

Libero 2 p.16

Libero 3 p.36

Libero 4 p.48

Libero 5 p.80

Libero 6 p. 95

Libero 7 p. 138

Libero 8 p. 143

Libero 9 p. 157

Libero 10 p. 193

Libero 11 p. 204

Libero 12 p.216

Libero 13 p. 229

Libero 14 p. 254

Libero 15 p. 271

Libero 16 p. 302

Libero 17 p. 328

Libero 18 p. 338

Libero 19 p. 361

Libero 20 p. 396

Libero 21 p. 425

Libero 22 p. 443

2012@H.L. Dowless

Rowdy Living Press

All photographs and sketches/images come from public domain

Libero 1

The Evil Of Man Angers God

Oh hear ye now, mortal men of earth, have I a tale of

glory in battle to host, and of great warrior's valor boast! No

battle on earth had ever been before that terrorized the sons

of men and laid waste to such innocence in the name of sin.

Behold thy hungry hearts for words and sharpened swords

for action! Grasp thy seats edge and place thy boots on solid

ground, lend ear my sons, and see where great valor was

found!......

The blustery coolness of the great North wind gingerly

caressed an ice enshrouded landscape. All were full of joy

and genteelness, for the world was at an overwhelming ease

in the eyes of grateful innocence. The eons of ages past had

now faded into the murky pages of history, plunging a

horrendous collection of battles beneath the waves of

obscurity.

The gentle spring of peace had now settled among men,

spreading harmony and goodwill from one unto the other. As

the ages passed and men became more prosperous, they

came to believe that wars were only fought by those who

exist in a state of complete barbarism. "Never," said they, oh

ones who swelled with such ignorance, "could the blood

encrusted sword of battle ever again slash the throats of

mankind," as the somber veil of death settled upon the

great French conqueror.

In truth, this master of evil tyranny had indeed been

delivered into the hands of death, delivering all mankind

from his vice like grasp, causing many to believe that a

natural order had forever been banished from the earth for

the duration of all eternity.

In those days new inventors, men of astounding

creativity, transformed the rigors of daily existence into

soothing ease. A single tug upon a small chain of silver

produced instantaneous lighting, transforming the

blackness of midnight into the shinning light of mid day. No

longer did men labor by the sun or rest by the moon, but

labored intensely by the monotonous hammer of the clock in

the midst of artificial illumination. Now great harvest could

be thrashed by a single individual, which a mere century ago

prior would have consumed the labor of a thousand men.

How blessed mankind indeed was, and how ignorant of the

natural order and the supernatural he became!

Behold! In those days men who suffered from hunger and

neglect were reduced into only a minute sector of society.

Never before had the sons of men bore witness to such

prosperity! Upon every table were served the finest meats

along with the sweetest wines produced. New formulas for

daily existence arose, renouncing all those established

formulas which had conquered innumerable previous

centuries and social revolutions. Truly now did mankind

thrive fairer than those of any age prior.

In those great days of new wisdom sophistication

flourished, and out of that sophistication arose a new order

of morality. Every man, woman, and child existed only for

self gratification, viewing themselves as being almighty

through their own prosperity. Thus, two classes now arose;

those who were fortunate and acquired vast amounts of

prosperity, and those who never received the required

knowledge that lead into prosperity. Now it is true that the

first class greatly outnumbered the second, and through

their own perverse lust for gold they grew to despise the

unfortunate.

Now in those days, as the stated facts gradually became

characteristics of all those who dwelt upon the earth, it was

then that the evil vapors of discontentment arose forth from

Jupitalia, that pent-angular mount of immeasurable heights,

whose constitution is that of midnight black glass, which

protrudes upward from the midst of the eternal fires toward

the lofty heights of heaven above. Behold all men, for it was

during the reign of those times that the vapors were cast

from within the belly of the earth, upon the earth's surface

only to rise and fall among the sons of men.

A somber cloud it first formed, rising into high heaven

above, then gradually descending, only to settle upon those

houses and villages of earthly beings. Those who were

compelled into productive action only by their eternal lust

for gold were most intensely affected, and many future

sorrows were destined to wreak havoc upon their general

mental stability.

During those ages past, when men labored only for self

nourishment, were women thrilled that the men were

endowed with such a successful quest for wealth. Now those

same women despised the man's absence from home, and

they grew increasingly sorrowful. When the man did chance

to return, great insults were thrown upon him concerning his

lack of attention toward the family counterparts.

As the horror continued the truly innocent gazed forward

in utter disgust. Many a child grew to despise his father's

lack of attention, and consequently grew to despise the man

himself. Many children grew to despise the mother's

criticism, so therefore they grew to despise her person

likewise. In this manner family members were torn apart,

cast into the bottomless pit of hatred for the duration of

their earthly lives.

Through the perpetual lust of gold, immorality thrived as

mankind began a great quest for pleasures of the flesh. The

baseness of man's immorality prevailed to such an extent

that it superseded even that of glorious Rome! In those days

thousands of unborn infants were murdered while still

enshrouded deep within the warmth of their mother's womb,

in the effort of whores to obscure their wretched deviations.

Many of these women were the wives of holy men,

hypocritically appearing to be holy themselves, then rising

up outside of his presence in order that they might gratify

their insatiable fleshly lusts. Many righteous men were cast

into the flaming pit of hell by the hands of ungodly women,

and all of the earthly population lay blame upon his

countenance following his earthly passing.

How terrible was mankind in those days? Worse than

those who thrived before the great flood, yea, truly worse

than those of Sodom and Gomorrah!

Behold, murders were even committed in the name of a

single piece of gold, and not a single kingdom of the old

country held the place of worship holy.

In the midst of heaven a mighty clatter arose, for the Lord

had become extremely discontent. His gloriously sparkling

eyes of radiant ruby now gradually dimmed, overflowing with

tears, shame enveloped him even in the face of his own

angels! Sorrowed he was that his own creation might

consistently disregard the ten sacred laws which were cast

in dense granite, to endure for the duration of all eternity,

that the generations might behold his holy words.

Truly as a potter would a spiteful lump of clay, he once

again wished to smash the face of all mankind into powdery

bits in order that he might recreate a new righteously

prosperous kingdom that he could truly call his own.

Great contemplation concerning the matter fell upon his

intellect, and his eyes furiously combed the surface of the

earth. When his eyes fell upon the wretched immorality of

the Old Country, he vomited in utter disgust, and he came to

dread a further quest for righteous men.

In those days the great archangel, Michael, approached,

urging him to search farther in hopes that he might find one

faithful people. Diligently he searched, and it was then that

his brilliant eyes fell upon the new land to the west.

As his glorious eyes cascaded the landscape from golden

coast to golden coast, they soon fell upon the industrial

workers of steel, who labored both day and night for the

sake of nourishment for a dear wife and small child. Toward

the South land where they fell upon the sharecropper who

labored until the black of night, then gathered about in his

holy name, blessing and praising him for his gifts. They fell

upon those great leaders of the land who declared that his

own name should lead the nation into eternal greatness.

Above all stood his eternal name, was one single nation

who gathered at his feet, that they might cast their trust

upon his bulging shoulders in every aspect of daily life.

He beheld their assent into greatness as a nation, while

the mighty resounding masses rang out thundering chimes,

gathering about to cheer his greatness.

"One God, one nation, one eternally inseparable from the

other!"

As their cheers and praises arose into the lofty heights of

heaven above, his heart became enveloped in ecstatic joy.

With every "hail" that they cheered in his holy name he

leaped upward in great excitement! No longer was he

grieved at the decay of other nations, for he had regained

his strength through the cheers of those who were to shine

in glory for the duration of all eternity.....these gentle people

who entrusted the symbol of their nation in the tender

respect of an element found in the animal kingdom...these

people who adored all in his eternal name, sending forth a

triumphant hail of praise, requesting that his eternal throne

be positioned in the heart of their glorious land of The

Golden Eagle!

It was then that the Lord God smiled graciously upon

those humble blessed people, and the Lord then resolved to

punish all the earth, allowing the Golden Eagle to rise high

into glory upon the graves and ashes of other nations.

While upon his heavenly throne of sacred diamond he

conceived the mighty plan. Now in a single duration of an

inglorious second he unlocked the terrible provisions of hell,

flinging the gate of vagabonds open, allowing those evil

spirits to advance forth upon all humanity. From his word he

could never retreat, so the ghosts of hell marched forth upon

the face of all the earth, entering into the midst of mankind,

possessing the fleshly form of multitudes!

Libero 2

Odin's Son Is Born

The sun glittered and glistened upon the verdant rolling

Austrian landscape, for the angels of Odin had driven away

all darkness from within their wintery domain in preparation

for their god king, Odin, who was to enter the earth, existing

among men in fleshly form.

Hear ye now, oh mankind! Not a single mortal man could

foresee any dangers as four midwives gazed upon a certain

crying, whining, crimson hued newborn.

Sara, with the golden hair of flaxen, would have dashed

the child into bits upon the wooden floor of that cabin if she

could have foreseen the painful death of her dear son at the

blood soaked hands of the one who was now that innocent

newborn!

The other three would have smothered the child in his

mother's arms, if they could have foreseen a single minute

glimpse of the evil vanity that this child would lead their own

children into!

Through the will of Almighty God, each was to play a part

in the evil cloud about to settle upon the Scandinavian

countryside. Behold, not a single individual could foul that

eternal plan, helplessly they were to all play a part! For the

Almighty had conceived a plan for Israel to resurrect, and

the diaspora to collectively assemble. But first, oh ye sons of

men born of womankind, in order for these events to

consummate, the Lord must purge his own so that those of

true faith might be separated from the imposters.

This newborn was no ordinary babe, and as he grew into

manhood his family came to recognize this as fact!

Odin knew that the child must grow up in the human

world, in order that he might conceive the foundation stone

for a resurrection of those mighty knights of old.

The child's father was indeed a most faithful servant of

the people, but a life as such would never foster the

construction of a vast empire, so Odin caused him to focus

in on an artistic profession in order that great creative

imagination be programmed within his intellect.

At the graceful age of seven the child was given singing

instructions, and seemingly to all he enjoyed these

instructions, though it was not the singing that he

enjoyed,but the splendor and grandeur of the church

festivities.

Through the meandering course of years, the ancient

gods had been eliminated and replaced with the great God

of holy Judea, but the honors held in festivities of that one

and true God of Gods, were still those attributed to the gods

of the ancient pagan lords of war.

Behold mankind, for the Almighty God had detected such

unholy worship, so therefore he had forever banished his

acknowledgment of those honors. Indirectly, the pagan gods

of old were still honored, and since this child was inspired by

Odin, he much delighted in his own honor!

Upon this child Odin smiled heavily, blessing him with the

intelligence of those ancient Lords of war, both in the area

of imagination and assembly concerning the reconstruction

of historical facts.

By the child's own formation of his life's ambition the

foundations of a vast empire was about to be laid. Under

guidance by the hand of Odin the child happened to fall upon

several volumes of military literature locked away deep

within his father's library collection, and it was then that the

nature of his intellect began to transform.

Now no longer was he of sole artistic inspiration alone,

but indeed he had chosen to intertwine artistic ideology

with that of military strategy, forging a building block of a

great and mighty empire!

The child's tender mind soon began to construct pictorial

representations of such a vast and mighty empire, and from

the very first moment that this vision was conceived, he

came to know that it was only a matter of execution and

procedure to transform the picture into reality!

Through diligent study of history the child of Odin

absorbed the dark secrets of his master in shinning armor.

Soon the child, now a young lad, began to visualize the

purpose in the conquests of ancient emperors and the

motivations for their war machines, his blood began to chill

with a tingle, and with Odin's whisper in his ear he came to

believe that his purpose on the earth was to liberate his

Fatherland from the clutch of those selfish nations. Though

he developed these dark conceptions, still he retained an

adoration for the arts in order that the realm of his

imagination might not develop any boundaries.

Still he wished to enter the arts as a profession, and upon

this expression to his father, his father violently rejected the

thought. As a result of this rejection, the child sabotaged his

studies in order that more time might be devoted to the

study of artistry in it's entirety. From this devotion he also

meditated subconsciously on future plans for his Fatherland,

but those plans were not to be made known unto men until

much later in his predestined career, by his choice in the

route that he had taken.

In the dark land below, abiding in massive temples built of

solid ice, and given real life by a noticeable fire burning

inside the ice itself, reveled Odin who caused a spirit to be

torn from his own body to be sent to earth in human form.

Within great scrolls wrote he, an outline for the young

lad's life, and he was delighted that all had gone well

according to the plan. Upon great sheets of pure diamond

were those words engraved, in order that they might last for

the duration of all eternity.

Hundreds of thousands and thousands of angels poured

into that land of Germania, riding forth upon chariots of wind

to be bound within all the people both great and small.

Satan, from whose loins was born Odin himself, leaped

for joy! For he had foreseen a mighty conquest over those of

chosen stock. Seeing all symbolism of purity had been

abolished from the land, lust, greed, and fornication ruled

the intellect of the earth's inhabitants. Hear me now oh evil

men of earth, only some small few still held to the great

creator's laws in respect, but Satan took particular delight

in the vision of those chosen people being forced to endure

a colossal persecution.

Through blood, greed, and mighty conquest would the

Satanical empire of those Teutonic lords of war prosper.

Pleasuredom abounded fruitfully within that realm, Teutonia,

whose people were base adherents to gluttony and sexual

perversions of every stripe, from which the spiritually wise

faithfully refrain. Periodically that King Of Darkness would

stride forth upon the earth, blowing his rancid breath into

the lungs of those who chose to abide in his leadership,

while neglecting, rejecting, and despising the righteous and

the upright in Christ, as well as the traditions unto which the

chosen are bound by holy word and custom.

Oh hear ye now! The destructive winds of war were

beginning to stir throughout the contours of the earth, oh

not a single corner was to be untouched, not an ear nor a

household mentally or spiritually unaffected.

One great and terrible war completed, had left the earth

to pause in awe and great wonderment, that war to end all

wars, that battle for the last war upon the entire earth. Now

many had sensed the wind's stirring, but had refused to

accept the fact of new war that lay silent in waiting, ready

for that unmerciful moment to pounce; Though at this

moment that war was a few years future from where this

unholy boy now stands. Even so, still the spiritual signs were

there, to fill the seekers minds and hearts!

Odin, that Nordic god of blood, fire, and war, had stirred

the descendants of his faithful into a massive reunion, only

to fail through the unshakable will of the Jews; for even the

Almighty's will to allow Odin to stir at all fell in sequence to

an awesome future climax!

Odin cursed the works, he cursed the very ground beneath

holy Jehovah's feet, brazenly announcing that he would

destroy the chosen few of all the earth.

Never once did Jehovah denounce the defaming words of

Odin, he only smiled while he absorbed the blows, saying

quietly unto himself:

"Oh, thou evil one of darkness, how I forgive thee for thy

shortsightedness."

Jehovah's hand moved above the face of the earth, and

the child of Odin now entered a new stage of his predestined

existence, for even he himself had now came to believe in

his own predestination.

Many mortals viewed the rise of war kings as a sign of

futuristic battles. Still most refused to believe that war was

even possible. So all mankind continued on, as in the days

before the great flood, to eat, drink, and to take wives, living

only for their own pleasure, forsaking the Holy of Hollies,

seeking to resolve their own end.

It was on the eve of a single bright and sunny day that the

very bowels of the earth opened up, to release an angelic

messenger whose instructions were to guard the child of

Odin, in order that he develop according to the schedule

outlined in the scroll of diamond. Subconsciously the child

was to receive those words of Odin directing him concerning

the resurrection of the old Teutonic empire designed to

endure a thousand years.

Behold, these were the words spoken unto him, telling

him of that empire of old:

"In the days of old the adherents were angels of

destruction, for their entire economy was based upon trade

and illicit seizure, in which the bounty was theirs only

through total extermination of the true and rightful owners.

Any survivor was to serve as slave to his captors. Gold,

frankincense, silver, and diamond thrived, for those

traditions were carried down from the glory days of old

Rome!" Odin and his angels abounded to the fullest extent

in those days of old, for the people of the land knew not of

Jehovah.

In those days midnight raids wrecked horror on the face of

the earth. During the course of those raids all suffered, even

the elderly gray and grizzled were slaughtered, even as they

trembled on sight of their villages' destruction. Women were

unmercifully murdered, or forced to serve as bedtime slaves

to those victorious lords of war. Newborn babes were

slaughtered at the breast that so freely offered them

nourishment. Those evil victorious individuals neither

sorrowed nor allowed their actions to weigh heavy on their

conscience, for such feelings of compassion were unworthy

of any elaborate celebration in their own land. Only the

richest of the spoils were carried home, and many such raids

were executed simultaneously.

For the duration of a thousand years twice had this

culture been bread for war. Now in the swift course of a

thousand years divided, Jehovah had set foot in their midst.

Through the Byzantine emperors traveled the good news

message and thereby, Jehovah's words were spoken to

denounce a tradition of evil embedded within an illustrious

culture.

The ten commandments violated all that the nation of

knights had stood for, even into the very principles

concerning their national prosperity. Never could they

completely abolish those values hammered into their

steadfast minds by the hardened mallet of time. Through an

abiding respect for Jehovah they had abolished the pagan

gods of the imagination, but they continued to pay Odin

respect by worshiping Jehovah with pagan festivities. The

empirical aggression and malicious murder thrived, only now

in the name of Jehovah rather than Odin.

In worshiping Jehovah they subconsciously shouted: "Long

live Odin the great!" So in this manner he lived and thrived

to govern those of his own.

Jehovah clenched his teeth in restraint towards the

pagan rituals cast in his own honor, but he devised a plan for

the reestablishment of Israel according to it's ancient

boundaries, for the end of time was drawing neigh.

In those days in which the child of Odin grew and

developed, a great self confidence through a disillusionment

concerning the failure of the first great war began

infiltrating the minds of governments existing within certain

cultures. Only one had chosen to remain neutral...to exist in

peace was their God given right.....that land of such great

prosperity through grace and respect for one's fellow

man....those so free who roam the forests and the

mountainsides......behold all men, this land of The Golden

Eagle!

Fire raged beneath the earth's surface as the demons of

hell fought to gain first hand glimpse of Odin's growing

offspring. By working through this child fire would be

brought forth upon the earths' surface to install a

government that upheld Odin's ancient attributes.

"All hail Odin, the wonderful," they all shouted, bowing,

worshiping the right hand of Satan himself! Lets give this

child of Odin an astronomical increase in his ability to lie to

the sons of men, thereby allowing him the ability to utilize

the power of mental blockage in the recollection of any

event that he desires to erase," said the demons of hell as

they gazed forward.

"Lets give him the gift of an elaborate memory, for such is

useful in the fulfillment of evil purposes," said that collective

group in chatter like fashion.

"Lets place deep inside his heart a great capacity for

hatred, so that he might erase the holy ones from the gray

face of the earth, so that in this manner the emerald green

lush of earth's surface might bedazzle our eyes again once

their feet are removed from covering it," stated Beelzebub,

that demon of hatred.

Upon those statements they all promptly agreed. Each

attribute of evil allotted sank into the mind of the child. But

of this the child himself was not to notice until a later date.

Deep inside the heart of the child was now locked away the

perversions of ancient Rome in combination with an intense

lust for murder.

Through the darkness of night, as he lay still in the

bedding of his father's house, his eyes began to gaze back

into the times of his forefathers....times of great evil....the

days of the blood culture. Silently he began to wish that the

modern world would crumble and recede into the murky

depths of time itself.

Many of his classmates taunted him on a daily basis. In

his own eyes, these classmates were not on an equal basis

with him, they lacked the spiritual guidance and

intelligence, for they were racial inbreeds. Through the

taunting jeers of his classmates, his pride began to swell,

for he stood alone to represent his nation in blood as well as

culture. In his eyes the others stood out obtrusively as

apelike monstrosities that resulted from casual inbreeding.

Day by day he began to view his situation, not as impossible

but as reversible; he must devise a system in which his own

kind would take the cover as the persecuted.

From the very day of this resolution his entire life would

be one of total devotion towards the execution of massive

destruction and the reconstruction of an ancient world long

since dead. As he stood upon a distant hillside, allowing his

eyes to absorb the ancient city of old Berlin, he envisioned

flames issuing forth from the innermost depths of the city

itself. Gradually these flames fingered through the contours

of the city itself, eradicating those individuals who were not

of pure Aryan stock. Upon the purgatories' halt, a whirlwind

issued forth from the bowels of the Waldenwood,

constructing a new city in the name of those of a new

purified blood.

A mighty city it was, of purest elaborate columns greater

than all offered up by ancient Rome or Greece. A city that

hailed the liberal arts graced underneath a sacred blanket

of entertaining air created by Wagner, and many others who

stood alone to represent those of pure Aryan race. Behold, a

vision of greatness had now been formulated....now a rule by

which to climb must be conceived.

Odin inspired his child in his life's direction on a daily

basis; through living he constructed the means by which this

achievement might be arrived at.

The angels of Odin carefully watched over the child as he

grew, even though his family possessed no knowledge of the

supernatural events to which their son played, as they

watched him play about on the floor of their cabin. Many in

the surrounding neighborhood considered him a member of

the low esteemed, but indeed through his intense hatred of

the Jews he was the greatest soldier in the name of the

promised land.

The child's will was never entirely that of his own forces,

it was drenched with inspiration from those Demonic lords

of darkness. The great creator who knows only of purity,

indirectly caused the child of Odin to blindly follow along his

predestined route, by allowing Satan to whisper evil

instructions into his wanting ear!

By the child's thirteenth year of life, the foundation for a

massive plan was taking shape; behold thou sons of earth,

now the time had come for Jehovah to allow Satan to rule.

Now insane with leaping joy, Satan inserted extremely

intense potions of hatred deep into that child's still

developing mind.

From this single insertion would stem the greatest

persecution in the history of all mankind. That as such was

of an immense necessity for the collective gathering of the

diaspora.

With the untimely death of the child's mother another

segment of the eternal plan now fell into it's proper place,

for his mother was the object of his total adoration and now

that object of his love had been laid to rest for all eternity.

Love resembles a rushing, cascading river that can never

be retained or withheld; and so his love was vented into

another object of his adoration. At heart and to merely

speak the truth, he thought very lowly of women, this soldier

of Odin, and so his love was vented into the abstract

objectivity of his blood and nation.

Still perpetually endowed with a desire for the artistry as

a profession, this youth now ventured into Vienna in order to

complete an entrance examination for a certain academy.

Within his own mind protruded forth the conception that this

examination would be simple enough, satisfaction in artistic

development caused him to take joyful pride in hoping for

the best.

Within a few days that dreaded moment of truth arrived in

the form of a single slip of paper. In it's words he saw that he

had been denied entrance...denied the right to pursue his

dream! His intellect and self confidence now shattered, he

became convinced that he was rejected because of

domination of his own country by those whose ancestors

once ruled holy Zion, those who were to emerge as the

objects of satanical inspired hatred. That demon of hatred

had now entered into his heart and soul, and the hatred

continued to swell on a daily basis.

Through the course of his daily existence on those cold

streets of cobbled stone, he came to notice the influence of

holy Jerusalem; while he gazed upon those wretched

members of the Aryan race, he came to detest the wealth

amassed by the Jewish inner circle who only distributed

freely among themselves.

The demons of Odin now commenced to speak into the

youth's ear while he viewed himself and his fellow men,

whispering these words:

"Why should all those who hold true unto the values of our

Fatherland be forced to thrive off the meager necessities of

life, while laboring by day and by night for those parasitic

imposters?"

From this single question opened a door which allowed

that demon of hatred to settle deep inside his heart. Soon

through the very influence of Satan, those ancient lords of

war would rise forth from the dust of the earth to reclaim

their own, and wreak destruction upon entire world.

It was upon this day that the sky above darkened,

appearing to possess the consistency of pitch. For the

mortals below it was merely a mighty storm of fire and rain,

but the gods were announcing an earth shattering

proclamation for all mankind! The time of blood and doom

had arrived! Fire thrashed the sky round about as the cloud

of evil darkness began to settle upon the face of the

countryside, planting seeds deep inside the minds of the

people.

At various intervals as the child passed through numerous

sectors of those whose ancestors once owned Judea, the

cloud settled heavily upon his intellect, causing him to fall

upon the ground vomiting furiously. Demons were his

company, and in the eyes of Odin, he was truly a desirable

child!

Libero 3

A Conflict In Heaven Arises

In those days the gods began to shift their faces

toward Judea for numerous reasons. Each god, be it for the

sake of evil vanity or pure righteousness, conceived diverse

plans concerning the land that lay between those ancient

boundaries. The one and true God, Jehovah, recognized this

fact, and allowed them to carry on as they wished, unitizing

them as servants to unwittingly execute his mighty world

consuming eternal plan. In the world of ghosts, Jehovah's

subordinates, those of lesser intellect, dreamed up

elaborate fantasies concerning the intentions for a conquest

over all evil.

Gerlbien, leader of the Zeppelin legion, nominated himself

as warlord in chief. Under him, some five hundred thousand

warriors marched forth upon the dry dusty plains of the

Marchepeli to meet those forces of demons and those

powerful ghosts of evil vanity.

Behind every boulder, every tree they positioned

themselves, and some rode encompassed within the very

wind itself. Some seven days and cold windswept nights

passed, then upon the distant horizon arose a massive

clatter and dust filled cloud. Then this foreign army halted,

it's leader riding forth upon an emerald stallion that whisked

him toward the first of Gerlbien's bedazzled forces at the

speed of a racing brook. A colossal flag of verdant mist was

positioned before him as he rode. Gerlbien proceeded forth

to offer an exchange of words. In a single angry spout

Gerlbien detected the true purpose in his adversary's

advance.

"So it is well known that you back Odin in his most

reviling plan for the future of earth's inhabitants. I loathe

this idea of civilization."

"My name is Noromini. I once served in second command

to Odin The Magnificent. Jehovah has allowed us to enter in,

so I presume," said he, gazing backward with a lustful grin?

"So therefore, I should presume that you ride forth against

his best wishes?"

In that instant a massive boulder burst forth from the

bowels of the earth beneath his feet, rising upward toward

high heaven, then falling to crash within the ranks of

Gerlbein. A great HURRAY arose forth from the ranks of the

two surging armies. The skies above darkened as those two

congregations of bodies met. The air rang with the cling and

clash of innumerable iron swords....combined with the dry

thud of wooden hammers smashing into the breasts of

spiritual flesh....the piercing cries of holy spirits who fell and

would have perished had they been mortal.

Gerlbein removed his sacred sandals in a single great

declaration of his refusal to give ground. Some seventeen

evil demons fell before him, but he was not to be decorated

as victor yet, even though his fight had been a gallant one

indeed. In a single awesome attempt to inspire

overwhelming spirit so necessary for a mighty conquest, he

leaped and bounded forth in the manner of a brave and

victorious conqueror. Yea, he and his followers had gone

mad with the blood of their conquest, severing the heads of

those demons who were slain from the necks of their blood

drenched bodies. Now lifting two heads high, he then raised

his face toward heaven, valiantly announcing that the holy

spirit was with him, and then the ringing clamor of battle

encompassed him.

"Behold! I am the mighty victor in which the Volume Of

Vanities speak! Let it be known that in those volumes it is

written that a great one of the feared Zeppelin Legion will

come to conquer the land of darkness and lay waste to all of

the unclean traditions within. Behold! I am he! Hear me now

as I speak, oh one's on earth of hope and prosperity," said

he as he violently shook those heads of the demons against

a crooked sky of red fire.

Behind him lay a dazed warrior who was now slowly

recovering. As he gazed forward upon Gerlbein's leather

covered back, he envisioned his own personal ride into glory.

By his own side lay a sword of silver and gold. His trembling

hand seized upon it, coming into glory in the duration of a

single fleeting moment. Victoriously in one swipe did he cast

that great lord of war into the void of eternal bliss. Indeed

had Jehovah conceived an awesome plan that was victorious

even as it now stood, and not even his own could go against

it or comprehend it!

From the floor of the golden sanded valley issued forth a

cloud of dust created by a continual burst of breezes that

passed through that low lying region. A tawny cloud now

arose, then settled within the clatter's midst; no longer

could those spirits of war see beyond the being before them,

the tide of fear increased immensely. Soon the ghostly

soldiers of Satan fought with an ever swelling viciousness

attributed to that of a raging lion. Behold all men of earth!

When that evil Tawney cloud lifted, Gerlbein 's followers lay

dead, thousands hacked into blood soaked chunks!

Noromini's followers leaped with great joy, for they had

slaughtered the army of the Zeppelin Legion, the army of

righteousness. Behold inhabitants of all the earth and

tremble where ye stand, for evil had now triumphed over

good! Noromini's followers then proceeded forth into

Macenonion, valley of the Hagalabons, that valley locked

away deep within those mountainous landscape of Hades,

hoping to forever savor the sweet morsels of their victory.

They, lords of evil and the despair of mankind, could only

see what was immediately before them, never grasping the

eternal vastness of the holy plan. So they proceeded onward,

and did according to the guidance of their own lusts,

unwittingly becomes the pawns of great Jehovah.

Throughout that valley of Macemonion rang a colossal

celebration conjured into materialization by those Satanic

lords of darkness. Every demon was invited to attend,

including their legions of long lost human souls and the Lord

Of Darkness himself.

In the heart of the valley was a great round table,

consuming some ninety acres of land, was placed before

huge masses of raging whore mongers. In that tables midst

was placed a huge platter constructed of fire and ice

combined as a single unit. Upon this platter was delightfully

positioned the red of a Congo melon which acted as a

cushion for a lovely queen of the night who lay upon it in a

most delicate fashion. Her covering was the seed of the

pomegranate, the crushed interior of strawberry and grape,

and diverse varieties of fruit gathered from the entire earth

and universe surrounding.

During this celebration, that festivity of the damned, the

gluttonous kings of the vile and wicked feasted, with that

queen as host unto a most degrading past time of those

ones of such crude nature.

On earth, many times a mortal child of thirteen leaves the

fortress of her father's home into which she was given birth.

Every value of righteousness she will cast aside, even

spitting upon mention of it in defiance, swearing never to

return into the safety of it's cloak. As the lost sheep

helplessly wonders about in the heart of the woodlands, so

proceeds this child in the bowels of the corroding city.

Gradually she is drawn into the clutches of evil by it's eye

catching attractiveness. Behold she is now drawn under as

though she were in a trance, suddenly to awaken and

discover that she is the main course of a dish to a most

unusual feast indeed!

Now under the influence of that most dangerous bush,

belladonna, that queen lady of death, she now lies

entranced, but her senses remain in full recognition of the

sport made of her.

Before her head is positioned a goblet of pure silver,

filled with very strong wines. Each spirit is instructed to

sample the fruit from her body, and if he completes the task,

then he earns the right to the wine, according to those dark

traditions. Once the wine is consumed, then the fruit

splatter is replaced, and thus this platter is rolled before the

next being. Upon the platter's positioning before the next

soul of the damned, and his completion of that task, and his

consumption of the strong drink, he then is allowed to

consume more drink with complete freedom.

In accordance to the dark tradition, the platter never

reaches the last ghost, for as the effects of the belladonna

weaken, her flesh then falls prey to those villainous guests

who now savagely abuse her until the rise of the dawning

day. When that day arrives in full shine only the dismal arms

of death await her, and her spirit is released as one among

the many; she then must attempt to enjoy her position and

company.

For weeks this joyous festivity of the damned continued,

for now the king of Valenteen envisioned a dense veil of

darkness draped by his own hand upon the face of the entire

universe. Awesome new sciences as well as those future

predictions of the crystal ball spun tales of how he and his

own would dominate the powerlessness of Holy Jehovah. The

blood of confidence coursed through his veins now pumped

forward by his immense pride, and he was now so proud of

his own.

Massive Mayday dances proceeded as that great festival

of evil continued to rage on in the valley of the damned.

Savagery and witchcraft were sport for those within as well

as those who were captive among demons. Now enveloped

by a veil of blood lust created by the consumption of strong

drink, the damned would dance to the throbbing tune of

drum beats, and the snap crackle of a huge midnight

bonfire. At any interval a dancer may cast pot fulls of

glowing cinders upon those mortal victims, stirring an air of

laughter among the ranks of their colleagues. The sudden

slash of a swift sword might sever a limb from a torso, or a

leg, then finally as the helpless victim is viciously kicked and

slapped about, her spirit then takes it seat among the

damned.

If her suffering should be among the evil mortal of earth,

then any personal acknowledgment of that has now

departed, for she is the new embodiment of evil as are her

colleagues. For the pure entertainment of the underworld

many lost sheep were collected, and their spirits released as

one of the damned. As the wheels of misfortune turned upon

mankind, many were called under by the forces of

disillusionment, and in this manner were collected those

individuals who were to play host unto a celebration of

vileness and evil on earth and in heaven above.

Libero 4

The Child Of Odin Grows

As that child of Odin began to develop both physically

and intellectually, he came to realize that the gods were

indeed gazing upon him. As the child's thoughts began to

race along the golden tract that Odin had laid before him,

Odin's smile shone ever more intense as his hopes and

dreams for earth manifested. But as the time passed, the

child confused the smile of Odin with that of the Almighty,

and his efforts were doomed to turn a new positive

reconstruction into utter catastrophe.

This conviction of mind, and the refusal to accept the

truth, became most intense when the ancient Teutonic

Empire made it's first effort to reunite. A messenger now

became this child of Odin, who raced to and fro, dodging

bombs and great misfortune that would have destroyed any

ordinary individual's courage. Always his efforts to solidify

his convictions within himself succeeded, though he never

realized that he was part unto a greater plan of the Holy

Ghost. He raced forward amid a hail of mortar, then leaped

to safety inside the troop barracks to find several "comrades

in arms" engaged in a friendly game of cards and chance. By

invitation he joined them for ale and chance, but the voice of

Odin instructed him to move to an empty area behind the

barracks.

His comrades jeered and mocked him, saying that he was

afraid of chance, but the voice of Odin held the last laugh a

mortar round exploded in their midst, leaving him as the

sole survivor. At long last he had came to feel that he could

trust this inner voice giving him instructions for his rise into

greatness.

All of those whose ancestors were adherents to ancient

pagan rituals worshiping Odin were placed in a position to

call upon him as he spoke through this child of his. In those

days, the one and true God of Israel allowed the unthinkable

to materialize, the death of wealth and prosperity in the

land of the Golden Eagle.

An empire constructed of gold was this land of the Golden

Eagle. Huge shiploads of gold were her lot, and she suddenly

increased ten fold in value. Many great men of valor and

renown traveled from the four corners of the earth,

gathering about within the walls of the new city, casting

forth their entire life's fortune in order that they might

secure their rightful place among the wealthy elite of earth.

They leaped for joy as the values of their shares rose to great

heights on a daily basis; with dreams of riches and glory

they were forced remain in this game of chance, and could

never quench their desire for more.

Many of the land's poorest cast all that they had forth into

the pot, awaking to discover that their game of chance had

transformed them into kings who now stood proud and

mighty in this Golden Empire of The Eagle.

The spirit of greed was breathed into the nostrils of

mankind by the demon, Vancore, lord of all lusts, and all of

hell rejoiced at mankind maddening in his lust for gold and

corruption. Many were wise by having set a limit, drawing

their share of wealth from the walls of the new city, but their

joy was to be short lived. Massive corruption enveloped too

many, giving daily bread to those who might otherwise

starve, were overcome by the lust for more gold as they

inhaled the dark mist of Vancore. For this reason, all

prosperity of the Eagle was based upon an Empire Of Gold.

In those days the entire earth was evil, men of wealth had

forgotten Jehovah's ancient wisdom by forgetting his

commandments, giving all honor and glory unto themselves

and their own efforts. As these men breathed in the vapors

of lust, they continued to pursue their greed in all forms. In

this the Golden Eagle stood firm as the leader of wealth

among all the nations.

As the hoards of earth continued to rage, Jehovah gazed

down upon all mankind viewing his works, resolving to

deliver a staggering blow upon him as a result of his evil lust

and greed.

Gold in a pure form is weak, and this constituted the sole

construction of the earth's foundation; so in the wink of an

eye Jehovah drew back and smote the golden pillars of the

Empires' foundation in the land of the Eagle, causing the

values of it's golden hoard to plunge, as though it were

stone and cast into the murky depths of the sea. Many kings

of the earth, men of great renown, were reduced lower than

the social dregs of the streets, in the duration of a single

moment. Many among them who had once been poor now

awoke to find themselves in much more poverty than they

had ever known. Many of those who had only known wealth

raced into the streets to seek escape through death! As a

result the system of barter and trade ceased upon the entire

earth, and the law of the tooth and fang seized a mighty

reign.

In the land of the Golden Eagle groups of lawless thugs

roamed freely throughout the countryside, pillaging,

plundering, and bringing death to many, innocent leaders of

the nation toppled from their thrones of gold, now reduced

to the value of ashes beneath their feet. The people of the

cities were now forced to return to the woodlands in an

effort to obtain their daily bread. They were to roam the

meadows as the beasts of the field, solely dependent on

Jehovah to supply their nourishment.

Rich in material resources was the land of the Golden

Eagle, and it's people wise in the skills to gather them. Deep

inside the timbers were sheltered the penniless, whose

forefathers knew not the value of coins and had passed the

sacred knowledge of survival down to sons and daughters.

In those days holy Jehovah smiled down upon the people of

the new world, he recognized them and they paid humble

respect to their provider. Those from the countryside fared

best during those days of tribulation and trial, and it is true

that not many of them even knew the difference in their

prior times of glory from the days of it's collapse. These

values of survival held true to those among the holy.

In the cities whose lights sparkled brilliantly, a vain vapor

of perverseness had begun to take a foothold. These were

those individuals who sought a false escape by leaping forth

into the long arms of death, only to find themselves in the

flaming bowels of hell! Here were those still swimming in

riches, who would pour into the streets and take great

sadistic pleasure in parading these riches past those who

had been reduced to rags, simply to watch them beg for

mere crumbs of bread. Here were men who were raised by

parents of wealth and worldly pleasures, caring only for

themselves, never passing forth the knowledge of survival;

so all the hope for the poor was to gaze into the crib of

despair on some deserted street corner.

"A few pennies for a bottle of wine," they would plea, for

they had rather die a death of starvation than a lacking of

wine for an escape from their misery? Thus constituted the

two lifestyles of all those who existed during those days of

tribulation.

The empire of gold had once extended it's bounds even to

the farthermost corners of the earth, but it's heart which lay

in the breast of the Golden Eagle, had crumbled, and very

soon the body of the empire began to die. With the sudden

extraction of gold from the earth, the enforcement of laws

could no longer be financed, and people were allowed to

roam about freely to do evil and good as they pleased. As the

tide of evil swelled, the earth soon became engulfed in

anarchy, allowing all evil to resurrect an ancient order all of

it's own.

In the days of glorious Rome, Odin, Satan's brother in

arms, thrived at an astonishing height. The influence of

darkness existed even within the holidays and customs of

the very people themselves. Most existed only for fulfillment

of the flesh and persecution of the spirit. Most through a

banishment of righteousness considered their atheistic

habits to be an embracement of wisdom, never once

understanding that by their own choice they were

unconsciously executing a massive overall plan. In the

conscious execution of another phase of the great eternal

plan, they persecuted those of chosen stock. They overthrew

the ancient land of Israel, allowing the people to spread

throughout the corners of the earth. In this manner all those

of no faith were separated from those of the faithful, for the

truth had been foretold by those prophets of old. With the

devastation of Israel, soon thereafter followed the collapse

of glorious Rome, and for two thousand years the people of

Judea were to exist without a home land. The desert had

overtaken what was once theirs! Behold! Their land was no

more!

Odin's Vision Takes Hold In His Son

In those glorious days before golden flakes fluttered

from the loft of high heaven down into the lap of the Golden

Eagle, this son of Odin was near the arms of death in grief

for his beloved mother. Still consumed by despair, he

became an aimless drifter, he moved from town to town

scratching out only tiny morsels of bread working as an

ornamental painter. He possessed no industrial talents, he

was forced to seek employment among common people. It

was during the course of those days that he became familiar

with the working class, and it was then that he came to

recognize the inconsistencies locked within the established

society.

Satan inspired the young man through his own guidance

to observe the shortcomings in his society, and by utilizing

this new found knowledge as a map, he plotted to fill

modern day inconsistencies with ancient ideology. The

young man never knew the pleasure of grace for he despised

all forms of righteousness, forever driving away the Holy

Spirit by his blasphemous tongue. The spirit of Satan thrived

within him, thus, he viewed the world through the eyes of

Satan, and he unconsciously developed into the total

embodiment of a Teutonic Paganistic past. As he labored he

poetically raved concerning the inconsistencies locked

within the former ruling family and how the shortcomings

prevail even to that very moment.

The workers who were enveloped within the daily routine

of family subsistence cared not for the failures of the past,

desiring only for prosperity and peace. In this manner they

allowed no room for an ambitious warrior's inspiration to

incite a future struggle. Most simply ignored the young

man's misunderstood ravings.

Many however, did attempt to befriend the young man,

but his mission on earth was not to create new friends. He

responded in jest by silently announcing that his fellow

workers were not worthy of their homeland, so he therefore

never allowed himself to mix with their kind. At once the

spirit of Odin recognized that men of such character would

only invite the destruction of his plan of violence through a

working man's basic view of the world; because of this the

young man was destined to be a loner.

In a short period of time his coworkers had begun to

despise him and his uninhibited ravings, and they

threatened to cast him from the loft of a five story building.

He labored for five moons, producing enough silver to earn

his daily bread for the duration of an entire year. In disgust

he left the sight of his employment, once again to enter a

life on the streets.

It was during this time that the spirit of Odin bore heavily

upon him, and as he gazed around he came to view the

racial melting pot of Vienna with a new found disgust. Many

of an Aryan ancestry had already published ludicrous

volumes and pamphlets denouncing the Viennese melting

pot culture. With each dreary word that his mind captured,

the weights of hatred bore heavily upon him, until he

reached the point of vomiting at the mere sight of the

community of Judea. Hundreds of such volumes were

consumed by the young man, and eventually the entire

motive for his very existence was governed by the flame of

furious hatred for his fellow man.

From the earliest days of his youth the young man had

considered himself to be an artist, and he ardently pursued

his career as such, but his predestination lay not within that

field. When he first stepped into the world and paved the

way for it's destruction, from the floor of his parents house

to the heights of his success, he dreamed only of entering a

distinguished school of the arts. His first submission was

ultimately rejected, the spirit of Odin again begin to weigh

heavily upon him,and because of a single Jewish board

member he swore a blood vengeance. Long afterword those

destructive inclinations lay within his heart, driving him into

the streets to ply his artistic trade at the street markets and

auctions. For five long years he ambled about aimlessly in

the dirt and moral decay of the streets. Many times he went

without food or shelter. For five long years his meager

clothing reduced to rags upon his body, and he went cold

and hungry to live among outcasts.

This was indeed the most complete education of his

lifetime, for with each passing of the icy north wind, he

transformed into a fleshly figure more closely resembling

some statue of Odin created by the tyrants of the old Roman

assembly. The ghost of Odin consumed his mind until it was

completely overtaken, destined only to produce visions of

the vile and wicked. Those individuals who refused to accept

his visions of greatness, those ones who disapproved, but

lacked the intelligence to become a monumental threat,

were envisioned as slaves to a mighty Reich! No longer was

the child of Odin as his own individual with his own

personality, for his mortal body existed merely as an abode

for Satan and his legions of demons.

He soon realized, the hope of establishing a world as

such was futile, and he subconsciously searched the

mystical wilderness of the supernatural world for direct

clues.

Enshrouded from view by a veil of clouds, the spirit of

Odin assembled the tyrants from the ages past as well as

diverse families of demons, and created a direct link with

the underworld. Upon a colossal mountain of blood ruby he

stood, poised with knotted arms hoisted upward in a hail of

awesome achievement. Three hundred thousand souls of the

damned stood below, gulping the wordy conglomeration of

his speech to the very point of intoxication.

"Hear ye oh thou departed, spirits of mortals, and demons

of the damned! Rejoice! The sacred spirit of

accomplishment is upon you! Now I shall unleash all greed,

the lusts, murderous inclinations and blasphemous imagery,

to the extent that it shall stagger all imagination mortal and

spiritual alike, upon the face of the entire earth! Never in the

entire history of human existence have the mortals payed

witnessed unto such a glorious horror festival! The seven

seas shall transform the earth into a maroon wasteland and

the leaping flames of hell shall engulf the remaining lands!

Flee hence forth upon the face of the earth, for she is now a

prized possession and yours for the taking! Flee forward

thou soldiers of Satan! Feel free to blaspheme the Holy

Spirit of the Almighty in any immoral manner that you can

imagine in your wonderfully sick and twisted minds! Go now,

and be thou quick, for the time of your great rejoicing draws

neigh!"

