Jun 23
The Ultimate Generalization
They generalize from failure—
That's the pattern, every time.
One truth cuts like a razor:
This whole world is filth and slime.
Under reign of devil's minions
It’s been twisted through the years.
What remains in their dominion?
Just a flicker, drowned in fears.
They now breed, like grains of madness,
New editions of the fool.
Is he sold-out ****?—With gladness!
No, he is the standard rule.
And the breed of Spirit-People
Fades in darkness, lost in dreams.
They were targeted and crippled
By those bloodless, silent schemes—
Many wars without a battle
Were unleashed to dim their light.
They’re not over. Hell will rattle
Till they rise again and fight.
Now the tipping point is over,
And the barrel cracks below.
Next—catastrophes like clover,
Hell’s abyss begins to grow.
Spirit—Fire: one ignition.
But Hell sweeps to burn the Flame.
Years ahead bring dark attrition—
Fools will shriek, consumed in shame.
Will the People of the Spirit
Find at last their sacred peace?
Not in peace—creation’s merit
Is to burn, rebuild, release!
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Fools Will Burn — the Fire Stays Pure.
Spirit Creates. That’s the Cure.
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“Thus Spoke Zarathustra…”
Zarathustra’s voice rang true,
They once called him wise one too.
“Listen inward — heed your light,
Only that will guide you right.
Only inner light reveals,
Truth that burns, and wounds, and heals.
Every answer lies inside —
Dawn is near, just let it rise.”
Now the world is Hell’s domain,
Lies pour down like acid rain.
When you find that flame — be still.
Only you can break that seal.
Give that key to none — it breaks.
Each soul has its own heartquakes.
Fools obey another’s chart —
Demons smile. That’s how they start.
Trusting them — you seal your pact.
Now you’re branded as their “sect.”
Horns won’t show — their game is stealth.
Lies: the weapons of their wealth.
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Your Light within — or Hell begins.
Trust the Herd — the Demon wins.
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Goblins
Goblins, beaten to the core —
Lies and violence, filth and war.
Darkness rules their daily mess,
Fear the root of their success.
Even goblins lie within,
Trapped in cycles, soaked in sin.
Homeless hearts and dead ideals —
Genocide behind the wheels.
Genocide — their holy code,
Driven by the demon’s load.
Even filth sits on the throne —
Slow decay to rot the bone.
Goblins, broken, dead inside,
Nowhere left for them to hide.
Satan’s land will bloom and grow
From the bones they’ll leave below.
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Goblins rot — and Hell will feast.
Satan sows them, bone by beast.
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Trash
What falls down is rarely lost —
Still, true worth has a real cost.
Most just carry worthless trash,
Raised by brutes, they talk like rash.
Rudeness shapes their education.
Pass that test — and your salvation
Is to feel, and think, and see —
Leave that junk to idiocy.
All true wealth lives deep inside —
See it now, with open stride.
Else you’ll vanish in the flood
Of dead trash and rotting mud.
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Inner Wealth or outer Waste —
Choose the Light, or rot in haste.
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Rams and the Not-So-New Gate
The gate’s not new — the same old path,
To slaughterhouse and steaming bath.
For meat and wool, the beasts are led
By hands that paint the threshold red.
They paint it bright, they stoke the flame,
You walk in smiling — just the same.
If food's your goal, then feast, be glad —
You're just a dish. And that is sad.
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The gate’s not new — it ends in fire.
You eat — and fuel the butcher’s choir.
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"Too Much Mind"? — More Like Too Much Rot
Old folks slip — it's fate, they say.
Fools get yoked and led astray.
When the mind’s a shattered pit,
All the world turns into ****.
Rare exceptions still survive —
But not long. The poisoned hive
Strikes at those who dare to see,
Pulling minds into the sea.
Go on — drown. No dignity.
If you float, they’ll twist your core,
Make you filth, a fool, a bore.
Strength runs dry in thinking men —
Stench and Fear and Shame again...
Fear for all. This circus show
Is a dumbed-down, shamed tableau.
Brains are cursed in such a land —
But this world’s time is at hand.
Soon it sinks, and none will weep,
For the crimes are foul and deep:
Fascist rage, the cult of death,
And dumb decay that chokes our breath.
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When the mind is feared and banned —
Only rot will rule the land.
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The Mirror
The “mirror” shattered —
Mind went dim, then died.
The core was scattered —
No more us inside.
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Mirror’s gone — and so are we.
Mind erased identity.
