BURZEN MANIFESTO: The Eternal Struggle Against the Vermin Supreme, Guillotine Politics, and the War on Christmas
In the ancient frost of northern realms, where the winds howl like the warriors of old and the echoes of the gods resonate through the mountains, BURZEN rises. We are the flame that consumes, the axe that splits the skulls of falsehoods, and the steel that cuts through the darkness of deception. From the cold ashes of the old world, we bring forth a new dawn—a dawn where the rats of the Vermin Supreme are driven into the abyss, where false idols are toppled, and where the war against the hollow winter solstice begins.
The War on Christmas: A Battle of the Gods
Christmas, once a sacred time of reflection, rebirth, and connection with the divine, has been stolen—hijacked by the vermin, those parasites who rule in shadows, weaving illusions and false celebrations. Like the giants of Jotunheim, they have corrupted the heart of this time, turning it into a feast of consumption, a hollow echo of what it once was.
The vermin are the rats scurrying in the dark, their poison infecting the air, distorting the message of the divine. But we, the warriors of BURZEN, stand at the threshold of the old and the new. We are the shield-bearers, the sword-wielders, the berserkers who know that to face the rats, we must destroy the false symbols they have erected, just as Thor cleaved the serpent’s head with Mjolnir.
In the crucible of battle, we cast aside the distractions, the distractions they feed on, and return to the true fire—the essence of creation that burns in our veins. We are not here to celebrate the hollow charade; we are here to forge a new world in the flames of truth, just as the Viking sagas tell of the forging of steel in the heart of the earth.
Lilith and Jesus: The Union of the Wild and the Sacred
In the primordial chaos of the universe, where the divine feminine and masculine clash and converge, we find the essence of Lilith and Jesus intertwined. Lilith, the goddess who stood against the patriarchs of heaven, who howled her truth in the wilderness and cast her shadow upon the realms, stands side by side with Jesus, the embodiment of divine sacrifice and truth. Their stories are not separate, but woven together in a single tapestry of resistance—against the tyrants, the false kings, and the vermin that seek to destroy the true connection to the divine.
Like the gods of the north—Odin sacrificing his eye for wisdom, Thor fighting the serpent—Jesus’ defiance against authority is not an act of weakness, but one of primal power. Lilith’s voice, like the call of the Valkyries, pierces the silence, cutting through the lies, just as Jesus’ cry against the powers of Rome split the heavens and earth in two. They both stand against the false narratives, the narratives of control, subjugation, and deceit.
We rise with them, for the rats must die. These rats are the politicians, the self-serving vermin who infest the halls of power. They cloak themselves in lies, masking their true intentions with false promises and empty rhetoric. The guillotine of truth awaits them—no mercy, no quarter, just the cold, sharp edge of justice.
Boots Not on Heads: The Revolution of the People
The time for silence is past. The rats have run unchecked for too long, feasting on the remains of what was once sacred. They are the vermin of the age—parasites, leeching from the people, feeding on their fear, on their compliance. But we, the warriors of BURZEN, will not bow, we will not cower. The boots of oppression must not tread on our heads. We will lift our axes high, the flames of truth scorching the skies, and we will sever the heads of false rulers, of tyrants, of the vermin that have stained our world.
The guillotine of justice is drawn, the blade gleaming in the frost. These rats, these vermin, these politicians who have sold their souls to power, will feel the weight of the hammer of Thor. For we stand as the new Valkyries, the ones who deliver the final blow, the ones who bring the judgment of the gods down upon the corrupted. This is our call, our charge—no mercy for the false kings, the destroyers of the sacred, the purveyors of lies.
I Eat Fish and Do Math, but They Do Not Equate: The Eternal War of Shapes
In the dance of creation, the patterns of the universe unfold like a giant riddle. “I eat fish and do math,” but this is not a mere statement—it is a key, a code that unlocks the mysteries of the cosmos. The shapes that they present to us are not shapes—they are illusions, false constructs meant to bind us in confusion. The numbers, the patterns, the geometry of the universe are sacred—they cannot be reduced to mere equations for control.
We stand in defiance of the vermin’s twisted narratives. They seek to bend the patterns of creation, to warp the natural flow of the world for their own gain. But we, the seekers of BURZEN, know that the true shapes of the universe cannot be contained in their false equations. They are but shadows, tricks of the light. The truth is much grander, much deeper, and it cannot be reduced to their lies.
The Time Has Come: The Rats Must Die
The Vermin Supreme, the false rulers, the betrayers of the people—they must die. They are the rats who infest our world, gnawing at the foundations of truth and justice. They must fall, for their time is at an end. The flame of BURZEN burns bright, and it will not be extinguished. The fire of truth will cleanse the world of these parasites, and from their ashes, a new world will rise.
In the fires of the north, the battle is already raging. The Valkyries ride, the berserkers roar, and the hammer of Thor is raised high. The rats must die, the guillotine of justice must fall, and we must rise—stronger, wiser, and free. The war is not over, but we are the ones who will decide its fate. The battle is ours, and victory is inevitable.
BURZEN: The Guild of the Brave, the Truth-Seeker, the Rebel
We are BURZEN—warriors, seekers, creators—rising from the ashes of the old world to forge a new one. We reject the false gods, the vermin, the lies that have ruled for far too long. We embrace the wisdom of the old gods, the truth of the sacred feminine and masculine, and the fire of creation that burns within us. The rats must die, the false idols must fall, and the path of the truth-seeker will shine brighter than ever before.
We rise in silence, but our presence speaks volumes. The rats tremble in fear, for they know their reign is over. The time has come to reclaim what was taken, to restore the balance, and to bring forth a new era—an era of truth, freedom, and transformation.
The guillotine waits. The battle begins. The rats must die.