Upon the face of the earth a massive storm raged as the

forces of nature attempted to turn that evil villainous hoard.

Upon the dismal twelfth-striking the somber heavens above

opened and six hundred legions of Satanic soldiers marched

forward in perpetual columns extending from the

farthermost reaches of the vast outer sphere, onto the

earth's face. Marvelous arrays of light were witnessed by the

mortals upon the earth's face as the unseen forces of

righteousness attempted to reroute the evil invasion.

In the land of the dragon beasts raged forth as if

enshrouded within an unseen veil of supernaturally induced

delirium; but the mortals of earth believed it to be so as a

result of the recent barrage of earthquakes affecting the

region. Never once did they inquire as to just why those

earth quakes occurred!

In those days, to the far North, a mighty star fell from the

lofts of high heaven above, cast forward by an angry angel,

falling upon the earth with more force than any earthly

uprising, natural or man made. Many incidents occurred

upon the earth in fair warning to the inhabitants below, but

in the minds of mortal men such occurrences were

dismissed as coincidence, therefore all mortals remained

exposed to any evil which fell upon them from the heavens

or rose up upon the earth below.

While he ambled aimlessly about through the allies and

rancid streets, the son of Odin was never above accepting

leftover handouts or seeking shelter inside an abode for

social dregs and outcasts. Never could he labor consistently,

for his mind was overwhelmed by illusions of grandeur and

imagined fantasies of conquest. Like a mindless child he

ambled through the dreary tunnels and avenues shelter in

any musty ally corner, finally coming to rest beneath a star

lit heaven. It was during those days that the voice of Odin,

that same voice that delivered him from the clutches of the

terrible whistling mortar round, once again commenced to

whisper into his wanting ear.

"Go ye to become part of a huge national organization

into which ye may exercise your deepest inhibitions. Go

forward now, my son, for I will provide proper guidance. Lend

me thou ear, and always ye shall prosper!"

At the first glorious peek of the sun above a wooded

horizon, the young man attempted to peddle several painted

pictures portraying the glorious architectural mega works by

those of renown in old Rome. From there he commenced on

a grand escapade to temper his ambition and self

confidence.

Through the inside of waste cans he was to plunder for a

few daily morsels to sustain him self for the duration of the

day light hours. In this manner Odin showed him the feeling

of despair and the grinding pain of want, causing him to

develop a relation with the majority of people. A single slice

of bread, a vegetable heap from some passerby's left over

lunch, a fragment of scorched sausage....he learned what it

was like to hurt.

Then a grizzled peddler whose face was obscured by an

impressive mass of hair approached him in great delight.

"May I view your work, oh one of such youth, that I might

line your pockets with gold and fill your ears with praise?"

The young man handed forth the painted pictures, and

was praised with generous amounts of gold and precious

gems. It had been one from holy Judea who recognized the

unfortunate position of the youth! Behold, it had been a few

more who had offered up cash and had given praise to his

work; but the hand of Odin, that ugly brother of Satan, had

hardened his heart! So greedily he seized the riches offered

up by those of holy Judea, while smoldering with hatred for

the chosen people in his heart!

With riches now in hand he ventured into the heart of the

city, he soon came upon a table that resembled the lost ark

of the covenant in design. Ten families gathered about in

order that they might sing and rejoice, for today was the

date of the holy passover celebration! Melodious songs rang

vibrantly out, lowering all tension in every heart, whispering

the dear coveted virtues of brotherly love while singing as

the songs of birds throughout the verdant countryside. No,

not even nature could have produced such sweetness in the

heart and soul. Dancing flourished, for the time of great

rejoicing was at hand! The lamb and the unleavened bread

played host to the now gathering multitudes, and the blood

hued trickle of wine flowed freely to enhance that dear

sacred spirit of happiness.

Never once did these individuals so consumed with

rejoicing take heed to notice the tattered loner who entered

in among them. That rancid ghost of Odin caused a sickness

to be aroused at the sight of the celebration, and his son

then fell to his knees, vomiting violently upon the pavement.

A somber veil now obstructed total view of the surrounding

area, his heart raced as a spring colt, his mind swirled in the

darkness and dread of burning hatred. A legion of demons

were in his company, dashing to and fro deep inside his

heart, each inciting a host of reactions. He raced forward as

the wind, until exhaustion weighed heavy within his limbs,

forcing him to slow his flight. As he ambled forward he

passed an ale house, and there he desired rest and

conversation. On a lone bench he sat, and another warrior of

his same age approached him announcing:

" I am glad that my charms called you forward to join us

here in this place! How do you feel concerning the past

ruling empire?

Then as this child of Odin gave the question thought, the

foundation of a great and mighty speech commenced to

take form. Within the mind of the young man lay a

conviction that the past empirical establishment was not

one of his own blood! Imposters were they, who delighted in

drawing the wisdom and strength from the minds of great

men!

The company of the comrade in arms was greatly

impressed with the new arrival's conviction concerning the

former imperial family. The comrade's eyes twinkled with

excitement as he attempted to explain the new organization

in understandable words:

"Behold, I am the most recent member of the latest

social order, an order that will establish the right of

leadership to the sons of man who number in the majority. I

truly do feel that we are of one mind, and I would like to

invite you into our midst as part!"

Odin whispered his approval into the ear of his son, and

the young man promptly obeyed. At long last he had

discovered those ones who would truly lend an ear and took

exceeding delight in his words! Behold, from the earliest

hours of dawn throughout the duration of the entire day,

until even the close of the day at dusk, he was sure to

frequent that ale hall. In a matter of a few weeks that small

gathering of warriors were beginning to build a foundation

for a new national body and soul, in the identical manner

that a union of seed and womanhood plays concerning the

construction of the physical body.

The eyes of hell were now fully upon him, their spirits

abiding deep inside only to thrive in his mere presence. Surly

the legions of demons who had arose forth from within the

gulf separating all heaven and hell had now entered into the

physical bodies of those gathering warriors. Together they

spoke to all mankind on the same breath, now their

thoughts were on the same frequency, and they desired the

same ultimatum for all. In those days men lent ear to the

words of Satan, and all those demonic spirits that had

possessed the people of old Rome had now awoke from their

sleep, to take possession of new mortal flesh!

That illustrious Empire of gold had taken a hold on the

minds of men whilst it arose into a glorious height. It

bedazzled all those mortal sons, yea, even those who dwelt

in the land of the Golden Eagle! Men full of greed now

danced with excitement at new fortunes made from mere

dust! It was during those days that great sin and insatiable

greed flourished, that the eyes of Jehovah were upon those

mortal men who dwelt in the sacred lands that he had so

delightfully created, and his heart became sickened at the

great evil that his creation rejoiced in.

Behold all mortal men of the earth, a single raging surge

would initiate that eternal plan into manifestation! No mere

mortal regardless of his power on earth or no force in hell

below could halt the progress of Jehovah's universal plan. A

single thump of his Almighty finger crumbled those pillars of

marble that supported the Empire Of Gold! In the duration of

a single day life for all mortals on the face of the earth

transformed into a landscape that resembled that of Hades!

On the eve of the following day panic and confusion raged

among the mortals of earth. In the land of the Teutonic

warrior knights coins of solid gold now became worthless as

a pouch filled with ashes! Yea, a pocket filled with golden

coins could no longer buy even a loaf of bread! Into the

market places did men and women race to purchase their

much needed supplies before their wages became worthless

even to a greater extent that starvation was a real

possibility. Behold wheel barrels of gold filled even to the

brim were pushed by many, all to purchase a few meager

morsels! Men starved that their women and children might

subsist!

Nakedness was a common sight suffered by women and

men that their children might not freeze when the cold

North wind began to blow across the countryside. How

terrible was life now for mortal men!

Homes began to crumble for a lack of funding to manage

them. Neighbors watched helplessly while dear friends

starved. First death by starvation struck the head of the

household, then the wife, and finally the bone chilling day

arose when those dear children starved while attempting to

consume the dust and filth of the streets. Many stooped

even so low as to consume the dung of the sewers or that

from the swine pens, for no other subsistence existed now!

Now those rich kings of the golden empire were reduced to

the level of social dregs. Behold! The only difference that

existed now was only in their minds, no where else!

Humanity was devastated by desperation in that land of

Germania and elsewhere on earth, never once did they seek

trust in the Holy God of Judea, Jehovah, but sought only

some external mortal beacon to bestow salvation on their

wretched souls. In this manner the great eternal plan

conceived by the Almighty was now materializing, for the

holy words had long been spoken and all of nature acted on

the command!

Passersby began to lend ear to those ale hall speeches,

and soon the small groupings had grown into collective

gatherings consisting of some four hundred mighty roaring

men. Several speeches were delivered to the masses in that

great hall on the Platzle, by many men of renowned mind

and immense fortune.

No longer would the blackness of the present night exist

only in the normal twelve hour limitations, but the blackness

born from this moment forward would surly cast those

mortal inhabitants of earth into the seas of colossal terror!

Those giddy demons of Hades rejoiced at the

commencement of those proceedings, racing to and fro

upon the earth only to spread their heartbreak and disease

among all mortals. Now Odin's eyes shown with delight at

the accomplishments of his mortal son, so he entered into

the suit of his flesh, seizing both his mind and his soul. Now

he and the legions of hell could seize the minds of mortal

men, and conquer the holy ones for ever more.

Those daily task of most simplicity now became

overwhelming, for his mind was geared only for great

undertakings. Mortal men saw not the terror involved, for

the man who spoke into their very hearts appeared mortal

on the surface, but in reality he was a demon from the pit of

hell itself!

Underneath this cover of black night the son of Odin

would discover his true talent, and develop a massive self

confidence, transforming into a character destined for

renown, honor and glory among mortal men. Those guest

speakers were only college doctorates who viewed the world

through the eyes of other men, lacking any spiritual insight.

When they spoke they spoke only in the tones of politicians

and lecturers, with their spirit laying in complete dormancy.

Behold the spirits and demons left their words in total

disregard, their meanings were without any blessings from

above or below!

Four lecturers arose in turn to take the stand, promptly

casting all those present into the arms of boredom. Spills

only from the memorization of historical volumes rehearse

those virtues of Teutonic culture that students were forced

to learn in the halls of the gymnasium. Dozens swarmed into

the ale hall, propelled by the forces of curiosity, but the

somber cloud of boredom settled within their midst, and

they only allowed this new party one more chance.

It was then that the terrible son of Odin was given his turn

at the platform. At this very moment Satan rejoiced. The

spirit of Odin had totally consumed him along with the souls

of a thousand demons who possessed potential to arouse

every base intention known to mortal men, and behold,

some that were yet to be discovered.

As his mouth opened, he spewed forth the sweet breath of

Odin on the hearts of mortal men, appealing to their very

minds and souls! The masses now swelled into two

thousand, then three thousand, and half became intoxicated

by his words. A hail of praising shouts shook the walls of the

great hall as the interior welled with the ghost of Odin. In an

instant individuals either became instruments of Odin or

barriers to his intentions.

A great battle ensued causing blood to flow freely like

water through the walls of a crumbling dam. Another mass

of individuals poured forth into the boiling battle, for the

return of order. Only with violence were they able to restore

the peace, but an awesome cheer of approval heightened

the confidence of those soldiers of Satan.

The demon feast continued on as the spirits of evil

rejoiced in their dominion over those mortals. Deep inside

each every demon mind was then sincere hope that evil

might destroy righteousness through eliminating the chosen

ones. Immorality persisted on a massive scale among the

angels of evil, and so their earthly mortal counterparts

behaved unconsciously in accordance. Hell had triumphed in

a show of strength to the righteous above, and no mortal

below ever dreamed that those events were to foreshadow

the terror to come.

Libero 5

The Son Of Mars Rises Into Power

In the heavens fire ripped the blackened sky above, for

the Lord Of Hosts wished to display the fact that he did not

exist among his people. He roared a mighty roar of laughter

at the Empire of Evil that so delighted in such

shortsightedness and ignorance. Behold an awesome plan

had he conceived within his mind, and if the entire system of

life upon earth and the evil of the underworld were

supported upon a single domino block, only a single flick of

his wrist had started it's plunge into eternity. In ignorance

did those sons of the earth defy him, for such was his plan

that his own strength might be held in great reverence at

the climax.

His own who adored him dearly now conceived the notion

that he had departed from them, and they sneered in

mockery declaring him to be an unjust God. Such a

declaration was a detestable waste of time when one could

prove his faithfulness instead and receive the eternal

blessing! This is the manner in which many of his own

chosen failed the test and ultimately died in vain. Let it be

know that most did not conceive of the danger at the

present moment, for most were concerned with the

overwhelming task of daily existence.

Most mortals who poured forth from those territories that

the people of Odin occupied saw no street of gold to shine

ahead for them, they were forced to unquestionably accept

their fate. From this fact alone men were reduced into

subsistence, farming their food and eating traditional herbs.

As a result of this return to the land, those people from the

land of Judea suffered a terrible famine in a time of plenty.

In the southern extremity of the western world, now

resurrected from the ashes of antiquity, that infamous beast

who glorified the spirits of the old Roman order, now seized

the power of the throne. Neither a true friend or foe, though

he delighted in Odin's worship. Locked deep in his mind was

that mystical glorification of glittering columned palisades

that the old Roman empire was so known for. His secret

desire was to reestablish a belief among his people in the

gods of those old Romans. He assumed the perfect mind of

an ancient warrior who glorified barbarism. Ice cold and

extremely callous he was, and he recognized that unification

with the son of Odin would truly allow new Rome to glorify

once again in a new age of modern achievement.

In his own dark mind he decided to bind those who were

not of a true Roman blood in iron, thrashing them wildly with

leather thongs, forcing labor upon multitudes in the name of

his own glorification. Satan leaped with exploding joy, for he

now had two mediums through which to consume the

masses of humanity and unleash a terrible wrath upon

mortal men.

"The mortals of earth will bow in fear," said he,"even the

Almighty will tremble at my new found glory on the earth!"

Great streaks of lightening flashed across a darkened

sky, and the mountains themselves shook with terror at the

Satanic unleashing of forces upon the face of the earth. All

was in the hands of Satan on the day those words of

extreme evil were spoken. Behold even the wind itself

roared throughout the heavens, for Satan had struck at the

Almighty himself! Never once did the Almighty flinch, never

did he blink, for he sat smiling while enveloped in a total

relaxation.

"So now where are your followers," demanded Satan in

jest to the powers lost upon the earth by the righteous to

those sons of evil?

The Almighty smiled, then laughed loudly at Satan for his

great ignorance.

"One day the great North wind will reverse and massive

amounts of ice will I heap upon you, cooling you off only to

entomb you in mighty fetters of solid iron for all eternity. I

have declared this even before the very foundation of your

kingdom was established! Never once shall I have to lay

hands upon you, for the fact exists simply because I speak

these words. You and your followers shall bring vanity upon

yourselves out of your own ignorance!"

The knees of Satan trembled as those words rang out

through the eternal bounds of the outer void. In the distance

between the two kings the voice of the Almighty shook

innumerable stars from the comfort of their heavenly berth.

Great were his words, mighty was his strength, causing a

majority to explode into massive fragments in order that

they might encircle the earth, bringing great fear to those

sons of mortal men. Forever were they to remind man of his

evil intrusions upon the holy church. Many had reasons to

fear total devastation, for some of those fragments were so

colossal that they held magnetic fields all of their own.

Through years of orbit smaller stars would be drawn into

their grip, increasing the devastating effects of any collision.

Many of the most magnificent fragments fell into the gloomy

depths of hell itself.

Explosions more massive in destruction than any man

made or produced by nature wreaked the hills of hell,

causing immeasurable catastrophes to befall those

immortal demons who dwelt in the forested mountain

ravines. By the very command of the Almighty, Satan ceased

his blasphemous accusations instantaneously, for ten

thousands of his angels fell in awesome fear of Jehovah's

rising tempo in anger.

The very foundations of hell quaked, behold even the

columns that supported the surface beneath the feet of men

crashed and burst as his anger raged on. In this manner the

mouth of Satan and his lords of evil were closed; then Satan

devised a plan by which he might rise into greatness among

the mortals of earth.

Torrents of rain pelted the face of the earth on the day

that the reincarnated Caesar entered into this new world of

which he had learned to despise. Then he chose to form an

alliance with the son of Odin; and the forces of nature

attempted to give warning even unto all mortal men. Fire

from heaven thrashed the very skies above and the earth

quaked beneath their feet, still they perceived not of the

doom which lay ahead.

Within a sea of swirling desert sands, void of life and eyes

to bear witness, or ears to hold one's utterances at fault,

there Mars and Odin met to conceive a plan in order that

their own lusts for conquest might be quenched. In a land

where Mars was once the god king in the hearts of men,

existed a lowly blacksmith and a simple school teacher.

Through tradition they paid homage to Mars even though

they were not aware of doing so. As a result Mars seized

their hearts and minds causing them to be cast into the

thorny pit of gloom and despair. In an effort to ease this

despair, they sought relief through the effects of ale, and

they drank heartily. When fully consumed by the mystifying

effects of the drink, they fell upon the floor and in their

minds those multitudes conceived a lord of war born from

valor!

In the misty noon of the goddess Julia, upon the 28th,

shown a sun that radiated more brilliantly than any prior.

Behold it was thus upon that day that the brood of Mars was

delivered into the old Roman province of Predappio. From

the very onset of his life he wrought evil and discontent

among his cohorts, for his heart was full of violent misdeeds.

In his seventh year an innocent fell to a blade wielded by his

own hand, and he brought great sorrow upon the soul of his

mother. Twice the instructors at the school of knowledge

punished him with banishment. Twice his mother was

reduced into tears, for love existed not within the realm of

her young son's desires. From his father's hand came the cut

of the rod, and in every instance an all caring mother

soothed the pain.

The child's fleshly father was a warrior for a new

economical savior, and the child chose to follow the route of

his father, creating an outlet to vent his sadistic desires. As

a mighty beacon to evil he chose to ally himself with the

man who benefited him most, then when it became most

advantageous he would abandon his stated alliance and

befriend the one who courted the hearts of the multitudes.

Only a single individual stood as a glowing beacon to the

masses, receiving all worship and humble servitude.

Many means had he disposed of in order that he might

supply his table with nourishment, and he labored for hours

on end until the eve of the twelfth striking, many time living

behind iron bars as though he were some sort of evil wild

beast.

He posed as one whose intellect was endowed with

intellectual properties and he instructed children in the arts

of survival from the loft of the stadium instructor's seat. But

those small children, pure in heart and spirit, subconsciously

detected the spirit of Satan, and they fled from the

classroom consumed by great fear.

His heart could contain the imaginings of evil no longer,

and while consumed in fits of rages, he wreaked horror upon

the town into which he was born. The people of this town

recognized the central presence of evil and they sentenced

him to banishment for the duration of his earthly life.

Into the lands of the great sea kings he fled forth never to

return, swearing a bloody vengeance upon his fellow

countrymen. Life within the land of old was exceedingly

tedious, for he was never by nature to master even the least

complex of marketable trades; but food was a needed

commodity, and so he was forced to slave on a wealthy

estate.

With the passing of time he mastered the businessman's

trade, but the spirit of Mars bore heavily upon him, offering

him guidance until he found himself living in the midst of

social dregs, existing in the dust blanketed, long since

forgotten city alleys.

It was here among those dregs who consistently held

their hands high to the mercy of the Almighty for mere

morsels of food, that the spirit of Mars weighed heavily upon

him, and he pledged his allegiance by abandoning all belief

in the one and true Lord of Lords. Upon the printed page he

blasphemed Lord of Hosts and denied his existence,

publishing those blackened pages throughout the hosts of

the multitudes. Once again he attempted to arouse

discontentment among the masses, and then even the sea

kings cast him forth into the bleakness of the unknown for

the duration of his earthly life.

Behold mortal men, it was Mars who secretly conjured up

a reunion, for the young man went into the treacherous land

of those Teutonic knights where he hailed a mighty martyr of

the saints. He received his apprenticeship through colleges

who believed in the infallibility of the ancient order, and

thus, he crept back into the realm of his native land. As he

entered into those realms forbidden unto him by law, he was

seized up by the authorities who bound him in chains and

cast him into a dark dreary dungeon for arousing up those

violent tendencies that the masses hold silently in their

hearts. So once again he was to return into the lands of the

sea kings, and their ruling elites enforced their terms of

exile upon him as well, threatening him with death upon his

return. He then fled back into his native land, leaving behind

a wife and crying child to starve among those desperate

social dregs.

Soon, oh how very soon, came that dreary day when he

was released from the dungeon, now free to roam

throughout the land that had given him birth. Upon the

political pedestal he once again stood, promising equality

among the masses and to purge away the ruling elite

forever, and demanding death to many intellectual leaders

for the sin of pity and pacification.

In those day the imperial leader of the Teutonic empire

had contracted the the seat of Rome to do battle in the

name of the empire for the union of Austria and Hungary.

Now the dark veil of war settled upon the land, and that

Child of Mars cast himself into the midst of the combat, that

he might master the sacred art of warfare. Upon the printed

page it was written that he was a mighty Lord of War who

feared not the hand of death, and resolved to do battle even

in the face of overwhelming odds. As a result of his mad

dash into the heat of battle, and his success in doing so, the

masses came to believe that he was truly their savior

incarnate.

Those descendants of ancient Rome who had once fell to

the feet of Mars, raced forward into the land of the Teutonic

knights, and together they stood, mocking the king of the

Golden Eagle who refused them the ownership of

Yugoslavia. The demands concerning the conduct of war

were issued by the Grandmaster of the Golden Eagle. The

King of Rome was commanded to comply. It was then that

Mars devised the plan in which his son could rise into

greatness, and so his child rebelled against the

commandment.

Deep within the Roman countryside men now listened to

those words of the King of Rome, and many men arose to

wield the sword of battle in the name of an ancient order.

Young ex soldiers, officers, many men who were

unemployed, and those who held the turbulent blood of

adventure in their veins, to all of them sable shirts of wool

were their uniforms, small double edged swords were their

side arms, and banners equally distributed the spirit of

unification.

Now the rule of gold that governs the economic system of

any truly great land, was seized up by that son of Mars,

making him lord of all trades and commerce. Many

previously private organizations were now at his finger tips.

Those of the old order were forced to sell out and only new

members of the high command were allowed to trade, thus

profit margins rose nationwide, allowing the nation to arm

for holy war.

It was then that the hand of Mars led his son and his

legions into the marvelous city of Rome, that he might sit

high upon the throne of grace. It was then that all personal

freedoms were destroyed and many innocent jailed without

trial, for the liquidation of such freedoms were never

publicized.

Through the son of Mars the new order of Glorious Rome

rose into a marvelous height. The might of his son

overwhelmed all opposition in the land of Rome. Under the

cover of darkness his secret legions released a scourge of

blood dripping murder, the resistance of the masses melted

like butter in new coals. Within the midst of the fire, upon a

pedestal of brimstone the beast arose, declaring that a new

order had now been established that would rival the glory of

old Rome in it's own land.

His weight bore heavy upon the shoulders of those

mortals on earth, behold, their knees buckled both in fear

and in the face of overwhelming burden; through the entire

course of it all his people hailed this lord of vanities into an

almighty supremacy.

Libero 6

The Teutonic Knights Attack The Serbs

The dark cloud of war settled heavily upon the kingdom

of the Serbs. Oh how terribly they suffered, bled and died,

screaming for deliverance by the hand of the holy one above.

This kingdom had arose as a result of the Great war prior,

and those Serbs had boastfully declared their independence,

swelling with pride at the height of their freedom. Even

though they had been spared from the swift sword of

conquest, their peaceful internal coexistence was shattered

by internal turmoil. In an effort to appease, great personal

freedom was granted by the government in hopes of quieting

the masses as well as to develop a bond with the king of The

Golden Eagle.

It was on this fateful moment that the Teutonic Empire

surged forward in an effort to gain total power. One half of

the entire kingdom was composed of the coveted Teutonic

blood, and upon encouragement by the spirit of Odin, that

blood commenced to boil into a vaporous steam. Deep into

the heart of the kingdom the Teutonic King journeyed,

delivering grand speeches inspired by the ghost of holy Odin.

Deep inside this kingdom a system of barter was

established in which entire legions of war birds were

exchanged for simple copper and little silver bells. More and

more riches and precious stones poured into the Teutonic

war machine, and upon the call for due payment, the

Teutonic king refused to comply with his end of the bargain.

Instantly a demand for payment was proclaimed, behold that

great master of deceit delivered the sacred proclamation

from within the Serbian midst, announcing that prosperity

was forthcoming in the glory of the Third Reich. This

proclamation was repeated until a small segment of the

population cast their support for the Teutonic Empire, then

the small segment expanded until it swelled into a majority.

As those Teutonic knights created a gallant army within

the Serbian midst, the remaining lot refused their influence,

casting their runes, taking their chances with those of their

own blood who were preparing to do sacred battle. Though

the Serbian men were many in number and mighty in spirit,

they were weak in arms. How were they ever to dream of

victory in the triumphant face of a military genius? Many

great ones within their ranks had risen to contemplate the

point, but those men on the ground screamed that the fate

of death would be more to their advantage than the fate of

enslavement. So they arose with a mighty cheer, raising high

the ale horn in a victory toast as they waved the sacred

banner of war.

Strategists mighty in the wisdom of war and the ways of

that hated angel of death, infiltrated the farmers and the

tradesmen and the laborers with promises of peace,

prosperity and good will, in a effort to coax those remaining

Serbs into a peaceful acceptance of Teutonic authority. The

great effort proved in vain. In the name of the people the

great king of the Serbs arose to announce that he would

never seal the sacred document with the Teutonic high

command. But when the moment of truth came, he delayed,

in silence he sold those Serbian men over to the Teutonic

high command.

Now enraged by the heated fires of hatred, the masses

arose in a great violent protest to the support forced upon

them toward their dreaded enemies. A mighty battle for

freedom had just been fought, thousands of lives were

reduced into heaps of flesh that collapsed into a river of

blood, bathing every work of art, every piece of architecture.

Yea, upon the face of every work of architecture stood proud

the scenes of freedom for which their fathers had fallen!

Never were they to give this freedom up on the mere whim of

false promises. Behold now all was lost, far beyond the

control of the common people, for in the single stroke of the

quill the darkness of a terrible tyranny settled upon their

landscape!

Once again the kingdom heard proclamations of broken

promises delivered unto the peoples of the neighboring

kingdoms, their leaders accepting them as trustworthy and

true. Great nations governed by fools! Could they not see the

price in blood payed out by their neighbors who embraced

those lies? Only a single element born from the laboring

class remained wise to the folly of the ways of the majority.

Now a new man of power emerged from a time of prior

rule. Behold a new warrior filled with a swelling lust for

freedom! King Oetter strode forth into the master's

chambers, casting those degenerates from the seat of his

own throne of power, asserting himself into the lead

command of a mighty race of men born to battle! Now in

exile, the former government fled into the darkest recesses

of the Teutonic empire in order that they might contemplate

vengeance. The people now released a great sigh, kneeling

with grace, and thanking the Almighty for their gracious

savior in shinning armor. Together the people stood, massed

for battle in order that the soul of their heartland might not

suffer Satan's tyranny. Every warrior who supported the free

will of humanity bravely arose to offer support!

On the day of Christ's lonesome journey upon a road of

palm branches lain so evenly and properly by his disciples,

the wail of the alarm announced that death was upon them

from the heavens. The bright sky now darkened by birds of

war who delighted in the spreading of fire and terrible

destruction throughout the countryside. The common people

raced forth into the streets, neither could they advance or

retreat, and so they suffered a horrible death by fire and

brimstone! In the midst of those glowing cinders and raging

flames the Teutonic command arose, declaring unto all the

kingdom of Serbia that the moment of their death and

destruction was now upon them. Never were they to muster

a spirited attack or could they withstand a direct advance!

Serbian sons prospered in the Kingdom Of The Golden

Eagle, screaming to the great father that they would be

filled with a mighty zest for battle. Those kings and

statesmen of the Kingdom of the Golden Eagle offered great

assurance that their armies would surly march forth against

the Teutonic Knights if they continued to advance into those

kingdoms of the innocent.

Huge assaults from both land and sea heightened. The

entire earth became as a boiling cauldron of blood. Within

the Serbian capitol colossal roaring fires sought to destroy

all life and means of livelihood. Behold now ye sons of all the

earth, a great and terrible onslaught commenced by those

Teutonic legions, severing the Greeks from any hope of

offering their aide to the situation. Through city and town,

through farm and dale those murderous legions marched,

killing both young and old, male and female at will,

becoming exceedingly wealthy by riches gained from their

pillage and plunder. On the battle front those terrible black

knights moved quickly to sever any aide that could

potentially come from the Serbs within their own midst who

might endeavor to aide their fellow countrymen. A terrible

defeat was therefore assured. In a single fortnight the entire

force of the Serbian resistance lay slaughtered in heaps. All

lines of communication were severed, all rabble rouses were

rounded up and given the bloody eagle. In this manner all

motivation for the civilized world to resist was extinguished.

The king of Serbia now fled in fear for his life into the

welcoming arms of holy Judea. Those terrible Teutonic

Knights searched every inch and crevice of the Kingdom, but

their search ended in total failure.

From the grips of common men and women was wrested

all that they had ever endeavored to keep sacred in their

working lives. Behold the evil of those Knights! From the

hands of tender quivering babes who starved for the want of

nourishment was wrested even the smallest of crumbs, and

so violently quivering upon the floors of their cabins those

chalk hued small ones suffered a death of starvation. The

families were left to roam about in want of all necessities.

Upon the Serbian soil now trodden, a giant among tyrants

arose whose mission it was to lead the soldiers into

treachery. From the countryside was wrested every crop and

garden, delivering it by ship into the kingdom of the Teutonic

Knights. Workers who labored diligently deep inside the

mines and lumberyards were forced to labor endlessly for no

profit of their own or in the name of an order that they

supported. A famine in a time of plenty arose, for there was

not enough gold to acquire food even on the black market.

Behold the note of death that was issued to each and

every Teutonic Knight worth ten times it's weight in gold

bullion. Every merchant, yea, every market was forced to

serve those gluttonous warriors in a soul effort to destroy

the economy of the Serbian Kingdom.

Thousands of innocent men and women were transported

in fetters of iron, to suffer the agony of torture and death. In

the duration of a single hour a hundred would fall in the

name of freedom and prosperity; and so it was, around the

clock for the quarter of a years' passing.

From within the national seat two great resistance

movements arose to seek the dividing of their conqueror's

power. The angel of death delighted, numerous leaders of

the kingdom suddenly fell stricken by the sudden stroke of

that cold angelic hand. The iron fist of death held fast it

merciless grip.

With systematic precision the iron clad feel of conquest

circumnavigated those who were conquered, and were food

for a new venture of conquest. On the eve of every

midsummer night millions stare in horror as they envisioned

their own fates out on the streets. To where was the people

of earth headed, they all asked? Why had the free world

consistently ignored the cries of the innocents who longed

for justice served? Oh how terrible it was that a fourth of the

earth prospered while one half degenerated into a rancid

heap of smoldering ruin!

Along shattered beaten roads those innocent ambled,

trudging under the intense weight of worry and sorrow.

Many no longer valued their own lives, but chose to remain

alive only that they might offer comfort to their families who

greatly needed their company. Many, who were once as

wealthy as the sea kings themselves, now were reduced into

a degradation of tatters and a few food morsels. For the

duration of their lives they had been spared the rigors of

labor by a gathering of huge golden nuggets. In the eyes of

these once elegant individuals, the drudgery of foraging for

the satisfaction of their want for food proved way to much

for their minds to handle. In spite of the love offered up by

friends and family they cast themselves into the somber

arms of death.

Children endured their own plights, as well as that of

their parents, who all fled hysterically before the terrible

advance. Woe to these individuals as they gazed forward

into that abyss of future promises, for they beheld no light at

the end of the tunnel. These horrible images of blinding light

draped a somber veil before their eyes while simultaneously

scorching an image upon their reoccurring memory that

continued to haunt them for the duration of their earthly

lives. Amid this solitude of hopelessness the trodden

multitudes degenerated, casting away their last breath and

hope upon their saviors in golden armor, who now only

ignored their desperate pleas for help.

To the far west a world arose into a massive prosperity on

the idea of warfare in construction. Arms were mass

produced in order to supply those who violently opposed the

advance of the Teutonic legions. Those western kingdoms

despised the doctrines of arrogant aggression preached so

fiercely from the Teutonic pulpit. From far away across the

entire globe of the earth, where care and love for one's

fellow man persisted, a need for unification existed among

those divisions. From every free mouth proceeded the vow

that a single future seizure of free territory would ignite the

sacred keg of exploding warfare. Behold a new time arose in

the minds of mankind, a new time for vengeance! A new

time now for an effort toward release from the grip of

tyrants! A new release for the people of holy Israel from the

horrors of persecution.

Upon the gliding wind an angel, sweet and merciful, born

from the spirit of the very Almighty himself, blew a kiss into

the glittering October breeze, which rode like the light of

glory into every dear heart that thrived in the land of The

Golden Eagle. For in every mind that existed in the Kingdom

Of The Golden Eagle, there was a longing for a justification

and they in subconscious collectivity, eagerly desired the

swift sword of battle and the thrill of holy war.

The beast who rode upon the lost gray mount gallantly

marched forward into the elegant Grecian countryside. Each

tyrant had gathered around prior to this great intrusion, to

counterfeit a general union on Greek soil by the two black

ones. In general accordance to their systematic dominion,

their blood drenched swords slashed the bodies of many as

they stood frozen in astonishment.

It was first that evil son of Mars who made his intrusion

into the sacred motherland of peace lovers. All knowing was

he, that the Teutonic knights had raised up a breed of men

who glorified in war, therefore they thrived on the virtues

that make valiant warriors! His reining goal was made

simple to discern, readily detectable through the permeable

veil of deception. He wished to wear them down, to expose

their flesh and souls to those merciless knights from

Germania, who would then conquer and secure the land of

brotherhood. Never before had the sons of men bore witness

to such a slaughter of innocents by tyrants who lusted for

systematic conquest. Even without the advance to that

beast from Glorious Rome, entire masses lay wasted amid

the cold seizure of delivered death. Blanketed upon every

street, in the verdant hills of the countryside, every quiet

village was forever witness to the sight of innocent blood

that lay screaming into the ear of the Almighty for

vengeance.

Into the midst of heaven arose the voices of the innocent.

Every angel lent ear. Gabriel with the golden harp of

Fabrisham, that village of eternal joy, suddenly ceased in his

delight of a musical tribute to the Holy of Hollies on high. He

quickly snapped around in his seat of ivory, then raced over

to the crystal cesspool, that window of the worlds, gazing in

horror on the slaughter below.

Behold Marcella, that brilliant angelic goddess who bears

perpetually glistening hair of flowing gold, who delights in

her song with the melodious exhibition from the sacred harp

of Gabriel, now ceased in the singing of her elegant song.

She raced forward upon the streets of clear quartz lined so

gracefully with golden inlaid, until she too came to the place

of the crystal cesspool, and she took her place beside

Gabriel, consuming those wretched horrors that

materialized from below. Suddenly struck with flowing tears

she was, covering her face with the soft silk from the robe of

Gabriel. Never before had her tender eyes of sparkling

sapphire beheld such vivid projections of immorality, lust

and bloody murder. Angered that Marcella had beheld that

disgusting materialization of evil on earth below, Gabriel

now conceived the notion to publicly make it's cause known

to all thereabouts.

High upon a block of granite he now stood, a tall and

mighty mass, issuing a call for all to congregate within his

midst, that they might lend ear to his cause. High and grand

did those words of spiritual glorification ride to pierce the

hearts of men for all eternity! For it was on this very spot

that a great about face was called, and the superior army of

gallantry that resulted rode forth light and swiftly, delivering

terrible destruction to those who made glory out of evil

deeds.

"Oh ye saintly martyrs of righteousness, oh ye men of

greatness and prosperity, men and spirits of humble origin I

beseech ye to acknowledge that the horrible somber veil

exist as a direct result of a brilliant mirage of piece on earth.

Behold this deception has never once stood as fact! With

each dying fortnight those evil beasts consume more

innocents, direct more missiles of battle, and degrade more

of holy Israel's chosen children! As I speak these very words,

it is my sole wish that I might inflict scenes of disgust that

cause even those hardened by scenes of evil to run and hide

their faces!

Hear ye now, kingdoms of peace have regressed into the

bottomless pit of despair, only to consume the sludge of

ruling conquest! For the ninth year now our children have

suffered horrors beyond all imagination,yea, even worse

than those conceived in the mind of Lucifer himself! Behold

now mighty warriors, it appears that the entire globe shall

be hopelessly led into destruction, and that all or our

children shall be forever erased form within the sacred

cradle of the earth! I command ye all to arise in wholesome

plea to the one on high, behold Sir, there is a land of peace

to the far west! A gracious prosperous land whose people

never grow fain of heart, and gloriously delight in the name

of the Lord God Almighty! May the masses of you arise and

go forth into the courts of the Almighty, that he might lend

ear. Now is the time for the Eagle's launch from it's cradled

nest! Now is the time for The Grand Army Of The Golden

Eagle to march forward, undaunted by the horrors of battle,

enshrouded by the Almighty's omniscient wisdom, to ride

forth and and savor conquest, to reap a terrible vengeance

for the lost blood of holy innocents! Arise! Go forward, oh ye

spirits and men of wholesome heart, that The Grand Army Of

The Golden Eagle might be spurred into an illuminating glory

that transcends upon the gasping eyes of it's enemies with

the execution of it's invincible system of strategy!"

Suddenly Gabriel fell to his knees, commanding the very

elements beneath his feet to wreak horror upon those evil

ones from the belly of hell who rode forth among the mortals

of earth with dreams of destroying the throne of the

Almighty!

"Terror, lust, greed, murder, incest, quickly flee from the

face of these heavenly gates! It is now that the Almighty

sees fit to cause a change of situation. Your gluttonous feast

of immorality is finished! Disaster, earthquake, fire, wind,

now drive these foes far from the arms of our holy solitude!"

To the west of those heavenly gates a great wind

commenced to stir, raising a cloud of dust and debris to

such an extent that it enveloped the entire countryside in

oblivion. The tempest midst came to rest upon the place of

righteousness in a manner that all were justly spared a very

traumatic tribulation. Hoards of yellow demons quickly arose

to travel forth from the midst of the woodland. The numbers

of these masters of evil were like the sands of the sea,

beyond the ability of all mortal men to contemplate. A great

piercing hiss shattered every ear, and fire guided by the very

hand of Almighty God engulfed the mass, consuming half of

those damned souls therein. In this manner all evil was

erased from heaven above, and they were once again cast

down upon the face of the earth, and now heaven was made

forever peaceful.

The angels of heaven gazed forward in pure hypnotic

astonishment, and upon that night of Satan's defeat, vast

multitudes arose and went forth into the courts of the

Almighty God Of Hosts to announce their plea for an

elimination of earth's horrid situation. Behold a massive

palace was the seat of his court and throne, more than nine

times greater than the greatest among the mortals of earth.

Some seven mortal kingdoms were the fathoms of it's

constitution in size! A thousand feet it stood in height for all

mortal, spirits, and angels to behold and bedazzled by! A

massive ship born of emerald kryptonium transported the

masses across the pool of Jehovah's fountain, which rushed

forth crystal clear to provide everlasting life to all mortals

who would acknowledge and partake. Within the fountain's

midst, erected high of solid marble, stood an image of

Moses gingerly sprinkling water upon the life sized

representations of common mortal men. No ceiling was

constructed above the fountain and the ship glistened like a

combination of diamond and pure gold in the smooth wind

that Holy Jehovah caused to ripple the water.

For two days did they journey until they reached the

water's edge. As those masses stepped on that pool's edge

mighty monsters of unmeasured proportions now made

docile, caressed them with their eyes in greetings of

ecstatic joy, wishing those righteous a merry journey! That

temple itself stood rectangular in design, with a massive

column of pure granite positioned every third of a mile from

the other, so that the masses stood positioned in awe just

on the parameter of this structure. Never before in the

history of the great universe had such a structure been

constructed by spirit or mortal beings. Even many angels

fainted as they beheld it's grand elegance, consuming the

glitter of it's contents with their eyes until they reached that

point of ecstatic intoxication.

The ceiling above was constructed in the dome shape of

the grandest and most elegant of cathedrals, with only a few

transformations. The ceiling flattened exactly where it would

have been allowed to form a point if it had been allowed to

complete it's crest. Upon this flattened surface stood a

sculptured cross of solid shinning gold with pure emerald

inlaid. This sculpture expanded what seemed to be a

thousand kilometer in width. Never before had those dear

angels payed homage to such extensive splendor!

At various areas within the temple grew lush woodlands

with flowering meadows, teaming with leaping happy

wildlife like none no being had ever seen anywhere else!

Fruit bearing trees thrived within this heartland, offering

their gift of life to those who would partake of it. The lush

forest knew no limits, and upon their very entrance the

angels felt secure as a babe does deep in it's mother's

womb, from all harms both within and without. From every

tree, shrub, and root stemmed some edible portion that

offered life's support. The springtime aromas thickly

saturated those gentle bursts of breath that instantly

transform any uncomfortable sensation into ecstatic

relaxation! Hundreds of angels upon reaching this glorious

pasture refused to venture any farther, so desiring to abide

therein for the duration of all eternity. These individuals

were promptly placed upon transports constructed of two

saplings spanned with branches, and transported upon the

backs of others. After they had traveled a fortnight, the

Almighty took notice of the tenacity in their diligent search,

and sent three legions of winged horses to transport them

into his company.

Upon a distinct lush carpeted knoll they all stood,

contemplating their following moves, and then suddenly,

that archangel, Gabriel, gazed upwards into the heavens,

seizing the view of that gray winged chariot unit.

"Hark! What have we hear! A greeting cavalry of mounts I

behold!"

He smiled a warm smile of great joy.

"Oh how neat, oh how sweet it is that we might be offered

the pleasures of heavenly transport," replied the multitudes.

Soon those mounts had landed on that most holy of holy

landscapes, instantaneously galloping into the proper

direction on the onset of their hooves placement on that

sacred earth.

Those horse like creatures were of a very curious

countenance, for their bodies were multicolored in various

triangular patterns of blood, evening orange, midday yellow,

forest green, sky blue, indigo and violet as well. Upon their

necks draped a mane of flowing golden flax, and as a result

of their unusual coloration, when they took wing into the

heavens, they suddenly became camouflaged by the light

itself, but cast their rolling colors on the ground as far as the

eye could see! Many of those angels in their midst wondered

just as to why that was so, and promptly placed that

question before Gabriel, who answered them saying:

"Who are we to question the Lord Of Hosts and his

wisdom? He has most graciously provided for us, let us not

destroy ourselves with worry in such matters. Rejoice all,

and utilize his gracious accommodations!"

Their wings were white as silk from the land of the

dragon, and they shifted their weight to accommodate their

riders mount. During their ride their bodies were placed into

an intoxicating state of total relaxation with never a bump or

a sudden slinging shift, only a ride of smooth peace. That

ride was one of the purest pleasure, with those riders

conversing freely among themselves whilst in the midst of

the flight. Majestic expanses of the most elegant beauty

spanned beneath them. Mighty gaping canyons curiously

possessed vaporous clouds of wispy blue steam, offering the

very best of scenery to any who passed from above. Colossal

waterfalls plunged into a majestic oasis of greenery,

gingerly colliding among those gallant towers of timber

stand as a drifting mist, graciously offering sensations of

ecstasy to any gentle creature above or below. Here it was

that the spirits of mortal knew not of the restriction of

clothing nor of the worry from any nutritional lacking, only a

constant peace and love as they whiled away eternity deep

inside that holy timber stand. So it appeared that the entire

region was consumed in a gentle amusement of hide-and-

go-seek, truly they were free as small children at heart! The

hearts of men and women tumbled while consumed in an

innocent love like mortals know only during early childhood,

where gentle minds are free from corruption in a most

righteous environment. Screams of shrill laughter echoed

throughout the farthermost realm of that majestic valley,

broken only by the phrase,"you're it!"

Then the women would retouch the men.

"You're it!"

Then the men would re tap a small child.

Every day was enveloped in this elegant laughter of

children, and many mortal men spent their lives dreaming of

these times lived out by the spirits of their ancestors while

mortals fought the battles on earth.

Here all breeds of men in spirit possessed the ability to

focus their concentration to solve astonishing problems that

were greater than any among the mortals of earth had ever

dealt with or would ever deal with. Most among those spirits

of mortal men however, chose to remain free from any agony

that might arise from mental stress, and remained in the

world of the child. Mortals on earth have attempted this feat

through stimulants and sacred mushrooms only to find

death and then hell as a result. Here in the loft of high

heaven every mortal desire for joy desired was fulfilled, then

those spirits took pleasure in joys greater than any ever

found by any earth bound mortal. Should the souls of

mortals desire the challenge of complicated problems, then

he was encouraged to do so, for the only place that

limitations exist is in the mortal world of the flesh. In the

eternal world of the spirit, the angels of heaven find their

true joys and contentment.