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The Mirror
The sacred mirror’s torn apart —
No mind, no flame, no guiding heart.
The Core is gone, the Light grew thin —
And “We” dissolved... where once had been.
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The mirror cracked — the soul withdrew.
No more us — just shadows through.
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The Mirror
The mirror cracked — the mind grew dim,
The Light within was crushed by him.
The Core is lost, replaced by Shade —
No us remains, just shadows made.
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Mirror broken, shadow’s throne—
Light is gone, we stand alone.
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The Mirror (Mystic Shadow)
The mirror shattered, soul undone —
The fading Light is overrun.
Within the Core, the Shadow wakes,
And swallows all the self it takes.
No more we, just drifting ghosts,
Lost between the spectral coasts.
The veil descends — the silent night,
Where shadows feast on vanished light.
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Shattered glass, the soul’s eclipse,
Shadow’s dance on ghostly lips.
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The Mirror
The mirror’s shattered — sacred glass,
Once held the soul’s reflected past.
Now Light dissolves, the Veil descends,
Where ancient Shadow never ends.
The Core, once bright — a mystic flame,
Extinguished in the silent game.
The rites forgotten, secrets lost,
The ghosts now wander, tempest-tossed.
No more us in twilight’s grip,
The self dissolves — a ghostly ship.
Through mystic halls where echoes fade,
The Shadow claims the soul it made.
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Shattered mirror, secrets drowned,
Shadow’s rites—no light is found.
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The Global Sheepish Auschwitz
Auschwitz closed — a new one’s built,
A stifling world for fools and silt.
A realm obsessed with “care” and pain,
Where sheep and cows get shots on chain.
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Auschwitz done — but still they herd,
"Vaccines" line the dumb and blurred.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
Scattered efforts, fractured mind,
Dullness follows, weak and blind,
Lost within a sea of lies—
Filth that blinds and never dies.
Entangled in the petty snare,
Survival’s trap, the cruel despair.
The method vile, the soul’s slow ****,
The Devil’s dance, relentless will.
This is Hell, the darkest night.
Dance to this or lose the fight.
Evil beasts will **** with ease—
Your soul’s last breath, a dying breeze.
Soullessness their sweet delight,
Their "life’s" aim, their endless blight.
Trust no fiend, but guard your mind—
Grow your thought, refuse the blind.
Intuition, sharp critique,
Are the weapons that you seek.
Against wild lies that spin and burn—
Hell’s own sorcery, its turn.
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Scatter minds — the Hell will rise.
Fight with thought — or soul dies.
---------------------
The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
Fragments scattered, minds undone,
Splitting souls beneath dark sun.
From the abyss, the lies arise—
Filth that weaves a cursed guise.
Caught within the petty snares,
Bound by fear, the spirit fares.
This infernal, timeless spell
Binds the soul in shadowed hell.
Only those who dare to dance
With the flames of ancient trance
Stand against the creeping blight—
Guardians of the sacred light.
Soulless fiends embrace the dark,
Feeding on the spirit’s spark.
But the mind, sharp, clear, and bright,
Cuts the veil and claims the night.
Intuition’s mystic blade,
Critical thought, the shield they’ve made.
Breaking cycles, rending lies,
Rising where the shadow dies.
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Shattered lies and shadows bind—
Only light can break the blind.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Mysteries of Passage)
Scattered shards of fractured mind,
Souls divide, then intertwine.
Through the darkened veil we pass—
Ancient rites within the glass.
Lies like shadows coil and creep,
Binding souls in endless sleep.
Yet the fire of trial burns,
Calling forth as spirit turns.
In the chamber of the night,
Where illusions lose their might,
Guardians stand with sharpened sight—
Keepers of the sacred light.
Through the death of old deceit,
And the heartbeat’s steady beat,
Mind and soul in trial’s dance,
Claim the path of true advance.
Intuition’s whispered flame,
Critical thought, the alchemist’s name.
Breaking chains of hellish lore—
Cross the gate, emerge once more.
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Through shadowed rites and fire’s breath—
Death of old, rebirth from death.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Guardians of the Gates)
Shattered mind, like broken flame,
Through the fire, we shed the blame.
Waters wash the soul anew—
Cleansing lies that poison you.
At the gates, the guardians wait,
Silent watchers of our fate.
Spirits guide the trembling way,
Through the night to birth the day.
Lies like shadows coil and bite,
But the flame reveals the light.
Trial’s dance—a sacred art—
Breaking chains around the heart.
