<St. Paul, MN> Death wishes, unprotected sex, neglectful drug use, and sinister worship of the devil, all of these topics can be found in the lyrics and stage content of Nine Inch Nails. The ruin of your children’s souls is the objective, Trent Reznor, the lead singer, has made this his life pursuit, to bring your children’s souls with him to hell through the power of music.
The will of Satan is an enticing thing. The devil knows thatsin must be presented as an enticement, to tug at the basics of human desires and create a willing submission to evil. That is exactly the aim of the satanic Nine-Inch-Nails band. Taking their name from the crucifixion nails that were used to affix Jesus to the cross, the band makes no disguise of its’ intentions either in the lyrical content or the hallucinogenic stage presentation.
The stage show is a frightening aggressive display of angst and flat out defiance, heeding Satan’s call and making devil worship appear as “cool” in the eyes of the poor souls subjected to it. The mosh pit crowd is drugged and seemingly under a spell as the horrible noise from the makeshift band thunders and knifes their tender ears. The senses are subjected to high decibel noises that aren’t even registered at airports. The scene is violent, sexual, and drug oriented. Your children are in the middle of it if you allow them to attend such an event.
I witnessed this serious affront on all that is good when I attended a Nine Inched Nails concert in St. Paul, Minnesota last week. The first electronic chords from the band left no doubt that Nine Inch Nails is a drug band. Their intricate stage setup sends strobe-light mathematical projections from a multilevel screen that generate “freak-out” fears and conjured up dreadful feelings of hopelessness and out-of-body enticements that enhance the ellis dees and pot poppers that the have glazed the patrons eyes.
Trent Reznor, himself a stoic man whose sexual allure triggers fornication instincts among the females in the audience, is a screamer and aggressive malcontent who aims to appeal to the lowest common denominator, hell and Satan’s will. Females undressed and tossed their undergarments at the stage, their creamy breasts swaying under the hot lights of the stage display. Their panties soaked with coitus anticipation secretions, they raise their fists into the air and scream in blood curdling chants along with the singer’s howls. Instances of open masturbation and mouth sodomy occurred in the crowd. They yearn for Trent Reznor’s “nine inches!”
The song “Heresy” is on the “Downward Spiral” album. The album motif is the spinning decent into the furnace of eternal torment that Trent Rexnor wishes on your child.
“He tries to tell me what I put inside of me
He’s got the answers to ease my curiosity
Your god is dead and no one cares
If there is a hell I will see you there”
The content of his words are well known to the pathetic crowd. Their idealized view of such hatred and nonconformity is a tragic thing to behold in the days of America’s decline into the Kenyen Socialist Hell that is Obama’s America. On a night when wholesome entertainment is available to our precious youth in the form of evening prayer and college football, they choose instead to attend a heathen rock music concert starring otherwise dregs of society. Children absent of proper parental authority and guidance willingly avail themselves to such filth. It’s such a sad thing to behold.
The song, “Head Like a Hole” defines the satanic disregard of all things decent and confirms the denial of the way of the cross, which is Jesus.
“Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.”
The final number is “Hurt,” which strikes a blow at decency in a way that glorifies nonconformity and appeals to the desperation of teenaged angst that many members of the crowd embrace. It’s a deathly number which surely will send many over the edge to self destructionbut not after having paid their $75 admission.
“And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt”
I thank all the generous donators that have helped fund my excursions to report on these horrible rock and roll bands and their influence on your Caucasian children. Your gift of $20 sent to the National Report in my name, Cassidy Pen, will go a long way in helping me expose these threats to our precious youth.
Remember, my dear friends in Christ, to monitor your children’s music listening habits. Please make sure “Nine Inched Nails” do not appear in their ipod devices or bing histories. Consult your church pastors if you discover this band in your children’s playlists.