Forever were those who chose to remain in the world of

the children to roam mysterious caverns and in the vast

catacombs of their imagination. Many of whom had existed

among those innocents below that perished, were not

content with their surroundings, so they conjured up elegant

networks of mysterious ponds, dreamed up strange

humanoids born from the masses, and the articles of those

strange men which history hath no record of. Suddenly just

as if they had leaped into the pages of some long lost

volume of forgotten lore, they appeared, roaming the lush

lands of the imagination for the duration of eternity! Many

others so desired to walk upon those multicolored streets of

the heavenly rainbow, and upon accomplishing this feat

discovered entire cities sheathed in glittering gold, with

walls that released that savory aroma of frankincense and

myrrh.

Many, even to a greater extent, desired to shrink into the

world of the minute, worlds within earthly worlds, and it was

said that they discovered unexplored heavenly systems that

established new links with the spirits of those mortals who

shook the foundations of civilization at various periods in

history.

Many of those spirits from which had passed through that

fleshly gulf by the aide of death, desired only to establish

themselves upon the very particles that those glorious

multitudes joyously traveled. It was by their prize reasoning

that by transforming themselves into this state of existence

that their knowledge would become omniscient, for the very

wind caresses every secluded landscape, seeps in even the

tiniest of openings, and so it happens on those who love

unsatisfactorily and those who are astonishing athletes! It

possesses knowledge of terrible crimes that have forever

remained unsolved; behold it views every field, every lioness,

and since it is breathed into every breast, it knows even the

most obscured thoughts of the righteous who conceal

permanently destructive guilt! Here every aspiration is

attainable, every adventure is affordable, for in this form of

recreation the Almighty delights!

Soon that winged cavalry over passed the woodlands, and

now entered into a luxuriant city whose illumination cast

forth an aura that resembled a ruby haze or thick fog, high

into the midnight sky. Celebrations of ecstatic joy and the

happy clatter of festivity rang throughout the countryside,

and the desire to celebrate the intense warmth of love that

the Almighty offered up unto them suddenly swelled deep

within each and every yearning breast.

More grand than any city constructed by mortal hands

was that city of gold. The city in itself was an exact heavenly

copy of that holy city on earth, Jerusalem. Within it's midst

arose a massive dome of glittering gold, ruby and emerald

inlaid, all of which glittered so brilliantly that the veil of

night never once fell upon the face of that most holy place.

Here dwelt those who once existed in lavish luxury upon the

earth, and had now earned their proper right to glory in

these radiant courtyards of heaven. Behold within this

brilliant dome that towered high above the entire city from

it's midst, was the most glorious seat of the Almighty

himself!

His pedestal was a massive column of crystal clear quartz

and diamond, generating a quality more dense that any

substance produced in side the boundaries of the entire

universe by any force of nature or by the hand of any being.

The column was Greek in design with simple file ridges

extending from the upper most portion of it's lofty heights,

to the swirling lace of decoration that gracefully draped it's

foot. Upon the point of the column directly beneath that

magnificent dome, the design of the column expanded into

decorate elegant swirls that caused it's appearance to

combine with the very clouds above! In the course of this

great illusion, the dome itself appeared to be suspended in

the midst of the very wind, glaring brilliantly in a manner

that stunned even the greatest of all beholders.

Listen: it was around the very base of that mighty

column, that those multitudes gathered to request the

Almighty's intrusion, in concern to the rise of great conflict

upon the face of the earth below!

Hear me now! Thousands upon thousands of thousands

swarmed beneath the structure. The clatter of conversation

arose to the very point of transforming into the rise of

thunder to the ears of all mortals on the earth below. The

tension of anger flourished, each individual inciting his

brother until the roar of thunder became increasingly tense

and more violent. Behold all, those forces of anger had now

been struck and that glorious spark now burned toward it's

explosive destination. This the archangel Gabriel

recognized, and he gallantly raced forward into the midst of

the multitude, placing a pedestal of mahogany among them,

elevating himself into an emperor's portion of power by

gazing directly into their lusting faces:

"Oh dear ones who stand before me! Have ye forgotten

the power of the one that ye seek? Have ye forgotten how he

transformed nothingness into that emerald and sapphire

sphere that we all call earth? Have ye now forgotten how he

carved the universe out with his bear hands, and how

insignificant your place is within the expanse of this massive

creation? I command ye to cease now these destructive

inclinations or suffer the fury of the Almighty's wrath!"

With these mighty words the clatter ceased, and those

great ones among them commenced to tremble violently,

casting themselves upon sacred ground as they upon

realizing their disrespect, plead for the Great Father's

forgiveness. Then Gabriel spoke again:

"Beg now for the Lord Of All to forgive your arrogance, ye

unworthy ones who exist deep inside his holy courts! Maybe,

as a result of your pleas, he will refrain from casting ye all

into the searing fires of eternal damnation!"

On the out set, as those sacred words fled the lips of

Gabriel, only to fly amid those multitudes of heaven's

courtyard, the sky of earth and heaven thickened with

darkness, and a great wind stirred throughout the

countryside. Fire zigzagged across the very darkened sky

above and throughout the realm of earth below, causing the

multitudes to cringe in fear and flee in terror, each multitude

beneath the other. Soon only Gabriel stood to endure those

bitter winds. It was then that a voice of roaring thunder and

huge torrents of falling water combined, rang throughout

the entire realm of the universe:

"Why hast evil been allowed to encroach into the

courtyards of my kingdom? Why hast ye allowed your silent

intentions to be stirred by the persistence of those forces

that bear evil intentions?"

"Oh Great Father Of The Universe," spoke the archangel

Gabriel while he gazed toward the massive dome of gold. " I

humbly come to you and bear no evil intentions."

"Then why do ye seek me? Are ye not content in this

glorious world in which I have placed you within," replied the

voice of thunder and falling torrents of water?

Yes, oh Great One, Lord God Of Holy Israel, Lord Of All

Lords! I am entirely content, and I only wish to make a

request in the name of all beings, both among the souls of

heaven and the mortals who walk upon the face of the

earth.

Behold thou Great Sir, deep in the mountains of

Gallipoland, within the temple of Augsburg, where that great

sphere of crystal sits near the window of the worlds, I have

bore witness to the sufferings and the terrible tormentations

of those mortals who walk the face of the earth, as well as

the extent of the terrible persecution of the holy. I have bore

witness to the extent of the battle's climax, the conquest of

all that is evil upon that of all good on earth. This sickens

me to the very core. I realize that ye have long since

initiated an eternal, all encompassing plan, that no spirit in

heaven nor mortal on the face of the earth can contemplate,

a wheel of events if ye may, that will gradually

circumnavigate to initiate the materialization of the great

tribulation that ye have so faithfully promised. Ye are a just

and most righteous Lord. I must confess that I have come to

believe the time has come for a change in the course of

those horrible events. Those forces of positive origin must

now separate and conquer those negative forces within.

Please hear me out, oh Holy One On High!"

His golden head sank in humble request.

"Oh good sir, please give prompt reply to my plea."

"Gabriel," replied a voice of thunder from within that

thick somber blanket of the heavens above! "Behold, I have

indeed heard your gracious plea. I had intended to allow that

terrible tribulation on the face of the earth below to

continue to consume mortal flesh for seven more years, in

order that those of earth might repent by coming to

understand that their time draws neigh. Your plea has

convinced me that the mortals of the earth, both good and

evil alike, have suffered greatly. Time has indeed arrived for

a great transformation to come upon them all. In order that

my ultimate goal might be achieved, I now declare that the

transformation will be gradual, but as I have promised, the

goal shall reach the point of it's climax."

Upon that very commencement of those spoken words,

the dispersed multitudes suddenly reappeared from

concealment deep within the distant wood stand, rejoicing

in having the privilege of bearing witness to that glorious

performance of the great archangel Gabriel. The slow pace

of the multitude soon quickened. Great ringing cheers arose

and dozen's of mortal souls hoisted Gabriel upon a king's

golden throne, sitting high upon two rails of oak, bearing

him as their burden throughout those streets of ruby,

emerald, and golden inlaid. In their midst, a glorious ringing

song paid sacred tribute to that angelic lord so

overwhelmingly admired. May the universe forever sing

these glorious words so fair!:

"Gabriel, our grand leader within

these courts and gates of old,

who has stood steadfast by all of us and the Almighty's

since the creation of earth and time untold.

Who then are we, to regret that he was our speaker,

one of whom has given our great cause new berth?

Oh this angel of heart and boundless glory,

whose elegant words spared pain and agony

to those on earth!"

From afar, within every courtyard of heaven and every

timber stand! From deep in the heart of every city mansion,

and every from every golden street, rushed those souls and

spirits together, that they might cast a glorious feast in

honor of that great transformation. To the east of the golden

dome, at the foot of those forest covered mountains that

stood so proud in the face of wind and rain, was positioned a

mighty round table of oak; behold, this table was so grand

that it was much more than any ever witnessed by the eyes

of mortal men. Some nine fathoms did it measure in

diameter. It's graceful legs were carved to represent that

most outstanding leader of the holy exodus. In it very center

was positioned a magnificent bouquet of chrysanthemums,

both crimson, snow, and sapphire in hue. So vast was the

elegance of the intoxicating flow of invisible scent in the air

about, that entire hosts of people were led to the

celebration as though by some unseen hand. From the

vineyards of Heluland flowed the richest wines ever poured,

and for some seven days the heavens played host to a joyous

celebration of evil's defeat, and the restoration of sacred

righteous reign.

In the midst of that jubilant celebration in those heavenly

courts, the All-powerful Omniscient maker of the universe

commenced to unravel a great expansive plan for the

destruction of evil's massive iron wall that the lord of

darkness had constructed across earth's once unblemished

face.

Amid the swishing gardens of multicolored daffodils

Jehovah strode for nine full days during that time of new life,

when all on earth is at it's peak of colorful luster, pleasantly

sharp winds blew their bursts of sweet breath, gaily tossing

the locks of Jehovah's snow white hair, and as a result of the

tingling sensation that the wind brought, he was caused to

relax as he ambled about. On the eave of the ninth day, he

came to small crystal pool which dipped downward like a

cup amid thick matted straw surrounding the rosy laughing

faces of those happy daffodils. Upon a carpet of lush

emerald grass he gingerly came to rest, with his most

graceful of legs crossed, and he gazed forth into the crystal

nectar water of that most natural of cesspools. In the pool's

midst a swirling light brown cloud formed, then gradually

expanded, until that most clear of nectar was no longer

clear. At the very onset of this mysterious occurrence at the

hands of the great creator, a small marble sized sapphire

sphere brilliantly beamed forth from the pools' midst. It then

grew until it was the size of a melon that was laced with

cotton puffs of white. Still the strange sphere continued to

expand, until the greenery of the surrounding vegetation in

the reflective forces of the cesspool became clearly visible.

Suddenly this was understood that this event was not merely

a fragment of play deep inside the Almighty's boundless

imagination, but now a pictorial representation of the very

earth upon which mortals exist and co exist. A veil of mist

then formed upon this representation of the secular earth,

then suddenly lifted, exposing the exact position of those

Teutonic Knights of Germania, and then the great

transformation within the Teutonic battle strategy; then the

veil was draped again. Upon it's second lifting it exposed all

forces, both good and evil alike, and it was then that a most

curious occurrence formulated into awesome reality over an

expanse of time.

Upon the surface of that pictorial representation, to the

west upon the secular mortal's earth, stood a great and

mighty eagle striding brilliantly in titanium armor plated in

pure gold. About his neck were garlands of various jewels,

and in the center he wore a silver crucifix. To the far east of

the mortal's earth, was a great and powerful dragon who

was wise in sufficient use of evil's knowledge under the act

of disguising deception. To the northern sector of the earth

stood a mighty bull, rippling with huge muscles of conquest,

and fat with the ravages of spoil seized from dying enemy

hands. Under the veil of the moons' yellow illumination the

bull silently traveled near the slightly stirred dragon, and he

inquired of the dragon:

"All of this," and he pointed in all four directions of the

earth. "All of this and that which lies within, is about to be

mine. If you will lend ear to my plan of conquest, I will see

that one third is all yours!"

The dragon then humbly accepted the offer with a slight

bow.

Upon the dawning of the following mourning mist the

dragon swam the distance of the great water, and he

entered into the kingdom of the Golden Eagle, showing his

poisonous fangs as he traveled about, until he collapsed as

though in shock, upon the earth beneath his feet. His

thoughts were very secure in the arts of deceit, and so he

attempted to swim in the direction of his homeland, so that

the Eagle might be coaxed into destruction. To the South,

the bull raged forward, trampling all of whom it came into

contact with, and the earth swelled with flowing rivers of

blood.

It was then that the great Golden Eagle gathered himself

to his feet. A massive rage overcame him, and he marched

forth toward those islands of the dragon. As he flew toward

the mainland, he alighted upon the island tributaries,

reaping a grand harvest in the flow of blood. The dragon

rushed to meet the Eagle and a raging battle ensued. Even

though the Eagle's thoughts were on the struggle, he was

still able to summon a swarm of huge ravens to attack the

bull to the north. The entire earth was consumed in flames

and fury. From the force of sheer numbers through the

liberation of the land conquered by the bull, a new perpetual

force of gallantry arose to consistently hammer the bull into

the very ground beneath his feet!

Now the entire earth was consumed in an overwhelming

jubilee, shouting HOSSANA in praise to the Almighty above.

Still the Golden Eagle remained consumed in battle, and

now time itself was running in a thin line. The dragon lashed

forth with huge brute force, never growing weary of the

battle at heart. Upon realizing the stubbornness of the

enemy and the loss of his own strength, The Golden Eagle

tired of senseless battle and attempted to out maneuver his

opponent. In a single sweep of the foot, the dragon

collapsed, it was then that the foot of the eagle collapsed

about the neck of the dragon. At this point, the only

intention was to force that dragon into surrender, but during

the process a single talent slit the dragon's throat, causing

a great quantity of blood to gush forth. That dragon still

refused to surrender, so then a second incision was

purposely created, and soon the great and terrible dragon

bled into submission.

The Almighty's heart was heavy that such as it may, was

of such an utmost necessity, but those sacred words had

been spoken. Then a great mist arose upward from within

the cesspool, settling upon the face of the earth, activating

the terrible course of perpetual events until his holy plan

would see itself completed.

Libero 7

Germania Lusts For Black Gold

Farther to the south of the Teutonic Kingdom, lay a land

that greatly prospered from masses of wealth generated by

vast fountains that spouted the syrup of black gold. More

valuable than the gold of the Tzars, it was more precious

than all the yellow gold that could be found on the entire

earth, was this endless spewing of that syrup called black

gold. Every energy vital to all trade owed itself to the

consumption of this thick liquid. Never before in the entire

history of man had he ever became so dependent upon any

syrup born from the belly of the earth. Paupers and simple

peasants had instantaneously been transformed into kings

and queens as a result of the discovery of this syrup on their

simple estates. No longer could man exist without creating

extensive burrows into the earth, in order that he might

extract this black gold.

For all of these reasons the mighty winds of war began to

rapidly stir deep within the heart of this land. Every eye was

stricken with greed; behold a single fountain could launch a

thousand horses to thunder forward into the void in search

of more! For years surrounding kingdoms had placed this

grand region upon a tall pedestal, calling it their own, and it

was from them that the people of that kingdom had

wrenched her independence, consequently with her enemies

being her neighbors, looking for a chance to rape and

pillage!

The great parliament, an honorary government of the

mighty Britons, had once spread sacred peace and harmony

among her people. Even so, peace and goodwill now fled, for

those seven wretched demons of lust and greed now stirred

about within the heart of the king and his cabinet. That total

embodiment of those seven, the beast, now arose in

complete control of his people's hearts and minds alike. In a

single stroke of his pen he abolished the parliamentary

government, now securing absolute control for himself. A

great hatred arose within the heart of this certain individual

for the children of Israel, and two persecutions began to tear

upon the very fiber of the homeland.

In the light of these internal conditions, the king of the

Teutonic Knights smiled upon the king of this fine land, and

he graciously courted it in return for a policy of general

trade and barter. Every product that fetched revenue for

which the other nations hungered and possessed a searing

thirst, were transported into the ports of the Teutonic

kingdom, filling them to overflowing with golden bounty. As

the other nations of the earth soon discovered the great

quantities, they became greatly enraged, demanding an

account in order that those exact amounts of gold

exchanged might be known. This great nation of wealth

refused, announcing that it had sole rights to trade with any

one that it chose, and upon this remark, rumors of a great

battle began to circulate.

At the fall of night mothers shuttered violently, clinging

onto their husbands. Children wept in great fear at the

possibility of losing their fathers, thus the entire land was

consumed by a tense atmosphere. Many hours of sleep were

lost due to the worry and the shedding of tears, and they

sought comfort within the walls of their grand temples. As

the golden sun fell behind the wooded horizon of the

countryside, the men prudently parked all precious family

belongings within their cherished family wagons, and a sick

fear and dread of battle's approach filled the land.

With the onset of the mist enveloped morning, the

children of the land made hasty exit from within the cradle

of their homeland. Too many neither held the gold nor the

stores necessary to complete the exit, and so they suffered

starvation before crossing the western boarder. Many a

strong and mighty man, all knowledgeable in the ways of the

earth and nature, collapsed in the wake of exhaustion and of

disease, destined to never see his homeland redeemed.

Children perished due to the horrors of open travel, and the

elderly all weak and weary of life, only fell to the sword of

the invaders.

During this time the voice of Odin began again to speak

into the ear of the Teutonic King, announcing that the time

had come for a mighty invasion into that frozen land of the

Russ. In order to secure the success of the operation, great

stock piles of dried meat were needed for that armies'

nourishment. Food, water, as well as the men themselves,

were wrested from the grips of their families to serve in the

legions, only leaving those women and small children to

starve amid the alleys and crime infested streets about.

Indeed the great Teutonic mouth had consumed these once

gracious people both heart, body, mind and soul. How

horrible was their bitter end!

Libero 8

The Teutonic Knights Murder Thousands

In the Kingdom of Germania where the children of the

old Teutonic Knights labored and prospered, an aged king

lay in the utmost of vulnerable positions, urging the masses

to rise again that they might retain their former greatness.

Leaders of the new lot were collected from the lowest of the

common lot, each one chosen by Odin's word of approval

through divination. Many were desperate men who sought

their own success in the new rising order. The laboring class

who was once ruled by the iron fist of aristocracy, now

gradually eradicated their enemies like a huge fist slowly

tightening it's grip. Many of these men were plagued by the

grips of perverse inhibitions, and they were viewed upon as

mentally incompetent by those who came into personal

contact with them.

Even during the constructing of the earth's foundation

these individuals were predestined to rule, for it was written

from within the new order that they should vent their

perverse inhibitions and rise into greatness. Now his legions

had fully gained a stronghold on the countryside, and the

ranks of his warriors commenced to swell.

Mass rallies were held in which his chief designer had

conceived those images that inspire awe and jolting

admiration. Deep within his heart the hand of Satan directed

his inner thoughts. Within these rallies were magnificent

banners displaying that revolting symbol of the movement,

raging torches illuminated their imaginations into glory. In

the grand coliseum of ancient Rome were these rallies held,

containing awesome rows of mighty warriors extending for

great distances; and upon a pedestal before the greatest

assemblage of evil hearts ever to congregate in the entire

history of men, stood proudly and arrogantly the evil king of

darkness himself. No longer was he a child, no longer was

he a mere mortal, but was lord of warriors, Odin in flesh

incarnate!

As he spoke spewing forth his words upon the great north

wind, allowing them to settle among the rows of warriors,

they inhaled deeply, then those words fell upon their very

souls and became firmly embedded within. His words were

as sweet as morning dew to the ears, thus their minds

transformed into a gross suppleness identical to that of wet

Rhine clay, and that evil king molded their tender minds into

perfect black angels of the twelfth striking.

Masters of murder were they, and this king of evil poured

a doctrine of perverse darkness upon the face of the land.

And upon that most dreadful of days, when his hold was

steadfast on the throats of his people, he declared that his

grip shall endure ten thousand years, and from that day

forward, a thick veil separated that kingdom of those

Teutonic Knights from the sanctity of high heaven above.

It was then that Odin arose upon his once stilled feet,

born fresh from the deep slumber cast upon him by Jehovah,

and he readied a master for vengeance. In the kingdom of

the Teutonic Knights, from the very onset of a child's birth

they were constantly drilled in pagan doctrine. Oh those

dear children who were born into innocence, so naturally full

of love, were taught to ignore the emotion of love for one's

fellow men. They were taught that pity was shameful and a

curse upon the nation, and would never be tolerated under

any circumstances. Morality regarding the sanctity of

marriage and the home was abolished from the limits of the

kingdom, and many a young virgin was sold into prostitution

as a broodmare for new races of pagans. Intellectuality was

ripped from the minds of the youth through a constant focus

on the virtues of athletics, always leading into absolute

soldiery. The sacred name of Jehovah was blasphemed and

stricken from every written manuscript. No longer was the

church allowed to demonstrate the ability for compassion.

Under this new order only those who were chosen as special

and cherished by Jehovah could ever be so weak, they said.

Any person suspected of opposing the doctrine was erased

from his earthly existence under the sable cloak of the new

order. In the schools and universities obscured police

roamed the halls and campus grounds to assure faithfulness

to the king of evil.

Even so, while the secular world denied all existence of

the supernatural, those faithful children of Judea remained

strong in their knowledge and beliefs, perpetually bound

with the holy world. It was among these innocent that Odin

The Terrible rose up and struck them a blow more

devastating than any ever dealt out in the history of man.

The area of trade now dominated by the military cast the

children of Judea out into the cold streets, so that they

might become objects of scorn and hatred. But those

children of Judea were wise in the Almighty's guidance, and

they split their cash among themselves, being careful to

retain nourishment as well as their financial stability. Blame

for all evil was cast upon them, and this base conviction was

hailed by the masses. Tens of thousands stood to swear to

tear their scattered pockets into blood drenched shreds.

That child of Odin magnified those ideas, and he sought to

plant those terrible vanities and visions of hatred deep

within their very hearts and souls.

"The children of Zion exist deep within the natural body,

eradicating all wealth from within, hoarding it among their

own kind, starving and conquering from within."

With these words pouring forth from their lips, and the

hand of Odin guiding their minds, their hailed their leader as

their Messiah, and swore their allegiance until death did

cause them to part. An entire land now sworn to battle,

announced boastfully of their power, but many rode with

them who were obscured from the view of all mortal men.

Within the land of the Russ, in the midst of the great

Siberian desert, a colossal mountain of stone fell from the

outer void of high heaven above, smashing violently into the

earth below, causing the earth to quake for hundreds of

leagues around. From deep within the midst of the pit

created by the collision of that mountain of stone, poured

forth from within the perpetual fiery furnace a furious army

of demons, more terrible than any ever witnessed by all of

heaven or earth. Every evil imagining, and every immoral

lust, was embodied within them as they rode forward with

the King of Darkness as their high command. Innumerable

bodies of these unseen enemies of peace poured forth from

within the gaping cavern, marching into the hearts of those

Teutonic pagans, mixing with them in joyous celebration.

Truly now did Satan rule in unshakable sovereign! An

impregnable veil of darkness now rose up, obscuring the

earth from the face of that most glorious of lights above!

Into the souls who stood in the grandiose Colosseum, did

that most dreadful son of Odin breath his honey sweet words

of death. From the fiery pit of hell was conceived a plan to

construct a hell on the face of the earth in which to enslave

the mortal enemies of his empire; a mighty attempt by

Satan to smite the face of the Almighty.

Within each degrading pier of death various

tormentations were delivered upon those innocent children

of Judea. Babes, fragile and innocent, were ripped from the

arms of their mothers who wailed in anguish at the loss of

their dear ones. Never even the slightest sensation of

sorrow even flickered upon the hearts of those warriors who

battled in Satan's service, for their hearts had long since

turned into that of solid stone by words delivered from the

mouth of Odin's ghastly child, who had now been hailed a

god king in complete domination of an entire race of men.

In direct accordance to the command of Odin, were those

babes roasted alive in cauldrons specially designed for use

as such. For the man, as long as he could labor enduring

inhuman working conditions, his dreadful life was spared.

Behold a single sign of sickness, one single exhaustive

collapse, and that individual was then forced to separate

from healthy men. In those days mighty machines of

transport were constructed, and a massive iron serpent

raced forth at awesome speeds. Hundreds of thousands

were herded into great wheeled boxes that connected in

links, completing the serpents' body. The great serpent

rejoiced as it received it's final victim, and great puffs of fire

belched forth into the air as it strained to complete that

dark track into the underworld.

Those ungodly tormentors, who now were fully

intoxicated with their lust for murder, smiled in order that

they might intimidate the innocent who were sealed up

within. Many hours passed, and those who were told that

they were to travel in order that they might prosper

somehow subconsciously felt otherwise. Soon the serpent

came to a screeching halt, then the conductor of the death

train leaped forth aloud into the air before opening the doors

of those innocent, screaming:

"Move it! Move it! Women and children stand before the

commander to the left, and men before the commander to

the right!"

And it was then that the women commenced to wail,

begging for mercy in the name of all that is holy, that they

might be allowed to remain company unto their children.

"No, we have facilities that will oversee your children and

allow them to remain in the best of care," they sneered!

In this manner three lines were formed, and the wives

were separated from the men, and the children from their

parents, and all done in the dark name of lies and a greater

kingdom! On each trembling arm was inscribed the number

of the beast himself. Each individual possessed a varied

numeral and each number was carefully recorded in order

that all personal identity might be erased. Never before in

the course of man's history had such atrocities been allowed

to manifest, but those events were beyond any mortal's

control, for the word had been spoken from the sacred

throne of high heaven above.

Into showers of death were the masses of women and

children herded, herded into the fiery furnaces by lies

leading them to believe that it was beneficial to their

personal health. Once the showers had fallen all hope of

survival was in vein, and all others awaited their turn in the

enduring light of an overwhelming lie. Around the clock,

hour by dreary hour, endless lines entered within, and then

their steaming corpses were heaped inside massive kilns

which reduced thundering hordes of humanity into mere

smoldering ashes.

The beast then attempted to benefit his own blood by

subjecting the children to vein experiments. Many were the

times that sadistic surgeons of Satan severed a liver, or even

a brain, for a senseless purpose. To the surgeon's somber

delight, the child wound up being delivered into the midst of

those leaping flames. Piercing wails of infants in great pain

rang throughout that horrible encampment of death and

destruction. From among those wailing masses of cries

many a mother came to recognize a call for her nurturing

care as being that of her own flesh, and she could only stand

about helplessly, drowning in the warmth of her own tears.

Never before in the history of men had Satan ever been

allowed to deliver such a devastating blow to the face of

mankind!

Woe unto any mother who held to the bed about to give

birth to an innocent child, for their were many midwives who

in reality were goddesses of death, masquerading as helpful

servants, and then right before the helpless mother's eyes

the child was cast into the raging flames of death. Though

the cries of the mother persisted as a result, the angel of

death had no pity at her anguish, only saying:

"Death be unto you, oh children of Israel!"

The wives of men marched into their trials and sufferings

and tormentations through degradation! Husbands were

forced to watch as their helpless wives were forced to fall

down before canine and cow. Those soldiers of Satan

rejoiced at their degradation, and allowed their king to

create a festive atmosphere around the general

proceedings. Hosts of warriors stood on guard while

multitudes of others became induced by the spirit of wine,

viewing the suffering of mankind in the name of

entertainment.

The face of the Almighty turned from his people, for even

though they had not sinned against him, he could never

wholeheartedly view their ghastly sufferings. The word was

his, and those pleas from humanity were great, but it all was

as it must be, and he could never turn from his own word.

Behold he knows the secret of death, and we mortal must

fear not and only trust in him! Many thousands of souls were

delivered into the gates of heaven in the duration of a single

day, and in his name did they suffer death.

Many among them transgressed upon their own kind,

choosing to embrace those soldiers of Satan in hopes that

they might be allowed just another day of life upon this

earth. The soldiers of Satan smiled, assuring those

transgressors that they would receive the fullest luxuries,

then placed them behind those crossbows of thunder and

fire, in order that they might strike their own from the sands

of the earth. Many chose to run the kilns, and they would

work for some seven suns before collapsing among the dead

from sheer exhaustion.

Many a mother fell atop her dear children, begging that

the ones in charge might spare her as few precious

moments of life, but the child's cry caused her to be

delivered up into the flames, for want of just a few morsels

of meat.

Dense smoke billowed up from within the belly of the kiln.

Mighty columns arose into high heaven above to form

clouds, then settled upon the hosts of condemned

innocents, covering the earth and them with that sweet

scent of ash and burning flesh. It was then that they

accepted their fate, but they were much too late to aide the

cause of escape, for the ground had already opened up and

swallowed the condemned by the thousands.

In the course of the massive persecution many fled

forward into the land of the Britons, and a mighty host of

multitudes poured into the kingdom of The Golden Eagle. It

was in the midst of this persecution that a certain young

man fled into the Kingdom of The Golden Eagle, whose

leaders awaited him with outstretched arms, and it was

there that he was destined to rise into greatness.

Libero 9

The Great And Wise Deliverer Appears

Within Almighty Jehovah's eternal plan, he had

prepared a chosen individual to deliver the earth from that

constant ever tightening grip of the iron fist founded in the

blazing furnace of hell. Intelligence comparable to the great

King Solomon was bestowed upon him by the grace of God

Almighty, and he was declared to be the born deliver of his

blessed people.

Now it came to pass that many great minds were driven

from the land as those terrible Teutonic Knights continued

to persecute relentlessly without justification. Enormous

multitudes were penned inside fences of aura like blue

flame, in order that they might be rendered helpless. Under

the horrors of torture produced in dreaded chambers

horrendously designed to release blood, the children of Holy

Israel fell down upon the earth, crying tears of mercy up

towards the Lord Of Lords:

"Oh great Father in heaven, surly hell had been

established in our midst. What evil vanities have been

conceived in our hearts, that we should suffer such a terrible

treatment?"

Six thousand souls rose up into the midst of heaven on a

daily basis as that death machine continued to generate

destruction. Never in the course of all human history had

men bore witness to such an inglorious destruction of a

single collective congregation. Not even the Romans in the

days of old, who glorified destruction and war, ever

conceived a doctrinaire by which to render death upon an

entire body of people to such a terrible degree. Only those

terrible Teutonic Knights ever dreamed of slaying entire

villages of innocents among the conquered. Though many

catastrophe had been wreaked upon innocents in the ages

past, none were ever so horrible as that wreaked by the

Teutonic knights upon the children of Holy Israel in the

name of Satan himself.

In the seat of high heaven above, the Lord God Of Israel

shed tears as his chosen people suffered and perished in

multitudes. Never could he go back on an already spoken

word, but he swore a terrible vengeance in the near future,

promising his people that their pain and suffering would

never endure eternity.

Many angels could not bear the sight of indignation not

longer, and rushed forth to save the children of Israel, but

were snatched back by the hand of God, who coaxed them

back into his arms through a use if his own explanation of

the great eternal plan. Eagerly they lent ear, humbled in

respect for they were overjoyed as the plan for final

conquest was spread before them. At that glorious second

all nature was enshrouded in a misty veil of ecstatic joy, but

the realization of the moment was again beheld,

transforming all joy back into sorrow.

It was then that the child of Odin rose himself to the

pedestal of holy worship as a subject of idolatry, and

demanded that the entire kingdom fall at his feet or suffer

death. Systems of individualization that had taken centuries

of collectively formulate were demolished in a few months

passing, and replaced with a system that glorified eternal

combat, brutality and destruction. In accordance to the

traditions of their Teutonic past, they were told to worship

wood, fire, and blood, and to glorify death. If they complied,

then they were told that the entire world was their destiny,

for Jewish ideology had perverted their domination in the

natural control by the mighty over the meek. Through these

eyes they saw themselves as gods, chosen ones to dominate

the earth. In a fortress of stone the beast and his

subordinates met through Satanic inspiration, to draw up a

terrible plan to wreak destruction upon the face of the earth,

producing a foul glut of slain flesh.

There they met within those walls of stone, and upon

scrolls of velum wrote he these words, words of terror, words

entertained by the souls of the lost:

"From time immortal we existed as the total embodiment

of all supreme culture wisdom and culture, predestined to

raise a great kingdom, a master race! In the new kingdom

all expressions of creativity are to be reinstated and

nurtured, as well as expanded upon, just as long as they give

glory to the new kingdom and it new king! At the same time,

as we expand our boarders and reclaim territories that are

rightfully ours to be reclaimed, we are reestablishing those

ancient territories of the Teutonic Kings, and our supreme

race!"

To the southwest of Odin's land lay a land enveloped by

immense natural beauty and grace. A land where pilgrims

still flourish in those old traditions still untarnished by the

passing of time. At one time during the most darkest

recesses of man's history these men were mighty warriors,

children of Teutonic Knights who have dropped their warrior

traditions, but graciously cling to their village customs.

Artistic traditions once flourished within their boundaries,

but such traditions were devoured by conquering peoples.

It was then that the hand of Odin played upon those

feelings of animosity, and he led many to believe that their

conquerors were allowed to invade their land by those of

their own blood from within; and he cast his eyes upon this

peaceful territory with visions of war raging inside his heart.

Many leaders of the nation within lent ear to the sweet

whispers of Odin's courtship, and they developed symptoms

of sympathy for the words that the Teutonic King spoke into

the heart of their dormant blood. Soon the ranks of those

who were sympathetic swelled and they commenced to

march forth upon those who did not adhere, crushing them

like ants upon the cobblestone streets. Buildings crumbled

and places of labor were seized upon as the leaders

declared themselves to be king of the entire countryside!

Then, at the same time, they turned their eyes upon the

children of Holy Israel.

Great iron birds of war delivered total destruction as their

eggs splattered fire and death across the land scape. Troops

of villains and vagabonds who were subordinate to the

unholy child of Odin, marched forth undaunted into the

surrounding countryside, plundering and murdering at will.

Soon those bloodthirsty elements of Teutonic ideology

began to be established among those once peaceful people.

It was then that the King of the Teutonic Knights

approached the leaders of this once peaceful people

demanding unconditional surrender. The leader, who was a

lover of goodwill and peace, agreed to surrender only if his

people would be allowed to remain independent from the

Teutonic Empire. The son of Odin agreed, offering his very

word as a sign of peace, for he saw great gain in doing so.

Foolishly, those men who had commanded the iron birds

of war and had been captured, were now released.

Thousands of warriors doing battle for the Teutonic Empire

suddenly appeared from within their hideaways. They

swarmed across the countryside like infuriated hornets from

a hive, overwhelming their fellow men out of sheer

numbers. Self propelled wagons of war appeared in the field

from obscurity, delivering death to any who did not support

those Teutonic lords of war. Great factions suddenly

appeared announcing their support of the Teutonic King.

Many innocents were arrested, being sentenced to a terrible

death of neglect in order that a midnight rein of terror might

be established. Soon the Teutonic army rose up swinging

mighty swords of war, many of their former enemies rising

up to pledge their hearts and souls in service. In this manner

the two kingdoms were wed, the people forced to feed upon

their inglorious past.

A time of great rejoicing suddenly fell upon the lord of the

Teutonic Knights, for his plan was on time. Now he became

invincible in his own mind and those of his people forever.

He leaped for joy as the news of his conquest fell into the

chambers of his embattled walls. Truly the sons of men had

never witnessed such tyranny!

It was then that the Dragon breathed a breath of

awesome fire and falling brimstone. Within the boundaries

of this land, governed by a tradition in spiritual appreciation,

a terrible beast plotted to combine forces and raise the

pillars of Rome into a magnificent height. The smoldering

fires of ancient tradition now burned with a new dominion,

instantaneously this kingdom no longer saw a hopeless

somber veil at the end of a long tunnel, but a glorious light

that was theirs to be had through persistence.

Many elders in the kingdom of the Dragon came to

believe that the great loss of gold was due to it's stray from

it's time honored values, which for hundreds of years had

welded them into a kingdom solid as the iron of the Danes!

Many of their own cast their eyes toward the great north

sea, longing for those days of old when they had traveled

afar to battle those demons and monsters abroad.

In the glory of days long since passed, when Odin awoke

to move upon the land, his angels began a search both far

and wide for one worthy of leadership in this most ancient of

kingdoms. There, in a simple chamber of bamboo, was born

a gentle babe. In a field of saturated rice he grew to toil, and

arose into a mighty stature. It was then that the spirit of

Odin weighed heavily upon his heart, and he desired to

discover more about this enchanted land in the far north.

Over thousands of volumes long since forgotten by the sons

of men, he was to toil for hours untold. There upon those

pages, the battles of Glorious Rome were fought in the

vision of his mind just as clear as if they had ceased the day

before. The clatter of the bronze chariot, the thunder of

mighty hooves by the thousand, the ringing clash of iron

swords, the wails and screams of fallen soldiers, the curses

and screams of commandants blaring orders and delivering

tongue lashes to non productive soldiers; all of this arose

forth from deep within the dust of antiquity, forever haunting

and casting their evil eyes upon him, demanding that he

search for more. Soon those crumbled pillars of Glorious

Rome stood again forever towering, now mighty, rising

above the heads of multitudes. Caesar The Great, emerged

forth from the grips of his tomb, to deliver his speeches from

among those pillars of Athenian marble forth into the hailing

multitudes. On still farther towards the north, those Teutonic

Knights battled both for land, honor, and the glory of

combat, then rode forth still farther, in order that they might

spur his intellect into a further quest for more knowledge.

Behold as he became further immersed in his studies, he

came to realize the causes which had shaped those great

and mighty empires. He came to realize the stimulus that

had excited their creators, and then he foreseen a great

deliverance for his people.

It came to pass that among his own people he then

promised to restore the glorious gold and precious gems so

adored and lavishly acquired by the ancients of old. Mighty

temples then arose in the name of their patron saint,

Buddha.

At the outset, he arose only to address minute

gatherings, gatherings in the name of prosperity of their

kingdom. Soon those meager gatherings slowly expanded

with a heightened interest in words of ancient pride and

glory lost! Soon the mortals of the earth trembled as those

mere gatherings swelled into multitudes, and the multitudes

swelled into thundering masses who hailed this simple man

of the Dragon as their glorious King! With every utterance,

every spoken word, rose up a hail of thundering admiration.

Soon the masses overjoyed at his gloating concerning his

great plans for conquest and prosperity. The masses then

raced forward and seized this new king up, placing him upon

a pedestal, then bowed low before him, declaring him to be

their holy god king incarnate.

The thunder of holy heaven rolled violently for Almighty

God was wrought with great anger. Though his plan was

constant, for such was his nature, he raged at the sheer

number won over by the forces of Satan.

Thousands and thousands and hundreds of thousands

bowed low, singing hymns of greatness in the ear of Satan.

Immorality and the abolishment of righteousness rode high

upon their shoulders, and they gave into their insatiable

greed with a plan for mighty global conquest. Now one third

of all mankind vowed to resurrect the glorious splendor of

old Rome, to recapture both their material wealth and the

souls of their people.

It was on a dreary twelfth striking, when Taurus The Bull

stood proudly about gloating in evil intoxication, that the

spirits of Odin and Mars led the beasts toward each other.

Behind those ancient embattlements they gathered about

while Mars angrily cast his banner high through the

midnight sky. Flames of illuminating sapphire ripped that

somber veil of darkness and the demonic ghosts of hell rode

forth upon the wind, gathering about around the base of a

massive marble columnade.

From glittering wagons those evil kings stepped forward,

each silently scheming on plans to give himself absolute

control, but on the surface each was full with goodwill and

cheer. Around a glorious table of oak those evil three sat

round about, resolving to remain faithful unto each other,

even to the bitter end.

Above their heads arose a cloud of smoke, from within the

angels of heaven were watching, collecting news to spread

among the righteous. As those words of death and

destruction were poured upon that table of oak, the angels

grieved with despair, never could they fathom that the

Almighty's creation cast even in his own image, could

conceive of such a great destructive plan for the rule of evil

among the men of earth.

So they rode forth into that glowing throne of Almighty

God, pleading with him that he might now destroy mankind.

Upon this plea they received not an answer, and were told to

deliver themselves from within his Holy presence. In a

violent rage he declared that his plan would be executed

according to his own schedule, regardless of all the evils

that the hearts of mankind could ever conceive. It was then

that those three lords of death and destruction, moved

forward upon the face of the earth to wreak horror upon all

man kind, snatching away all peace, prosperity, love for

one's neighbor, and goodwill. Woe unto all the inhabitants of

earth, for no horrors were ever worse!

In the holy month of the queen goddess, Martius, the

descendants of those barbarous people, the Slaves, were

once again invaded. In those days the Slovakian kingdom

had an enlightening environment of a newly acquired

freedom granted unto them by the Kingdom Of The Golden

Eagle. A mighty man who once ruled as their king, had now

fallen into the grave, causing his now leaderless people to

rise up in completed Kayos. Under an impending possibility

of death, the king's son now fled into exile deep into the

Kingdom Of The Golden Eagle. From within the safety of this

great land he fought for a restoration of order and the

reestablishment of the old ruling order.

Despite all talk claiming that this land was worthless, the

land was still worth saving. Deep in the seclusion of her

forests lay vast store of Frankincense, Myrrh, and gold, as

well as immeasurable store of jewels. Huge industries wisely

exploited vast resources of timber and ore, as well as that

black syrup worth more than it's weight in gold. Behold the

land held enough mineral rich soil to support ten thousand

mighty soldiers battling for the duration of all eternity! Back

during the ancient days of forgotten antiquity, those

Teutonic Knights of old had exploited the land in the name

of Odin, laying a claim to the land and all of it's products.

Hoards of slaves were extracted from among the able bodied

of those conquered. By the efforts of slave labor, a great

catastrophic war machine was now being fed.

During those days before Odin's resurrection, his spirit

had walked about among the timber stands consumed by

despair, for he had been cast out from the minds of the

people long ago. Even so, the very fact that his spirit once

dominated those most basic of drives among the Slavic

people allowed him to still enslave their souls. This fact

could never be erased from the chemical structure of their

physical composition. For a thousand years Odin had

wondered about aimlessly and covered by a somber veil of

disgrace and failure, but the wheel of fortune had now

commenced to spin about in his favor!

Now led by Odin's mighty right hand, the King of the

Teutonic Knights had taken recognition of those vast stores

of wealth and resources consumed by his evil forefathers.

Here among those innocent he rose an army of vagabonds,

initiating a mighty invasion. Now once again had the Slavic

people suffered the spread of death and destruction.

On the eve of their silent invasion, the Slavic kingdom

suddenly found their land surrounded, their entire nation

consumed by the opposing force of armored men. A massive

multitude of sixty thousand fell to the sword in resistance to

that army of Satanic rule. Once again the survivors were

reduced into being slaves to their conquistadors, for a huge

mass of two million souls had labored both day and night to

restore that empire of hell among those poor innocents.

Only tiny casualties were suffered by the armies of Odin,

for their king had risen into a greatness among the people of

that Slavic kingdom. Oh how terrible was it for that peace

loving people during those days of trial and times of bleak

darkness!

Now a false message of peace was given unto those

followers of the Teutonic king, who now declared that he

had launched his armies forward in the name of abiding love

for his people.

That same false message was even spread unto every

nation on the face of the earth by leaders who spoke only of

peace. Their words were inspired by that inglorious king of

darkness only directing them to now waste the blood of the

Slavic people.

" Truly now all rumors of war have ceased," they cried!

"For truly we have satisfied those hearts of the battle

hungry, and quenched their lust for blood!"

Men labored and raised families, behold every kingdom

now feeling confident under a cloud of false security. But

within the Kingdom Of The Golden Eagle, a mighty bellowing

voice arose high above the clatter in a magnificent attempt

to awaken the earth to the light of a possible impending

barbarous conquest.

In accordance to the arrangement of plans the Slavic

people lost their time honored land. It was then that the

Teutonic King split their land into two sections, in order that

strong shackles might be placed upon those honorable

people, plunging them into complete servitude. Truly these

people were only humble peacemakers who existed day to

day, attempting only to preserve peace among their

brothers. Out of this overwhelming desire for a peaceful

coexistence arose a program of pacification instigated by

their Slovakian government. Every gross whim of the terrible

Teutonic king was catered unto, his every desire for lust of

the flesh was satisfied by those smiling Slovakian virgins

from their homeland. Vast quantities of gifts were showered

upon that evil king on a daily basis, that he might not be

inclined to do battle with them. Their luxurious gifts

produced vanities, for Odin had induced within the minds of

the Teutonic king the desire to reclaim those ones of

Teutonic blood who had been long lost, causing the chaff of

the land to blow away in the whispering wind.