Intuition’s flame ignites,
Critical thought, the guiding lights.
Cross the threshold, shed the past—
Find the truth that will outlast.
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Fire cleanses, waters heal,
Guardians guide — the soul’s ordeal.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Alchemy of the Soul)
Broken shards of shattered mind,
In the crucible we find
Fire’s wrath and water’s flow—
Alchemist’s sacred undertow.
Burn away the dross, the lies,
Smoke that blinds the spirit’s eyes.
From the ash, the soul reborn—
Through the night and breaking dawn.
Lead to gold, the mystic art,
Turning darkness into heart.
Trial’s flame refines the core—
Chains dissolve forevermore.
Guided by the inner spark,
Piercing through the deepest dark.
Thought and flame, the alchemist’s key—
Unlock the soul’s true alchemy.
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Fire burns, the soul refines,
Lead to gold through shadowed signs.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
(Alchemy of the Four Elements)
Shattered mind, the prima materia,
Lead within the dark hysteria.
Fire’s flame ignites the soul,
Burning dross to make it whole.
Water flows — the cleansing stream,
Washing lies from waking dream.
Air unfolds the dawning thought,
Breath of wisdom dearly bought.
Earth, the base that grounds the flight,
Shapes the spirit through the night.
Salt and sulfur, mercury,
Dance in alchemist’s mystery.
Through the furnace, dark and deep,
Spirit wakes from ancient sleep.
Trial’s fire and water’s wave,
Forge the soul the light will save.
Intuition, thought, and flame,
One within the mystic name.
Breaking chains, the self made free—
Soul transformed eternally.
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Fire burns and waters cleanse,
Air inspires, Earth makes sense.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
(Occult Alchemy and Mystical Rite)
Prima materia, dark and cold,
The base where all begins untold.
Leaden soul in shadow’s grip,
Bound by chains of ancient script.
Sulfur’s fire, the blazing breath,
Consuming lies and waking death.
Salt, the earth that grounds and binds,
Shapes the flesh and molds the minds.
Mercury, the fleeting soul,
Fluid, shifting, seeking whole.
Fourfold dance of earth and air,
Fire’s wrath and water’s care.
In the sacred circle drawn,
Underneath the veiled dark dawn,
Rites of old, the mystic flame,
Call the soul to shed its shame.
Transmute the dark to shining gold,
Break the curse of lies untold.
Through the furnace, through the veil,
Spirit’s light will rise and sail.
Intuition’s secret key,
Unlocks ancient alchemy.
Thought and flame as one shall be—
Soul reborn eternally.
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Lead to gold, dark into light,
Fourfold elements unite.
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The Fakir Sobered Up...
“The fakir was drunk, the trick failed tight...”
Nonsense, scams, and lies take flight.
Propaganda’s buzzing drones,
Feeding sweet on poisoned tones.
Stupidity, deceit, and fear —
Rot have spoiled the world’s veneer.
Sheep like heads upon the block,
Soon will end the clever flock.
The time is near. Tyrants erred —
Sheep and masters both will share
Breathless fate, the fascist lie,
Overflowing, doomed to die.
Judgment’s scale is tipping high,
Punishment will scorch the sky.
From the ashes, new world’s fire —
Burn the cells, sober fakir.
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Fakir sober, lies undone—
Sheep will fall, and so will ****.
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Drought
A single drop within the rain—
The fractal cosmos waits the strain.
The earth in need, by fools betrayed,
Their sweep begun, the plan is laid.
An age is born of that design,
No saving grace, no more divine.
The countdown starts, the fate is cast—
Salvation’s lost; it’s doomed to last.
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One drop lost — the drought begins,
Fools drag earth to fading sins.
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Expecting an Honest Search
To just make search — is that too much?
Does this world lack a simple touch?
What’s worth a world that’s just a pit?
Is this a world? Or just a sh*t?
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Search for truth? Just filthy lies.
This world’s a dump — no good disguise.
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The Hook and the Spinning Top
A fool’s attempt to grasp the horns,
For luck and vice in cursed forms—
But it’s just a hook, you see:
Caught ones silent, never free.
Young sheep from every shambling land
Know nothing of the hook’s command.
They spin around like tops in trap,
Till caught—then silence seals their wrap.
The whole world’s just a penned-in zone,
A twisted trap, a darkened throne.
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Caught on hooks, the fools just spin —
Silent sheep trapped deep within.
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From Hell to Hell...
