Absolutist Regeneration

The only truly malignant evil is hope, we shall therefore fill the hearts of the masses with hope and ever more hope. The unspeakable shall then become a certainty

As a whole, we shall prefer to take a shape that possesses neither depth nor demonic dimension. It can henceforth lay waste the whole world precisely because it spreads on the surface, barely
Noticed, like a fungus

Our actions shall reveal their rotten cores only after meticulous peeling of layers and layers of benevolence

The mere existence of conflicting opinions means that the Truth has yet to triumph. Diversity is an outrage, freedom of thought will be terminated. Everything is a lie but that which we feed you, believe me. If your thoughts collide with what we say, these thoughts cannot be yours. We will rip your mouth open and stuff you with the Truth, like a goose. The Truth will blossom in the end, be it over your swollen corpse

The roar of our flaming masses sounds like the voice of a God unleashed in fury

We will turn this world into a cemetery rather than not regenerate it our own way. We will clean out the marsh at all costs, make a clean slate from the old spectral world. We will cause a collective
Trauma that will vomit out a magma upon which we could reach for the stars

The standpoint of the Order is not the standpoint of men; its wisdom is incomparable; what may seem to be against your interests may be in fact the best means of realizing them; unlike the Order, we cannot judge what is best for the whole

The naysayers will call the crowning achievement of our system omnipotence gone mad

The System does what it wants. Today we protect, tomorrow we abandon you

Behold the fatal process of human civilization, and let's raise a glass as the hour of redemption has come