As the wheel of time crept forward, the Slovakian people

grew weary in their efforts to appease the son of Odin, and

so they delivered into the midst of the mighty congressional

long house a man who was to represent their land, a man

who swore to guarantee their safety.

On a cool blustery mourning he journeyed into the

kingdom of the Teutonic Knights, and as it came to pass, he

came to stand in the midst of a gargantuan Roman court

room, more magnificent, more glorious than any eye ever

witnessed during the glory days of Caesar himself.

For a consistent height of forty fathoms arose seventy

five marble columns that supported an elaborate banister of

marble and pure alabaster, swallowed up by a majestic

mountain of glittering mist enveloped granite. Thirty five

guards strained to open mighty oaken doors that were so

massive that they dwarfed all men. In the midst of a

gloriously glittering pool filled with collected moonbeams

gathered from some distant mountainside obscure to all

humanity, spanned the pool for a distance of 170 fathoms.

Within the center of the pool was the bronze likeness of a

man supporting a globe of the earth high in his mighty right

hand, spouting crimson hued water from his mouth into the

pool of moonbeams!

To the left of the pool, upon the eastern wall was an

averaged sized door, and through this door the Slovakian

leader was instructed to enter into. As he neared, the door

swung back, and a somber cage of iron bars stood ready to

receive him. At first he hesitated to enter, but was relieved

to discover that it was only a simple elevating cage

ascending into some towering chasm. Four illustrious

guards stood by his side. One who's task it was to operate

the device, pressed a blood red button. Instantly a

tightening of the brass chain reverberated throughout the

shaft in combination with a mourning whirr. With a sudden

jolt the cage began it's mighty assent.

Minutes faded into oblivion, tending to resemble hours,

soon the Slovakian leader lost all recollection of space as

the cage came to a slow halt. As the cage opened to allow

the five to exit, the wall before them, which was obscured by

a blanket of darkness, parted. The leader of the people now

peered through the gaping doorway, attempting to glimpse

the furnishings of the room, but then he was suddenly

blindfolded and led into the chamber of the divinities.

With the greatest of hospitality he was escorted into this

room that was so elaborate with glittering light from gold

and gems, that he suddenly gasped for breath. He now

entered into the sacred chamber that was enveloped in

golden plate in such a manner that even the slightest flicker

of flame exploded into brilliant divinity! In the midst of this

elaborate foyer was a boiling pool of clear emerald hued

water from which thirty elegantly proportioned maidens

arose to greet the visitor. He was instructed by the guard to

choose one from the bunch, in order that she might

accompany him en route to the King's throne.

The Slovakian leader acted according to the instructions,

choosing a graceful flaxen haired delight, who then promptly

arose to embrace their official guest. The rest, upon feeling

rejected, fell to resume their bath in the midst of the pool.

The golden plated walls now narrowed to form a

passageway that led into a kind of green enclosed garden

house, in which an air of relaxing tranquility provide by the

cascade of a crystal waterfall that poured from the wet

granite walls of the mountainside. As the visitor now stood

enveloped in overwhelming awe, suddenly a thundering

voice rang out, jolting him into reality.

"What can the glorious king of the most gifted blood of

humanity do for you? Do you wish to confide in terms of

national welfare, or do you simply wish to confide in health

of the heart?"

The booming reverberation of the voice caused the visitor

to snap in surprise, then before him suddenly sat the king

upon a throne of pure gold. His body was donned in armor

plated with pure emerald. His arms were clothed in bands of

crimson ruby, and he sat cheerfully tossing pearls into the

arms of a nude maiden who then performed exotic dances in

the company of a legion of other dancers, making moves

and gestures that appeared shockingly lewd to the

unaccustomed visitor. The guards then ushered the visitor

into the king's presence, all four then standing promptly at

rigid attention.

"I can see you graciously afforded yourself a taste of

Teutonic hospitality," thundered he while glaring down into

the faces of the cringing maidens.

"Well sir, now upon my own account," declared the visitor

while bowing graciously.

"What? You consciously refused the offer of the supreme

culture? What have we here, a friend of pleasure or an

enemy of business?"

"Actually, I wish to preserve our national kinship. Your

aggression has pushed way too far beyond the point of

tolerance. Please sir, listen to my pleading words! We simply

wish to be guaranteed our safety."

"Maybe then, we have grounds on which we may

negotiate. I wish to simply state my demands and you simply

agree or disagree. If you meet these demands, then we shall

offer the guarantee. If you should refuse even one single

demand, then our relations are severed. First, I can never

negotiate in any manner with a kingdom that refuses to

address the question of Judea. Those Teutonic people who

abide within your boundaries must enjoy liberty at will, and

your poor armies must be reduced to one tenth it's present

size."

The visitor, now enraged, glowered out of a sweat

scorched face, through clenching teeth he cursed the evil

king of the Teutonic hoards.

"Never! Your demands are absurd! You wish to strip the

Slovakian people of their dignity as well as to bend us into a

state of total helplessness. I guess if such demands were

made into law by my people, that you and your armies would

then march forward into victory without even the slightest

pocket of resistance! Never!"

Upon the speaking of these words the Teutonic king

arose from the throne enveloped in overwhelming rage. One

of the maidens arose to massage him, and he responded by

brutally shoving her into the stone walls.

"Remove this wretch from my presence! If my demands

cannot be met, then I have no further ado!"

The escorts then promptly lifted him from the very

surface of the floor, rushing him back into the cage, despite

the whine of the young maidens. The visitor gazed into the

eyes of the guard whose previously expressionless face now

sneered with a sudden rage. The cage whirred in a dull moan

that reverberated into the vastness of this awesome

dwelling. Passed that statue of marble he was now rushed,

for the supreme word had been spoken. The patience that

had sustained him upon the onset of his approach toward

that sacred mansion, now was suddenly banished, and

before his mind totally came to grasp the splendor of this

evil empire, he was standing before his wagon making plans

to exit the land. The leader heeded the words of that terrible

king, for those Teutonic knights were noted for their sadistic

intellect, and he fled quickly into the bosom of his own

people.

At the onset of the first moon those Teutonic knights

commenced to impose upon the golden reserves so

cherished by the Slovakian lords in hopes of eliminating the

debts of their own kingdom. From the roaring bowels of hell

itself that terrible Teutonic army arose, demanding that the

people in the entire kingdom of Slovakia deliver all the gold

wearing smiles, into the door of their king's embattlements.

It was demanded of them that all export, import, and trade

within the limits of their kingdom cease, for it was known by

the Teutonic Knights that their natural resources would

produce more gold and silver and products far beyond the

capacity of all the territories acquired by the sword of battle.

Under a veil of mystical innocence that Teutonic army

invaded the kingdom of Slovakia, gradually consuming their

precious virgin land; for on the onset of darkness they would

all quiver with the fear of their children whispering among

themselves: "All is well now. Never shed a tear for they

would never advance into our heartland if we allow them to

consume the decayed, useless heartland."

More territory was consumed until the conquered limits

were greater than those that were free. One eighth of the

population was forced to labor in the name of economic

prosperity. Day by day they would labor with barely enough

food to survive until one by one they collapsed and were

soon replaced; thus their only purpose for living was served

by them in honor of Odin's terrible son.

A crimson purge blanketed the earth as the year of the

ghost now fell into obscurity. To the western half of the

globe a glorious honor to the Christ child showered the very

ground with vast quantities of gold; for whom among them

would withhold his gifts and tribute on a day reserved for

honoring the Almighty? A gentle breeze warmly puffed above

the face of this region of the earth, and the tender hand of

the Almighty gingerly caressed each and every individual, for

they did truly love the Lord with all their hearts. As an

extended growing season produced mighty stores of grain

that all pain, even all the evil in far away lands, was

forgotten. Brother demonstrated the love between he and

his fellow brother with humble gifts of necessity items that

were hard to come by during the course of the year.

Far away, in the Kingdom of Slovakia, King Hatra

attempted to negotiate with those conquered lands to the

east, which had been permeated by the spirit of Odin. The

king of those eastern lands was in need of gold and pearls,

in order that he might repay the mass of loans borrowed, but

all efforts proved to be in vain. With the refusal of the

negotiations heard, numerous representatives of the

eastern lands rushed into the Kingdom of the Teutonic

Knights, and they gave birth to a plot to flood the earth with

Slovakian blood, wresting all gold, jeweled swords and

shields, from the iron grasp of the people.

Then behold a mighty surge of great north wind then

shifted, bringing forth tales of the blood drenched plot into

the wanting ears of the Slovakian people. Upon the

reception of this news, a massive army was sent into the

lands to the east, securing an iron grasp upon the throats of

thousands and thousands. The Teutonic Knights publicly

denounced the invasion, then upon that very spot they

crafted their own vile web of bloody conquest.

Soon, in the midst of thick troops, the lands to the east

raised a cry of protection to the Teutonic Knights, and the

Teutonic Knights demanded that they separate and form

their own kingdom in return. Thus, the Slovakian people

were then trapped between two enemies, and in order that

they not surrender to the eastern kingdoms, they then

appealed for protections from the Teutonic Knights.

It was then that King Hatra and his predecessors were

summoned into the heart of Teutonic Empire, and were

presented with a document that would give the entire

kingdom over into the death grip of the Teutonic Knights.

Both leaders refused to sign or give into the demands of the

Teutonic Knights. A quill of silver was given into the hand of

the evil Teutonic King, and in somber ink he signed that

document of death says through gritting teeth: "Your land

shall lay in smoldering ruins by tomorrow evening!"

King Hatra was suddenly stricken by Satan with a strange

and eerie disease unknown to all mortal wise men. As he

now lay in that death bed deep in the soul of the Teutonic

fortress, he signed over his kingdom, dying forever in the

disgrace of his own people's hatred.

The earth opened within the kingdom of Slovakia,

belching forth a serpent of hell designed by those terrible

Teutonic Knights, and within its interior thousands perished

under the trauma of torture and neglect. All culture ceased

to exist except that determined by the Teutonic Lords. Every

product was preserved for use by the Teutonic people who

thrived within their boundaries. A new law insured that

property owned by the children of Israel could be purchased

with very small amounts of silver; a law insured by

enforcement agencies.

Gradually the dark tide of Teutonic hatred swelled to

consume the people of Slovakia, and mighty Teutonic hoards

wrested every ounce of hope from their dying grasp. With all

resistance now extinguished by use of fear and torture, the

seizure of their property that generated huge economic

wealth was now complete, within even the most remote

pocket of resistance. Teutonic people murdered at will those

who were not of their own royal blood. Day by passing day

hundreds of innocent fell, thus the conquered were

completely trodden into mulch underfoot.

Without even an elaborate system of invasion those

Teutonic hoards appeared in their midst, launching a

midnight reign of terror. In the early hours of the twelfth

striking doors were shattered into splinters, and the falsely

accused were justified for removal from their homelands.

Upon the reading of the ordinance of justification, which

was a lie, entire families were arrested, dragging them into

submission across boundaries of a strange land that only

their ancestors had known. Only during times of war and

conquest had any individual from any Slovakian battalion

ever walked upon this strange turf. Children whined for food

from within the limits of their homeland. They were

commanded to abandon all but the very clothes upon their

shoulders, for the evil Teutonic King intended to use all in

the glory of his own blood. As a result, in the midst of their

own suffering, their enemies rose into great prosperity and

glory.

In sorrow they were forced to march, both men and

women, young and old alike. Any one who slowed was struck

down by fire cast by an evil blood drenched Teutonic hand.

As those pure hearted innocent , who were so righteously

accused, made hasty exit from their home land, those

terrible guilty began to settle into now emptied farmhouses,

making use of all produce for their own benefit. Many of

those accused were exiled into the most treacherous form

of slavery, made to labor by day and by night for glittering

gems and gold to decorate an empire for those who were so

dedicated to it's establishment.

Never once in all the history of men has mighty conquest

occurred in the absence of struggle on part of the

conquered; and so these Slovakian people battled within

themselves to preserve their hope for life and to roam the

dark and bloody grounds of their ancestors, for freedom

from battle and loss of blood, freedom to prosper while

raising high the banner of Almighty God!

Within these wretched boundaries, the Slovakian people

were forced to produce hideous weapons of war in the name

of all that was evil. Several Teutonic legions received arms

born from working hands of the Slovakian people; and so

they came to realize their position of importance, and came

to contemplate the spread of havoc.

Weapons of fire now suddenly exploded in reverse,

spreading death among many of their enemies. Iron birds of

war never left the earth as a result of constant mechanical

failures. Medicine transformed into an agent of death

among the Teutonic legions, and in this manner they kept up

the battle for all that is holy.

As a result of the war that began in the dreaded silence

of night, a heinous rein of terror was delivered upon the face

of the entire kingdom of the Slovakian people. Old men,

women, and children were rudely tortured, each in the

presence of the other. Dozens of villages and elegant

homesteads were reduced into oblivion, and their occupants

thrown into the void of death. Thousands and thousands

were exiled into distant lands where the entire population

was concentrated into a single area, then a systematic

process of murder was initiated, taking advantage of the

people in their state of helplessness.

Never before in the history of men had such a black veil

of darkness settled within their midst. For those who were

alive to witness the formation of events, they all appeared to

have climaxed during the period of a single moon. One day

they had all awoke and all was at peace, the next day they

had awoke to a slow suffocation amid the raging flames of

war.

In that light delivered from the ancient Roman conquest

of holy Jerusalem, in which it's citizens were exiled or

murdered, then that city was leveled into oblivion, likewise

did the new Roman order trample the sons of men. What

was prophesied in the pages of holy scripture and

blasphemed as impossible, had indeed occurred! Now, just

as was predicted in the great revelation of the sacred

prophesy, a wise and mighty beast has arisen into greatness

through a latter of lies, seeking to dominate the earth,

subjugating multitudes underneath that mailed netting of

evil vanity!

In the heavens the Almighty had darkened the once

brilliant skies from his own vision, for he could no longer

witness the sufferings of his own people, but neither could

he go against his own word. In his actions he held true to

the holy vision in his mind's eye. Only those mighty in spirit

would survive the test, only those who would stay true to his

word unto death would he call his own. Only those who

attempted the earthly salvation of his people in the face of

overwhelming odds would truly be allowed the glorious gift

of that glittering infinite life's holy water. A fragment of his

holy spirit roamed freely among those who were under the

effects of torture, and upon each prayer rode the gift of new

strength, new will to live, and by then all were aware of the

eternal glory among them.

Libero 10

The Kingdom Of The Poles is Conquered!

The rate of the Teutonic King's rise into power began to

heighten with his astonishing announcement that nothing

was unattainable for the master race. All the vanities within

the raging furnace of hell rejoiced at the seemingly

inevitable conquest of evil and that clatter of evil festivities

then commenced to heighten in tempo. Mars, Jupiter, Venus,

Copernium, the Teutonic multitudes summoned to align

within the the starlit heavens, directing a steady stream of

iron strength into their midst. Lords of the Teutonic

Kingdom fell before the feet of Satan, thanking him for

delivering the sacred power into their grasp. Both in hell and

on the face of the earth, a grotesque festivity arose to

initiate an atrocious act of blood lust and war!

In the harvest month, on the very eve of dawn, when

witchcraft plagues all holy institutions and goblins dash

randomly about, mighty battalions of iron war birds

awakened those who slept soundly within the boundaries of

the Polish landscape. Cries of terror ignited throughout the

numerous villages where innocent victims of war eked out a

meager existence from the soil. These terrible birds

consistently released eggs that delivered fire and

destruction upon the polish countryside; both city and

farmland were brilliantly ablaze.

Great masses of terror stricken hearts raced forth amid

the blazing cinders in fear for life and limb alike. Undaunted

by a conscience, these birds of war delivered shots of fire

into their midst, causing many to collapse upon the damp

earth as they fled. Homes, hospitals, churches and schools,

were reduced into heaps of smoldering cinders. Many of

those who raced upon the hard packed earth knew not the

authors of this horrible catastrophe.

"Never could those Teutonic Knights betray their own,"

they said as the war birds swooped. "Never would they so

intentionally deliver murder unto those of their own blood."

But the eggs of destruction fell, undaunted by even the

most remote form of conscience, thus, the fire continued to

pour upon their heads even in the face of their own death.

Through eyes of delusion they continued to gaze upon the

face of those catastrophic psychopaths, even calling them

innocents aloud!

How insensitive was that brutal onslaught that ripped the

heart from the chest of the kingdom of the Poles, only to

shove it high into the face of the sun god, all blood soaked

and raining crimson droplets upon the heads of multitudes.

In years prior to this brutal invasion, numerous promises had

been contemplated on, both by the son of Odin as well as

the lord of the Kingdom Of the Golden Eagle. Both had

placed their signatures upon documents with the league of

the great and mighty ten to stand as their witnesses. The

documents had been drawn up by the lord of the Golden

Eagle, and signed by the son of Odin, who had so faithfully

promised to reject any policy of forceful aggression.

The somber cup of inglorious vanities had emptied itself

into his words, calming the hearts of entire kingdoms and

nations, allowing that cloud of vulnerability to settle into

their midst. It was then that the King of the Teutonic knights

planed to march forward, he so stated even before he had

begun his assent into greatness among those members of

his own blood!

As his vainglorious birds of war darkened the very sky

above, he then arose from his jeweled throne. Upon stepping

outside amid both flowers and fern, he lifted high that

proclamation of peace, shredding it into bits and mocking it

with an evil laughter that rang throughout the entire

countryside. Great flocks of foul arose, the sun darkened in

the heavens above, the very earth rumbled in places where

such had never once previously occurred, for a new order of

death and destruction had been delivered. The gentle breeze

that once tossed the branches of numerous firs in playful

jest, now reeled and twisted the limbs, roused into violence

by the evil words of the new doctrine.

Every aspect of nature possessed the influence of Satan

which consistently poured from the sprout of man's

delinquent world. Evil thrived within the veins of gold, within

the sacred realm of human purification that had been

transformed into the disgusting lust of the perverse, even

within the sacred realm of the church! No institution was

safe from Satan's joyful dance across the face of the earth.

In the due course of the Teutonic king's march across the

kingdom of the Poles, this insensitivity towards the peace

document's violation insulted those of whom roamed so

freely in the Kingdom Of The Golden Eagle. By blood a vast

majority of the people who dwelt within the Kingdom of the

Golden Eagle were indirectly members of the Polish Klan. It

was a great and mighty warrior from the Kingdom of the

Golden Eagle from whose loins was fathered Polish

independence. That glorious covenant conceived by those

forefathers who established the great kingdom of The

Golden Eagle had truly been incorporated into the ruling

lords and doctrines of the Poles. It was in this manner that

the kingdom of the Poles was born of the Kingdom of The

Golden Eagle, for her high and mighty mothers demanded

the fullest protection!

War more violent and destructive than any ever witnessed

by mortal men was about to commence. Those cogs of

invincible inevitable holy contemplation were about to

commence their grinding spin, leading thousands and

thousands of thousands into eternal damnation. From high

above the misty veil Jehovah cleared an opening, now taking

view of the earth's proceedings, for he was moved to resolve

future complications. The Golden Eagle's slumber would

soon be disturbed, aroused into immeasurable action

propelled by the hand of the Almighty himself! Never had the

earth come to gaze upon a kingdom so young, so eager to

achieve fame and immortality through mighty conquest!

That wind that had fanned the flames of hell was sucked

upward from within the belly of the earth, arising upward

through gaping perforations, then settling amid those non

believers of humanity. Gently the winds commenced to stir,

first slower, then gaining tempo in speed.

Soon the winds of war were felt among those who dwelt

within the Kingdom of The Golden Eagle. Ingeniously the

Teutonic king had conjured up a veil behind which he

concealed grotesque evils born from the very minds of Satan

himself. Never before had evil arose into such a vainglorious

height. Truly the beast had arisen to fulfill inevitable ancient

prophesies, fulfilling those of Daniel and ST. John.

"Truly he is the antichrist," those among the subjugated

screamed. "The holy messiah shall surly save us, never

allowing us to suffer!"

These were the words spoken from the mouths of the

persecuted, but in truth, this was only a partial fulfillment.

Those who did suffer and remain steadfast in their faith, and

they passed the sacred test of holy tribulation, then these

were the ones to reap the messiah's reward. Under the

delusion of misinterpretation did they perceive the words of

the scripture as such, for the time of the messiah was to

come at a date later even than this horrid evil.

As those screaming birds of war raged above the

countryside, in less than three days the entire kingdom of

the Poles fell to the kingdom of the Teutonic knights. Life

under the articles of subjugation was more terrible than

even their best and most valiant warriors could endure; yea,

their lives were worse than those of the Slovenians who had

struggled for their independence. With this atrocity a spark

was ignited, and the flames of raging war was set to sweep

across the entire face of the earth. Under the articles of

world conquest established by the Teutonic King, the

kingdom of the Poles was a necessity in order that raw

materials might be acquired to feed the battle effort. A great

and terrible robbery had thus begun, stripping the dignity

from innocent nations and their people.

Into the very face of Polish citizenry exploded an army

unit consisting of devastating new mechanisms of war. Ten

times stronger it was than the cavalry of the Poles, who still

retained that old battle code of the ancients. Those

Teutonic Knights had acquired self propelled chariots that

raced about the earth at ten times the speed of those of old

still drawn by horse and ox. Mighty siege engines, cast of

iron and supported by wheels, belched fire and lead into the

citizenry and soldier alike, reaping a devastating toll. The

entire land throughout was consumed by an inglorious battle

for life and liberty, exposing their heartland, for which those

Teutonic Knights hungered with an insatiable passion.

The Teutonic legions were less than a day from their

satisfaction; total seizure of those great wells spouting

black gold upward in the midst of Galatia. It was then that

the Russ, those dreary inhabitants of the far North, seized

upon the jeweled blood encrusted sword of battle in great

haste, marching straight forth into the heart of the kingdom

of the Poles unrestrained. This lightening advance

established a blockade between the Teutonic Knights and

their desirable destination; thus the Russ had acted in haste

to preserve their own from the fury and terror of battle. From

within their heartland they screamed that the Teutonic

Knights must henceforth cease their advance or they would

suffer defeat.

The Teutonic knights never gave reply, only realizing that

it was far wiser to just remain silent and act rather than to

scream one's plans, thus allowing the enemy time to prepare

for action against them. Already it had been set forth in the

Teutonic war doctrine that the kingdom of the Russ had

been desired for the taking by the Teutonic war machine,

and so for the moment all remained silent, enveloped in

intense anticipation. With every passing day the Teutonic

armament swelled, consuming the innocents who lay in the

surrounding kingdoms. Each offered resistance, but was

only swallowed by the Devil's desire.

Every kingdom who received the news bowed it's head in

tribute to the Poles who battled with massive savage

ferocity, even unto the very end. From within the very heart

of the Brits arose a mighty hail of greatness, paying honor to

the Polish halt of the great Teutonic advance.

From the mouth of the Golden Eagle arose a mighty

tribute to the spirit of battle, for the Poles had brought

knowledge concerning the Teutonic interests to the

attention of all the earth. With every hail of tribute to the

Poles, the terrible Teutonic war machine increased the

tempo of it grotesque grind and aggression.

Warsaw, those defenders along the defense line at

Vistita, soon felt the cutting edge of the terrible Teutonic

sword, plunging them into the darkest pit of the grave.

Those legions rolled forward now undaunted by any present

resistance; leaving behind the smoldering ruins of farms,

towns, and cities forever demolished. The last remnant of

Polish resistance was encountered at Troki, and upon a

blood soaked ridge the mighty legions met, each facing

another even in the face of death.

Sword clashed against sword, ten Teutonic Knights

replaced every one that fell. The individual Polish warriors

struck to the left, then to the right, then straight forward

with a thrust, then falling back with stabs. Many a gallant

warrior collapsed from exhaustion. No matter how gallantly

the resistance portrayed itself to be, they were swallowed up

by sheer numbers, falling back into a somber trepidation. In

this light of extreme sadness some eight hundred and thirty

one thousand fell, soaking the sand throughout the kingdom

of the Poles until it swelled into a blood drenched mud.

As the people were trodden underfoot into a fleshly pulp,

their land was set to purge with fire, sending the vapors

from it's embers into the holy courts of high heaven above.

Libero 11

The Danes Suffer Defeat

The Horror Of The Poles

In the wake of roaring fire and falling cinders, the

Teutonic Knights raged forward with unprecedented

swiftness to heap fire upon the heads of the Danes. They

struck in vengeance for a breach in the line of fortifications

constructed to contain the advancing knights a thousand

years before this very day, in which the Teutonic Knights now

raged forth to spread havoc and deliver death. Those

glorious Danes, a peace loving lot, had abolished all

defenses in the prior war for Teutonic unification. Still, they

would continue their policy of neutrality only to expose their

good willed vulnerability. Though they fell into Teutonic rule,

never once did they yield their cultural traditions into the

blood drenched hands that continued to massacre the

innocents.

On the very onset of this insatiable drive for power, the

Golden Eagle denounced all past action taken by the

Teutonic knights. As that great master of the marble throne

deep in the heart of the Golden Eagle screamed his

denouncement of those horrid atrocities, the entire world

then lent ear. Surly their might was one to be reckoned with!

A few days prior to the advance, the Teutonic king had

delivered a set of scrolls intricately detailing justification for

the occupation. The details were stated, then an ultimatum

proposed: "Allow occupation or suffer devastation!"

Upon this order the Danes waved no sword or lance in the

face of their Teutonic aggressors who had now entered their

homeland, and so they attempted to appease an unmerciful

enemy. Not a single arrow flown, not a single sword was

raised! Hosts of families just stood by trembling, only to lie

by the roadside gazing into the pit of hell as those Teutonic

hoards marched forward unchallenged into their heartland!

The Teutonic legions promised that the Danes would

prosper under their rule. They promised that the Danes

would rise into a new greatness, even higher than their very

own! Grand lies were told to ease the anxiety of the Danes

which rendered them vulnerable to the savage horrors of the

Teutonic war machine.

For centuries the Danes had been recognized for their

adoration of various foodstuffs, and the Teutonic king fully

realized this as a valuable resource, reconstructing their

entire kingdom into a factory for foodstuffs in which the

warriors would freely produce their own rations. Food was

wrested from the storehouses of the Danes, the barest

elements only allowed to retain, any unusable product

produced became property of those Lords of the Teutonic

Kingdom. Such a drain continued on until her stores began

to run dry. The Danes in recognition of their superstitions,

conceived an intricate scheme for a weaponless resistance.

Foodstuffs produced were systematically contaminated.

Production factories were blown up, railroads were

sabotaged. Many a knight fell dead as a result of some

mysterious illness. The tide of resistance heightened, and

now the saboteurs collaborated with the lords of Denmark to

form secret battalions to do battle for Danish glory, to wreak

havoc on the face of their own motherland. Such a

tremendous destruction of all consumable goods infuriated

the Teutonic Knights, inciting great frustration among the

occupying troops. Fifty thousand strong rolled into the

Danish heartland to spread their rule with the iron fist,

condemning the revolutionaries to death before the eyes of

the entire kingdom of the Danes! The Teutonic Knights then

imposed a fine of one hundred million gold pieces upon the

entire kingdom of the Danes that stood steadfast, declaring

brazenly that it would be violated no more. Rioters rallied in

the streets of this ancient land, when the king of the Danes

delivered his final demand in favor of those Teutonic lords of

war. Hundreds of thousands of Danes suffered imprisonment

as a result, and many former places of holy sacrament were

defiled.

Then the reign of terror commenced once again; now

those children of Israel were rounded into mighty

strongholds to suffer the indignity of death. Many thousands

fled into the land of the Swedes. There they made their

abodes while battling a merciless persecution.

Numberless wheeled fortresses of iron proceeded upon

the face of the Danish kingdom. A massive decree of

abstinence from the curse of bloody war had been issued

from deep within the heartland of these Nordic people.

"Surly the Teutonic Knights would consider the desire to

remain neutral," they all deceived themselves into

accepting.

As the Teutonic Knights marched straight forward into

their sacred homeland, they all attempted to mass together

a small armament in the name of self defense. This effort

was in vain, for this force was only fragmentary, no cohesion

was present among their warriors. Even in the light of these

repressive facts, those brave Norse battled with more

determination than any of the conquered thus far.

It was then that the fish of iron, conceived by the Teutonic

Knights to be a mighty weapon of destruction, patrolled the

murky waters in search of innocent pray. A proclamation had

issued announcing a cohesive attack from air, land, and sea.

The king of the Teutonic Knights reverberated an evil

piercing cry throughout the land of the Norse, declaring that

all heated resistance shall cool into obscurity, gracefully

allowing the Teutonic hand to seize the Nordic mainland.

Suddenly the heavens thickened with huge hordes of iron

birds designed to deliver fire upon the entire kingdom, as no

other weapon had ever done in the entire history of men.

Along the shore lines the thundering attack of the war

birds was serenaded by the booming reverberation of the

terrible iron siege engines that belched fire and black mud

into high heaven above. More devastating it was than the

lava of the the great mount Vesuvius, driving many a

Teutonic ship deep into the grasping sands of the ocean's

bottom. Many a warrior's body burst into raging flames as

those terrible weapons rained down that mixture of liquid

fire that feeds voraciously upon the moisture in the flesh of

all men. Now out witted by Nordic stratagem, those Teutonic

knights decided to hammer the Danes by assault in sheer

numbers.

As those Danes cheered in the illusion of momentary

victory, their joys were then abruptly vexed, for out of the sky

poured forth huge massed of iron war hawks by the

thousands. By shear numbers they incited terror, for their

numbers were so thick that they transformed day into night;

for the sun shown only in a manner that gave brilliant

illumination to those terrible messengers of death!

Seemingly illuminated by the fires of hell, they poured forth

in a massive single file line. For every one of their warriors

that were slain, some fifty would replace him, standing even

more ready to deliver his slashing blows than the one that

came before him.

In the torrid heat of the day, and forever weary of the

glory that battle affords, now hammered into a dark bloody

pulp they stood. All was lost. All was now in vain. All that had

been fought for and died for was now delivered into enemy

hands. But even now, a defiant flame of hope remained.

Britannia, now fully enraged by the atrocities delivered to

an old comrade by an ancient foe, decided rightfully to aide

her comrade in arms. So she sailed forth upon those clear

rolling sapphire waters of the great north sea, fifty thousand

strong she sailed, high in the name of Almighty God. Now

the force of Teutonic Knights was equaled.

A mighty hail of lead and fire poured into the Britannic

fleet constantly for the duration of a single sun. Never once

did that terrible onslaught slacken or cease, but delivered

perpetual death to the innocent.

Hordes of war birds dipped and dove, releasing their eggs

of destruction upon the emerald countryside below. By night

and by day for the duration of seven suns they gave battle,

each casting fire and lead into the others vulnerable ranks.

As those Teutonic Knights made war from within the arms of

the skies above, at the same time they smashed the

communications networks of the Brits below, ceasing their

cries for assistance to those outside the area of battle.

A huge Teutonic thrust came from the snow blanketed

mountain tops, inciting sudden swelling fear with the

element of surprise. From land, the murky depths of the sea,

and the lofty heights of high heaven above, those ferocious

Teutonic Knights marched forth into the heartland, swinging

with absolute confidence that blood encrusted sword of

battle. Never ceasing, never passing, those Teutonic hordes

furiously hammered away at the teamed defenses that soon

commenced to melt away, exposing the various elements of

their vulnerability. Soon the might of the allies commenced

to crumble away before that iron ram of the Teutonic

advance; and it was then that the inconceivable

materialized, the dreadful.....the allies bowed humbly to the

fact of their consistent defeat!

How horrible it was for the Nordic people who were now

clenched between the ivory teeth of their subjugation. All

gold reserves and economical systemics constructed to

evenly distribute the gold, were utilized for the benefit of the

Teutonic kingdom. A self fulfilling rule of Lords puppettised

by the Teutonic Knights, was constructed to insure that the

Nordic people utilized all production in the name of Teutonic

interests. All young men of military age were forced into

service of battle in the name of Teutonic interests. Any who

refused would be denied their natural right to life. Huge

protests were planned by the subjugated, who realized that

they were being taken advantage of. These acts enraged

that evil Teutonic King who swore a terrible vengeance upon

the face of the Nordic people.

As a direct result of this blood drenched decree of

vengeance, the Nordic people were bound into the chains of

slavery, even children were brainwashed into being sadistic

advocates of Teutonic rule. Even in the light of these horrible

facts, one elusive element protruded from within that veil of

atrocities, including the persecution of the children of Israel.

In the kingdom of the Poles hell had arisen on the face of

the earth. Here hungry flames consumed the bodies of

thousands and thousands, never pausing for a moment of

prayer for the dearly departed. Thousands of Israelis, and

many other of their allies, sank into bleak oblivion while

tears streamed down even from the face of the Almighty

himself.

Libero 12

Teutonic Conquest Of The Belgic Prima

Defeat Of The Mighty Anglo Warriors!

Amid the eternal howl of the distant wind, upon that

wasted horizon where the heat bends leap high into the air

about, a most terrible chapter of human horror commenced

to unfold before the eyes of all men. Many a gentle lady

knelt before their bedside to pray as the sun peaked above

the horizon during the early hours of the morning. Many a

lady gracefully prepared the morning breakfast, showering

love upon the countenance of her husband. Many gentle

motherly hands boosted small children in the direction of

their chosen place of scholastic development, all a process

which had been repeated for eons passed.

Prior to this day a century and a half, that great French

conqueror had met the jagged unsavory face of defeat, a

man who glowed in the face of all great men. Never since

had they armies with the silent vision of another more

insatiable man for power, who was destined to rise and

follow in the footsteps of his great predecessor.

As the cool genteel dimness of the morning commenced

to brighten, all solitude was abruptly shattered. Great were

the explosions, rocking even homes that stood on

foundations of stone. The nauseating roar of the iron war

birds high above jolted every rafter, every timber, casting

those inhabitants into flight for life and limb. The roar of the

bird's thunder, the strike of it's lightning, ushered in death

upon the men below as no other invasion had ever done

before in the history of all men.

"Oh, how great was our kingdom before this day," they

would scream into the face of the fire! "Oh holy Belgica

Prima, sacred unto our name, whence has thou led us, your

people?"

In the name of all that is holy, the Teutonic Knights then

intensified their atrocities, screaming that all the

documents signed during the course of the years past were

constructed for the sole purpose of allowing the subjugation

of their own nation.

"How does one expect us to allow meager scraps of paper

drawn up to hold such an iron grip upon our nation," they

screamed into the face of the great league of ten? "We

admonish your allegiance which seeks to exploit our own

people. We shall deliver a bloody vengeance!"

In this manner of systematic charges they would justify

every offensive action. It was true that Belgic Prima held a

taunt iron reign high above two great areas of the Teutonic

Kingdom. The king of darkness now demanded that the two

areas be returned! From this demand spawned the audacity

to initiate conquest! Highly bedecked in gallant armor rode

forth those knights born of old, to seek and plunder in the

name of their kingdoms' interest. So their massive army

rode forth, treading the subjugated into the dust of the

earth, eradicating a bloody vengeance through a

deterioration of their own flesh and spirit combined.

"Alliances, even defensive ones, will never serve us

because, prompt as we may be, aide would not reach us

before the first shock of an invasion. This could prove

overpowering and destructive, in which case, we must be

prepared to give battle and stand alone," loudly proclaimed

their king, Leopold, in the face of their great surge forward

into battle!

Even as these words were being spoken the fire had not

yet cooled as the invaders trampled the homeland of the

Belgic. Oh how foolish it was that their king should cast

aside the sacred coat of mail and the armor of allegiance,

upon that futile hope of petty pacification. How blind he truly

was and lacking of wisdom, for it seemed that the entire

earth was enveloped in the ideology of pacification now was

handing itself into the hands of a single evil man. Little did

the earth know, that those time honored words of the

ancient Hebrew prophets were manifesting into magnificent

reality.

Men who were called wise in the eyes of other men, knew

not the full extent of the early events that materialized right

before their very eyes. Men of so called secular knowledge,

could never utilize their studies of the past in a manner that

would allow them to foresee those propulsive forces that

were now fired into perpetuation! For these men had long

since eradicated the spiritual forces from within the realm of

their intellect, and now their minds were open to the forces

of darkness only to be corrupted by secular blasphemies.

Listen my fellow men, during the foundation of the world,

the great creator bestowed upon certain children of the

future the intellectual capacity to induce visions upon

themselves, in order that they might lead into greatness

those who lack this capacity! Compelled by the light of the

holy scriptures, and by the sacred guidance of their personal

visionary, they are to foresee, to warn all men of dark forces

upon the face of the earth.

Even in the light of the darkest conquest, that results

from the history of men who adore vicious tyranny in the

light of their own culture, which only consisted of self

indulgence and prosperity at the depletion of their fellow

nations, did those secular wise men come to accept the

facts as they now stood. They still demanded pacification in

contrast to the true principles of peace, for the preservation

of peace demands swift action on the first violation! Under

their very noses those prophesies from the sacred scriptures

materialized into reality! After the terror had materialized,

all men then commenced to view the light as the darkness

then receded.

The thundering advance of those terrible Teutonic legions

commenced to race hungrily towards the heart of the Belgic

kingdom. Leopold, king of the land and those Belgic

battalions, diverted a huge advance in which he proposed to

clash headlong with the Teutonic legions. Though the Belgic

army was slight in number, it was great and mighty in spirit,

but never the less, it proceeded forward enveloped in a spirit

of iron might. High upon horseback they rode for a whole day

and a single night, and as the orange sun slowly sank below

the distant wooded horizon, the massive cloud of dust

stirred by their enemies' advance rose into view. From the

heart and souls of thousands the battle cry for war released.

Behold men surged forward into glorious combat both for

the sanctity of holy heaven and their own homelands!

The bronze lance of battle had been thrust into the face

of the Teutonic advance, who then came to respect the

ferocious desire for freedom that their enemy possessed.

The cudgel encircled the heads of the horsemen who

released a mighty cry for battle as they rode forth. The blood

encrusted sword slashed many a gallant throat. Lord fell

upon lord, only to be buried beneath hoards of lowly

servants. All became as a single gender, for death knows no

distinctions!

Hundreds and thousands had fallen during the great

clashing battle, with both armies losing an equal amount

due to the conflict. As this opening battle was born, another

phase was manifesting itself, for at this moment their

brothers to the west had come to see it as part of their holy

destiny to aide those distressed.

The Angles, who stood tall and strong, swinging mighty

swords of bronze and iron in the light of their timeless King

Author, raised high their mailed fists now spiked in anger at

the loss of a battle past. Great masters of all men they were,

for their feet had trodden the soils of every nation, every

blood and every race during the meandering course of

history. As a result of their experience in the art of warfare,

they possessed their inherit ideology of superiority through

the fact of their conquests. Indirectly they sneered at the

Teutonic Knights in mockery, for it was their leader that

declared his people to be master of the earth , but he had

not the credentials upon which to bare their astute

acclamations.

Even in the astute illumination of past conquests and

intense, decisive ferocity, the Angles bent, now hammered

by the dominating forces of Teutonic audacity and

perseverance. On the face of the battle front great masses

of fortresses born upon deeply tread wheels thundered into

the high heavens, raining an intense hail of catastrophic

explosions which opened to bloom like blood colored

bosoms of death. One by one the Angle's fortresses were

hammered into a sick stillness by those explosions, berthed

into the somber arms of death by raging, catastrophic flame

and cinder. Into the face of the scorched countryside and

fortress, those Teutonic legions marched forward for the

heartland, sidestepping hundreds and thousands of corpses,

their boots sliding in the slime of blood and mud.

All knowing in the knowledge of war, Odin weighed

heavily upon the intellect of his own son. With each

victorious conquest his confidence rose into an

extraordinary superlative egotism, standing unshakable in

the face of any armada, any legion or any blood of any kind.

The Teutonic King leaped for joy, a leap witnessed by the

entire race of men. Now they hailed him as their only savior

from global injustice, the illustrious Commandant of the

gallant white knights. As the vain profanity concerning the

fulfillment of predestined global conquest poured forth from

the Teutonic King's lips, they scorched themselves into every

mind, to remain steadfast in the intellect of the multitudes

and stand just as solid as the mighty rock of Gibraltar! In the

light of his dark words they marched forward in constant

perseverance, never wincing from the well of foreseeing

imagination. As that invisible hand of truth persuaded them

to advance, they rolled forth upon the corpses of hundreds,

delivering death to the great and mighty Anglo warriors.

The scars of battle weighed heavily upon the kingdom of

the Belgic. Six hundred leagues of elegant roadways had

been totally demolished, reducing the network into the

dense void of unorganized destruction. Many small children,

innocent of warfare and now orphaned, ambled about along

the ragged streets, nude of clothing and food provisions.

Several hundred thousand volumes composed by the hands

of earth's greatest intellects, were now reduced into a state

of oblivion by those raging forces of flame. Great scientific

minds were extracted from the cradle of their heartland. Oh

how terrible this conquest was to the sons of men!

Twice in the due course of the century's quarter had the

Teutonic Knights ruled the nation with both chain and spike.

Those righteous laws tested true by the Almighty, tempered

strong by time, were now converted into new laws that

defied all forms of sacred purity. Just as the demon of

Caesar compelled the citizens of the occupied Roman

provinces to travel afar in order that their worth might be

accounted for in an allotment of gold, likewise the Teutonic

knights demanded retribution for resistance. All forms of

gold storage was rendered into the possession of those

Teutonic legions who desired exploitation of the Begic

Kingdom.

The time honored system of allotting value to gold was

transformed, diminishing the value of Belgic gold. An

allotment of home produce was demanded as a tax on the

individual man. Even the horse was wrested from the hand

of the man who labored only for subsistence.

A grand attempt was made by the Teutonic knights to

seize the minds of the conquered youth. Great was the

ambition to construct a future kingdom of barbaric

conquistadors to inflict destruction on the peace lovers of

earth. As a direct result, the developed intelligentsia

receded into the murky waters of ignorance.

A total seizure of food and farming equipment resulted in

famine during a time of great abundance. Children became

very weak from rationing food and medicine, fainting into

disparity upon the sodden cased cobblestones of the street.

Underground societies attempted to exploit the lack of

nourishment for a ridiculous amount of gold and bouillon.

Many roamed about the now demolished streets, shelter

less, desperate, forced to take up the lifestyle of the wanton

drifter.

True to past doctrines the Teutonic warriors attempted to

establish more persecution of the children of Israel,

persecuting all who represented righteousness with a hail of

blasphemies, degrading the holy name of Christ. Hundreds

of thousands were deported in great linked cars, traveling

upon vast road networks constructed of iron railing.

Whisked away into foreign lands to shed their lives,

shamefully reduced into even the most degrading lowest

possible level of human existence. Those innocent were

murdered in the name of a blood soaked doctrine, for which

they knew not nor cared not.

Just like the Danes, those who subsisted on the Belgic

countryside in prosperity were reduced to the lowest state of

slave. Vast numbers of healthy men who were potential

soldiers, for their own cause were exported into the

heartland of the Teutonic Knights, in order that they might

labor intensely for an order which prided itself on the

exploitation of all others. Belgic women were exported into

Teutonic households solely for the purpose of being servants

and propagation. These Belgic people, upon realizing the

fullest extent of their subjugation, resisted violently, but

never the less, as did their counterparts, they digressed into

the darkness of those murky waters, only struggling for a

single breath that might give them hope.

Libero 13

The Teutonic Knights Attack the Kingdom Of Britannia

As those terrible Teutonic Knights consumed these

kingdoms in an effort to extend the kingdom of their own,

the spark of objection had voiced it's chastising words and

now had manifested themselves into reality. The evil

Teutonic King had previously desired to spare the kingdom

of Britannia from the scorch of it's invincible,

inextinguishable torch of conquest, but as the Brits became

more intent on giving aide to the blood enemies of the

Teutonic Knights, a violent rage commenced to shake the

entire internal structure of the evil Teutonic Kings being. So

great was this convulsive rage that for the duration of a

fortnight he lay in berth, spewing forth vomit every hour on

the hour in sheer disgust at the turn in fortune.

"Call forth my faithful servant, Rommel," he ragingly

snapped!

In the duration of an instant Rommel was brought before

the supreme judges' bedside.

"At your service, your highness," said he with a polite

bow.

"Rally forth our best men in as much obscurity as

possible. Collect our best weapons of war, for a state of war

now exists between us and Britannia. Announce the

departure of our air brigade! Load our terrible birds of war

with our best weapons of fire and destruction. Allow them to

arrive with systematic precision in order that their capitol

city might suffer a methodical bombardment. Hurry! Be

quick, time waits not for any one!"