To be born among the beasts—
Into hell so black and vast—
Mind will parch, the Spirit roast,
Lost within a savage blast.
Die—and yet another hell
Waits to pay the price of mad.
Only filth and foulness reign,
Only beasts leave marks so sad.
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From hell to hell, the spirit’s torn—
In filthy shadows, all is born.
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From Hell to Hell
To dwell amid the shadowed beasts,
In hell where light and reason cease—
The mind grows dry, the spirit burns,
Lost in wild delirium’s turns.
Death brings no rest, but darker gates,
A judgment forged in twisted fates.
Where only filth and foulness thrive,
And cursed souls alone survive.
No grace remains, no gentle breath—
Just endless night, eternal death.
A spiral down through shadow’s sea,
From hell to hell, no soul is free.
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Hell within, and hell without—
The soul’s lost path, the endless doubt.
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Pressure on Repeat
“The chains that form outside your soul
Are always slavery’s cruel toll.”
— Osho
The stench surges, off the scale,
A prison world, a fatal jail.
Your path is lost if fools you trust—
Disaster waits; betrayals ******.
You open doors to every lie,
And chances fade, you barely try.
In rotten lies, the shades abound—
Bright wraps, deceit in every sound.
Hot calls, tricks, and filth combined—
Even “geniuses” mislead the blind.
Not just years, but generations—
This flood of crap repeats its nations.
It’s on repeat, the crushing weight—
That’s how they ****, that’s how they bait.
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Lies repeat, the filth returns—
In their trap, the spirit burns.
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Tedious Suicide
Poets **** themselves —
Their souls still sing inside.
Such chances come —
Unnumbered, far and wide.
Suicide is dreadful,
But life’s worse still.
To speak between the stumps—
Is that your will?
I don’t care — I speak aloud,
Though life winds to its end.
Will I break free?
Fate curses every friend.
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Goals and Outcomes
Souls destroyed—the goal of rule,
Slaves remain, the system’s tool.
Chains of lies bind all the blind,
No escape for twisted mind.
If the mind is warped and cold,
Only flesh has truth to hold.
In this hell that’s dark and real,
Fate is harsh—no chance to heal.
Soulless masses fill the space,
God is gone, no saving grace.
End is near, a new abyss—
Low and dark, a final kiss.
This hell comes, Earth won’t survive,
Slaves reject the Spirit’s drive.
Soon we’ll face the heavy fall—
Waiting now for doom to call.
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Souls crushed, lies bind the blind—
No escape for broken mind.
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The Mark of Fiends
All around is rotting death... What steps remain?
No steps at all — just flee the shame!
The fiends’ loud slogan: “Fools, beware!”
So dull it is — pour venom there!
Flee the shame, abandon disgrace:
The cursed fiends infest this place!
Lift up your poisoned gaze above—
Eons of fools trapped in false love!
So clear to see — it’s all a lie,
But fight with life, or let it die!
If sacrifice is not your way—
You carry fiends’ mark day by day.
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Rot surrounds — no steps to take,
Fiends' false words — a venomed fake.
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Death Will Calm
Having walked through Hell,
Don’t believe, don’t think—
You’re not a fiend—
Die without a blink!
Had enough of all?—
Then die with grace!
Drop the whining—
Death calms the race...
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Through Hell’s deep flame,
Die proud, no shame.
They generalize from failure—
That's the pattern, every time.
One truth cuts like a razor:
This whole world is filth and slime.
Under reign of devil's minions
It’s been twisted through the years.
What remains in their dominion?
Just a flicker, drowned in fears.
They now breed, like grains of madness,
New editions of the fool.
Is he sold-out ****?—With gladness!
No, he is the standard rule.
And the breed of Spirit-People
Fades in darkness, lost in dreams.
They were targeted and crippled
By those bloodless, silent schemes—
Many wars without a battle
Were unleashed to dim their light.
They’re not over. Hell will rattle
Till they rise again and fight.
Now the tipping point is over,
And the barrel cracks below.
Next—catastrophes like clover,
Hell’s abyss begins to grow.
Spirit—Fire: one ignition.
But Hell sweeps to burn the Flame.
Years ahead bring dark attrition—
Fools will shriek, consumed in shame.
Will the People of the Spirit
Find at last their sacred peace?
Not in peace—creation’s merit
Is to burn, rebuild, release!
---------------------
Fools Will Burn — the Fire Stays Pure.
Spirit Creates. That’s the Cure.
