>>512186067 (OP)
I worship Death. Death is my God. God must, by definition, be something beyond the very genus of "being," outside of all phylum and species. It must be a becoming, a thing without substance but which governs all substance, a thing without time or place, but instance. Before and after, and the moment itself all at once. Aware of all, judge of all, undifferentiable from nature, but defined as both terminus and genesis of all things.
Only one thing fits this description. Death. Death is my God. Death gave us everything. Death provides cause and goad and reward to everything. What else can it be but God?
And one should fear God. And one should love God. And one should honor God by treating it properly. God is to be resisted, but loved. The wager is to be taken, with life on the balance. And a God ought to be fair. And a God ought to be with you, always.
Death. DEATH! Who fears mere Jews, mere shitskins, mere physical enemies when he worships Death? Only a fool! These enemies deny the God, they deny the truth that the purpose of life is Death, not with expectation of reward, not with expectation of vindication or prideful assertion of greatness, but acceptance of the only truth, that all men die, and thank God for that!
Who is demoralized? Who could possibly know despair in the worship of Father Death? The God whom all myths point to, the truth whose hand falls upon all things. I so love Death that I would sacrifice my only world to Him. I am the enemy of those who cling to life in hubris and those who would disrupt the natural order to feed their petty, prideful assertions of social "progress," who would build towers of Babel against the Father, who would spurn the great mission sent to us in the pursuit of what--what? To satisfy a childish desire for life? A desire to be apart from God?
Degeneracy! I will know that I have been demoralized when I begin to love life instead of the God who gave it to me by sparing me his embrace.