The warrior, Rommel, issued forth from the chamber with

the sacred order weighing heavy within his reminiscent

mind, and that message was then delivered. In the duration

of a fortnight huge quantities of iron war birds were

systematically produced, tripling the force of the terrible air

brigade. Never before had the sons of men in the duration of

all history witnessed the extravagance of such force,

ingenuity, and sheer iron clad persistence. The very earth

beneath the feet of mortal man commenced to shake as

those horrendous birds of war roared louder than all the

lions of earth combined. Two by two they raced high above

the face of the earth, lifting into high heaven enveloped in a

sheer grace that would cause an eagle to cringe with

jealousy. The speed at which they made exit was heightened

into it's maximum capacity, and an evil spell was cast forth

into the wind by the Teutonic King, in order that the air

brigade might not suffer defeat.

From the black book of the dead these spells were

wrought, and it was on that very day that Satan appeared

before the king, delivering his instructions for world

conquest and rule of darkness. Many Teutonic Knights while

donned in full armor, fell down upon their very knees as the

king of darkness transformed from a floating mist into a

physical being. That vaporous mist of evil hung above the

empire as the dark seven continued in consultation.

Now, surly even before the sky was cluttered with those

terrible birds of war, and their roar was to be perceived as

oceanic winds that whisked the awful roar far away into

exotic lands abroad, did every beast of the field flee before

it's mighty advance. Behold even the beasts detected the

sadistic nature of Teutonic intellect inspired by that great

lord of darkness himself! Great hosts of fish deep inside the

sapphire waters of the crystal sea now dove straight down

into it's inner most depths, so that they might not become

defiled by the evil which was about to dawn upon those sons

of mortal men. Likewise did the grains in the earth of the

fields, and the majestic timbers standing tall deep in the

ancient woodlands, provide a sanctuary for those so full of

fear.

During the light of that infamous day, the winds across

the Oceanus Britannica were blowing in the direction of the

kingdom of Britannia, and it was then that the sons of men

raced forth from their undefiled homes to gaze forth across

that sea and perceive the terrible roar of the war birds. All

those who lent ear knew from whence came the roar. All

servants who had listened raced forth into their master's

chambers in order that he might loudly proclaim the fateful

warning.

That ever glorious king of the Brits then spoke upon the

wind, demanding the Teutonic King to make an abrupt halt

on his advance, lest his kingdom suffer total destruction.

The Teutonic King answered by saying:

"Behold thou sons of men! We shall never surrender. It

will be you who shall suffer catastrophic defeat! We shall

never cease our onslaught, until your cities are transformed

into heaps of smoldering ashes. Your dead shall litter the

streets upon which you now merrily tread about. Your every

mustering of military might shall be in vain! For your death

must surly come in order that your land might progress

beneath the boots of a superior people!"

The people of Britannia raced about hysterically in hopes

of securing the mainlands and cities with the greatest care

and precision. Those common men of the range

transformed themselves into warriors overnight. Beaches,

roadways, bridges, and the village square was fortified,

transformed now into strongholds where food and material

for battle might be acquired. Mighty iron birds of war were

constructed in order that they might prosper, finding their

strength and glory in the lofty heights of heaven above.

Their strength and drive for battle was not entirely

generated within their own boarders, for it was those who

remained mutual within the boarders of the Golden Eagle

who most understood the urgency of their cry for supplies;

and so they gave aide to their brothers of the sacred blood

through supplies who were now forced to rise up in arms! At

long last they could smile on their achievements, and now

all gentle women were concealed within protective

enclosures. All crying babes were to be cuddled, for the

weight of battle was upon them all.

Within the twilight of the twelfth striking, underneath the

shimmering glint of lunar beams of golden light, those

Teutonic birds of war cluttered the very heavens above the

entire kingdom of Britannia, whose mortal inhabitants

confined themselves deep inside their fortresses offering

prayer to the Lord Of Hosts, Lord Of Lords. Suddenly a steady

endless hail of fire was poured upon the capitol city of

Londinium, raising high the cries of those in want and

already weary in distress. Ancient temples that had long

withstood the trials of centuries tumbled into heaps of

rubble upon the face of the earth, as the sons of all men

stood frozen in horror, to forever grieve over the works of

their forefathers as they crumbled into smoldering heaps.

For endless hours fire raged through every house, whether

out in the open or obscured from sight.

Now all regions of the land were abruptly ablaze. Field

and grasslands, towering woodlands, city streets and

towns, they all burned alike. Fire burned so fiercely and

hammered so violently with the force of thunder, that the

inhabitants were forced to flee deep into the very belly of

the earth, until the raging storm of fire, iron and lead died

down into smoldering cinders.

"Never shall we surrender, not even when the last man

falleth," shouted the king of Britannia.

When supplies exhausted, canines, which once served as

loyal pets, were slaughtered for the feast. The Holy Father in

heaven, upon recognition of his people's anguish, caused

the beasts of the field to migrate into the smoldering city

streets; and as they raced forth in great droves, those

people now in seclusion made proper use of them. As a

result of this nutritional aide they persevered, prospering

even in the advance of those who desired to destroy them.

Steadfast they held on, enveloped tight with the wisdom and

strength of the Almighty to aide them onward! Not an

ounce, not a single bit of morale was wrested from the

minds of those Britannic people, and it was from these

minds, these still smoldering embers that the first warriors

of that most grand of armies were called into action!

From deep within the courts of heaven the Almighty

became fully aware of the battle's progress, and he now saw

fit for the first chapter of Teutonic conquest to be initiated,

and it was under this pretense that he cause a great and

mighty wave of extreme vigor and brute strength to enter

into the heats and minds of those Britannic people. Though

they were vastly outnumbered, they gave launch to mighty

birds of war with a new found conviction from above, that

victory was to be contained among their gifts for their

loyalty to all that which is holy, and the honor and praise

that they had given unto his holy name.

Into the outstretched arms of the brazen sky those iron

birds of war arose. Like graceful bunnies they were when

standing on the damp ground, but like roaring lions they

became when they were on their way into the heavens! It

was upon that night of the mist enveloped moon, when

Taurus reined across the midnight sky, that those Britannic

warriors released their might upon Teutonic aggression.

High in the heavens two mighty legions of warriors, born

upon the wing, met in order that they might settle their

differences with raging gushing fire, iron and lead, and the

swift sword of light. Thousands of Teutonic war birds poured

forth endlessly, as though the very sky itself had opened it's

gates in order that it might free an army of villains! Huge

eggs spawning raging fire demons were released as the

terrible swift sword of light slashed at the throat of

Britannia, who also rode high upon their fabulous birds of

war.

Every civilized man of quality held his breath, behold

every true man of honor and worth that the very earth

afforded, now fell upon his knees in hopes that his prayers

might ride with all of Britannia. Many a iron bird and gallant

warrior fell from lofty heights only to die a cruel death upon

the smoldering cinders below, for the midnight message of

death and destruction had advanced upon them and had no

mercy. Soldiers of the apocalypse they were, for all the

virtues of civilization rode upon their bulging shoulders.

Every hope and wish rode with them, every being capable of

love and brotherly respect cast his most gracious hopes

upon those winged legions of war lords. For every Teutonic

bird of war that was sent plunging into the bottomless pit of

hell, four appeared to take it's place to deliver fire from

whence his brother had left off. The sapphire sky

transformed into a hue richer than crimson blood and fire

combined that tended to appear much thicker in

consistency, flowing ever freely into the distant horizon.

Never before in the entire history of Britannia had courage

flowed forth into hearts of men like raging lions in the midst

of full charge, diving in every direction to pour forth a fiery

deliverance upon the heads of the enemy. Never even in the

duration of a single moment did the vision of conquest over

the enemy flee from within their mental grasp. A combined

subconscious homed in upon a single aspiration, causing

various sequences to materialize, therefore the ancient

spirit of luck rode within their gallant ranks.

Throughout all hours of the day and night fire poured

down upon the capitol city and hundreds of war birds

plunged into a grave of flames. Many Teutonic warriors met

their end, carried swiftly in the arms of the death angel

where they were destined to suffer for the duration of

eternity.

Deep within the bowels of the earth mothers shivered

violently, snuggling closely their gentle children who

whimpered from within heaps of rubble, wailing to their

mothers in anguish.

"Oh dear mother, when will the Grand Army of The Golden

Eagle ride forth to deliver us from the foul hand of Satan,

which seeks to wipe us from the very face of the earth?"

Mothers only gazed upon their small children straining

back tears even to the very point of chocking away precious

breath, for they had no answer to the questions of their

gentle small ones. Silently within the enclosures of their

own mental reflections they then commenced to rationalize

with themselves.

When will that Grand Army ride forth into glory in the

name of world peace and prosperity? When oh when will

those brazen soldiers glittering brilliantly in their gold plated

armor, ride forth from the shimmering horizon to unite with

our own, to share in the fruits of conquest? Must the entire

earth fatten death with a fabulous feast of human flesh,

until only they themselves remain? How terrible! How

horrendous! Please oh please Great Father in heaven, do

prod their glorious army into a furious action for the

preservation of civilization and the good fruits there in!

The rage above continued until every stammering tongue

ceased, and every voice became silent. The very walls of the

earth's civilization now shook as the onslaught heightened

in it's pace. Massive explosion followed another massive

explosion, until the very pillars of the world began to

crumble. Behold, if the fight is lost from above, those

terrible legions will come to devastate each person

individually. "Upon our demise will follow that of the entire

world," they said among themselves, "but we cannot do it all

alone!"

Runners were consistently allowed to race throughout

those streets of cinders, in order that food rations might be

received, whether from an urchin of the streets or from the

hand of friendly troops. Each parent drew straws in order

that their child might have a fair chance to avoid the rat

race for food amid the dangers of the streets. Many a

shivering mother watched helplessly as her only son dodged

those exploding death blossoms of fire that consistently fell

upon the streets, even to the outer limits of the countryside.

This base existence constituted the plight of the common

man who refused to surrender in the face of the greatest

oppressor.

As the fight continued, in the loft of the high heavens the

gallantry of those once overwhelmed, now had reduced the

numbers of the enemy into that of their own range. Never

before had such courage of men been witnessed by every

corner of the entire earth.

That ancient somber hued river, Thames, now

transformed into a thick bloody soup. The surge of battle

swelled, giving up a deluge of torn corpses that were

scattered about within every flaming street corner or alley.

Orphaned and abandoned children raced for forage and

cover as a great onslaught of raging fire sought to

exterminate them from the face of all the earth for all

eternity. Their cries for assistance were heard by none. No

person that passed by even seized upon the moment to give

assistance to an insignificant child waif, some one else

must bear the weight of that responsibility, they would say

as they passed, while these naked and hungry children only

ran for cover. Upon the women whose flesh had bore them

must be lain the wretched responsibility of caring for their

own. Their insignificant lives are of no concern to us who

must care for our own. Away with you! Leave those morsels

about my abode for the dogs, they need to eat to!

With this a child of ten was reduced to acts of theft,

seeking nourishment for a small brother or sister on

sidewalks and scorched potholes. As they searched for

nourishment many small children found relief in the arms of

death, who whisked them away forever into the outer void.

The greatest horror of every mother found it's place deep in

the minds of many who gazed forward as their dear sons

raced upon cinders only to be ripped into shreds by flaming

iron fragments.

As the mighty forces gradually became equalized, a few

individuals separated from the shelter of the main body,

transforming themselves into squadron Commandants who

would lead units deep into the heart of the Teutonic

Kingdom. Steadfast they raced forth with a new conviction

that the enemy would suffer a terrible defeat. From a height

of seventy thousand fathoms those once void outer limits

were transformed into a glowing crimson blanket that

illuminated the entire kingdom with an extraordinary aura!

Every eye within these boarders gazed forward upon those

flaming transgressions in the heart of their capitol. As the

eyes of those terrible war birds caught sight of the

magnitude of this horrendous atrocity, anger raged hotter

than the furnace below tore the hearts of many, causing

them to tremble with rage.

Now possessed with a new found vigor, they flew across

the midnight sky toward the Teutonic capitol so that they

might deliver a bloody vengeance. In absence of the

Teutonic winged forces those Britannic birds of war dipped

and dove at complete liberty. A blood drenched vengeance

was wrested from those of the Teutonic multitudes, their

dead lay scattered about for leagues and leagues below. At

long last the impenetrable womb of the superior Teutonic

had been shattered. Thousands of Britannic birds of war

followed the advance, replacing any that had plunged into

the earth below. A fire was struck that raged violently

throughout that ancient Teutonic Capitol city. Its people

raced to and fro, filled with the conviction that the attack

had resulted from centuries of hatred incited by neighboring

kingdoms. Thousands were cast into the arms of death as a

result of this base lie.

The reverberating explosions of fire eggs drove many

people who had remained hidden to be overcome with

madness, and they raced forth into the streets only to be

ripped into shreds by unseen fragments of lead and iron.

Hysterically those people who had once flaunted their

adoration for Odin, now cried unto the one and true Almighty

for shelter from the fire above, but the Almighty heard them

not. They cried out unto the Almighty, declaring that they

had been bestowed with a superior wisdom, and that they

were utilizing it to establish a global that was justifiably

theirs. The Almighty then smiled at their prayers, for

mankind would never be in control of earthly affairs,

therefore an effort to establish control would continually

prove to be futile; and many fell upon his knees to beg for

mercy upon his realization that a terrible punishment was to

befall them all; and so, the Almighty turned his face from

their destruction.

Now convinced that aide from the Almighty was in vain,

they resorted to collectively claiming themselves to posses

superhuman qualities, utilizing the powers of suggestion to

their utmost benefit. Their further incursions into enemy

territory increased in cruelty and pace. With this new

suggestion of strength increased, the Teutonic empire

unleashed an unprecedented brutal onslaught upon every

kingdom of free men that exists in the realm of the entire

earth. So terrible was their release of cruelty that entire

kingdoms degenerated into the thick mist of ignorance, that

same mist of ignorance that prevailed during the glorious

reign of great King Arthur and the mighty Hrothgar.

In many great and mighty battles throughout the course

of earth's long history, those terrible Teutonic Knights had

attempted to seize that golden bricked road that so

elegantly completed the connection between the Great

Teutonic capitol and that of King Alibaba to the far south. It

is true in the volumes of mortal man's history, that the great

Teutonic kaiser of the past generation, had ambitions to

seize this splendid area of the kingdom, but had failed as a

result of his gluttonous behavior. The Teutonic King now

swore a mighty oath inscribed upon the golden fleece from

Oslo, that he would secure the sacred realm of prosperity. To

this end those legions of darkness marched forth to conquer

all the lands thereabouts.

In the lands toward the far south, an extremely violent

race of men were bread from a conglomeration of races

throughout the surrounding area. Many of these men still

chose to cling unto the customs of their insurgents, causing

a great rivalry among many factions. These people were

nomads, existing in the sacred manner of the ancients, and

so conducted warfare in the savage manner of the guerrilla

warrior. For countless centuries these people had reduced

their neighbors' domain into that of smoldering ashes,

resulting only to thievery for the purpose of prosperity. A

unification of their factions was impossible, since hatred

would continue to seethe among all the men from the

different provinces. From an overview of the kingdom's

situation the Teutonic King gazed toward their lands,

plotting a bloody vengeance for their king a thousand

generations before. In the light of day the Teutonic King

gazed forward through the crystal window of his palace

contemplating the placement of his legions. Not only was he

contemplating the seizure of those mountain people, but he

directly envisioned the strategic conquest of the Greeks and

all of that land that offered sanctity to the Slavic people.

In those days the son of a once great and mighty king

seized power over the land of the mountain nomads, but had

not established any doctrine of trade and power through

which the path of commerce might guide those people into

prosperity. King Boris had now seized an Almighty power,

and desired to secure his state of rein upon his fellow

countrymen. And so it was, he sold the responsibility of

trade to the Teutonic empire, in order that his mind might be

free from worry, and his heart free to woo the fair maidens of

the countryside. Upon making the purchase, the Teutonic

King reserved great stores of resources taken from the

kingdom at his will, thereby preventing King Boris from

accomplishing diplomatic trade and making use of those

resources for the prosperity of his own kingdom. Upon this

act, these mountain nomads became totally dependent

upon those kingdoms who shipped great stores of arms into

the heartland, in order that he might do battle in the name

of Teutonic interests. Under this rule life for those nomads

was one of ease, and many raced hysterically into battle in

the name of the Teutonic empire. The pact between the

Teutonic empire and the nomads was sealed in order that

kingdoms inquiring into their supportive inclinations might

be led to believe that they supported those kingdoms of

righteousness. A continual inquiry was made by the

Britannic people, and this king of the nomads soon admitted

that he was supportive of Teutonic interests. Within this

nomadic kingdom of people, a mighty plan was conceived

for the conquest of the Greeks. Already the Romans had

attempted to pierce this gracious pasture land of Achilles,

but had ultimately failed, and so graciously he had awaited

their arrival. Upon their arrival, the nomads and the kingdom

of Britannia secured all diplomatic relations.

So into the lush pastures of the Greeks those nomad

armies rode. Soon many principalities were under the

control of these warring people. Under the direction of their

leader who remained steadfast in his own convictions , he

then directed his army to reverse its charge, and direct it's

blows toward the Teutonic Knights.

Upon the mouth of the mighty Danube was placed a seal

that prevented any exit from within the Teutonic mainland.

Instantly those Teutonic Knights rushed forth in the absence

of nomadic armies, and seized total control over all affairs of

the kingdom and the affairs of the people. As a result the

people chose to rebel openly. Masses of people chose to

side with Britannia by ignoring great fines, and placing

those blossoms of death in ships as they constructed them.

The present lords of these nomads were resolved, and new

lords arose from the land of darkness. With the rise of these

new lords into power, a great lie was allowed to rise among

the people in order to quell protests and opposition. From

every roof top it was announced that all due support be

placed with the Teutonic king, in order that the land might

remain safe within his bosom.

So in the twilight of dawn King Boris arose to pay a visit

to the Teutonic King, in order to display concern for the

flaming violence that seethed within his homeland. Higher

and higher rose the flame of protest, and in the wake of

violence old King Boris' personal adviser was murdered.

As a result of this murder, the second Imperial

Commandant of the Kingdom of the Teutonic Knights was

sent in to quell the violent uprising. A sadist was King Boris,

all full of fire and void of conscience. As he strode past the

gathering family groups, mothers shuddered and small

children were hugged close into the bosom. Terror was

initiated throughout the kingdom as a direct command from

the sadist, and never before in the entire history of the

kingdom had it's people been subjected to such a tyranny.

Children were allowed to starve to death as a weapon of

control!

King Boris returned from the Teutonic King's chambers in

the month of Caesar's warning; as he crossed the boarder

into his own kingdom, the assassin's knife struck him hard

and deep in the breast, as did Brutus to Caesar. The

Teutonic king sent in a delegation to the now deceased King

Boris, in order that their deceitful respect might cause

these mountain people to honor The great king of the

Teutonic Knights.

Even though the lords of this great kingdom honored

Teutonic virtue and ideology, the doctrine of the Russ has

poisoned the hearts and minds of the common people. No

lord, no matter how wise and great, could ever erase this

tendency that raced through all the towns and villages like

an enraged fox with his tail on fire!

Libero 14

The Dragon Rises Into Power

The Dragon Attacks The Kingdom Of The Golden Eagle!

Upon earth's dreary countenance a somber veil settled

in discontentment in the hearts of mortal men. That land of

the Dragon, which lay secluded to the east, had long since

raised youth who would instantaneously ride forward into

battle with the fury of demons from below. Brazenly since

time immemorial, enshrouded in the mythological veil of

paganism, the Lord of that traditional kingdom had declared

himself to be in a direct lineage to the great Sun God, and

since his subjects are his kindred, that they should inherit

all the earth itself!

It was upon the island of Mikado, that Lazago and

Laganium, who were those gods and goddesses of paganism

and procreation, thrust their spears into a void consisting of

the chaotic elements, thus creating that strip of islands that

was to forever be the home of the Dragons kindred. From

here, as it was declared, the lord and master would justly

rein. Since time immemorial the Dragon's children had

experimented with and accomplished the total fortification

of their homeland; now, they swore aloud, was their chance

to expand upon the earth to stake their claim. With that

loud claim the Dragon attacked her sister kingdom,

destroying numerous lifelines in order that her people might

be devastated by mass starvation. This act of aggression

was secured without even a word of remorse from the

surrounding lands of peace, and so a consistent policy of

aggression and conquest was established.

Upon the onset of this terrible atrocity, those resurrected

warriors of Rome marched forth into Ethiopia, drenching the

countryside with flowing rivers of blood. Death was delivered

upon the Ethiopians to such a great extent that it was

possible for a single Roman soldier to slaughter hundreds

single handidly. The Romans took a special delight in

viewing the reign of death that they delivered, and upon

becoming intoxicated by the spirit of murder, they made

blood sport from the men of Ethiopia. In the general course

of events, the Teutonic Knights followed suit with a barrage

of attacks.

Extreme elegance flourished in the culture of the

Dragon's gentle children, but culture sometimes provides a

veil in which to obscure a somber adoration for destruction;

and so these most elegant people contemplated a conquest

of all the earth.

Upon the invasion of the Dragon's sister country, which

initiated in an effort to unify a region that she once

dominated, a stern warning was voiced upon her by those

Lords concerned who dwelt within the kingdom of the

Golden Eagle. In ages passed a war had occurred that had

placed restrictions upon the Teutonic knights, and the

extension of this system of disarmament, even into the

Great Pacific Ocean. A general conference of Kings was

held in which the Lord of the Kingdom of the Dragon issued

his demand of an acknowledgment of ownership over the

small provinces, and it was granted unto him by the Lord of

the Golden Eagle. As a result, it was written that the lord of

the kingdom of the Dragon could not promote their doctrine

of war in those lands. The Lord of the Dragon agreed under a

veil of lies, and under the moon of midnight they built armed

strongholds deep within the interior of the province. Upon

those island provinces fragments of the Golden Eagles' army

built fortifications near the edge of the waterways, in order

that her interests might be preserved; promptly these

facilities were called upon to restrain both men and arms

alike. As a result of this policy, the leaders of the kingdom

secretly planned a great vendetta by conquest of the great

Kingdom of The Golden Eagle!

A heavy air of boastfulness concerning their future

intentions arose among the Lords of that dark and

mysterious kingdom of the dragon. In the light of those

creative declarations of conquest, the humble ones who

dwelt within the Kingdom Of The Golden Eagle remained

steadfast, enveloped in an aura of silence, for they knew all

too well that creative depictions of any future aspirations

were of no consequence without a final act.

As the fires of war scorched an entire half of all the earth,

the other half was spared those agonies by the Almighty

himself. Many of those who had instigated the spread of fire

now cast their evil eyes to the west, ever consumed with

envy and greed for those precious raw materials that were

gloriously heaped upon the threshold of the Great kingdom

of The Golden Eagle by the hand Almighty God himself.

While those men of the Golden Eagle now silently gazed

forth upon the agonies of their neighbors to the far east,

they used the fact of their conquest by evil lords to mobilize

for a massive defense of their own Kingdom. No more were

those indisputable facts to be simply ignored as a means of

preventing war, for it was well known that the surrounding

world greatly feared the Valor of the Golden Eagle's mighty

warriors, who had fearlessly marched forward into

overwhelming odds, repeatedly delivering great conquest,

with the Almighty God of Hosts leading them straight

forward into battle and astounding victory! With every

battle prior in which those warriors of the Golden Eagle had

participated, they were destined to prosper! Not upon the

spoils of glorious victory, but upon the sacred churn of her

own war machine, and by the guiding grace of Almighty God

in heaven above!

Men of the surrounding nations frequently envied her

wealth, desiring that they too might acquire a share, and so

they humbly left the cradle within which they were given

birth, traveling abroad into the void of the unknown. Even

during those days of glory when distant kings and queens

denounced their own kingdoms as degenerate, so their

people flocked like roaring packs of seals unto her golden

shores, that gave harbor to illustrious waters of clear

sapphire. Food was produced within her gracious

countryside pastures and rolling dells tenfold. So great was

the extent of it's blessings from the Almighty, that ever son

of mortal men in all the earth could be fed from her hands

for ten thousand millennium! Never before had a single land

harbored such stores of wealth! The endless supply of

material resources was so constant that even those most

evil of kings held her high in respect and admiration. So

extensive were her warriors held high in glorious reverence,

that those most evil ones only mustered the courage to

dream of conquest, only after they had secured their

conquest of the surrounding lands and kingdoms of the

earth!

In absolute horror and disgust she gazed forward upon

those evil Lords of earth, remaining secure in her own

neutrality. It was not that she desired the curse of death

upon her distant brothers in arms, or that she was void of

any sentimentality, it was that she placed her trust within

the strength of her mother kingdom. From her golden

sanded seashore to golden sanded seashore, her people

existed in perfect peace and overwhelming harmony toward

one another. Her women were pure as the snows of

Kilimanjaro, and her minds as clear as the waters of Andres.

Her blood flowed thick and rich with new found energy as

her sons and daughters discovered new technology that sent

great prosperity to all the sons of earth. Creative

imagination flourished at an unprecedented extent, every

heart and mind desired to construct and create, every will

possessed the iron clad persistence to succeed. Born from

that spirit of endurance possessed by her founding fathers

during those times of great tribulation, from those loins

spawned a neo renaissance forever present in every aspect

of her creative genius. Never before in the history of men

had a kingdom and a people thrived so through the efforts to

mobilize for war. The kingdom of the Golden Eagle had no

aggressive intentions, only those of self preservation, and a

culture that thrived upon righteous motivation.

Listen my righteous brethren, in those days those ruling

Lords in the kingdom of the Golden Eagle endorsed only

doctrinaire that create those truly great and prosperous

civilizations, that will endure for all eternity. Through a

generous study of history her people came to recognize the

futility of constructing a foundation upon the invading

poison of an alien methodology, such as those attributable

to the lords of ancient Rome. Never did men lust for men

upon her her soil, nor did her men of valor and elegance

condone blood mixture with those lower species of

humanity. Thieves who were placed on trial and declared as

guilty were to suffer a swift retribution. Her gracious minds

were void of all obscenities, for her ruling Lords endorsed

only a pure moral conscience, developing a secure sense of

productivity deep within the minds of her people. Time

honored traditions that produced past results of

unselfishness and graciousness were celebrated with an all

consuming jubilation, and any who conspired to denounce

these traditions of purity were swiftly silenced with a

hammering retribution as an act of justification for their

elimination. Every aspect of non productivity was swiftly

cast into the midst of the eternal flame.

Behold, so went those who endorsed immorality and

threatened the preservation of the family network. So went

those of whom contemplated the destruction of the human

unborn, degenerating a dear child's precious countenance

into that of a beast! So went those of whom condoned illicit

sexual conduct, even though it was condemned a thousand

times within the pages of the scriptures. So went those of

whom attempted to twist their own lusts into a positive

suggestion by denouncing any righteous aspirations for

battle in the name of moral preservation. So went all liars

and thieves, both great and small, into those leaping roaring

flames to burn and suffer for their unholy transgressions. All

of these abominations were held as pollutants which, when

combined, exploded within the wholesome foundation of the

national body, causing it to rot from within only to collapse

from the outside upon it self, since it held no inner

foundation. Behold all of these dark and vile persons were

cast into the flames, that the kingdom and their people

might be purged of their decay for eternity.

Abstinence from all excesses constituted the personal

design of those mighty warriors of the Golden Eagle. His

physical and mental realm were honed into superiority by

the restrictiveness of his upbringing. Every detail of the

Almighty's infinite sacred words were heeded, even into the

most minute details. In all, great jubilation was expressed

toward the opportunity of celebrating true grace and the

Almighty's holy works. In these facts the warriors of the

Grand Army stood alone on the earth, for the Huns had

corroded themselves even to the very core of their

existence. During the time of the Teutonic battle strategists

and their conceptions, those Teutonic minds were strayed by

lusts and evil imagery, so their successes were delayed by

time. The Lords of The Golden Eagle were entirely void of

such dishonorable distractions, and so the effectiveness of

their warriors soon surpassed that of the Teutonic Knights.

As those great and mighty warriors from the Kingdom of

the Golden Eagle worshiped and confided in the one and

true God of Israel, the entire people gathered as a single

kingdom completely united in the purpose of conquest,

united under divine leadership! Behold thousands of

thousands of minds gathered about to concentrate upon a

single frequency.....CONQUEST Of THE ENEMY!

Though the strike had not been raised in which the

Golden Eagle would be forced to follow, the sign of it

eminence was intensifying. In this light, those who suffered

from the devastation of war yearned for the unexpected

which might surface to offend the sanctity of the Golden

Eagle . With the laws of the Almighty to shine as their

beacon, on innumerable occasions those great Lords of the

Golden Eagle attempted to resurrect the illustrious realm of

peace and prosperity. Those vicious aggressors boisterously

refused, denouncing a desire for peace by declaring that it

resembled mental degeneration. Only the strongest beasts

of the field survive, they declared.

"Nature is cruel, so therefore we may be cruel," declared

the Lords of those kingdoms of evil who are overwhelmed by

the spirit of Satan, who netted all their hearts in an attempt

to wrest all forms of wholesomeness from the hearts of all

men.

Then the spear of agitation was thrust deeper by the evil

Teutonic King, into the breast of the Golden Eagle. Now

thoroughly convinced by the whisper of Satan in his ear, and

the voice of Odin in his breast that the complete conquest of

earth was within his cruel grasp, he then mocked the

constitution of the Golden Eagle, that sacred covenant

between the people and the ruling Lords.

"Your people are of one mind, their own," declared the

son of Odin! "Every mind allowed to conceive alien ideas,

then act upon it's own intentions, lacks discipline; therefore

success in battle is a futile grasp at thin air!" That evil king

then labeled those warriors of Hiawatha's as cowards who

would dash wildly into the woodlands at the slightest

provocation.

A rumbling haunting chuckle of laughter echoed from

afar deep in the mountains of Hiawatha to the east, and

then into the great Rockies to the west. The rolling waters

of the Rhine whispered the words of future conquest to

every kingdom of the free world. That blustery wind

encircled the entire earth, distributing the rusty tone of

laughter exorcised by that evil Teutonic king. Upon the evil

king's notice of the earth's shudder, he then heightened the

tempo of his warrior's onslaught.

It is true, as the sagas have foretold, that those Teutonic

knights neither acknowledged the existence of the

Almighty, nor had the ambition to practice virtuous behavior.

The king himself turned aside his heart, declaring that

oblivion was the sole motive that he sought, and the

remaining details were of a minute consequence. This

perverse behavior flooded from the souls of the leadership

among the people to such an extent that illicit behavior was

ordained as a way of life! This flood of destructive poison

gradually infiltrated the minds of their warriors, and while

those of the Golden Eagle remained intensely in tone with

the tune of battle, the Teutonic mind became lost in vain

pursuits. During the midst of these vain pursuits, many were

struck down from whence they stood. Their battle was fierce

while in combat with the ones of whom they had already

delivered devastating blows and subdued, but the

mainstream of the most mighty still lay dormant, though

forever watchful. From within deep holes that extended into

the bosom of the earth those most valiant of the Golden

Eagle remained steadfast, awaiting their call to arms. While

slumbering under the overhanging protection of the

Almighty, their lily white hearts never once grew dismal or

fain. Each gave entertainment to the other while consumed

within the heavy mist of boredom, and he cared for his

brother during those times of loneliness that attempted to

wrest the very pulsating bleeding heart from the breast of

many a good man.

Libero 15

The Kingdom Of The Golden Eagle Gives Birth Unto A

Mighty Conquer!

Behold Death Cometh From The Skies

Upon the landscape of that crisp countryside that

constituted those boundaries of the Kingdom of the Golden

Eagle, the spirit of the Almighty descended on two gentle

women, causing them both to be laden with child. These

children were to grow into an elegant physique which were

to revive the imagined Greek physique portrayed in stone at

the very dawn of history. Though these men were mere

mortals, they were heavily endowed with those sacred

intellectual qualities attributed only to those within the

realm of the spirits.

The first was more mightier, even more decisive than the

great Roman Caesar of old! Those rudiments of conquest

were formulated deep within his mind, even during the

earliest days of his youth through his constant indulgence in

tales of ancient glory battles and those conquests of old. As

his tender eyes beheld the printed words, and his mind firmly

grasped their meaning in context, he grew upward

developing an iron heart, hardening into a personality

context greater than that even of solid granite! Behold he

grew to understand the unshakable power of suggestion, so

he continued to generate an effort to publish any great

personal accomplishment or ambition. During those tender

years he commenced to place himself within strategic

military positions, calculating the proper manner in which

he could maneuver his way into safety; so this constituted

his childhood play. Within his home the salutation of his

elders was of an utmost demand. Thus the air of

predestination was sensed throughout his childhood home.

Through the lush bustling meadows of the woodlands,

and the winding ravines and boundless secluded valleys the

young warrior raced, gathering a thorough knowledge of the

landscape, that he might retain brilliant reserves necessary

for a great legion's survival. It was during those tender years

that the rudiments for a great and mighty warrior were

bread into his mind. Many times over he did not understand

his position in life, and more than that his colleagues did not

likewise, who sometimes found a sadistic joy in shunning his

strategic attentiveness. Each circumstance was divinely

presented for him to overcome and build an endurance,

constructing his divine mold into that of an invincible

conquering warrior. His future mission was to be very great,

so therefore his early training was strenuous, providing tests

of both his mental and physical state of being. Though the

situation of his household had been strenuous in design, he

voiced his desire to become an idol among men, and his

desire was enforced by his gracious parents.

Their warrior lineage had been continual throughout the

entire history of their blood. Many among his family ties

neither desired nor longed for their young son to become a

warrior, only for him to build a simple wholesome existence.

For this reason his entrance into the academy of war was

delayed, but his desire to command invincible legions of

men grew ever more intense. It was during this time of

unsteady ambition that the spirit of the Almighty began to

weigh heavy upon him, so that he persisted in the demand

that he be allowed to enlist in the great school of battle.

Behold at the tender age of seventeen he was allowed to

enter the school, but first he was forced to conquer the

three great entrance examinations. Within the contexts of

those examinations was locked the forces of propulsion that

would launch him into greatness, for he shocked the entire

staff with his divine knowledge of warfare science.

His mother, forever gracious as she was infinitely elegant,

inspired him to fervently persist in his struggle for

greatness.

"First," said she. "Comes the knowledge and mental

struggle into a position of absolute authority and

confidence, then comes the physical struggle in the trials of

actual warfare."

It was his dear mother that continued to insist that he

was destined to rise into greatness, and that his continual

struggle was of an utmost importance. During those days of

his attendance at the honored academy, many students

directed their resentment toward him, shunning him from

any activity that involved others of his age class. During

those years of early development and ambition instability,

his mother accompanied him at the school, in order that she

might support him during those times of great self doubt.

Let it be known here that she commanded a strict

excellence in all undertakings. With this mode of strict

discipline she developed an abiding son, a son to be born

into a great leadership. In the whispers of this disciplinary

mode he was to lead thousands of subordinates into the

most triumphant charge all of mortal history had yet to

initiate!

Deep into the densely timbered sister land of the land of

the Dragon he was soon delivered, in order that he might

give exercise to the newly developed knowledge of warfare

strategy. During those days he was assigned to innumerable

tasks in which he was to exercise his superior knowledge of

battlefield architecture. It was during those days that the

terrible new weapons of fire unleashed upon him by the

enemy, and he learned of the terrible deliverance warfare

was to cast upon it's innocent victims. During those

moments, he forgot his obsession with delivering death

upon the head of the enemy, but became concerned with

saving those innocent from destruction and saving his own

life as well.

During those days of his engagement, a weapon of fury

delivered death to a fellow comrade who then crumpled with

pain and wreathed in the tight grips of death's hand. Oh how

terrible this was in the mind of the mighty Mac Author!

Henceforth, only a solid determination in the pursuit of

conquest could ever prevent a further destruction of his

fellow warriors. In this manner the Almighty molded him into

a great conquering monarch, a man of great renown, forever

destined to rein supreme among all mortal men!

Soon the influence of evil bore heavily upon the earth,

and those evil legions of the Dragon then commenced to stir

about. This stirring about generated the opportunity in

which the young warrior could decide upon active military

engagements that would lead him into conquest and

subjugation of all evil aggressors. It was during those days

that the Russ, who had moved far from the ice draped plains

of the far north only to lash out upon those legions of the

Dragon who then attacked that army of the Russ, utterly

destroying her forces. Author's ability to learn from this and

to grasp it's principles was adept and very clear, yea, his

willingness to rein supreme was now at it's height. Behold,

he was to return home to the great land of the Golden Eagle,

to be honored by great conquering Lords full with glittering

success and power!

Now listen, within the midst of the Golden Eagle's realm

stood a great mansion of pure calcimine marble, and it was

there inside those walls that those supreme lords conducted

all affairs of the entire kingdom, storing great reserves of

glittering silver, diamonds, emeralds, and vast amounts of

gold bullion. Beside the supreme lord this young warrior,

Author, was offered the challenge to aide him in any

undertaking that might offer an opportunity for strict

leadership. While in this position of leadership, he

demanded troops to be delivered into the sister land to the

Dragon, so that any future orders were destined to be

carried out in an instant. It was among the ranks of those

warriors that this supreme warrior was allowed to walk

among and proclaim his terms of leadership. All then bowed

to pay a proper homage.

As the Almighty turned from his gaze upon the earth, a

new dawn was to settle upon the face of all man kind. A

great haze of confusion was then allowed to spread, and as

a result, a colossal, terrible war was allowed to consume the

peace of all mankind. It was this first devastating war,

deemed great by those men of this time, but very minute in

comparison to the war to come, was initiated by those

terrible Teutonic knights. This first war was caused by a

direct attempt by the Teutonic Knights to seize the domain

of their ancient kingdom now departed. True, the presence

of Satan was detected during those days of pain, but that

war was now totally overwhelming to his followers. Only the

very best of their warriors were allowed to contemplate the

strategies of combat, and it was on these battlefields that

this most grand of warriors from the land of the Golden

Eagle, the illustrious Author, received his first true lesson in

the art of war.

Brave and mighty he grew as he continued to race

gallantly about through the highways and byways as if they

were constructed by his own hand without exception. As he

raced through thick briar tunnels entangled with low lying

scrub brush, and over the log strewn decks of the vast log

woods, he came to develop brute strength and an iron clad

persistence in the realization of his goals. He never allowed

those vivid memories and lessons to flee from his mental

grasp; his education was drilled into his intellect for the

duration of all eternity. Due to the consistent inspiration of

his mother, who had came to realize that she had given birth

unto a true soldier of the cross, he continued to walk in this

guiding light and find himself, rising upward both strong and

mighty in the eyes of men!

During those days of his development into that great

gifted warrior king of renown, God in heaven watched over

him intellectually, constantly delivering his very best angels

forward to follow him upon the face of the earth, that they

might give assistance and bring back tales concerning his

progress into those most holy courts of high heaven. A plan

was then laid down, a plan that would materialize all holy

ambitions for the sons of men. Many in heaven contested

that the young warrior needed more time to grow and

develop; but even during his earliest years he was

developing into a medium of holy glory, a tool for the

materialization of supreme righteousness and intellectual

ambition, to glow and shine among all mortal men for the

duration of eternity, to climax with the resurrection of

sacred Israel, and that most holy of holy thrones in

Jerusalem.

As time generally came to pass, the great warrior grew

greatly disciplined in the ways of a conquering warrior. Not

only was he fully grasping the mental ideology of the warrior

complex, but he was now reaching far beyond that realm of

those subordinated. Realities of the duties in leadership

became impressed upon his mental eye as he came to view

others who were decoratively elegant in the lineage of rank.

By aide of the Almighty's right hand he rose great and

mighty in the ways of the warrior.

Upon the onset of his first battle experience, his fellow

comrades in arms came to recognize him as being very

different from the ordinary warrior, but they greatly

respected his contempt for the undisciplined, and those

fiends among them who appeared to be fellow comrades,

but were enshrouded in the cloak of cowardice. During

those days as a lord on the small island of the sister land to

the Dragon, his stride was great in an effort to instal those

virtues of courage into the hearts of his subordinates.

New weapons had now allowed men to hurl forth great

shafts of fire, delivering destruction upon great hosts of

men. The power of loud thunder and flashing lightning was

designed and in every man's reach, enabling each and every

warrior to efficiently deliver death in a single split second.

These new weapons were fired in a harmonious union in a

single united effort to annihilate the opposing enemy, and in

the face of this raining fire, that great and mighty warlord,

Author, donned no headgear nor helmet, neither did he carry

sword, nor bow, nor any protecting weapon save the grace of

God Almighty in heaven above. In an overwhelming awe his

men did gaze forward upon his countenance, declaring

aloud that a holy aura enshrouded his person as he so

gallantly stood strong and suffered not at all. Behold all

men, for it is so very true that the Almighty and a legion of

angels stood with him, for he arose and moved forward

without armor, striding forth unhesitatingly into a verdant

vaporous cloud of death, into which the enemy had lain to

seize the mortal lives of men, and he made exit without any

harm.

All men came to be astonished at this great feat, and

they were to hold him high in great reverence. To ensure his

grasp upon the minds of all his subordinates, he was

inclined to be enraged quite frequently at even the slightest

inconvenience. Out of this exposure to the dangers of

actual battle emerged a most righteous knight who would

avenge all dishonor toward the entire free world.

He destroyed the Teutonic notion that great warriors were

only bred from arrogance and self indulgence. Hence forth

to ride upon the whispering wind was a knight who

acknowledged the Almighty, was most virtuous in the care

for his fellow men in need, was concerned over the plight of

the children of Israel, and consequently was predestined to

develop into the mightiest man of war ever to set foot upon

the face of all the earth. His predestined task was greater

than the ordinary man could ever conceive of, for he was to

become savior of the entire earth as we all now hold high in

esteem!

Listen fellow men, this great and mighty warrior of whom

was clothed in the sacred armor of glory, was to be the lord

and savior of multitudes. Never since the time of the Christ

child born in Bethlehem, had there been such a reigning

overlord with positive intentions. Brilliant glory encased

each and every word that he spoke, and gold was born from

every item that he touched. Men fell at his very feet as he

strode through their midst. Both great and small alike

beheld the sacred glory delivered by the holy spirit that had

so gingerly cascaded from the sparkling heavens above,

then to settle upon him, enveloping him within an enchanted

shroud that both protected him from all harm and those

forces of Satan, and predestined him to success and

immense glory! His orders, which were born from the

intense contemplation of an overview of those battle

situations, were not simply mere orders from a fellow being

of the flesh and blood, but were direct orders issued by the

holy spirit himself, who had chosen him as it's sole medium

of speech! Under the influence of the holy ghost he simply

scanned a mapped out overview of the enemy placements,

then tactfully unveiled any weaknesses that the enemy

might posses. Into those areas of weakness he launched the

fullest brunt of his military operations, thereby maneuvering

the enemy in a manner in which they could be encircled and

offered the option of surrender. His orders were declared as

the creative formation which exceeded any of his

predecessors.

How great were those spoken words of his? This the

question that every skeptic might ask while consumed

within the murky shroud of dark ignorance! Behold all

doubters, his words were so magnificent that a single

spoken phrase could launch one half of all the earth into

mortal combat, and inspire even those lost in hopelessness

into new found gallantry!

As those imperial minds of evil imagined a heinous plan

for subjugation of the entire earth, a sharp wind then

commenced to stir. Every beast in every field stayed close by

the place of it's birth. Upon every day that the bond between

the Teutonic Kingdom and and Dragon's lords solidified, the

sky above transformed into a thick impenetrable veil of

darkness. For three long days that somber veil persisted as

a warning to all men and the sons of men, that they might

confess their violations of holy laws and be relieved of any

future anguish. As the past history of men reveals, evil men

are destined to hold true unto their past indignation.

Still they indulged in the fleshly pleasure of fornication.

Still they murdered without cause, existing only in the

name of great self indulgence.

But that somber veil was not only a message unto those

evil hearts, but a warning to the righteous as well, for they

would surly be put to the greatest test with those future

persecutions that lay ahead. In ages past the righteous had

endured tribulation, but in those days the old Roman order

that the holy prophet, Daniel, spoke of, had spawned a new

birth upon the very earth, and now it teetered upon her final

pillar. Never before had men been put to the test at such an

extent. Never before had those righteous men been reduced

into a mere collection of just a few. Not since the days of

ancient Rome had the blasphemous spoken with such

arrogance and boastfulness, even slandering the very name

of the Almighty, even daring him to take action!

Yea, in those days men would embrace other men as they

would women, throwing up a huge illustrious ceremony

before the face of Almighty God himself, only to call it a

wedding as a mockery unto his holy name and

commandments, shaking their fists as they gazed into

heaven itself and then leveling their eyes unto the crowds

before them, saying: "the shy hasn't fallen in yet! Where are

the earthquakes? Where is the thunder?"

Behold my brethren, even those lords of huge provinces

and rulers of entire kingdoms were heard to publicly

blaspheme and mock that great God of all gods, and master

of the universe! Even as their enemies built terrible weapons

of fire and destruction, more terrible than men had ever

previously known, still those leaders continued to mock and

jeer! Behold, they even corrupted the minds of their youth by

teaching them that men were born from the beasts of the

field, rather than from the sacred hand of Almighty God,

suggesting subconsciously that the youth should even deny

existence of the Almighty himself! Even as their financial

system crumbled before their very eyes, those forces of

Satan blinded then to the very truth that lay before them,

and they continued in their evil ways, walking, then running

toward their very destruction and the flaming lake ahead!

Listen, the extent of their boastful brash behavior and

their abominations had sickened all of high heaven above,

but that day of fire still lay within that dismal pit of dreary

despair far below. One by one the process of elimination of

the evil had commenced, and now those vapors of

smoldering flesh rose to sweeten the air, engulfing the

Almighty God Of Israel. One by one their fall would increase

in tempo, until the gentle trickle would transform into a

mighty surging wave of rising souls! The raging flames

would swell with fury, as if exploding containers of pitch

were cast into it's very midst. For the present moment, that

trickle was gentle, steady, but very gentle. Patience

constitutes all works of greatness, and so the Almighty

remained within a relaxed state of mind. With ever

increasing fire and fury the earth's disciples of evil grew into

a powerful flood upon the face of all man kind. The days of

infamy were inevitable, the pack had been sealed by a

sacred seal, and upon a distant hilltop of yellow granite

blanketed by a graceful timber stand and an eerie glowing

sapphire mist, those two emperors who gloated in the ways

of evil met, sealing that pact of Satan with each others

stamp of approval.

Within the kingdom of the Dragon every imagined means

of invasion had been contemplated deeply during those days

of old, and a reverse strategy conceived. Never in the history

of men had she so coveted those lands and kingdoms

around her, even though her boarders contained one sixth of

the earth's population. According to that plan of those

tyrant's conquest of earth, and it's goal of subjugation of the

righteous and their elimination, the lords of the Dragon were

instructed to attack the western kingdoms of the earth, the

kingdom of the Golden Eagle, while the Teutonic Knights

sweep downward, scouring every land and rendering the

innocent helpless as they moved upon them from the far

north. That evil emperor who had so boastfully declared

himself to be descended from the ancient sun god, now

arose, declaring the Golden Eagle to be the enemy of all

past tradition still practiced in the homeland." Every man,

woman, and child must savagely battle for their

independence from the Golden Eagle's imperialistic lords.

Every place of worship must be transformed into a fortress

for battle, every life giving hospital a place of death and

torture. Only through a beastly persistence will the people

be allowed to reign in brilliant glory," spoke he unto the

masses.

The masses arose in exultation, which echoed even into

the very ends of all the earth. They cheered their triumphant

king who proposed battle so that their kingdom might rise

into glorious splendor and elegance. At the close of the

speech hundreds of thousands raced forth into the fields,

upon which those iron birds of war now stood silent and still.

The chosen few climbed aboard those horrible creature's

backs, allowing themselves to be swallowed up by the birds

so that they might direct their flights. In the midst of great

ringing cheers vast numbers of war birds raced forward upon

paved roadways, rising into the shimmering heat of the sun

with numbers so great that it caused a shade to cover the

surface of the earth. A perpetual formation of birds

continually lifted upon the graceful supports of the wind,

darkening the very sky with their fury and incalculable

numbers. High and mighty upon the arms of the blustery

wind they rode forth into gallantry, so that those forces of

detection possessed by the lords of the Golden Eagle might

be rendered helpless. For a single day and night they rode

high above the cotton puff clouds, only offering an

occasional glimpse of the crystal sapphire water below.

In the distance lay the port that harbored those innocent

of the Golden Eagle. Gentle children slept soundly within

their cradles fearing naught, as did those generations of

their own before them. Mothers and Fathers slept in the

sanctity of their homes with even the very thought of death

far from their wildest dreams. Each and every heart was

solidly anchored in thoughts concerning the following

Sabbath and the many ways in which they could thank the

Almighty for his gracious gifts of love. Many thoughts were

upon the other and the ways in which an individual might be

offered gifts as an act of love, for the celebration of the

Christ child's birth was an upcoming festival of the entire

kingdom. Already leaves of holly and mistletoe gracefully

adorned the hearth places of every home within the land of

the Golden Eagle. Talk of new found cheer and brotherly love

heightened the excitement which pervaded the courtyards.

Men and women lay silent, gazing deeply into each others

face, contemplating a special event in which they could

demonstrate their love for each other. Children only

contemplated the anticipated arrival of good Saint Nick from

the lofty star lit skies, and even imagined the twinkling of

Christmas bells to be discerned with every burst of midnight

air. Others practiced hymns of praise that were intended to

be sang in the place of worship, in order that those singers

might speak inspired words before crowds of worshipers

who gathered in the name of the Almighty. The same scene

had been rehearsed for nine generations now. From the

midst of heaven's golden courts, the Almighty smiled down

upon those in his own kingdom of the Golden Eagle, and in

his name did the people rejoice!

The golden sun of the new day sent it's orange rays

around the perimeter of the distant horizon, so that it

scorched the thick mist from it's seat upon the earth.

Though the process was slow, it was continuous, and with

every dying minute the orange of the rising sun became

more intense.

The gulls upon this enchanted Polynesian coastline

dipped in their quest for food that had pierced the crystal

ocean's water to receive any insect that might glide over

that water from the harbor of the shore.

This peaceful harbor securely anchored great ships of war

only as a means of securing the stability of the kingdom of

the Golden Eagle. From a mere presence within the harbor

spawned a fear so intense that all other kingdoms and lands

would tremble at the very thought of an attack! In this

shroud of security the people in the kingdom of the Golden

Eagle slumbered deeply.

It was the eve of a new rising sun, the eve when all

pagans offered worship to the new god of their glory, and so

her warriors poured forth in order that they might smite the

christian in honor of the sun god. From above the clouds

which had once hovered closely, all suddenly parted as

those iron war birds as they made their way through. The sky

above gave birth to that same perpetual flow which had left

the earth, and now the morning sun became blackened as

the sky thickened with their numbers. Onward toward that

slumbering harbor they flew, gritting their teeth in their

desire to deliver death to those christian innocent.

Soon those somber hawks of war descended upon that

slumbering harbor in great numbers; the men who directed

the hawks' flight were highly energized by the king of

darkness who offered a massive feast to the demons below.

Fornication and drunkenness pervaded the scenes of joy, for

this moment was very intense to be sure. From the belly of

those iron hawks of war poured a mighty rain of fire, falling

so intensely that many below came to believe that all

of hell had been carried upward within their midst. Upon

those innocent a glowing surge of fire fell, destroying those

mighty ships of war that had been anchored in absolute

peace. Upon the innocent below that pouring fire rained

down with the fury of the demons of hell, the fury of an

individual intoxicated with the spirit of murder. Within the

midst of the flame and fury the mothers and fathers who lay

contemplating the aura of Christmas cheer suddenly were

consumed, reduced into smoldering heaps of powdery ash.

Those elegant homes that were so gracefully filled with the

spirit of the Almighty, were reduced into smoldering heaps

of rubble and the twisted contortions of glowing metal.

Behold the gentle flaxen haired girl who's hand nervously

clutched her singed teddy bear, now suddenly screamed for

answers from her parents who were consumed in the

flaming midst of Satan's wrath. Those roaring fires raged

with such a brilliant force, arching high above the harbor to

such an extent that it glowed upon the midnight horizon for

three solid days and nights. Yea, even more brilliant than the

northern lights during their season; a monument to the

treachery of evil vanities.

Massive gashes were ripped into the sides of those great

battle ships, through which arose great fountains of glue

like black gold now spoiled, showering raining fire, rising

and cascading upon the decks as though those ships had

ran into an unseen river of flame, or entered even into the

very bowels of hell itself. Every ship that lay anchored within

those limits of the harbor suddenly transformed into massive

infernos of flame and gory death!

Behold those men of valor of whom were not transformed

into human torches, casting themselves into the surging

sea, that they might deliver themselves from the path of the

raging flame. Death flowed like the raging falls of the

magnificent Niagara, shattering those peaceful lives within

that harbor on this morn, and the slumber of this great and

mighty kingdom. Even those shopkeepers and merchants,

men of honor who raced forth from their barracks and

homes and farms, each with a weapon in hand to send forth

fire, lead, thunder, and brimstone into the direction of those

terrible invaders. Instantaneously men collaborated with his

fellow man systematically and unison, in order that all

defense might be maintained in conjunction with aide to

those who were so greatly in need.

Mercilessly those hawks of war continued to surge low

across the face of the earth, striking down men frozen solid

with courage and an overwhelming desire to defend both

kingdom, home and heart land. Women even raced forward

into the field with babes in hand, that they might find

seclusion for themselves in some area that was free of the

raging fires, both on land and from the sky above. Those

women who did not have babes to attend ripped open their

shawls to expose their breasts, seizing upon the battle ax

and sword, and inspiring great fear in the hearts of men.

Many men were astonished at the ferocity of those women

who refused to give ground to that terrible onslaught of the

war hawks. As those somber hawks of war made their return

to the isle of Polynesia in great quest for survivors, those

warriors of the Golden Eagle bravely made their stand. Men

fell in great heaps and a great many more were lost in the

fury of the battle's consuming glory.

Those brilliant flames of war leaped twenty fathoms high

into the now twinkling midnight sky, and then the war birds

turned, disappearing into the mighty towers of caustic

bellowing smoke just as quickly as they had descended. In a

matter of minutes those lords of evil fled the land of the

Golden Eagle, going back toward those islands of the

Dragon, as they readied themselves for the fabulous action

that was sure to lay ahead.

At the once majestic harbor of Polynesia many thousands

were among the dead, and an entire generation of labor now

lay in smoldering ruins. Not only did the shock stagger those

in the immediate area, but the entire kingdom now rose up

to demand that the onslaught be avenged.

From ear to lusting ear news of the merciless attack

came. Those once astonished now were transformed into a

berserker's rage! Even those people who once spoke in

favor of the preservation of peace now spoke only of battle

for the preservation of the cross! Behold, from church house

to glorious church house those faithful christian soldiers

rode forth, now loudly proclaiming the honor of battle as a

gift from that most illustrious cross of Christ!

The wrath which causeth families to gather in the others

midst bound that kingdom in bonds more dense the iron

wrought from Swedish ore. Very soon the vapors of war

settled upon the breast of each and every person, upon each

and every home, from sea to gloriously shinning sea!

Fragments separated by cultural strife suddenly now

became bound into a single unit as that rank mist of war

settled among them. All peoples of the Golden Eagle, and

those diverse tribes therein, now bound to form a single

colossal culture, from which a flood of anger and vengeance

upon those evil imperialistic powers of earth would pour

freely. Behold their mighty arm of vindication and justice as

it releases a great power of fist and mind!

Libero 16

A Terrible Giant Is Awakened From His Slumber

Instantaneously within the midst of that grand

Kingdom Of The Golden Eagle, the cry for war among the

people of the land became so intense that those ruling lords

could never ignore it. Families stuck together steadfast as

iron rivets into bonds of hammered steel, and small units of

women agreed to care for the children of others while

friends would venture out into the factories to labor; for

those warriors, so brave and worthy, were now gone and

unable to supply the land with labor, and the women and

children suffered without it. The following day of that terrible

attack, the cry for vengeance and war became so great in

it's intensity that those ruling lords were forced to sign a

declaration of battle against all forces of evil vanity. Every

kingdom of all the earth that had spawned thoughts of evil,

had now been declared as enemies of peace by those great

lords of the Golden Eagle. Those brave and mighty warriors

commenced to drill; already the nature of her culture in the

ages past had spawned a moral purity, so therefore the act

of teaching discipline among fighting men being bred into

valor was made easy!

Those other lands and kingdoms who had supported the

forces of evil now staggered backwards as those people of

the free earth massed together for mortal combat. Like a

great intrepid giant who had been aroused from a quiet

slumber, those men of the Golden Eagle rose upward into a

medium of horrendous explosive power. Under the watchful

eyes of Almighty God they now collectively assembled. Their

armaments were extremely lavish. Upon each shoulder were

pads of iron sprinkled a gold dust covered latex. Upon every

head was a helmet of wrought iron plating. Every unit

possessed enough food, that those kings who ruled in far

distant lands were made exceedingly jealous, even as their

lands were being reduced into heaps of smoldering rubble

and ruin. Their lords and kings continually announced that

the battle effort would never cease, never die, until all those

agents of evil were vanquished and eliminated!

Listen ye lusting ears, this was the force that launched

that Grand Army into a glittering aura of glory for all the

mortals of earth to behold. Across the face of that entire

land and kingdom, gathered her warriors all in unison. Never

before in the history of men had the earth bore witnessed

such an elegant grandeur in it's vast boundless expanse of

armored men! From within the bedchambers of that great

polished marble palisade, those lords of whom were

appointed into office by the very hand of Almighty God,

spoke sacred words of ancient wisdom and valor into the

wanting ears of those lusting masses; they gave inspiration

to both young and old, great and small, to ride forth forever

encased in great strength and glory with that Grand Army Of

The Golden Eagle!

"Behold our damage was great, our people now exposed

to the horror of a following attack upon our honorable

mainland," announced that great king of the Golden Eagle in

address to the people! " We shall, from this day forward,

forever remember that dreaded atrocity so deliberately

delivered upon us. Our blood runs in deep rivers, diminishing

into swirling cesspools upon the face of our soil to demand a

terrible vengeance! This cry for vengeance rises upward into

our ears right along with those cries of thousands, and those

thousands of thousands, who have been so unjustly

subjugated by the Teutonic Warlords. In the name of that

most holy cross of Christ, we must retaliate!" And those

great masses rang out cheers of anger and joy born from a

great lust for battle that were heard by all the earth abroad.

" For those innocent who are perpetually murdered by the

evil brutes, we must retaliate!

For those dear children who are rendered homeless as a

result of their parents needless murder, we must retaliate!

For the name of the Lord so intensely blasphemed by

those evil Satanic kingdoms abroad, then we must settle the

score and give vindication!

Rise up, ye men of shinning brilliance, for your land is in

danger of invasion now, and pay your homage to the cause

of battle!

To arms ye farmers, for your fields are in danger of seizure

and destruction!

To work ye engineers, to construct those fortifications

that might offer a refuge unto the brave ones trudging those

many trails of fatigue!

All to war now, for the civilization and the holy God of all

gods that we so adore, for our land and the restoration of

peace!

Oh how great we mighty of the Golden Eagle truly are,

and now behold, the Lord in heaven has so graciously given

us the opportunity to show all the earth in his holy name!"

From sea to glittering crystal sea those men of valor

aligned in unison to these words of inspiration. Only a few

women remained home to care for the future generation

while the others rushed forward without hesitation, into the

fields and factories, in order that the great wheel of war

might have a perpetual motion. Behold that Grand Army Of

The Golden Eagle as it extended across the face of it's own

land, even as no other army had ever done in any land at any

time in the whole history of men. Let it be know here my

sons, that this very act of battle readiness now resurrected

that empire of gold, that foundation of gold, that had

collapsed fifteen years before!

During those days of the rise upward, the kingdom of the

Golden Eagle was motivated by mercantilism, but it's very

foundation now had changed in an instant, that very

foundation now lay upon the rudiments of battle! From the

far corners of the earth poured gifts of gold, frankincense,

and myrrh, in huge massive quantities from the oppressed of

the earth, that these proceeds might fund the Golden

Eagle's cause to war and give themselves liberation. Whom

else among all mortals of the earth posses the valor and

brilliance to do so in the name of Almighty God, they would

all sing aloud? No longer was the grand kingdom of the

Golden Eagle reduced into a grinding poverty, but now the

entire kingdom was a land of great kings! In comparison to

those other lands and kingdoms abroad, the average

warrior's home was a castle fit for those old knights of great

valor and wealth! Four hundred thousand men aligned in a

great formation, all bedecked with the most luxurious

armor! Highly decorated jewels were witnessed to cover

every wanting hand. A most graceful sword hung by every

side encased by a sheath of leather embroider in ruby and

silver! The very best of meals were served to always shed

warmth to the warrior soul and taste! Every convenience

was offered in sacred honor of their most courageous desire

to defend God, kingdom, and their right to prosperity!

Their training in the art of war was extensive, always

done in the time honored traditions of the natives who once

roamed the land in such vast numbers. Seven miles a day

were they forced to run, never halting, never pausing, until

the course was complete. From sun up until sundown they

exerted themselves, until they were transformed into mighty

war machines born of flesh and blood. Every warrior's chest

was chiseled into a massive bulging muscle mass, until it

was as solid as the very granite of the great Stone

Mountain! Every arm stood as a swelling example of true

man hood, upon which those desperate of the earth would

always attempt to swing into safety. As a result of their

family virtues, and those virtues born from the love of

Almighty God in heaven, they were pure, free from that vile

filth which always contaminates prosperity throughout the

history of men. This sole factor, in combination with their

extensive training, constituted the mightiest warriors of

valor ever to set foot into the searing heat of battle!

Understand my brethren, that their empire expanded, for

their friends were many. From the shores of Brittany poured

forth those raging masses of volunteers. From the far north

raged forth those sea faring Russ, who swore a sacred oath

to demonstrate great valor in the very face of Teutonic

invasion, never to fear or relent, even in the face of death

and destruction. Their domain of friends encompassed one

half of the entire earth; collectively they held their heads

high with pride as that Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle

welcomed them with opened arms.

Kingdoms born of a sacred destiny they all were, for their

faith in the Almighty and in their skill with sword, and

weapons both great and small was intense. They sought not

just to endure, but to transform the impending

circumstances. That honored right of the righteous to the

riches of earth had been firmly established deep within the

minds of the free! The conquest of evil was inevitable, even

the Teutonic King himself, born from the loins of Odin with

Thor at his side, that master of evil imaginings, now

trembled within his very boots with great surging fear!

That Teutonic King had so wrongly miscalculated the

ability of those valiant warriors born from the kingdom of the

Golden Eagle, to collectively assemble for battle. From that

port so delightfully hewn from the great river which chiseled

that territory claimed by good Saint Charles Caroline, poured

forth newly constructed vessels of war. From deep within the

ports of the mighty Chesapeake banned those laborers of

the iron, warriors in their own right who would boast of a war

ship per day sent out upon the water in pursuit of the enemy!

Brother aided brother in their massive goal to vanquish evil

within those fields and valleys in the kingdom of the Golden

Eagle. From the port of that New Dutch city of York, sailed

forth a line of vessels more alike to do battle, more willing to

offer the precious gift of life than any who had ever came

before them. Upon both the east and the west coast

spawned warriors who would struggle to produce rolling

fortresses, the most elaborate arms that the world had to

offer nor had ever born witness to in the history of men; a

very monument to the virtues of individualism was the true

cradle of that most Grand of Armies.

In the period of seven fortnights every tool of battle had

been produced to such an extent that it elevated the

prestige of that most grand of armies into that of

overwhelming superiority!

Never before in the entire history of men had minds

collaborated upon a single goal and ideal, simultaneously to

rise so high upon the same glorious achievement! This blow

that was struck was the fatal blow to those enemies of

mankind, when it caused that entire kingdom of the Golden

Eagle to act true to it's history of an instant flesh ready

military. Endowed by the holy spirit, their race toward the

field and sea was massive and fearless, reminiscent of those

ancient sagas, telling of battle glory that portray a

triumphant valor only attempted within the dreams of lusty

battle hungry warriors! Upon the very face of the high seas

did they launch their mighty glorious armada, so intensely

glorious that every eye on the entire earth bore witness to

the aura of it's brilliance! Before their every perpetual

advance fled those warriors who worshiped the samurai god

of the dragon, and that ancient god of the sun in hopes of

luring them into familiar depths. Those sailors, great and

mighty, knew that they were entering waters familiar to the

forces of the Dragon, but still they pressed onward as no

other armada had ever done before.

For the duration of two millennium any who dared to

enter into the crystal clear waters were plundered at will,

her crew subjected to the most horrible forms of torture ever

designed by men. Many times these helpless victims might

be stripped, flogged, then boiled in brine water in ways that

wrested the very souls from the mightiest of men. Often

times the captain was forced to gaze upon those terrible

sights helplessly while the wretched screams of his crew

pierced him even into his very core. So intense were those

soldiers of the Dragon in their desire to cling upon their

ancient traditions, that they developed a unique

methodology by which technology could intertwine with

ancient time honored culture. Still those men continued to

reject the one and true God Of Hosts, and so they were

predestined to suffer retribution.

As that great armada of the Golden Eagle sailed into

those far distant eastern high seas, their advance abruptly

became hindered, for suddenly out of the clear blue smoke

of the sky two great iron birds of war swooped down upon

the armada, like hawks locked into a frenzied urge to

consume innocent flesh! A brilliant flash suddenly

transformed the thick veil of mist into the light of day.

Suddenly the explosive roar of the cannonade, the belching

of fire and the drifting of swirling black smoke exploded

simultaneously. A mighty huzza rose upward from the crew

of the armada, and the melodious roar of it's battle song

increased with the intensity of the fighting tempo! Those

two forces remained at equilibrium for a fortnight, then the

Dragon melted back in retreat, and the crew of that Golden

Armada discovered new energy for the fulfillment of it's duty

to God and men to conquer, a new desire for battle and

virgin pride in the goodness of spirit and fellow comrade

alike!

The expanse of water was obsessively boundless, many

men were driven into insanity, for such a time without a

single glance upon a tree, or the beasts within a timber

stand, or a beautiful woman, tends to cause the mind to

twist. Into this great expanse retreated the Dragon's armada

in hopes of securing some point of new seclusion. Their

retreat was swift, for while under fire mite near half of their

entire force had been cast down upon the shifting sands of

the murky sea bottom, laying helplessly at the mercy of

Neptune's queen, the goddess of the sea.

Upon the sea bottom shone in glory the lofty heights of

her palace, totally constructed of glowing crimson coral,

beaming forth a glowing beam so intense many men who

rode upon the surface of the water were rendered blind by

the glow! Her scavengers, those fish great and small,

dashed to and from to retrieve the souls of the Dragon's ill

fated warriors, that all of them might be cast into that great

eternal swirling sucking cesspool, which leads deep down

into that roaring lake of fire and brimstone on still farther

below. Even though these men died in the service of their

kingdom, their lords served still those pagan demigods of

old who persisted in Satan's disguise, continuing to reject

the God of Hosts. Their men were born to pay the ultimate

price.

Soon the waters were clear, all was now still and silent,

for evil had been banished from the area. All could now rest

easily, for the battles' end was in the favor of righteous men.

The men who rode with that Golden armada rejoiced as the

ale horns were distributed freely aboard ship. Even simple

men swelled into great gods of war! Not only were those

men drunk with the effects of the ale, but drunk with the

overwhelming desire to demonstrate their prowess as

relentless soldiers of the cross! The echos of their

celebration rose upward high into the midnight skies, for

they swelled with the glory of knowing that the spirits were

on their side!

Every head tingled as those holy spirits from that

heavenly throne of crystal clear diamond and fire descended

down upon every shoulder. Those great winds which once

ruled the high seas abruptly ceased as the spirits conspired

to make their presence known. All boasting mouths were

instantaneously silenced, and as the crew gazed upward

from the deck and through the walls of their cabin, the very

air about them transformed into gently sprinkling specks of

both silver and gold. The sparsely sprinkling specks

suddenly solidified into a single brilliant light so intense that

those men could not gaze upon it's countenance. As those

mighty warriors now cringed in fear, a voice that sounded

like the combination of the whispering wind and the

collision of falling waters upon smooth boulders spoke from

behind their heads:

"Behold ye men of fortune, of whom I have chosen as my

very own! It will be you who shall shine in glory as the

greatest warriors and men ever born from the cradle of the

earth. Never is the course of thousands of years have a

single people rose into such a glorious unison to honor my

precious name."......

And every head that was turned now circumflexed in the

direction of that voice. Behold, now sitting upon a cushion of

air before them was a man whose stature was the size of

two men combined. His locks were cut short above his ears,

gleaming whiter that the snows of Norway. His skin was

browned into a hue of aged bronze that shown brilliantly, his

eyes glowed like two beacons of crystal clear sapphire with

a speck of glittering coal in their midst. His clothing was of

fluffy silk, a toga or robe that wound around his body in the

manner of the ancients, and his stare was intense.

As those men gazed forward upon his countenance, his

stare hypnotically induced the minds of the mortals about to

home in solely upon his spoken word, instantly

concentrating upon him as he sat and the words that he had

already spoken. A small beam of crimson light issued forth

from the center of his eyes, connecting into the very mind of

every mortal who had sailed with that armada. The soul of a

distant tempest in combination with cascading waters

spoke unto all of those men who were now frozen in fear,

each now fully aware of the others' secret silent thoughts.

"Oh, hear me now, your ancestors were Israelite,

therefore you are mine, destined to conquer all the earth

about you! All of your desires shall extend into the very

boarders of your imagination, greater than the glory of Rome

shall ye rise to honor all that I have declared to be holy and

virtuous! It is the all of you of whom shall constitute the new

Jerusalem, with me and only me as your Almighty King! Upon

that glorious day when you fulfill the trials of your great

conquest of earth, your dead shall arise to join your ranks as

brothers in unison! Every tear stained eye shall then be

wiped clean, every gaping wound then healed, and ye shall

reign great among all men, yea, even the angels themselves

shall be second only unto you. Rise up, oh ye men of destiny,

men of the faith, for I shall deliver you into a great jubilant

victory! For the time has now come that my eternal plan

might complete it's final phase. Forever shall your honored

names ride upon the wind, that every heart might rejoice,

every lip give praise, and shall even the bravest of warriors

from beyond forever fear the fury of The Grand Army Of The

Golden Eagle! Henceforth and forever shall I remain in your

midst!"

That intrepid figure remained motionless now, the voice it

bore seemingly produced by another soul from within the

outer void. Instantaneously the figure degenerated back into

the sprinkling speckle of light that it once was, then faded

into oblivion. Those waves that once violently hammered the

ship's ribs now ceased, the howling winds of the tempest

calmed, and peace now reined once again across the waters

and in the hearts of men.

Those once fearless men instantaneously transformed

into men who wreaked with intense fear, even as though

many had entered forth into the flaming womb of hell itself.

Every voice that was once silent now arose with the clatter

of excitement!

"The grand army, so we were declared," rumbled one

bearded man who sat consumed in astonishment at the past

events. His tiny eyes were widened, for his mind could not

wholly conceive of just what he had bore witness to. He was

a carpenter by trade, one who's mind only understood simple

facts, one who held large facts of consequence in disbelief,

especially in those matters of the supernatural.

"The Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle," announced the

metallurgist, though he rejected the course of the past

events as simple figment of the imagination. Only because

he could not explain the arrival of life on earth did he even

believe in a supreme being. Since the earliest days of his

youth he had come to believe that men had somehow

developed from lower beings, and they somehow likewise.

Never once did he ask himself as to why that supreme being,

who had constructed a creature so tiny that it could not be

witnessed by the eyes of men alone, could not construct a

man sized creature from the dust of the earth about!

"Who was that fiery individual," inquired the same

metallurgist?

"Why he was the Almighty. He gracefully calmed the seas

about, that we might not be wretched with fear. He so

directed our fire that we might not suffer defeat. Surly this is

the greatest event in all of the history of men," so stated a

man of whom was otherwise always silent, and remained

alone far from any congregation that his fellow crew might

have to offer.

On the very instant that these words were spoken, a fat

man with a blood red face arose upon a pedestal,

proclaiming to be the leader of a great congregation who

was pleased to walk in the light of John The Baptist. Upon

his head a glowing droplet of light descended from above,

causing great words to flow spontaneously from his lips.

"Oh ye men of good fortune, ye men of true destiny, forget

not your roots, for today ...you have bore witness to Almighty

God himself!" His chilly sweating body shook until it

convulsed violently.

"Ye foolish children! You wish to reign victorious, but

doubt the victor himself! You blasphemous swine, kneel

down now of suffer a terrible defeat!"

As those very words were spoken those among the crew

then recognized that they had came from the lips of the

supreme ruler. Suddenly the extent of their duty unto all

mankind weighed heavily upon them, and in the wake of this

great revival, all then fell upon the deck and wept for

forgiveness.

The metallurgist, the priest, the carpenter, the bricklayer,

the lowly laborer who had achieved no rank of success in

life....all fell down before the Almighty in repentance of their

sins. Each individual faith swelled into a single body of faith

that even the gods themselves could not shake, and now

they witnessed their extraordinary mission in a vision. It was

from within the brilliant midst of this visionary scene, that

the cradle of The Grand Army teetered to and fro, unleashing

the babe who would rise into glory to conquer all the earth.

Now the glory of that grand army was restored to a height

ten times greater than before!

Satan trembled as he gazed upon that throne of clear

diamond that contained leaping flames of fire. His

countenance grew hysterical and forever intense, his

demons raced to and fro as though their calculating minds

for evil had now grown clouded and confused. In the face of

that advance of this mighty force of men endowed in the

glowing gold of holy glory, those demons who had taken

their residence among men now fled into the belly of the

earth, that they might not suffer a terrible retribution. The

demons below then gathered about the throne of Satan, that

they might confide with him concerning the urgency of the

situation.

From within a simmering pool of ancient blood produced

from the murders of thousands of thousands of saints

sacrificed throughout the course of all time, he gathered the

elements into a single collective heap, in order that they

might allow him to arrive at a more direct approach toward

his immediate situation. As those evils committed on earth

transformed their perceptive countenance into a wide

variety of forms, a pointed iron arose from within the pool's

midst. A heavy blanket of dismal vaporous steam settled

upon those inhabitants of hell, and within that mist the final

decision was dealt out.

It was desired by all those forces that establish evil

imagery deep within the minds of mortal men, that those

forces of evil should intensely direct their attack upon their

own followers, instead of trying to overtake the entire

human race. As a direct result that dismal mist settled upon

those followers of Odin, heaping thousands into that raging

lake of eternal flame that lays in the deepest darkest pit

known.

Now the enemies were forever known unto all, those

followers of that brilliant king of glory, or the dismal king of

the underworld and darkness. Never before in the history of

men had tension been so great!

That Golden armada plowed through those foamy seas

made extremely hazardous by tempest and typhoon. No

matter what form evil contented itself in becoming, still that

great armada made small by huge mountains of waves,

tenaciously plowed forward. With every surge of the wave,

every burst of the gale, the thirst for blood and the thrill of

battle increased within the breasts of the crew. Upon the

dropping of the midnight veil, those warriors valiant and

brave, now stimulated by the intoxication that drives men

deep into the heat of battle.

"Hear me now, oh men of faith, it was I who destroyed

that ancient sea serpent, Zannafalix, with a single swipe of

the double edge! Behold the sight of enemy blood doth only

make men lust for more, even until the very life oozes from

within his own body. Don the same spirit for conquest, allow

it to drape your battle hungry hearts!"

"To battle for God and the Golden Eagle," replied all the

crew in unison!

"Then let us go forth into the heat of the fire, into the

blades of their swords, that we might quench their flame

and shatter their blades, causing them to swear that the

spirit of battle shall never again enter into their somber

hearts! Let the glory of such an accomplishment swell your

hearts with glowing pride!"

"To our arms," roared the crew in unison!

"Then here today I declare, that we shall smite every

ounce of pride from the lips of our foes, causing him to bow

down at our very feet, that he might beg to lick our boots!

The earth is ours to savor, to swell our pride into a glowing

aura, so that all men might come to know that we reign as

mighty supreme conquistador! Let not these words ever be

erased from the grasp of our hearts and minds. Let not the

furious quest for vengeance race from the beacon of your

very existence; for just as surly as these words are spoken,

may they become solid as the granite in the rock of your

faith!"

Libero 17

The Folly Of The Finns

As the armada that housed that most grand of armies

pushed forward upon the deep blue sea in pursuit of those

evil Samurai warriors of the Dragon, the forces of evil once

again caused vulnerable men to move upon the innocents.

A small kingdom trapped between the great hunger of

her neighbors, now forced to side with the persistently evil

enforcers, they vainly claimed the Teutonic Knights to be a

brethren of the same blood. From deep within the soul of

that time honored land, they now boastfully claimed, even

while being greatly outnumbered, that they could even

manage to defeat the Russ who had for centuries remained

successful in the defense of their precious homeland. From

far beyond the the boundaries of the boastful they now

traveled, for not only had they claimed that they could

master a defeat, but so boastfully claimed that they could

even defeat the mighty Russ in their own land!

In the wake of this great claim, the Russ tactfully decided

that their enemies allegiance did in fact lie with the

Teutonic Knights. On the movement of the suns rise on the

distant snowy horizon, the mighty Russ charged in to murder

those warriors while they slept in their cozy villages. Both

old and young perished in the wake of their advance, both

male and female, even tiny children at the breast. Babes

were decapitated and their heads boiled in huge caldrons of

brass to solidify their skulls, so that they might be taken into

the Kremlin capitol as elegant ruby inlaid drinking cups for

the royalty.

As that massive army advanced upon the face of the land,

those people of the woodlands deep in the back country had

heard tales of these atrocities, and so they rallied strong

and mighty, that they might turn their adversaries' advance.

For thousands of years those Finnish warriors had

conditioned themselves to withstand extreme elements,

making use of every advantage that mother earth afforded.

Upon many hillsides, even though all other plants had long

since perished, a small plant covered with pine like fuzz

might be seen standing alone, braving all and standing

alone, finally defeating the cold. This plant, when crushed,

could produce a heat in extraordinary amounts. So from this

plant those wise Finns fashioned stuffing for their hide coats

of reindeer fur. The root of this plant resembled that of a

sweet potato, and it's flesh tasted extremely pleasurable;

even when no other food could be found throughout the

land, this was a readily available meal. With this basic

knowledge those wise warriors were fed to overflowing, now

full with new found strength.

The terrain were speckled with numerous water filled

marshes and thickly entangled forests. Deep within their

center was placed fortifications for defense, for by these

they were to become invincible as the forest swallowed

them up.

Upon this formidable terrain the Russ were like children

cast into the dark, unprepared in the ways of that land, they

perished by the thousands. They had came to utilize a new

type of warfare in which they depended totally upon the

ferocity of their weaponry. They were moved to resent the

fact of the Finns ability to out maneuver them, for the years

had welded a brotherhood with the terrain as a superior

defense tactic. With this new confidence burning deep

within their minds, and a dark hatred for the Finnish people

burning deep into their hearts, their rush into battle with no

considerations of logistics, caused them to die by the

multitudes.

Those trails upon which they had so dutifully trodden

were simple to follow, for it was littered with hundreds of the

bodies of their fallen comrades as the ragged line made it's

way across the barren ice blanketed mountains. As those

drooping ragged lines paraded past the rows of cannonade

and catapult obscured within the bushes of the marsh, a

massive bombarding onslaught erupted. The belching flame

and mud gleamed so intensely that it's brilliance

transformed night into day. The Russ instantly fell back, and

those terrible Teutonic overlords demanded that those Finns

race forward to massacre the stragglers.

On skies a few scattered fragments of men suddenly

appeared from deep within the entanglement, now

multiplied into a mighty host of warriors, strong and healthy

they were, a health acquired from satisfying nourishment,

and full of new courage wrought from the rim of the ale cup.

With crossbow and sword they would deliver a hail of death

upon the worn, hungry, and tattered Russ. Those once

valiant and feared, were now reduced into the state of

helpless children by the hand of their own ignorance, even

though their conquering enemies lacked the tools for

modern warfare!

The Finnish warrior rejoiced aloud in his acts of murder as

the invaders continued to push forward, for now he

possessed modern weapons of war acquired from the dead

to support those ancient weapons that he already held.

Murdering the invaders had been simple, as though their

invading enemies had been children instead of men.

But then a great and terrible vengeance was delivered

upon the heads of the Finns who had murdered the Russ at

will on the onset of their invasion. Throughout those Finnish

villages and towns, where sidewalks and highrises

degenerated the natural terrain, those multitudes were

helpless in the wake of the invasion. It was on this

landscape that the Russ first placed the foot of their

invasion. Their fire raged through buildings and wooden

sidewalks, the fire causing the inhabitants to flee in mass

numbers for their very lives! Those terrible invaders

murdered all, young and old, male and female, never letting

up as those gut wrenching cries of pain became so loud that

one would cringe and cover his ears. Those ones of the city

were a different breed from their fellows in the country, who

held the time honored traditions of the ancients alive and

holy.

In the kingdom of the Golden Eagle many men became

sorrowful at the plight of the Finns, for many were family

members who had long since departed from their old

lineage. Though they had forgotten their brethren abroad by

name, when their blood ran cold upon the ice, screaming for

vengeance, those of their same blood bond answered their

call for justice and demanded an unswerving response.

Many shiploads of arms were transported across those

sapphire waters of the far north, so that they might aide the

Finns in that manner. But the Almighty thwarted the attempt

at giving them aide, for the Finns were paying a just debt for

their pact with those evil Teutonic Knights. A dark veil had

been weaved and cast over the eyes of the sons of men as a

means of directing sympathy toward their home land, but

the call of their evil pack would scream guilty so loud that it

could never be ignored.

For many moons the Finns had consistently proven

themselves superior to any Russ offensive, but on the

seventh month that glorious sun had began to shine, melting

away their safety net of darkness.

Sympathy had arisen for the Finns who were blood

brothers to those Teutonic Knights. In a shroud of dismal

ignorance the world indirectly defended the obscured

policies of those evil Teutonic Knights. Even in the light of

their brilliant snow and ice strategy, the wrath of the

Almighty was delivered upon them in full force. Their small

engagements were extremely inefficient, for it was to

foreshadow the turning point of evils' rage upon the face of

the earth. Through the defeat of dark forces the earth was to

be shown how it could be swayed into the support of evil

though the thick intoxicating cloud of ignorance which

prevailed throughout the ends of all the earth. For years the

sacred scriptures of the prophet Daniel had declared the

rise of evil, and the support of those evil kings by every

mortal son of man. These sacred words had been the

subject of disdainment by those unwise and doubting

faithless, and the facts stood to prove how truly all mankind

could be completely swayed and led to believe lies at the

expense of self evident truth. Men who refused to

acknowledge the spiritual and supernatural wholeheartedly

followed the lowest leagues of mortal men, even to the very

point of declaring the most depraved men as being equaled

to the God Of the Universe!

Those terrible catapults flung many lead weights while

the dark barreled cannon belched fire, brimstone, and

swirling clouds of smoke, while the Russic tenacity

hammered away at the defenses of the Finns. Though highly

outnumbered and grossly out armed, their reign of fire and

lead was endless. This brought a great anger upon the

Finnish warriors. Roaring cannonade and ballast cast flying

fire hardened balls that arched high above, exploding into

the very earth inside the Finnish stone walled fortifications.

As the might of the explosions weighed heavily upon the

underside of those walls the structures began to lift inch by

precious inch. Soon those Finnish cannon, ballast, catapult

and arrows were all rendered useless, their pieces all

hammered into the dust of the earth.

The Russ now, whose spirits were enlightened by a

hungering lust for blood, their souls lifted up from the

delusion of eminent defeat, rushed forward upon the

fortress, scaling the walls and burrowing underneath. Their

advance was so intense that the flow of warriors appeared

to be endless before the wretched eyes of the Finns. Sword

rose against sword, knives sank into both breasts, cannon

roared against cannon, but now the odds were with the

Russ! The Russ produced a flow of men who poured forth

from the very harsh heart of their homeland. Their advance

was merciless, soon their mighty muscled arms had smitten

the Finns a terrible blow. All of their dead were scattered

about as though they had been cast from the high heavens

above. Though many had massive gashes within their very

breasts, the chilling effects of those very winds reduced all

the blood into a mere trickle, frozen dead upon the earth

they were, like statues chiseled from the stone of the high

mountains. The few Finnish warriors who now remained

alive fled before the terrible advance of the Russ. Few lived

to ever see their homes again, and if they did return unto

their farms, their homes were reduced into the powdery ash

of defeat!

Libero 18

The Great Folly Of The Teutonic Knights

Lengthy lines of armor plated knights marched in a

north eastern direction, their god king loudly proclaiming

that they were predestined to rule a mighty host of

unconquered men. With lance, knife, and sword in hand they

then marched forward, impervious to any cry for mercy that

might be cast upon their ears by those bloodied victims of

the conquest. The coming attack was justified in the minds

of those knights now arrayed in such glittering armor, for

their brothers were attacked on a whim by those miserable

Laplander who thrive upon the refuse of reindeer. Even if the

unjustified attack had not taken place, those weary columns

of warriors would still be forced to march deep into the

frozen north, impervious to the the ice and the resurgence of

the terrible enemy by those inflaming words from their

glorious king.

Listen, it was declared two centuries ago prior that the

frozen land must suffer conquest, for the prize hoarded

beneath that thick crust of ice and hardened snow is more

valuable and abundant in that particular area, more so there

than anywhere else in the realm of mortal men. In the same

manner as that great French conqueror who marched

forward once upon a time ago, so those Teutonic Knights

now marched forward in endless battle columns that

extended as far as the eye could see, toward the heart of the

Muscovite. Hereby, it was declared by their god king, that

they should reign victorious, remaining unshakable even in

the thickest of fights; and so they proceeded forward with a

new strength and energy by listening to those dark words.

Across the fields and woodland meadows they marched

forward, hoping to find the children carefully tending their

flocks. They silently hoped that they might discover the

women of the working households tending the soiled

laundry of those men who labored away in the fields for both

food and profit.

When the knights first set foot upon that frozen land they

were full of energy, not a single worry had filled their heads,

for they just knew that the thriving land would support them

in a time of need. As they marched deeper into the frozen

north the ice began to appear consistent, endless in

extension. With their eyes cast upon the distant horizon,

they walked onward hoping that the tundra of the land might

reveal the smoke column of a homestead, or that the ice

might transform into pasture, thriving with flocks of fattened

sheep. As their columns passed through the countryside,

they were shocked to see that all the homesteads had been

reduced into smoldering cinders by an army who had robbed

them of their conquest! Once thriving fields of grain had

been reduced into mounds of powdery ash. They marched

onward in search of another area that might offer morsels to

serve as nourishment to those warriors doomed to die a slow

cruel death. With no other choice at hand, they continued in

a forward march, only discovering a scorched and plundered

landscape. Their disciplined advance had now transformed

into a frightened hysterical search. Every standing bush was

searched, every log overturned, still not a single morsel had

been left undisturbed. Every beast had been slaughtered by

the inhabitants in the wake of their retreat. Nothing

remained but the endless curvature of a charred and barren

landscape. Still those terrible Teutonic knights continued in

their forward march deep into this barren charred

wasteland. As they marched forward, their god king

declared that they should continue in this march as though

they were possessed by some motivating demon of blood

lust.

Those opened meadows that once spawned melodious

song birds and free reigning roebuck right along side

rolling, playing children, were now silenced as the dead in a

graveyard. Those legions now marched forward upon the

once thriving landscape now scorched black with the ash of

retreat, hoping to defile queens and plunder the wealth of

great kings. For a month they marched forward, consumed

with the lust of demons, consumed with visions of pagan

war gods dancing in their heads.

The force of the march increased, for the time was forever

drawing nearer and the span of warm, cozy security was

drawing to an end. As those people retreated farther and

farther into the vastness of the countryside, they soon were

halted by the sea at the farthermost boarders of their land,

and still those Teutonic Knights marched onward, even into

their very face!

For two thousand years their most ancient of cities had

remained true unto it's motherland, free of conquest

because of the vastness of the kingdom, the falling snow

and ice sheets, and the distance an army would have to

travel with out being able to resupply.

That fog of security had now been raised. Behold the city

walls tumbled into ruin, consumed by wretched fire and

cinders. The inhabitants fled helplessly into the streets only

to be splattered like mud by the thunder of the Teutonic

cannonade. Women fell like logs, forced to satisfy demonic

vengeful urges desperate for the warmth of new flesh.

Homes were raised and the common men slaughtered for

their lack of wealth. Children were seized up as slaves, for it

was known that their vulnerability would transform them

into mighty warriors, who one day would surge forward into

the countryside arrayed in a glorious armor, to do battle

against those of their own blood! The elders, who could

neither labor, produce offspring, or offer battle advice, were

reserved for special cessions of brutal tortures; making

sport for those Teutonic Knights in the midst of their

conquest by holding a massive bonfire festival, with each

man taking more than his fair share from the ale horn.

The armored knights rode forth into glory, pushing the

tattered enemy backward into the ice capped landscape.

The great port city of Odessa fell to blood soaked hands,

that Teutonic god king glorified the conquers and swore to

degenerate the conquered into a state of total degradation.

Their wretched egos swelled into a state of illusion, they

conceived the notion that they were invincible, blind they

were to the fact that Satan now ruled their minds!

Warriors thick with an armor of bulging muscle raged

forward swinging jewel handled swords to sever the heads of

fleeing innocents. Thousands perished from great brutality.

Mothers with child in arm; suddenly their babes were torn

from their loving grasp, then dashed into blood soaked bits

upon the cobbled stone of the streets. Those gentle ladies

themselves were stripped, their garments ripped from their

quivering naked bodies only to be cast out into the streets in

plain view of the surrounding neighborhood, doomed to a

constant brutalization in that most degrading manner that

all women fear. With each woman that fell before their

brutal onslaught they would continue their advance,

rejoicing in their victories.

Deep inside their own homeland a glorious celebration

was held in the dark of nine. Their god king proclaiming a

triumphant celebration to be held from boarder to boarder to

honor their recent victory. As they rejoiced, now, they would

declare, they would share their rightful place in dominion

over those mortals of earth whom they were predestined to

dominate.

"Unto us," they chanted in unison, "was it declared by

the creator through our king, that we are to rejoice in the

dominion of earth. Here before us is Odin, long lost but now

returned, awaken from a thousand years of slumber. Now

shall we forever reign victorious!"

From within his throne of clear diamond and fire the

Almighty patently viewed the declarations of greatness

dreamed by a people whose eyes were obscured from the

genuine truth. In the wake of their advance they had enjoyed

a conquest while under the influence of Lucifer, now the

moment of their redemption was in their hands, time to

repent or suffer a devastating cruel destruction.

Vixenvaldorious, the god spirit of the ghosts who

influence the arrival of the great ice winters, was suddenly

unleashed from the can of jade concealed deep within the

far corner of the earth. Those Teutonic Knights had known

of his annual release, and had conspired to conquer the land

before the time of his rein upon the great kingdom. Already

now were the leaves of trees tumbling towards the earth,

signifying his gradual consuming dominion over the land. His

gentle puffs of air tossed many a long maned warrior into a

frenzy of hair knots, rendering his hair useful only for the

purpose of remaining in his sweethearts jewelry box.

Ice wind moved across the Russic landscape, propelled by

the hand of Almighty God. Ice particles saturated the very

wind, transforming the atmosphere into a cold, blustery

terror. The spirit of winter had just begun his audacious

consumption of summer. Still the Teutonic Knights dreamed

that conquest would conclude before the fury of his advance

would complete. With the numbing coldness of old man

winter soon to be upon them, the Teutonic Knights

heightened the fury of their rage across the scorched

landscape of the Russic homeland.

Many of the Russ were shot down upon the streets of cold

stone. The homes of the men were atrociously plundered,

great works of literature and paint cast about upon the snow

covered streets.

Tolstoy the great, whose magic with words inspired

common men into greatness, now his letters were cast into

the wind. The atmosphere of his sacred sepulcher was

desecrated, his bones cast forth upon the cold soil. Forever

was his spirit doomed to roam aimlessly throughout the

countryside until late at night, one thoughtful caring

gentleman replaced them by the light of the full moon, to

rest once again.

A master composer, Tchaikovsky, whose works were

reduced into shreds, now every physical memoir was erased

forever from the face of all the earth.

During the days of their ignorance the disarrayed

Teutonic warriors fell victim to the savage winds of the

winter spirit. Ragged and tattered, they were, from a

reemergence deep within the interior of the battle's

churning midst. Entire bodies of men were frozen solid,

covered by a thin sheet of ice, forever dead, his life's blood

frozen within his very veins. Feet worn bare from constant

travel were reddened by the ice and snow covered

landscape. Boots that once appeared strong as the armor of

iron that donned their bodies, now were worn into rags by

the rigors of constant travel. Their bared feet that now lay

exposed to the cold of the elements, were bound in rags to

preserve them from harms way. Their faces, under the

command of their leaders, shaven beardless, chapped raw

by the freezing wind, took on a greenish hue, forever dead by

the chill factor's onslaught. As the once mighty armies'

advance slowed into a small trickle, many a once valiant

warrior collapsed dead upon the ice and snow, forever

grasping upon the illusion of mortal conquest until he lay

slumbering deep in the grave.

The horrors were mounting as many weather hardened

Cossacks launched devastatingly brisk attacks upon those

advancing Teutonic hoards. One by one they fell to the sure

shooting of those nomads. They were repaid in blood for

their transgressions. Never had they expected this battle to

endure to such an extent, and many who were still alive

sank deep into the murky sea of disillusionment.

As time continued upon it's descending path, the ice and

snow fell from the sky like an endless flood that never

ceases. The powdery mist drifted downward, propelled by

the forces of unseen spirits that dominate the aura that

enshrouds all natural elements. Nature, whose course is

directed by the Lord, Jehovah, conspired to unleash her

onslaught of icy death upon those evil Teutonic legions in

the same manner as was once unleashed upon the great

French conqueror.

From high above fell the icy elements, consistently

pelting, plunging the mercury far below the coldest records

that were ever recorded. The very hair upon the head of men

transformed into a heavy icy mass, which when allowed to

thaw, transformed into a mushy slush that drained the

strength from the mighty and the health from all otherwise

healthy. The Teutonic god king had promised that victory

would come quickly, and so he had demanded that they only

carry only the most necessary of personal items. The

powdery blanket of death obscured any food that the earth

might have to offer, forcing their wanting stomachs to suffer

the crazed agonies of starvation. Their very blood demanded

that nourishment be delivered unto the mind and throbbing

heart, and so since none was offered, it was wrested from

the body muscle, causing a great weakness to fall upon the

warriors. In the course of a fortnight those legions that

once numbered seven hundred thousand strong now

numbered only a quarter of that count.

Eastward those doomed legions plodded, now shattered

into bits by the forces of the elements, but consumed by a

new conviction, a new order for the conquest of the Russ.

From the south the arms of the legion now divided,

conspired to merge upon the banks of the mighty Volga, to

display seized swords of battle and loot wrested from the

hands of the dead.

Forward raged the air brigade, the mighty birds of war

constructed to deliver an all consuming devastation upon

any helpless foe. Upon a lone hillside over looking the Volga

halted the legion, peering through the floating powdery mist

of the glittering ice, upon the reflection of those city

buildings as the rays of sunlight brilliantly clashed with that

of the powder that cast forth a brilliance that caused the

eyes to become blind,mortal eyes all consumed by the glory!

Ancient cathedrals rang their holy bells in order to soothe

the hearts of men who gazed forward in the powdery

distance, men who sang hymns of sacred glory to the one on

high, that they might not suffer the cutting sword of defeat.

A few men in the distance suddenly realized the futility of

their Lord's aims, those of whom were now influenced by the

creator's hand. Now those men were blessed with the warm

knowledge of love for their fellow man, wishing to spread it's

soothing message, but were silenced with death by those

evil ones of the high command.

The piercing hum of the flying fortress that sang those

tunes of destruction numbered in the hundreds were

suddenly discerned in the distance. Now passing overhead

they raged forth upon that city of ice; an awesome pelt of

fire and roaring thunder commenced to shatter the peace

with massive earth shattering explosions, sending huge

columns of billowing smoke into the heights of high heaven

above.

From the advance of the air brigade the city inhabitants

were pinned with their backs to the Volga, oh how did they

vow to battle until the last man fell, the final whispers of life

wrought from their gurgling throats. Those terrible legions

raced forward with a mighty huzza, both young and old

prepared to eradicate glory from the destruction of the

precious. A single mass of singing swords and waving wands

of war poured across the mighty Volga. Crimson blossoms of

death unfolded before each charging body of men, some

within their midst expelled their souls into the berth of high

heaven. In a single battle cheer the two raging masses now

became one. In a single sweep swords severed necks,

causing blood drenched heads to bounce downward upon

the sloping banks of the Volga, rolling, bouncing against

stones and brush until they plopped into the water murky

with disturbed sand and mud. From every corner, every ditch

roared with the somber voice of the cannonade, belching

fire and smoke high as they spoke their proclamation of

doom and death. The mighty archways of those graceful

cathedrals suddenly collapsed in the glory of a single

explosion. Massive walls of brick and mortar that had stood

solid in the winds of centuries, brazenly declaring the

architectural genius of the ancient Romans, suddenly

collapsed into a heap of ruin and degradation. Behold the

coffee shop of old that had served the finest to those mighty

warriors of Frederick The Great, the opera house, all lay

reduced into nauseating heaps of rubble.

The forces of destruction weighed heavily upon the Russ,

but their will remained untarnished, for they were

preordained to rise into a great assembly of men, for their

purpose in the fulfillment of future phases in the master

plan lay awaiting the annuals of time.

'Twas on this very instant during the height of the great

slaughter, that the strength of the Almighty consumed every

warrior, every mind of the Russ, and their men then became

strong as Sampson, delivering a surge of might into the face

of the Teutonic Knights. A single Russic warrior now

delivered death unto dozens of the evil ones. Those dull

lusterless swords of plain iron were instantaneously

transformed into jewel encrusted grips gleaming with

glittering blades of silver glaze. The luster of this brilliance

gleamed and glittered so intensely that the Teutonic Knights

fell blinded by their glory. Those blades were thin as razors,

splitting floating feathers as they fell, cast forth by a opened

hand. In a single slash whole arms were severed from the

shoulder, the blood gushing forth in frothy squirts, falling

elegantly upon the earth as though it were gingerly being

poured from the rim of an elegantly decorated ale horn.

Heavy stones were cast high into the sky by arms swelling

with new found strength offered by the generosity of the

Almighty. Their javelins soared gracefully as though they

rode upon downy winged eagles, impaling themselves deep

into bodies pushed forward to shield oncoming warriors. The

Teutonic arms were vain, only possessing an elegant

brilliance in order that the enemy might be dazzled by the

glitter of their empire, now hoping that they might be

swayed into helping the Teutonic cause. Through the metal

sheeting of the Teutonic armor their javelins pierced as

though it were constructed of damp straw. Straight and true

their javelins had flown, impaling the helmets or the armor

less necklines of the men.

Their men collapsed in huge waves, their legs only turning

to flee in dishonorable retreat. The Russic victors now halted

these once mighty warriors who thrived in the light of evil

imaginings, kneeling to fire a volley of arrows from elegantly

carved bows born from the boughs of simple yew trees. As

the Teutonic Knights fled from the overwhelming wave of

death, the heavens opened up, raining down a hail of arrows

that pierced the armor plating as though constructed of

leather bags filled with water. Their comrades in arms

collapsed in droves at the heels of their flight, now seized up

in the arms of death, their faces frozen in agony for the

duration of all eternity.

Overwhelmed by the immense fright concerning the

embodied strength of the Russ, those Teutonic knights now

fled in fear from the forward advance of those surging

hoards. A piercing huzza rose high, a bellowing war cry for

blood as vengeance for their heinous crimes against

humanity. For their smashing of the skulls of newborns with

the toes of their boots, allowing the screaming cries to echo

deep inside the hearts of men for the duration of all eternity.

Behold those cries from the souls of their lost warriors,

crying from the dead for the living to avenge the degradation

that they were forced to endure. Such forces compelled the

Russ to mercilessly deliver slashing blows with the battle ax,

to impale heads with heavy spears with out even the

slightest indication of compassion. For seven days and

seven nights the Teutonic warriors fled, for the sands of time

that had measured the length of their horrible reign had now

depleted. Upon the distant palm covered shore, the ancient

guardian of time, Calypso, allowed the sand clock of those

Teutonic knights to rest, their sand chamber had emptied.

Now the spirit of Jehovah commenced to weigh heavily upon

the hearts of mankind.

From the heads of their petrified dead were wrested their

handsome helmets crafted with such supreme elegance.

From their breasts were wrested their coats of mail that

would now shield the breasts of their foes from the sword

attacks of their creators. From their very sides were seized

up their mighty swords sworn to battle and total conquest,

now to sever the heads from the bodies of their own

creators. Though the legions had now withdrawn, their spirit

for battle and blood depleted, circumstances now compelled

the Russ to race forward in pursuit of their prey, that they

might wipe those followers of Odin from the earth forever.

Though the Russ as well felt the sizzling stinging bite of

the bitter winter winds, their bodies were much more

accustomed to the rigors of the weather. During their

childhood those children of the Russ were forced to labor in

the fields during the midst of winters' onslaught, with the

howl of the ice wind and the pelting droplets of ice and rain.

From amid the rolling crisp tundra and the ice capped

landscape they learned to forage and live from the few

remnants of wood that great Jehovah so graciously provided.

As a direct result of their lifestyle, those rudiments for

survival became firmly implanted in even the darkest realm

of their intellect. It had taken an entire lifetime to acquire

the knowledge for survival, for it was so true that any

kingdom not of their own origin was forced to endure a

terrible awakening.

Those Teutonic Knights now slowed, worn by lack of

nourishment and the pelting icy freeze delivered by the spirit

of the winds. By now every kingdom of whom they had so

brazenly boasted their superiority, now combined to pursue

and eliminate the greatest of the Teutonic hoards. Behold

the kingdom of the Russ had exhausted the Teutonic

Knights of resources and they had lost thousands and

thousands of men. It was for this reason, my dear brothers,

that the great Teutonic kingdom had now begun it's massive

decline.

Libero 19

A Great Victor Rises Within The Army Of The Free!

Those Teutonic Knights now slowed, worn down by the

lack of nourishment and that constant icy freeze delivered

by the spirit of the winds. By now every kingdom among

those of whom they once mocked as being inferior had

combined to pursue, slaughter and enslave the once great

Teutonic hoards. The high command of their enemies was

crowned superior in every aspect of war and battle strategy;

behold his brilliance now cast a golden aura to radiate forth

upon every son of free mortal men, his honor shall endure

the ages!

His place of birth was upon the farmlands and timber

stands in the kingdom of chief Hiawatha. Never did his

parents ever perceive that they would raise up a warrior

whose strength and glory in battle would rival that of

Sampson and Caesar himself! So this mighty warrior was

crowned king of the command that directed that Grand Army

Of The Golden Eagle, born to lead that high command into

glorious battle to gain supremacy over the entire earth.

Every kingdom and land among those so brutalized by the

Teutonic legions gracefully delivered themselves, both body

and soul, into the very heart of his high command, and upon

his countenance did the Almighty smile a glittering smile

that created the golden aura so adored by every loving being

born of mortal womanhood.

On the leadership of this great warrior, it was declared

that first priority should be placed with the task of

delivering a crushing defeat unto the Teutonic Knights. He

so declared unto his entire realm, that it was within the

twisted sadistic minds of the Teutonic Knights, that the

concept for the domination of all the earth through terror

was conceived, therefore it was possible for the great army

of the righteous to act alone, according to the strategic

placement and need for direct decisive action. In direct

response to this command the army then rerouted,

transforming itself into a noose in order that it might

squeeze the necks of the remaining Teutonic armies. Upon

each and every head was donned a helmet of padded iron

born from Britannica's most cherished foundries, conceived

by those former great masters of warfare. Upon each and

every side was secured a mighty sword donned with jewel

encrusted handles that glittered with such a brilliance in the

midst of the sun's radiant beams, that they blinded entire

legions who leaped forward in the heat of battle excitement!

Deep inside their hearts was inbred an intense desire for

justice only redeemable through combat, and an iron-clad

persistence to conquer! On cream colored stallions striding

majestic and proud, prancing forward into the glory of

combat, that most gallant army of the Golden Eagle rode

forward.

Prior to the history of battle, this concept of total

destruction had never been conceived in hearts of mortal

men. Systematically the Teutonic high command envisioned

war from it's most minute detail forward, even into the very

mathematics of battle, in and of itself. Armies are recruited

from mere civilians who outnumber the ranks of warriors ten

to one, they reasoned, so therefore they should constitute

the lowest rank among all warriors.

Their god king now stood before the entire kingdom of

the Teutonic Knights, giving them his instructions as he

received them from the mouth of Satan himself: "In order

the achieve our goal of conquest over the mortals of earth,

as in all other duties that require assent, we must labor from

the floor upward. We must demonstrate our superiority in all

other areas of their existence. First we must demonstrate

that we have dominion over life itself. This goal may be

reached by using several methods, but the most effective

method is to liquidate the resistance even before they

realize our true intentions."

"Next we must demonstrate that we are superior in the

areas of producing the necessities of life, and that we have

control over the flow of those items."

"Thirdly, we must demonstrate that we are superior on a

personal level. When I speak of this, I especially mean to

direct these words to our use of women. No area of conquest

should be left untouched! These acts on execution in

sequence, in consistency, shall effectively destroy any spirit

for battle left within the minds of the common people, and

destroy the underlings at the same time!"

Even in the act of this encirclement the Teutonic Knights

controlled a great resource base of land and people. Into

peaceful towns, where children sang hymns of praise in

glittering golden cathedrals, those legions of doom marched

straight forth into. Now seizing up those entire

congregations they marched them into the streets one by

one. While they stood in single file they were ordered to

strip, placing all their clothes and belongings into a single

pile. Humiliations and embarrassment swept the faces of

the entire group. No regard was given in concern as to

weather, male or female, all stood in the presence of the

other, for their blood was to spill, the blood of each to bond

and flow as one. Their terrible weapons of thunder and fire

roared, spilling the blood of those multitudes on those

streets of well worn cobblestones, to scream upward into

the ears of the Almighty for him to deliver vengeance upon

the heads of their murders. Those huge piles of clothing and

personal valuables were quickly seized up by the villainous

legions to be donned for warriors starving for blood and

warmth. Cups and crystal glassware used for the purpose of

commune with the holy spirit, were seized up by the soldiers

of Satan, dashed into bits so that they might be melted

down and used for the purpose of war and the Devils'

bidding. When new glittering thunder rods and swords of

war were now made and used for the purpose of war, many

among them said:

"How odd it is, that articles constructed for the purpose

of peace in it's purest form, could now be transformed into a

weaponry so heinous in the service of evil."

Warriors bulging with muscle, mighty in the acts of

brutality, continued to wrest all life from the common

people. Women were forced to serve warriors, both in their

elegant beds as well as to be cooks on the battle front. Men

were savagely bound with fetters of iron, to only endure the

agony in the center of their own floors. From amid the

smoldering cinders of their own homes, iron tongs seized up

glowing fragments of wood and iron, to be placed into the

eyes of those who were so unjustly bound. Children were

forced to labor for the food of their enemies, until they

collapsed into heaps in their own tracks. Small girls were

seized up, forced to indulge in those demented displays of

obscenity, many times with one of her own kind, for the pure

pleasure of those wretched beings.

Even the pillows form their beds were seized up, into

which was poured endless hours of diligent labor

painstaking done in the name of pillaging thread from the

cloth scraps, even these were seized up by the enemy. From

those beds of oak that had spawned generations of their

forefathers, were seized the cotton coverings that so

elegantly draped those beds. The very beds themselves were

dismantled, though they might have remained within that

family for a thousand years prior, and then that precious

article cast into a heap, that they might be used to build a

great bonfire. The treasures of the family, such as jewelry,

even farm implements, were used by those marauding forces

for their own selfish purposes. When these brutalities were

completed, that terrible army would them host a great feast

in their own honor, consuming the food of the people as the

people starved, food that had snatched from the hands of

the innocent.

Into great heaps they would cast forth the wooden

articles so cherished by those honest peasants, and they

would boisterously laugh, bragging about the dishonorable

deeds that they had done in the wake of their advance. In

the midst of their roaring celebration, a wretched hand

appeared from some hidden source to cast a flaming torch

into the center of the once treasured heap. Before the

passing of the first hour the flame leaped high into the

midnight sky, licking frantically at the moon which seduced

those raging flames into a new ferocity through the black

magic of it's golden rays. At the same time, as those leaping

flames climbed higher, the boasting conceit of the Teutonic

warriors increased. In the heat of the merry making the ale

horns were filled with frothy foam, appearing as though it

had been skimmed from the sea during a time of storm and

catastrophe. From the interior of the ale horn poured freely

a frothy courage, an unquenchable desire to perform fresh

acts of brutality. In the midst of the great festivity, an

intoxication fueled by the desire for morbid pleasure induced

by the ale horn, would arise among all those gathered

warriors, driving many into a search for a source of new

sadistic fulfillment. As the celebration continued, the

drinking masses chanted words in their own praise:

"Ye men of new Rome, that city of greatness and home

only to those who are truly holy, lend me your loathsome ear!

It is we who shall inherit the earth, an earth polluted by

man's degeneration and degenerate men themselves, all

wasted flesh for our disposal! It is right, that we should

rejoice amid those ruinous creations of those who conspire

to destroy this precious planet allotted unto us by the great

creator himself! Behold their women were justly placed upon

this earth for our pleasure in their degeneration. Was it not

their filthy hearts who first delighted in birthing sons who

would attempt to degrade us? Was it not they who induced

their men to halt our natural progressiveness? Upon your

conclusion of my questions, then please consider this:

It was we who first owned the land upon which they so

graciously have allowed themselves to occupy. It was deep

inside our boarders, that a great and mighty man was born

of men, then risen into the glory of the gods, that he might

serve as a sole medium between us and the holy spirit.

Since it was predestined that we should wrest this land from

these invaders, and savor our spoils, should we then disobey

a direct order? Come, let us make sport of the prisoners in

order to induce the spirit of festivity into this celebration.

Let us first seize upon the women in order that they might

serve us as objects to gratify our own lusts, that they might

know we are truly admirable men at heart! Let us test the

penetration of our mighty arrows with their children now in

great numbers! Away into this place of enchantment, away

now, for the time of jubilation draws nigh!

Into the streets of the now scorched village raced

multitudes of men in armor. By the hundreds, even

thousands, they came to seek the flesh of women for

plunder. Those tattered women of the village, now obscured

from view amid untouched fragments of tin and wood, soon

grew to detest the roar of the warrior multitudes. Many of

whom suffered hair loss in great patches, were dragged by

the remainder of their hair by strong hands and hearts

consumed by lust, now made fearless by the aura of their

manhood. These women were stripped, their clothes

converted into undergarments for the warriors, and then

systematically molested amid a circle of family and friends

forced to gaze upon that horrible festival of brutality. One by

one each warrior took his turn at making sport of the

tattered lady, until those women expired, their very lives

fleeing from their grasp in a single collapse on those dusty

dirty cobblestone streets!

The lady who was once proud and erect, now reduced into

a heap of shattered flesh and protruding bone......

The girl who has just entered into the trauma of

womanhood.....

behold the girl who is still a mere child at heart....not a

single one of these were spared their terrible fates!

All that night and the following day the brutal sport was

made, until every warrior had taken his due fill. During the

struggle warriors boasted, many taking turns declaring that

they would be the one to bring death to those poor shattered

women. The silver horns of ale were filled until overflowing,

in a cup they had found a reason to allow innocent blood to

flow! Many bodies that lay upon those dust covered

cobblestones were cast into the bonfire. The collective

festive hoard of warriors had now fragmented, a few now

remaining before the roaring bonfire to quench their thirst

for ale in a single huge drought from the horn of silver. Just

for the occasion their plain horns had been exchanged for

those illustrious jewel studded horns studded with blood

ruby and green emerald. These horns were of a quality

designed for the purpose of consuming huge quantities.

Many among them claimed that ale poured from these

magnificent cups was of a certain higher potency. These

men were neither mighty warriors nor among those men

filled with lecherous intentions, but simply wished to

alleviate the stress of battle. The remainder of those men

were content to only continue to harass and abuse the

women who roamed about the streets in tatters.

On the sighting of any elderly man or woman, a shower of

death was instantly delivered upon that person through the

use of fire and lead as the instrument for it's deliverance.

For seven days the brutal festivity continued until the sound

of a gentle babes wail was as remote as the whisper of a

peaceful sighing voice.... No longer did the children leap for

joy or play amid the buildings and fences; no longer did

smiling mothers perch atop their cedar porches to secure an

ever watching eye upon their joyful playing children

below.....No longer did the winds of joy whisper through the

leaves of jasmine, for all true love had now been wrested

from within the heart of the land, like a wet cloth wrought of

the water within.

Throughout all the villages in the land, evil warriors burst

into those storage buildings housing many items

constructed during the formation of the kingdom from many

distant ages now long since passed. Not only were the great

cathedrals plundered, but so were the very homes of the

peasantry, the very cradle of their own existence. Items of

sentimental value, held so precious by families who had

labored intensely in the name of personal prosperity, were

seized from the hands of the elders to me melted down into

utensils destined to serve the cause of their pitiful vanities.

If a single member of these upright and proud households

chose to protest the violations thrust upon them, then the

entire family would be forced to suffer and die as a direct

result. Once the homes were plundered, then the frames

were fired, stoking into roaring flames, into which were cast

screaming babes who would not silence upon command.

In those days, death did not bring rest, for even after the

living had been completely plundered, the roaring legions of

the new Roman order marched forward into the cemeteries

to plunder the wealthy who were interred therein....

In the midst of the glittering moonlit twelfth striking men

felt no fear, for Satan and the spirits of evil applauded their

efforts of dehumanize humanity. Donning great swords, their

belts sagging with a diversity of weaponry, they strode into

the graveyards to thieve and plunder the bones of the

deceased. Many great men protested their insane plunder

but were destroyed, their quivering bodies then cast into the

tomb with the bones of their ancestors. Throughout the

distant hollows of the night their shovels rang as though

they were forced to proceed through sand, fire, and stone.

Soon their shovels would strike with a hollow thud, colliding

upon the time honored sarcophagus of gold and silver inlaid.

The hearts of these warriors would leap high for joy, and they

all would gather about to rip the seal apart, exposing those

dry bones of a gallant while paying homage unto his

homeland during those ages now long since passed into the

void of time. Upon his browned bony hands they would gaze,

wresting rings or inlaid bracelets from his fingers and wrists,

gone were those treasures offered by the family as a rite of

last respects. Upon recovery of those items most precious to

the victims, the dusty bones of the ancients were scattered

about the earth where they had lain, destined to be ground

up into fine powdery bits with the tip of a pickaxe by their

own families now forced into the labor. From the heads of

their resting places were torn the ancient grave markers of

granite. No longer were these tombs of great men, but those

innocent victims who were now cast into the tomb of

oblivion.

Though these men now possessed by the spirit of doom

seemed to persist on extreme gluttony and blood, behold

their transgressions were not allowed to perpetuate, for

their time was drawing neigh! Slowly the great noose of

warriors lain like a snare wire in waiting by the leader of that

most grand of armies, began to tighten it's grip about the

throats of those evil Teutonic Knights and the new Roman

order. Forever pervasive during these consummations of

destruction, was not the prevailing desire to flee, but to sow

the seeds for destruction even into it's highest potential. As

dark clouds commenced to gather about within the heights

of heaven to deliver a punishing blow upon the countenance

of the Teutonic Warriors, so the pace of their flight

increased.

By now the icy freeze of winter had climaxed at it's

highest potential, consistently the sparkling sheets and

pelting rain continued their bombardment, never ceasing,

never having mercy. As that Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle

now tightened it's grip, the elements of nature herself

acknowledged the evil wrought upon the face of the earth by

those sons of Satan, and she rightly attempted to harass

hells' celebration. Upon the countenance of the warriors

she cast mountains of ice and powdery snow, obscuring all

food that the natural world affords. Already the warriors had

been reduced into a small minority, a single collective

battalion, and now their numbers were being reduced into a

sheer void. Tighter and tighter the noose began to close, and

soon that grand army of the Golden Eagle were upon those

terrified knights of the crooked cross.

As the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle marched upon

the hills summit, those Teutonic knights soon knew fear as

they had never known, as their eyes came to behold such

vast numbers of warriors sworn to do battle against them.

Enshrouded by an aura of yellow moonbeams the first of the

Golden Eagle's legion approached, swinging mighty swords

of glowing bronze and blood soaked ruby inlaid grips. In

overwhelming fright those Teutonic knights cast aside their

elegant armor, fleeing forward consumed in disorienting

hysteria as that Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle marched

forward, forcing them into a single corner of men that the

design of their own formation had allowed.

From side to side the Teutonic knights raced in search of

an exit point. Now without armor they were, for they neither

imagined nor even knew that the Grand Army Of The Golden

Eagle had surrounded them. Consumed in great fright, they

were, and doomed to make that fatal stupendous blunder.

Erhard Faust, swordsman both daring and bold, leaped

forth like a lion offering to do battle with the hyena. Above

his head he swung high his sword of iron, slashing the throat

of a quiet reverent man of whom was much loved and

respected by the entire battalion. Upon the discovery that

this humble man had suffered the humiliation of having his

life's blood spilled so unjustly, the entire mass of men raced

forward to do battle, enraged at the death of their own

innocent. The entire earth, as far as the eye could behold,

rang vibrantly with the ringing clash of mighty sword against

mighty sword. The Teutonic knights whose swords worn thin

through constant use, would be forced to suffer the

degradation of having a prized sword shattered, then his

body was laid to waste on the open plains, so that the

buzzards flying high above might have a chance to settle

down and take their fill.

But suddenly, as those grand soldiers of the Golden Eagle

attempted to route the survivors into formation, a slight

fracture in that formation allowed the Teutonic knights room

to escape, and their men made a mad dash for freedom,

causing a systematic confusion that allowed this fracture to

expand. Quick as rushing crystal water in a wood side creek

bed the Teutonic warriors fled, though half starved and

naked they may be. On toward the great expansive Egyptian

desert they raced in order that they might seek to unite with

the Romans, to merge as one to do battle in the name of

world conquest.

"May the gods aide us into glory," they screamed with a

new ardor as they fled.

It was within the midst of the Teutonic legions that their

greatest warrior, one who had now fled every attempt of his

pursuers to liquidate his ranks, was now jeering and

mocking the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle, declaring

even before Almighty that he should never suffer defeat. Up

until that date every attempt to extinguish his legion had

failed, and as he fled into that most ancient of lands owned

by the Pharaohs of old, a test of wits and courage was

placed before him.

The Caledonia had combined forces with the Britons, and

the unit now composed as a single force that marched

forward into the heartland of the Pharaohs. To the north of

this glorious land was the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle

pushing downward, that they might merge upon the Teutonic

front with the Britons at the back side. These mighty men

embellished with the glory that the Almighty had bestowed

upon them, now raged forward to conquer with a new

courage and conviction wrought from deep within. All

Teutonic interests were now at stake, and each side was

determined to do battle in it's most brutal fashion.

Those Teutonic hoards, now fully realizing the seriousness

of their dilemma, they grew fearful, for they could neither

retreat nor advance to the south. With their backs to the

wall they were doomed to die cruel deaths, all consumed in

the glory of battle. An attempt was made by them to retreat

farther south, and as the Teutonic warriors turned, they were

then met by those violent sons of the Pharaoh raging toward

them straight forward. The mighty cannon roared, causing

the very sky above to open up, releasing a hail of boulder

like projectiles that exploded upon the earth like

numberless blossoms of death. Flying fragments cast forth

by those death blossoms ripped and shattered even the

most durable of cannon cast in the foundries of the entire

Teutonic Kingdom, ripping out the hearts of even the

mightiest of their warriors. With this awesome display the

knights melted backward, digging themselves into the earth

to make a last stand for their Fatherland.

In the shimmering distance where the clear sapphire sky

met the golden sands of the vast desert, from there the

Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle appeared as a continuous

dark streak that stretched as far as the eye could behold.

The streak moved nearer as those men of Satan's legions

gazed forward in great awestruck dismay. Soon the streak

appeared as a bobbing line, then it was clearly visible that

the bouncing men were mounted, advancing heartily with

sword and lance both at hand. As the troops neared, and

view of the riders fully materialized before the advancing

columns, from the far left the somber barrel of the Teutonic

Cannon cast high a massive deluge of black water and

roaring flame, roaring a roar greater than the mighty lions of

the Congo plains, allowing a mist of powdery smoke to

settle upon the damp earth below. The deafening explosions

lifted clouds of sand high, shattering the front of the Grand

Armies' advance; but from among the troops rang out a

battle charge more ferocious than any ever released by the

sons of mortal men. So great was this roar of human voice

that it aroused great visions of courage from deep within the

hearts of every man among their ranks. Even if one among

them chose to remain silent, chills ran through his very veins

only to tingle his very spine, pushing him forward to excite

him into radiant glory! So great was this charge that the very

earth beneath their feet trembled as that onslaught raged

onward!

Every cannon and catapult was mustered forth as the

raging masses of men advanced upon the Teutonic Knights,

warriors determined to deliver a complete destruction on

those evil lords of brutality. To the west of the Grand Armies'

triumphant charge lay a battery of cannon and catapult so

great that it's roar shattered those drums of flesh in each

and every warrior's ears round about. Behold a hail of

massive projectiles fell into the entrenched legions of

Teutonic men, causing them to flee, for the harvest by the

angel of death had been great. The very best of the two

kingdoms met, combined as a single brawling force upon

the field of battle, each with a burning determination to

destroy the other as though the Almighty himself had

commanded them to do so. The brilliant sun above cast forth

intense shimmering waves of midday light burning the

tender skin of the entrenched men, but still they fought on

undaunted, swayed by the belief that their mission on earth

was to destroy their fellow man.

Those huge battalions raged forward, sword clashing

against sword, lance singing against lance, and death

reaping a mighty vast harvest, while streams of blood flowed

ankle deep. Cannon roared and smoke both blinded and

chocked the very breath from those warriors who were now

driven into disillusionment and disorientation. So great

were those masses of men and beast, and their

determination to succeed in battle, that for seven days the

assault raged on. At times those battalions of the Golden

Eagle would advance, then at times the Teutonic Knights

would advance on the field of battle.

On the fifth day of the great battle, those men of the

Golden Eagle commenced to grow fain and weak, losing

hope from the intense long fray, and then their commander

offered up a prayer unto the Almighty on high, that he might

place his hand upon their shoulders and raise them up into a

new nourishment and might.

High upon his sacred throne of crystal clear diamond, ice

and fire, the Almighty sat viewing the proceedings of that

battle in the midst of the clear crystal table placed before

him by his angelic servants. He acknowledged that his

mortal warriors had grown fain and weak, and that the

Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle's victory was of an utmost

in importance toward the consummation of his awesome

plan. Within the floors' midst was positioned a small vase,

and it was through this vase that the voice of mankind

trickled upward, then fell upon the ears of Almighty God. As

his ears beheld the wailing, pain ridden moans of his people

in great need, he was compelled to answer their cries lest

they should suffer a terrible defeat.

Above that crystal table he outstretched his arms of

bronze, setting his glinting eyes of flaming coals upon the

door of horrors, transferring his waves of thought from

himself into the minds of the Grand Armies' best warriors

who were now destined to reign supreme, wise and mighty

among all men, arms now bulging with new found strength

and all hearts pounding with new found courage. Forward

they all now rushed into the very heat of battle, like wild

demons from the fury of hell's hottest fires. In single sweeps

of their double edged swords heads fell like melons severed

from the blood of the vine; thus the Teutonic Knights only

fell like flies when the air about is thick with a poisonous

mist.

Truly victory lay in the hands of the Almighty himself, for

his spirit and might had entered into the flesh of his mortal

children, and their might and processes of thought were

those of his own! Like raging ants of fire the warriors of the

Golden Eagle rushed forward, intoxicated by the spirit of

Almighty God, to envelope all those enemies of love and

peace, utterly crushing the vitality from the whole body of

evil men! As the mighty bombardment and charge covered

the snow blanketed countryside, the swollen, torn bodies of

those terrible Teutonic warriors lay scattered like ragweed

on the sandy edges of a grain field. They were to suffer, for

their constitution was destruction, and so in accordance

with the holy scriptures, they reaped the harvest that they

had sown.

Even in the victory the Lord had not seen fit to deliver a

total destruction, for the evil of men had not fully climaxed

to the extent most necessary for consummation of his

eternal plan. Few among mortal men understood or were to

ever understand his intentions, for just a chosen few can

mentally contain the extensive details of that most

awesome plan! To the amazement of all, a very few among

that shattered Teutonic legion escaped, destined to

combine with the sympathetic forces to the north.

Within the lands of peace and good will, which so

wholeheartedly embraced those sacred virtues of Judaism

and Christianity, rose upward into the heavens a mighty

roaring Huzza, giving all praise unto the Lord for their own

victory and preservation! For the Almighty himself, this day

was truly one of the most joy filled days since the very

creation of the earth, for his own people had acknowledged

him, and him alone, as their shinning knight in golden

armor, the victor of all victories, both in the mortal world and

the world of the spirits, as well as being their most gracious

father of unlimited mercy. All the credit for the about face

went unto him, and he smiled down upon them, filled unto

overflowing with the new found conviction that his own

children had now acknowledged their weaknesses and were

begging him to intervene, to preserve them from harm's way.

Hence forth he vowed that righteous men should be limited

in the number of suffering days, and he caused the sands of

time to increase the stream of their flow.

Their great need had explained itself to the Grand Army

Of The Golden Eagle, and they would all fall down before her

feet, begging for aide against the merciless tyranny that had

so ruthlessly dominated all their lives. So the mightiest

leaders of mankind met on the seventh day of the seventh

month, meeting deep inside a massive palace of pure

marble to the discuss the circumstances, and conceive new

plans for conquest over their aggressors.

In the midst of their deep discussions, a rumble of

thunder abruptly roared, causing the walls of the building to

tremble, and the room became intensely warm; as those

strong men gazed about in great wonder, a brilliant cloud of

glowing radiant light gently settled within their midst. They

were baffled as to how they would approach a new attack,

but as that cloud settled among them, a great plan of

conquest commenced to unravel from deep within the

innermost depths of their souls.

In the vision of conquest that they beheld, a great and

mighty leader of men wrested bands of glowing light from

the midst of the brilliant sun above, winding each band

around every warrior who constituted his army. From the

heights of the midnight sky he wrested streaks of blue flame

from which he fashioned swords more sturdier than any ever

known to the sons of men before! From within the midst of

the earth's boiling center wrested he a mighty shaft of

molten metal, and into each out stretched hand was placed

this shaft. From the center of the Grand Army Of The Golden

Eagle marched forward their main legion and their

fragmented counterparts who were scattered eastward, in

order that they might give battle to those sons of that

treacherous Dragon whose allegiance with the Teutonic

Knights was steadfast. From this they then came to know

that their first mission was to destroy the power of the

Teutonic god king, and then compress those evil sons of the

Dragon. So they conceived plans in order to launch a

massive invasion.

From glowing uranium, titanium, and plutonium in

combination with iron, was fashioned the strongest of armor

plating to ever be designed by the sons of mortal men.

Naked they were then made to stand, so that they might be

purged of the impurities obtained from unclean spirits. As

their insufficient armor was cast aside, a great leaping fire

was built within the heaps' midst, and from those searing

flames raced a thousand sickly hued vomit green demons

who bore the sole instructions from Satan himself to wreak

disaster upon the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle. Like a

glowing green stream they raced, temporarily transforming

into patterns of those long since dead men who once

contained them, only to wreak havoc in their lives as they

carried them about. Then fire from heaven streaked round

about, severing as tree in half, and into it's stump poured the

evil stream, pouring back into the bowels of the flaming lake

below, where they were instantaneously liquidated by Satan

for failing achieving their objective.

Upon heavy massive shoulders the seraphim placed the

glowing radiant armor. The wind licked their flowing locks of

hair as though every spirit within the courts of heaven were

present.

Upon every head was strapped a helmet of bronze

encased in a sheet of crystal clear diamond that no

projectile could ever pierce, even though cast forth by the

mightiest mortal arms!

Within every hand was secured a sword fashioned from

lightening and fire, whose power was obscured even from

their very own high command!

When the last man had received his articles of war, a

great bellowing HUZZA arose from the very midst of The

Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle. From sea unto shinning

sea rang great cheers of ardent gallantry, men predestined

by Almighty God himself to reign triumphant even in the heat

of the worst battle! As that mighty surging roar drifted to

and fro among those triumphant warriors, a gust of midday

wind briskly seized a small fragment of the battle cry,

casting it down like a gentle fluttering shower of rain upon

bitter Teutonic ears. Their great master of doom, their god

king, then gazed about wondering if those ancient ghosts of

hell had turned against them, wondering if their own doom

was neigh. Many of them raced forward into the streets,

slashing their own dripping hearts from deep within the

midst of their own breasts. Fear now arose in the minds of

their lords who had inspired their rise into evil, and now

many came to realize that they had sold their souls to Satan

for a pathetic lie, and for their sins they would now pay for

all eternity, and their sons and daughters as well. Still many

more continued to betray their own people by encouraging

them to make war and slaughter the innocent.

Behold they know not, nor do they understand, for my plan

was there from the start, is in place now, and will be so for all

eternity!

Libero 20

The Great Battle For Gaul

The Defeat of New Rome

Upon those golden sanded beaches of the Gallic

northwestern coast line sailed the iron sided armada while

enveloped in a veil of darkness. They halted, cast anchor

aside, then released those triumphant warriors who poured

forth like demons racing across the plains of hell to feast on

new souls! Silent as a prowling fox they crept forward along

the coastline....Quick as a tiger's pounce they then

positioned each battalion in strategic localities, so that a

single thrust from the entire body might flush the enemy into

the slaughter.

In the trenches those most gallant of men now concealed

themselves, patiently they awaited the climb of the orange

sun to sear away the veil of damp mist. Finally the golden

sun eked it's way upward from it's soft bed beneath the

rolling waves of blue water. Soon the surrounding light was

orange, illuminating the entire world round about. Every

position was now in view, glinting in the orange hue of the

new light.

As the orange transformed into a brilliant yellow, the

Teutonic knights commenced to mill about. Deep inside the

veil of surprise the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle surged

forward in the duration of a single instant. The Teutonic

Knights froze in their very tracks and stood only gazing

about, for the wind cast their reverberating HUZZA to and

fro, and the men could not perceive from whence the

warriors would appear! In a single instant those mighty

warriors were upon the Teutonic Knights. Now donned in the

armor of the angels, the glowing army of the Golden Eagle

waged war as no other group of mortal men had even since

the very dawn of the earth itself! So intense was their zest

for battle that even the beasts of the field were encouraged

to assault those evil men in the name of both God and glory!

As the cannonade belched forth black water and fire, the

great rodents that tend to haunt battle trenches rushed

forward in huge numbers, seizing upon the flesh of wounded

Teutonic Warriors, bringing death in a single slash of their

throats. Their bites harbored horrible diseases that tend to

be carried in the flesh for days and weeks, only to be

released through a total death of the flesh. Swords collided

in clear reverberating vibrant rings that tended to echo even

into the very breast of any who witnessed the fray. Though

the art of drumming man's spirit into the ardor of battle had

long since expired, the clinging, ringing, clash of colliding

swords amplified the surge of courage in the hearts of men.

With the power of darkness now fully mustered the Teutonic

knights cast the entire weight of their might upon the Grand

Army Of The Golden Eagle, but in the midst of the fray Satan

came to fear the clenched fist of Almighty God, and he

abandoned his mortal warriors, leaving them to perish all

alone on the field of battle.

But the Almighty stood steadfast and firm in the

presence of his own, never fleeing from within their midst in

times of their waning loss of strength. His total support he

gave, solidifying their countenance into that of iron and

stone, embellishing them with the dexterity and strength of

the beasts who dwell in the wooded fields.

In mass surges those men of God, born in the land of the

Golden Eagle, raced forth swinging mighty swords and

sounding serenades of cannon fire during the

consummation of that most glorious charge. So great was

the charge that a thick seedy cloud of dust and billowing

smoke arose upward, high into the very heavens above, only

to obscure the sun from the eyes of men for the duration of

some seven somber days. Though the dark cloud was dense,

so dense that even a small shaft of shimmering light could

not penetrate, so dense that night fell upon the earth during

the period of high noon, so even so, the omniscient eyes of

the Almighty beheld all calamities below. Like a great

stormy sea, so the earth appeared unto the Almighty Lord of

Lords. Just as the sea will appear mixed with an emerald

stream of water and that of clear sapphire blue, so the

surging masses of men were composed of dark hue and the

color of pure driven snow.

At the head of the dark mass of men, upon a high granite

pedestal, stood Satan, their god king immortal, who

delighted in having that despised somber veil across the

eyes of men. Though he appeared unto mortal men to be

mighty, just as solid as petrified timbers of oak,; behold the

Almighty perceived his trembling heart and failing strength

of mind. He cared not for his thoughtless legions of men who

battled so possessively intense in order that his will might

be done. Within his dark mind he only sought to exhibit

some mistake in the structure of the Almighty in vengeance

for his great expulsion. Ten thousand fathoms he had fallen,

and still, even unto this very day his limbs felt every ounce of

pain reaped from the impact of his extensive fall. Still, no

matter what evil the king of darkness incited men to fulfill,

the Almighty had an edge, for he had acknowledged that all

men were composed of flesh, and that all flesh was

structured as a part of the earthly environment. Satan was

the reigning lord of the earthly environment, but he could

never own it since he did not create it, therefore at times it

was possible for him to drive away the holy ghost from

within the hearts of men, replacing it with his own dark,

rancid spirit, thereby his spirit could posses a fleshly form,

his own spirit dominate as a king in flesh with an evil

constitution in it's place of origin. Though his trick would

fool many men, he will never fool the Lord of Lords on high!

The Almighty only laughed at Satan's vein attempt to fool

him, for a way was provided for those lost souls of men to be

redeemed, reaped from the grasp of Satan, if they would

only believe in a future decent upon the earth by his only

son. No matter what actions men chose to take, or in whom

they chose to make their allegiance, even still they were a

part of his own creation, constructed by his own hands from

the dust of the earth. As a result of this fact, his concerns

were for the weak flesh and the position of the righteous on

the face of the earth, and he gave aide unto those great and

mighty warriors of his, that they might conquer all evil just

as he himself was sworn to in the future events of time.

So upon the countenance of his own men he bore down

hard, so hard that they became intoxicated with the

overwhelming desire to resist all evil and to conquer! Every

suspicion of waning strength that those Teutonic warriors

exhibited was a declaration of their failing will to reign

victorious within the hearts and minds of those grand

warriors of the Golden Eagle.

Before the eyes of the Almighty the surging seas of men

overlapped into sections, the pure white section trampling

that evil section of somber hue back into the womb of the

earth. Just as a wine press releases a flow of juice, so those

feet of the Grand Army released a sea of blood upon the soil

which retreated deep into the bowels of the earth in fear of

the Lord God's wrath, and the earth would later belch forth

their gleaming bones as a reminder of this greatest of

victories to the sons of men.

As that Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle pressed forward

in awesome conquest, the Teutonic knights could only

retreat back farther toward their homeland, and their men

trembled in fear as they stood back to behold the enemies

that they had created!

In the midst of the Teutonic kingdom a mighty terraced

astrostadium was constructed on the same plan as those in

old Rome were noted for, but on a much greater scale. So

great was this stadium that five hundred thousand strong

men and women could sit and view the glorious

engagements below. In the stadium's midst they would

position great legions of Israelite, sword and spear in hand,

forced to do battle until the last person stood firm.

Throughout the entire day the exhibitions would go on, until

the very floor of stone was saturated with blood and the

shattered, severed limbs of innocent men and women.

In the course of this celebration the Teutonic knights

made sport of Israelite death. Before those multitudes once

gathered innocent housewives who were forced to lie before

beasts, degraded in the worst form they were, only to cry

into the ears of Almighty God as they rejoiced in their own

passing. Despised for their love of the Almighty and the love

of peace on earth, they were still blessed with intellectual

gifts that baffled even the most gifted of mortal

imaginations.

With the onset of every evil act the Teutonic men who

remained in the company of their women took joy in their

conquests, both within and without, and those so thoroughly

accomplished by their god king. Life continued on for them

as though they were without retribution and the dominion of

evil on earth would surly consummate. Steadfast in their

goals they remained, intoxicated with the spirit of Odin,

pledging their hearts unto their god king who conceived a

plan of earth's conquest suitable to those dark instincts of

the Teutonic imaginations. Continually their zest for battle

magnified into a sick brilliance, even in the face of

devastating defeat. Over the ale cup the men boasted to

their wives, telling tales of the evil that they had delivered

unto the Israelite. The eyes of their women brightened as

those tales were told describing the manner in which troops

fled in great fear in the face of their own advance, and they

continued to lie unto themselves whilst they dreamed of

their future plans that they had for the fate of mortal men.

Whilst enveloped in that dizzy floating sensation gained

through the drinking of ale, warriors who were once tired of

battle and wane of courage, would now don their sacred

armor, brazenly pacing forward into ancient cobblestone

streets, now roaring with a new found courage and jest for

battle. Massed together in enormous multitudes they would

once again simultaneously raise high their weapons and

cheer in faith the spirit of ancient warlords, declaring that

through persistence they would surly dominate the field of

battle. Collective bands of brass would commence to spin

intoxicating melodies, inciting a new found courage into an

explosive rage. To the common men who cheered the

knights, the battle festive atmosphere solidified his

convictions that the domination of earth was the destiny of

his homeland. Through cheering lines of citizenry, men and

women, young and old alike, marched forward those

Teutonic knights into the very face of the Grand Army Of The

Golden Eagle!

As those great masses of men made hasty exit, the

stirring spirits of heaven commenced to warn those warriors

of the Golden Eagle, and so all the earth prepared to do

fierce battle for it's right to life and liberty!

Into the great desert expanse the Teutonic hoards

poured, their proud shattered legions racing into those

endless lines of mighty warriors who were well prepared to

battle God, glory, and The Golden Eagle. Ten times ten

thousand numbered their men, a thousand times greater

than their own! Just as a roaring lion in waiting pounces

upon the passing antelope, so that Grand Army rushed

forward, raising a mighty HUZZA so great that fell upon all

the mortal ears of earth. In tune to that most triumphant of

cheers was the glorious serenade of cannon in rhythm with

the ringing clash of swords, and the melodious rat a tat tat

of the shoulder arms. Like a huge rushing wave the Teutonic

Knights retreated upon the field of battle, their dead laying

strewn about as though they had been cast down from the

golden alter of high heaven above. Their arrows fell

mercilessly upon those Teutonic warriors as though the very

sky above had opened to release a potent rain of death.

Hopelessly the once invincible knights of the iron cross fell

as though they were lost children milling hysterically about

in search of their mothers. From time to time, a few brave

among them might turn to release a squalid shot into the

rapidly advancing masses, but most shots were in vain, for

those masses of men now poured forth like an irreversible

incoming tide. Through the limitless forests they raced in

search of solitude, scheming, plotting to double back upon

those advancing legions, but never finding the nerve. To the

Teutonic Knights it seemed as though the Grand Army could

feel their presence, for just as they came to rest in the dead

of new silence, those legions appeared before them to

slaughter and harass. Hysterically the enemy raced forward,

dodging every tree and leaping every fallen log, dashing like

a mad men through briar and bramble, only to find that

Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle awaiting their every turn

from the hand of justice. For their ability in doing so, that

Grand Army was hailed as magnificent in the eyes of all the

earth, for the Gauls were now released from the bondage of

their subjugation.

In the capitol city of Gaul men who labored in the

common wealth suddenly transformed into the greatest of

warriors. As those Teutonic men and women who occupied

their illustrious city slumbered, these warriors shattered the

doors to their dwellings with the blade of an ax, bringing

instant death to all those who would not surrender on

command. These occupied dwellings were now transformed

into batteries for captured cannon to fire upon those enemy

who had positioned themselves collectively in the streets to

flee the advancing columns of men.

In the bleak of night babes were seized up for the

slaughter. Those who were to old or weak to flee were

murdered where they stood, their blood flowing in great

streams upon the streets about to bear witness to any of the

Teutonic people who still remained.

Embellished with extraordinary strength, and crowned

with glory, strode the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle.

Undaunted by fear they made their way toward the seat of

the great French conqueror. The entire city emptied itself of

those inhabitants who rushed forth like streams of cheering

ants toward a fresh kill. With opened arms they bowed in

respect to that Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle! Every

luxury that the city offered was open freely unto the men as

though they were angelic masters in the art of warfare,

saviors sent from heaven to ensure their safety! Many

women of the city made gracious offers to those great and

mighty men, offering the very best that their homes had that

remained, as well as all other forms of entertainment in the

waning hours of the night! Behold many a Gaelic babe was

mastered by those men who were most creative in those

arts of physical domination, who were to sire sons of whom

would grow to be mighty men of renown! The women whose

minds were now enslaved by a reign of lust cast upon them

by those valiant warriors, now persisted in following their

new masters to hound him relentlessly, offering him a

variety of physical favors until his will collapsed and he

offered marriage. As a result of these whimsical

relationships, women swelled with children who would one

day grow into mighty warriors who would slash and stab the

throats of villainous enemies.

In the city's midst was placed a massive rectangular

table of oak, and upon it's top was placed numerous bowls

of luxurious food stuffs to be enjoyed by those men of the

Golden Eagle. The very best of wines ever enjoyed by mortal

men was served by the citizens of that torn city, that those

great warriors of the Golden Eagle might feel safe just as

though they were at home. To their stomachs they sported

the very best of foods that the land had to offer; at their side

they sported the fairest of women, and deep within their

hearts they possessed the satisfaction of knowing that the

fruits of their conquest was theirs, and theirs alone!

To the west of that capitol city they established grand

units of mercy and care, opening it's doors to the multitudes

in need of care and affection. Hundreds and thousands of

women and children who would have otherwise perished,

were suddenly transformed into perfect embodiments of

health, as though they had been touched by the hand of the

holy messiah himself; and as they labored and prospered,

from within their midst grew a race of warriors who would

join ranks with those men of the Golden Eagle, endlessly

propelled forward by an immense hatred toward the

Teutonic Knights for the evil that they had delivered upon

the heads of the innocent ones.

By now every Teutonic man, woman, and child had fled

the homeland of the Gauls, fled consumed with fear, for the

hand of Almighty God had drawn to smite in retribution for

the evil conjured up by the lords of their kingdom. So they

retreated into lands afar that they had conquered through

acts of deception and lies. Though now they slumbered in

safety during the dark hours of the night, every mother knew

that the spirit of justice would soon creep in upon them,

even in the those moments of intense sanctity, to pounce

and cause rivers of blood to flow freely as the blood of

innocent victims continued to scream into the listening ears

of high heaven for justice.

Songs of conquest poured freely over the land in a

constant effort to quell the fears of men and women as they

lay down to rest in their wooden berths. Constantly a new

courage was found through these songs to inspire a new

lineage of men to do battle in the name of their god king.

Never, declared their king, would they except defeat, for just

as long as their men could move in the direction of battle

would they continue to make war. Small children were

forced to don the glorious dress of warriors, to carry on with

life in an endlessly systematic manner, and be drilled in

those virtues of hatred that is so necessary in order that

continuous war might be propagated.

Against their city walls positioned great rows of warriors

who vowed to battle until the very last. No longer were they

concerned for world conquest, but only for the defense of

their own homeland. Time now grew desperate and wane, for

their enemies were many. Still they considered themselves

to be above all others, and the thundering march of the

endlessly swelling ranks of the Grand Army Of The Golden

Eagle would so very soon be thundering into their midst,

causing mighty rivers of blood to roll and foam upon those

torn cobblestone streets in the heart of their homeland. As

the golden sun fell below the distant horizon, they soon lay

for their slumber, feeling confident in another day for their

dark ambitions' materialization.

The golden sun once again peaked around the distant

horizon, searing away the veil of mist that had enveloped the

countryside. Today a new era of living had crept in upon the

land, for the Lord Of Hosts had declared that new Rome

should fall, and it's conquers shall be of the same spirit of

righteousness who conquered first in that glorious seventh

year of the first era. From the frothy, surging, sapphire waves

of the deep sea arose an iron clad armada more mighty and

magnificent than any that the entire earth had ever beheld.

Like ghost ships doomed to roam the open seas for the

duration of all eternity, so they sailed forth enveloped in a

cloak of absolute silence and invisibility. As the sun rose

high and still higher, they pointed their faces toward it's

brilliant midst which cast it's golden beam high above the

Roman capitol city, and as they sailed forward, the

cannonade boomed reverberating songs of fire and mighty

conquest whilst the sing of the catapult hissed it's great

missiles in melodious tune to the roaring thunder. From

those golden sanded shores the brilliance and sacred

splendor of battle bedazzled onlooking eyes as they stood in

shock as witnesses to a miracle in modern times.

High above that invincible armada gingerly drifted

downward a brilliant cloud of misty gold, settling among

those ships of iron, illuminating them even to the very point

of blinding all those ones who stood upon the seashore

gazing in spellbound awe. In unison to those who raced

forward upon the Roman coastline boomed the ferocious

voice of the cannonade belching thunder, black fire, and

water. From the seas the first serenade cast it's glorious

projectiles of genocide high into the sapphire sky, and thus

the new rubble pile from the midst of the sea coast

answered with the roar of it's own cannon. The piercing

screams of those enemy in flight were sweet music to the

blood hungry ears of the Grand Army's mighty warriors who's

hearts yearned for vengeance, for in their piercing screams

was locked a declaration of victory in the name of

righteousness! From upon the coastline their defenses were

reduced into piles of rubble, and their cannon cast a hail of

exploding projectiles high into the open sky. Though this

rain of death was relentless, the Grand Army Of The Golden

Eagle pressed forward undaunted, for they advanced under a

cover of protection offered by the Almighty himself. In spite

of the merciless wall of lead, the glorious ships cast anchor

upon the Roman coastline. From within those sensations of

grandeur that haunted every intellect, men raced forward

with a battle chiseled perfection in those sacred arts of

warfare, even these skills were more perfected than any

mortal on earth had even read about in those battle glory

saga poems of old!

From the midst of the greenish-blue sea issued forth a

perpetual flow of men, propelled onward by the extreme

desire for peace and the prosecution of evil. As the spirit of

the Lord manifested it's strength within the hearts of the

men, they hungered now for total conquest, raising high

their arms of war, releasing a battle cry so intense that it fell

upon every ear, both great and small, throughout the entire

limits of mortal man's world. Both man and beast

recognized the cry, for deep within the desert heartlands of

the African mainland charged forward the most ferocious of

lions, that they might sow fright and discord among the evil

ones. From the obscured lofts of high heaven above

descended hoards of falcon upon those evil ones, wrenching

the eyes of their warriors from the natural comfort of their

sockets, devouring the flesh from their cheeks as they

staggered about in the impenetrable darkness. Great

swarms of lice were born by the soil beneath their feet to

infest the heads of multitudes, delightfully spreading

disease and death among thousands.

As that awesome army of all armies pushed onward still

farther, never ceasing, never pausing, so the Teutonic

Knights could only flee in terror, leaving their dead strewn

about to finally serve as nourishment for the buzzards that

constantly circled high above the field of battle. Before the

grandest of armies had even set foot upon the soil of new

Rome, their children had commenced to flee in fear of

retribution. Without even a single swing of the sword miles

of land was seized up, so rightfully gained as a provision of

war by those Glorious Warriors Of The Golden Eagle! Though

their hearts were saddened by the slaughter that they were

all forced to behold, they never once were saddened by

those deeds so necessary for them to complete, in order

that the preservation of peace might allow individuals the

right to natural freedoms. Like a merciless ferocious tidal

wave of steel and muscled flesh they all rushed forward

upon that beach, swarming through those coastal townships

that had hastily been abandoned. Behold the enemy had fled

so fast before their advance that they had left piles of food

provisions behind, from which those warriors of valor made a

glorious bonfire celebration to honor their victory!

While consuming all provisions possible they now made

use of their treasures, destroying what could not be used for

their own purposes, then continuing to press onward. All

undamaged metals were seized up, that they might be

melted down then recycled for use in the building of new

arms. Rubber scraps were seized up to build new wheels in

order that their wagons of war might continue to roll.

Toward the far west a continual breeze blustered across

the landscape, and it was here that a great leaping bonfire

was ignited. Carried in the arms of the wind, the flames

raged throughout the city, ripping and snapping it's way

toward the golden shore of the sea.

Obscure nameless men fleeing retribution by the Grand

Army Of The Golden Eagle, raced forward rather than face

public acknowledgment of the terrible crimes that they had

committed. Without a fight their ancient city fell, forever

consumed by the very flames of war that had caused it to be

born. Into the very midst of heaven the flames leaped, even

the natural elements had now arisen in praise to God

Almighty for giving them the task of man's retribution! As

the enemy within slowly gave way, and the Grand Army Of

The Golden Eagle had fully solidified the right to it's

conquest, they could now begin their long victorious march

forward, transforming every individual warrior into a heroic

idol within the minds of their admirers as they marched

passed. Across the scorched pasture and singed fields the

army advanced, never failing in it's constant march

throughout the countryside, never wanting in the ardor of

great faith. Never in the entire history of mankind had such

an army been launched in the name of peace and goodwill

toward all men.

On the home front from where the Grand Army was born,

the most innocent children and wives, and loved ones of

those mighty warriors fell upon their knees in unison to offer

up their prayers into the very loft of high heaven unto

Almighty God, that he might spare their men unnecessary

evil and allow them to reign as eternal conquerors. Across

the murky waters those prayers traveled in shimmering

waves upon the blustery winds that constantly blow upon

the watery face of the deep. The faith mustered by the

release of those words infiltrated the very minds of the men,

adding unto that already implanted by the holy ghost.

Propelled onward by the shear power of such indomitable

forces, enveloped in the armor of the Lord, they now

continued to march forward upon the landscape enshrouded

in an immense aura of golden beams. As the enemy gazed

forward upon those great men of men, he subconsciously

sensed that resistance was useless when the super natural

world had declared that Rome was to collapse again....so

they had quietly retreated into the heart of that old city.

Around the perimeter of that great city leaped raging

flames of fire roared forward, announcing the eminent

invasion by the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle. About then,

the smell of their impending conquest was rancid, and their

fears commenced to heighten. It was then that a grizzled

warrior who had bore witness to many a long and bloody

battle arose upon a pedestal of granite to denounce the new

Caesar among his people.

"My name is Ragnarok, a great warrior of renown who

was born to deliver Rome many a blood thirsty enemy and

vengeful foe! Shall you now allow me to return into my

rightful throne?"

And the people of Rome answered in great unison:"Yea,"

From within their midst then arose a great and mighty

cheer!

"From dark ancient graves those renown leaders now

beckon me to assume control, for behold all, it is truly I who

is a man of the people! What greatness has this vagabond

so treacherously led the all of you to believe that he could

materialize.....and how many times has he failed you? All of

you are mine! I and only I am capable of leading Rome back

into the glorious arm of prosperity!"

Those words then fell upon the ears of the multitudes as

a mighty roaring cheer in unison arose from within their

midst. They hailed this old member of the high command

and now sought to destroy this son of Caesar. Deep into the

catacombs below the cobblestone streets his immediate

guards rushed him, in order that the masses might not

discover his whereabouts. It was here that the innocent

Christians had fled while under the persecution of his

fathers....and now he must reside in their lonely place of

sanctity!

Around the circumference of that ancient city the men of

the Golden Eagle moved forward in numbers so great, that

the men who gazed upon them in the distance thought the

trees of the surrounding forests had closed in upon them.

Into the heavens above the city the Grand Army Of The

Golden Eagle cast a raging wall of fire and flaming lead. In

the obscurity of the distant hills their cannon thundered in

melodious unison, releasing a hail of projectiles that fell

unseen, exploding into puddles of fire in the cities midst.

Every window was boarded, and every door bolted shut, for

the city was now void of all inhabitants. As the Grand Army

continued in it's onslaught, simultaneously it's perpetual

march moved onward! With every roar of the distant cannon

the right foot of those warriors seized new ground, onward

now proceeded the left foot in it's seizure of new ground in

melodious synchronization to the tune of roaring fire and

thundering cannonade! Soon they were upon the city,

enveloping it from all four directions. From the high

command was given the order for all citizens to face their

conquerors and surrender all, or suffer total defeat and the

total devastation of their city.

In seemingly endless rows they all stood before the Grand

Army Of The Golden Eagle, begging for mercy and an easy

sentence for the terrible crimes that they had all committed.

A detachment of men combed the streets for any who might

be hidden with dreams of inciting new anger among their

fellow countrymen. The men paused as they removed

themselves from the eyes of their army, and when those

great dust clouds that had arisen from the streets had

cleared, the body of Mar's and Cesar's son lay cast into a

deep dark pit with those of his lords and advisers. Behold

those of his same blood had turned against him, slaying him

for making promises that he could not keep!

Huge multitudes gazed in shock upon the ashes of the

new Rome that had been supposed to equal the glory of old

Rome, now laying scattered about in heaps of smoldering

rubble. The insurrection that had implanted a great lie of

invincibility into minds of the people, whose foundation was

violence in it's greatest form, had now proven to be most

self destructive! All now was quiet, the great fight of the

Romans quelled. In the distance the only sound that was

heard was the roar of thunder from a single weapon by some

mindless individual who had refused to accept the fact that

his homeland had suffered a devastating crushing defeat!

Libero 21

The Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle Marches Into The

Teutonic Capitol !

From some obscure torch bearing hand was cast a long

line of flame enveloping those individuals who refused to

surrender, and as they fell into the damp arms of the earth,

all became silent, except for the screams of the wounded

and the booming voices of the high command directing the

movements of huge multitudes deep within the torn heart of

that once proud city.

With the death of the son of Mars, that Roman king, his

dark veil of deceit had been lifted, Satan's medium to the

south had now been liquidated, cast deep into the flaming

belly of hell for all eternity! The somber trance that had

occupied so many Roman minds quickly released it's iron

grip, finally allowing those mortal men of whom resided in

the capitol to understand the extent of their atrocities.

Those huge multitudes of whom had once declared

themselves to be supreme to all other men in mind as well

as body, now fell upon their knees offering up prayers of

repentance unto Almighty God. As those honest prayers fell

upon the ears of the Lord of Lords, he fully acknowledged

their efforts to right their many terrible wrongs, and he

transformed them into warriors who could pay homage, with

both great words and deeds, to the Grand Army Of The

Golden Eagle.

They arose to take the oath of allegiance, to honor and

uphold the sacred laws of righteousness, and to give praise

unto holy Jerusalem, and to the glory of God In Heaven. Now

integrated into the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle, hastily

they began a triumphant march toward the very heart of the

Teutonic Empire. Through fields and prairies they marched,

those innocent ones of whom had been held captive by the

angels of evil now rushed forward with opened arms,

demonstrating their adoration for the virtues of truth and

righteousness that the Grand Army so intensely stood for.

Men cast aside their peasant gowns, donning armor and

sword, that they might have the honor to do battle in the

name of all that is good and holy.

Women full of tender mercy and an intense willingness to

labor, raced unhesitatingly into the hospital, giving all in

care of the sick and wounded. Onward they marched, flexing

huge muscles of might and in-fatigue, fanning biblical

prophesy concerning the extent of their future conquests

and of things to come. In the distance the synchronized

pounding of booted feet by the thousands caused the very

earth to tremble like the sound of distant rumbling thunder.

Never before in the entire history of mankind had such an

army marched in complete unison! Behold now the entire

earth had collectively been assembled in order that an

identical goal might be reached in the name of all that is

good and pure.

At the very feet of that boundless enchanted forest the

Grand Army paused, gazing forward into those distant dark

depths through which they knew that they must travel. They

knew long before they had reached their particular strategic

point of seclusion, of those demons within of whom they

must do battle. Legends of old spun saintly yarns depicting

desperate men who sought refuge from justice, only to be

discovered in death, their bodies torn into rags and

shattered, their limbs cast forth in every direction. It was

said that only those of whom were familiar with the spirits of

the damned would ever be offered secure sanctity. It was

said that sorcerers, sadists, and sexual perverts played

about in somber harmony with every demon that hell gives

birth to among those dark and dreary time honored oaks.

It was deep within the heart of this enchanted forest that

the Teutonic Knights had long made their abode. Their

temples demonstrated the same splendor which enshrouded

those of Cicero and Augustus Cesar. Within the heart of this

magnificent city, behold the blood sacrifices those dark

pagan shrines offered up unto dark angels so graciously by

the Teutonic multitudes while they sang their songs of

conquest and sadistic blood lust.

With these evil voices whispering threatening words of

vengeance into the ears of those Golden warriors, they

constructed an alter of neatly stacked oak in pyramid

fashion. Under the base of this stack was placed a hungry

flame. Greedily the flame consumed the dried oaken timbers

to gain great strength, leaping high into the starlit heavens

above. Upon his knees the commander fell, raising his hands

toward high heaven, giving praise unto the Almighty for

those victories that they had won thus far, and for saving the

souls of those who had been slain battle. Every head was

lowered in reverence, behold every heart made humble, for

in the midst of those raging flames a voice peaceful as the

whispering wind that puffs endlessly across the face of the

deep blue sea, now spoke into the ears of every warrior it's

own message of glory that he had achieved, and the rewards

that he shall receive in the afterlife. In each mind was

beheld a vision depicting the individual warrior casting aside

his own armor of self pride and faithlessness, to place upon

his body instead, the armor of purity and donning the sword

of the gospel. Then every heart made frantic by fright of the

unknown was suddenly made calm.

In the heat of the night they made their prophesied

entrance. Fearlessly they trod, undaunted by those

grotesque manifestations of trees and beasts so

attributable to the passionate beams of golden moonlight.

From ancient oaks whose seed had been sown during those

saintly days of yore, raced green demons, flinging about in

bands of sizzling emerald light as they attempted to pounce

upon the heads of those righteous warriors. But in this they

feared not, for the Lord of Lords had set a massive gulf

above their heads, though it be invisible to the eyes of

mankind. Like stones flung against a shield of taunt hide

those demons glanced from the gulf only to fall upon the

damp earth below. Again and again they attempted their

vain assault, propelled onward by the voice of Satan's

command, fruitlessly colliding with the damp cold soil

below.

Under the swirling blanket of mist that continually moved

upon the forest floor were the ancient graves of marauders

and druid occultists who had long since been reduced to

dust by the forces of time. For a thousand years Satan had

held their souls in thick vaults of plutonium, causing them

terrible pain and discomfort, satisfying his own sadistic lust

for blood.

In the obscured distance Satan unlocked those torturous

vaults, releasing the souls of fiends once despised by all

mortal men. Into the graves the souls plunged, collecting

the dispersed material of decayed flesh, shaping the clay

like masses into likenesses of themselves. Into the very

breasts of the figures plunged the damned souls,

transforming the clay into the likeness of a partially decayed

cadaver; for only the Almighty himself could totally purify the

body from the corrosive elements within the grave.

Into the heart of the entanglement raced forward this

new army of men predestined to do battle in the name of

Satan. High it leaped, falling into the very midst of the Grand

Army, whose men were so utterly shocked that they stood

frozen like ten thousand statues of stone. Soon an equal

number of demons were swimming within their midst; like a

lion does with puppies in a pen, so those demons dreamed

of slaughtering those helplessly horrified warriors of

grandeur. But before the first man fell a voice from the

heavens spoke as the rumbling of thunder and the endless

tinkling tintinnabulation of falling water.

"HARK," and all then became abruptly still, frozen upon

command. "Now even you shall feel the sting of my terrible

swift sword!"

Upon the very speaking of those words the demons were

transformed into figures composed entirely of flesh. All fear

was then erased from the countenance of the Grand Army,

and behold the entire army raced forth, plunging with lance

and simultaneously slashing with their double edged swords

until the entire ghastly hoard had collapsed into a heap of

shredded flesh and shattered bone. On the very moment of

their death it was known by all that those evil demons were

now forever dead both in flesh and in spirit as well, for

eternal life in spirit form was only promised once, thus now,

they were all damned to slumber a deep eternal sleep.

Onward they pressed, holding their heads high while they

gloated in their new conquest. As Satan schemed and

glared upon the Grand Army from below, those wise warriors

sensed the air of evil tranquility that the forest had forever

held. As the thickness of the forest began to open, allowing

the fruitful beams of glowing sun to filter down upon the

bare floor of the forest, the Almighty caused a great wind to

stir from the north, moving upon the land southward toward

holy Jerusalem.

Here the Grand Army paused, constructing a huge pyre of

dried oaken logs, and beneath was placed a torch of

dancing golden flame. As it spurred into vibrant life, by an

invisible hand that flame leaped and roared until it had soon

consumed the pyre. Upon splinters of bark and leaf the

flame rode, leaping into the outstretched arms of the forest,

feeding greedily it's splintering flesh. By the fall of night the

flames had consumed the entire frontier boarders of

Teutonic empire, forcefully devouring it's way toward the

holy city of Jerusalem.

Froward the Grand Army pushed, spurred forth by the

compulsion to consummate their prophesied victory. Now

they had entered the heartland of the Teutonic kingdom

whose pagan children raced about like a conglomeration of

sap sucking bees. Like a great triumphant noose that Grand

Army Of The Golden Eagle spread about the Teutonic Empire,

chocking, wresting the life from those Godless infidels.

Forever determined not to submit unto an imposing force

more mightier than any that the sons of men had ever bore

witness to, the Teutonic Knights rallied forth in a organized

sequence. In accordance to the prophets of old who spoke

of earth being enveloped by flames, and the very last man

struggling, gasping, until he had proven himself victorious

and among the rightful owners of all the earth, did those

Teutonic Knights prepare to do battle, win or die.

From high above mighty birds of war descended upon the

capitol of the Teutonic Empire, expelling fire from their

bodies, delivering their heated retribution upon all those

who were positioned for battle below. Still their armies held

their position, that they might battle even for the duration of

the earth's existence. The sky was opened unto the Grand

Army, for those Teutonic birds of war lay shattered in the

fields surrounding that great capitol city. A new battle song

rallied the hearts of warriors to move forward, and soon the

Grand Army poured into the skies above thousands upon

thousands of their own. So thick their numbers were, that

they held back the sun for three days from the face of the

earth below!

Upon the earth below that Grand Army awaited the

Teutonic call for battle and then commenced to tighten it's

noose, spurring those brave men of Odin to lash out, drawing

first blood, sacrificing their very lives in honor of a pagan

way of life. But their efforts to destroy were in vain, their

cunning so deceitful that their schemes of destruction fell

upon their own kind.

A brilliant man of outstanding intelligence and wisdom in

the arts of war stepped forward in the face of the incoming

Knights, held high his mighty swift sword, sending the heads

of two falling upon the damp earth below. In a single bold

charge that noose tightened upon the throats of those

Teutonic hoards, delivering a terrible death of strangulation

unto their raging multitudes. From the midst of that city of

old where once had sat proud the throne of Charlemagne,

was now heard the ferocious thunder of cannon, yea, more

intense than any thunder ever produced by any trembling of

the earths' surface. Ten thousand Teutonic men of war cast

their bodies forward upon overwhelming tides of slashing,

stabbing golden warriors. Like corks bobbing about in the

deep of the sea, so those great clusters of men were cast

aside to fall helplessly into the opened arms of death. From

within the encirclement of the noose roared the ferocious

voice of the mighty cannon and the sing of the catapult,

pouring a hail of fire and sludge upon the heads of the

battling Teutonic Knights. Like melting ice the life of those

heated men poured forth from their living bodies, only to be

strewn about the earth as though they were cast from the

heavenly heights above.

Blood flowed in tributaries as though they branched from

some obscured main body. Soon the soil grew thick and the

ground transformed into a soupy pulp. The sound of booted

feet thundering in toward the heartland sent chills across

the spines of those citizens who had raced about in hysteria

trying to hide from the eyes of their conquerors. As that

Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle marched inward, ever

closer to the very heart of this alien empire, like a wine

press their feet reduced the bodies of the once proud

Teutonic heroes of war into a bloody pulp, and fodder for the

roaming swine and buzzards alike. As that most grand of

armies neared the ancient capitol city, those who

collectively massed to offer resistance now scattered into

the countryside about. Both by night and by day the barrage

of cannon hammered the empire, reducing those once proud

citizens into smoldering heaps of rubbish. As the Grand

Army neared that great castle that once immortalized those

of Rome in it's architecture, the son of Odin now prepared to

remove himself from the eyes of all the earth for many years

to come.

Into a chamber of catacombs below the streets of his

beloved castle dwelling he now made his new abode. Here, it

was determined by his lords and soothsayer advisers, that

he and his new bride would forever remain obscure from the

wanting eyes of a vengeful mass of wronged people. As they

placed him within his retiring chamber, a most diabolical

scheme for deception entered into his mind.

Behind his majestic palisade his lords slew two

innocents, male and female they were, setting fire to

consume their bodies in a shallow pit, so that the advancing

victors might believe them to be of his own. Throughout his

circle of lords, and into the minds of the masses, they

repeated the lie concerning his death in order that it might

be consumed by all forms of media. From the very mouth of

their god king now defeated, spewed forth the command for

his own to destroy themselves, to burn their land until every

wonderful work of art, every architectural marvel, is reduced

into a glowing heap of smoldering cinders. Into the streets

poured great hoards of once mighty warriors, those men of

whom had sworn allegiance unto their god king and had

glorified the murders of their own people, who now fell upon

their own swords by the thousands.

As the great kayos continued, a bird of war in the dark of

night swooped in to seize their god king, this son of Odin of

whom had so cruelly deceived his people, to carry him away

into the land of the sheiks and camel caravans to the far

east for his safety. In five short years he was to die a cruel

death from the ravish of many diseases strange to his best

doctors and wise men; his queen was to follow him into that

deep eternal slumber, for the spirit of the death angel had

passed over her as well. Little did they know that it was the

hand of Almighty God that struck them down in retribution

for their great crimes against the children of Israel, and their

destruction of peace among mankind.

Into a dark cave that ended near the very bowels of hell

his lords descended, placing their bodies into a bed of pure

ice with the great anticipation that one day their now

deceased corpses would resurrect into a new life in the

distant future, to fulfill his prophesied objective into

completion. As the last cap of thick solid ice was placed

upon their sarcophagus, his lords payed their last homage

unto their master and his queen; and into the distant hills

the spirit of Odin crept to rest, to wreak havoc upon the face

of the earth no more for the time being.

Behold, that spell of evil magic that had enslaved the

minds of his subjects suddenly lifted, and the people gazed

upon each other in wide eyed amazement, rushing into the

streets in shame as they now saw their heinous crimes for

the first time. Their leaders who held reign upon the land,

conceived a scheme to allow these horrors to slip from the

minds of men with the passing of the ages by simply just

refusing to acknowledge them, allowing the passage of the

time to wash over, making all that was once black now lily

white.

Libero 22

The Kingdom Of The Dragon Falls

The Victorious Celebration Of Good Over Evil

Into the city's heart The Grand Army Of The Golden

Eagle marched forward like fearless mighty men of iron,

destroying all reminders of the great Teutonic culture that

might serve as holy monuments to those tender minds of the

future ages. As that army marched outward to search out

the land that they had conquered, a scene more horrifying

than any human eyes had ever bore witness to gripped the

widened eyes of the warriors who entered into the ghastly

gates.

Surrounded in a massive fence of lightening they were,

living skeletons clothed in lose flesh, the once mighty

bodies of gallant warriors who had fallen without actually

dying in battle. Chambers of torture and long houses of pain

had dominated their lives until they had reached the very

point of utter insanity for want of loving kindness. As the

Grand Army gazed forward frozen in horror and utter shock,

multitudes of those living skeletons crawled, like vermin,

upon the earth just to kiss the boots of their mighty saviors

in golden armor! Warriors, brave and mighty upon the field of

battle, they were, mightier than any that the earth had ever

beheld, now fell upon the earth enveloped in fits of

streaming tears, their hearts torn out of pity for the dear

souls who stood before them.

Vast quantities of nourishment was administered to the

sick and wanting, first in liquid form, then gradually into

solid. With the passage of time the reduced figures of bone

came to assume a more human appearance. Even though

the men recovered in body, their minds remained twisted,

scarred for the duration of their natural lives.

Indeed Satan had established a hell on earth through his

human mediums. Soon the kings of the people, whose minds

had conceived those diabolical chambers of death, were

rounded up before a court of law. Sentenced unto death

they swung from a scaffolding of battered oak. Now justice

had been served swift and sure!

With that evil god king of darkness now destroyed, the

Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle split; one half now heading

on a great journey to the far east in hopes of doing battle

with those evil sons of the Dragon, the other half tending to

affairs within the Kingdom of the Teutonic Knights.

Enshrouded in a misty veil of magical mystery, this

ancient land of the Dragon had spawned a culture equal in

it's sadistic virtues to that of the Teutonic knights. Into that

distant valley of Kinkenkinini the army of the Golden Eagle

entered, in order that they might ponder a method in which

to deliver a crushing defeat upon the heads of those terrible

Samurai.

Away from the main body of men, the seven leaders brave

and mighty, pondered solutions to this forever agitating

question. For two complete days they discussed the answers

among themselves, casting individual conclusions about as

if they were contestants in some illustrious game of chance!

As the second day came to a close, those seven passed into

a deep sleep induced by the effects of exhaustion.

For the duration of another day the men slept, and with

the onset of darkness a vision fell upon each member of the

seven. In this vision a mighty warrior, ripped with muscle

and clothed in solid sheets of iron, passed into the

mountains of the surrounding landscape. While within those

mountains, that warrior seized a mountain with his bare

hands, wresting it from it's seat upon the earth. This he cast

violently upon the earth, smashing it into bits, collecting the

materials that constitute the natural elements that make

the mountains. The numbers of those elements were more

than men had the ability to count, and these he collected

within a single sphere. This sphere was then cast high into

the heavens by the warrior, making use of every ounce of

strength that his knotted arm could muster. In a single

instant the sphere collided with the earth, causing the

entire world of men to tremble even into it's very

foundations!

No longer would those lords of peace ponder the question

concerning their claim to victory!

No longer would the earth be subjected to villainous

tyranny, shattering the hopes and dreams of hearts

overflowing with love for their fellow men!

With the onset of the twelfth striking, the seven leaders

of the Grand Army awoke, racing into the midst of their

warriors in order that they all might be informed of this

wonderful new revelation.

Following the informing speech, Hallfrear, the bravest

and mightiest of the men, the one who knew well the

constitution of the earth's elements and the power that they

all possessed when combined, arose, disappearing into the

surrounding timber stand.

Alexander, who was a carpenter by trade, arose, taking

seventy five of the bravest men by his side in order that the

great task of constructing a great smelter might be

accomplished according to proper plan.

From the very bowels of the earth Hallfrear wrested two

powerful elements from the grasp of those evil spirits of the

underworld. Plutonium and uranium, as they were called by

the gods, sparkling, glittering, blinding the eyes of men and

causing death to fall upon many by their mere presence.

Now a moon passed and those elements had been

sufficiently amassed, enough to be delivered unto those

brave men of renown who stood by the side of Alexander, in

order that they might be melted down into a fine powder.

In a bronze cauldron of white hot fire produced by the

breath of dragons these elements were heated. So hot were

they that men donned the majestic armor of knights in order

that their flesh might not be singed. For an entire year the

precious labor continued while those mighty armies of the

Golden Eagle done battle with those evil sons of the

Samurai. The battle had become a stalemate, with neither

side gaining victory above the other, for the Samurai knew

that they were the only living ones to execute the

commandments of Odin' son. The Samurai were ever

determined to gain victory, both by day and by night they

battled, until a sea of blood oozed out upon the land.

Upon strange foreign lands the Golden Eagle battled both

by day and by the darkness of night. Many men fell, and

soon the army of the Golden Eagle grew very weak and

brittle. Battle weary were her men, very hungry from a great

lacking of food and sleep. In droves her men died cruel

deaths at the hands of the Samurai, who mercilessly

slaughtered multitudes in an all out effort to exterminate

those mighty warriors of the Golden Eagle. Soon the

numbers of the Grand Army were reduced into a mere fourth

of their original count. Behold, the entire earth now held it's

breath as it's great and mighty savior wilted into what

appeared to be a massive impending defeat.

But from amid those crusty ashes of impending defeat,

behold, the great king in glory, the supreme commander of

the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle, then made a decree

unto the Samurai people, those worshipers of the Dragon.

"Surrender now," was his decree! "Or we shall unleash a

weapon born with the fury of all the gods upon your infernal

heads, yea, more powerful than any ever known to the sons

of men!"

It was then that the Samurai refused all quarter offered

by the king of the Golden Eagle, declaring that they would

make war until the last man stood alone upon the field of

battle, yea, the last drop of blood was shed.

The next sun arose quickly as the dark of night passed,

and Hallfrear made his way toward a hanger constructed by

Alexander and his men. Here he poured the fine powder of

the elements into a massive eggshell produced from the egg

of a great Dragon, found only in the golden sanded dunes of

Odessa. He and seven of his mightiest men loaded the great

egg into the only iron bird of war build for it's size and

beauty. Upon it's side his men had written memoirs to their

lovers and prophetic declarations of their own glory through

victory.

Under a veil of darkness the iron bird of war took wing,

traveling thousands of leagues over vast lands and seas as

though she were transported by means of some mystical

magical powers. With the arrival of morning the bird of war

hung high above that ancient city of the rising sun, and into

the blustery wind those mighty men of the Golden Eagle

cast forth that egg of terrible fire and destruction.

Some seventy fathoms the egg fell as though it were

composed entirely of lead, striking the earth with a

thunderous roar. From the point of the eggs striking, the

very ground crumbled for more than a league as the earth

trembled, unleashing a fire fresh from the belly of hell to

consume all life below. All about the earth below men

melted like statues of ice in the fire storm below. Women

pregnant with child had their babes cooked in the very

juices of the stomach which had given them life. Eyes fell

from their sockets as though suddenly the natural fiber that

had held them in had severed. Never before in the history of

men had he witnessed such terrible devastation, and the

holy spirits in heaven above wept, for men could only learn

the simple lesson of cooperation through such a horrible

trial.

From amid the rubble of their homes, churches,

cathedrals, and temples of holy commune with the spirits,

those now ragged and tattered armies of the Dragon

emerged, casting to the earth their weapons, begging only

for mercy from the Grand Army Of The Golden Eagle. Before

the very boots of that great king of the Golden Eagle, that

most supreme of commanders, was reverently laid written

documents announcing their surrender and a great plea for

mercy in the name of their emperor.

Unto Jacob, the runner, was the document handed, and

he was instructed to race upon the waters, to go into the

land of the Golden Eagle in order that he might spread the

news of their great victory! Upon the seventh day of his long

journey, Jacob entered the gates of the Golden Eagle, and he

was met by great multitudes who sang mighty songs of

praise and glory to the Lord God above. Women seized their

men, and the great masses leaped and danced for joy in the

streets of every town and city. For some seven glorious days

great feasting and merry making continued from sea unto

shinning sea! Mothers wept for joy as their sons, who had

now been transformed into mighty lords of war and of great

renown, glittering in the gold of their armor, returned with

gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh, seized up from the

grasp of those who were conquered.

Through the veil of the once murky mist of the blackest

night that had so thoroughly enshrouded the earth, now

peaked a new sun, a sun who wished to shine immortal for

the duration of all eternity. As the earth praised the Almighty

from below, in the heavens the Lord now sat relaxing,

consumed in the realm of total peace and joy as he gazed

upon those glorious warriors of the Golden Eagle! Where

proud Jerusalem once stood, those warriors of the Golden

Eagle assisted the children of Israel in the reestablishment

of their holy throne. In the light of that most triumphant of

days, as the Almighty cheerfully gazed down upon those

victorious warriors of the Golden Eagle and the building of

new Zion, he temporarily cast aside all plans for the nations

future, and he relaxed back into his throne of clear diamond

and leaping fire, savoring those sweet vapors of his victory

that perpetually issued upward from the smoldering earth

below..........

.......And even as I pen these

very words, a glowing crackling fire of sacred oak burns

before me. In the midst of it's thick rising smoke, I hold my

face and strain my eyes. As the vision slowly unveils itself, I

behold a new rising sun, and a new earth. I see a most

magnificent new temple of translucent gold in holy

Jerusalem......and those evil Teutonic knights in their next

great rise to power. Through it all, I see the Almighty leading

that grand glorious Golden Eagle into a new soaring height,

as his intrepid shadow moves over the face of all the earth

whilst his vast army tramples all evil underfoot, leading the

earth into a new world and a new heaven, with the Almighty

in the seat of that most holy of holy thrones in Jerusalem as

he overlooks vast multitudes of saints that number more

than all the sands of the seven seas..... HEAR ME NOW, YE

MORTAL MEN.......SHALL ALL THE EARTH BEHOLD THE

GLORY OF ALMIGHTY GOD......AND THAT GRAND ARMY OF

THE GOLDEN EAGLE.........FOR EVER, AND EVER MORE!

Amen

&

Amen

The first handwritten draft of this work was completed in

February of 1986, in camp, while out in the wilderness. The next

draft of this work was completed by the author in 1987. The work

went through two more revisions in the years 1989 and 1990. The

final typed revision was completed in 2012. Thus, the work was

26 years in the making before it's first great berth.

While on the surface, there is no lesson to be discerned from

these written pages, in this case, then, let the intent be simply that

of an interesting and unusual read. A much closer examination

will reveal a true lesson to be gained by both the individual reader

and the world at large. On this note, it is the will and sole

intention of the author that these lessons be learned and heeded

immediately, now while there is still hope and time for a true

transformation...... The sands of time are running out.....evil is

again on the rise...divert the destruction while it is still possible,

or learn another more terrifying lesson in the importance of

cooperation among men.

May this work be forever dedicated to the glory of

God Almighty, and the resurrection of his holy temple in

Jerusalem

..... and to my son Stephan, may he never forget.

In the year of our Lord

February 2012

Shalom