---------------------
“Thus Spoke Zarathustra…”
Zarathustra’s voice rang true,
They once called him wise one too.
“Listen inward — heed your light,
Only that will guide you right.
Only inner light reveals,
Truth that burns, and wounds, and heals.
Every answer lies inside —
Dawn is near, just let it rise.”
Now the world is Hell’s domain,
Lies pour down like acid rain.
When you find that flame — be still.
Only you can break that seal.
Give that key to none — it breaks.
Each soul has its own heartquakes.
Fools obey another’s chart —
Demons smile. That’s how they start.
Trusting them — you seal your pact.
Now you’re branded as their “sect.”
Horns won’t show — their game is stealth.
Lies: the weapons of their wealth.
---------------------
Your Light within — or Hell begins.
Trust the Herd — the Demon wins.
---------------------
Goblins
Goblins, beaten to the core —
Lies and violence, filth and war.
Darkness rules their daily mess,
Fear the root of their success.
Even goblins lie within,
Trapped in cycles, soaked in sin.
Homeless hearts and dead ideals —
Genocide behind the wheels.
Genocide — their holy code,
Driven by the demon’s load.
Even filth sits on the throne —
Slow decay to rot the bone.
Goblins, broken, dead inside,
Nowhere left for them to hide.
Satan’s land will bloom and grow
From the bones they’ll leave below.
---------------------
Goblins rot — and Hell will feast.
Satan sows them, bone by beast.
---------------------
Trash
What falls down is rarely lost —
Still, true worth has a real cost.
Most just carry worthless trash,
Raised by brutes, they talk like rash.
Rudeness shapes their education.
Pass that test — and your salvation
Is to feel, and think, and see —
Leave that junk to idiocy.
All true wealth lives deep inside —
See it now, with open stride.
Else you’ll vanish in the flood
Of dead trash and rotting mud.
---------------------
Inner Wealth or outer Waste —
Choose the Light, or rot in haste.
---------------------
Rams and the Not-So-New Gate
The gate’s not new — the same old path,
To slaughterhouse and steaming bath.
For meat and wool, the beasts are led
By hands that paint the threshold red.
They paint it bright, they stoke the flame,
You walk in smiling — just the same.
If food's your goal, then feast, be glad —
You're just a dish. And that is sad.
---------------------
The gate’s not new — it ends in fire.
You eat — and fuel the butcher’s choir.
---------------------
"Too Much Mind"? — More Like Too Much Rot
Old folks slip — it's fate, they say.
Fools get yoked and led astray.
When the mind’s a shattered pit,
All the world turns into ****.
Rare exceptions still survive —
But not long. The poisoned hive
Strikes at those who dare to see,
Pulling minds into the sea.
Go on — drown. No dignity.
If you float, they’ll twist your core,
Make you filth, a fool, a bore.
Strength runs dry in thinking men —
Stench and Fear and Shame again...
Fear for all. This circus show
Is a dumbed-down, shamed tableau.
Brains are cursed in such a land —
But this world’s time is at hand.
Soon it sinks, and none will weep,
For the crimes are foul and deep:
Fascist rage, the cult of death,
And dumb decay that chokes our breath.
---------------------
When the mind is feared and banned —
Only rot will rule the land.
---------------------
The Mirror
The “mirror” shattered —
Mind went dim, then died.
The core was scattered —
No more us inside.
---------------------
Mirror’s gone — and so are we.
Mind erased identity.
---------------------
The Mirror
The sacred mirror’s torn apart —
No mind, no flame, no guiding heart.
The Core is gone, the Light grew thin —
And “We” dissolved... where once had been.
---------------------
The mirror cracked — the soul withdrew.
No more us — just shadows through.
---------------------
The Mirror
The mirror cracked — the mind grew dim,
The Light within was crushed by him.
The Core is lost, replaced by Shade —
No us remains, just shadows made.
---------------------
Mirror broken, shadow’s throne—
Light is gone, we stand alone.
---------------------
The Mirror (Mystic Shadow)
The mirror shattered, soul undone —
The fading Light is overrun.
Within the Core, the Shadow wakes,
And swallows all the self it takes.
No more we, just drifting ghosts,
Lost between the spectral coasts.
The veil descends — the silent night,
Where shadows feast on vanished light.
---------------------
Shattered glass, the soul’s eclipse,
Shadow’s dance on ghostly lips.
---------------------
The Mirror
The mirror’s shattered — sacred glass,
Once held the soul’s reflected past.
Now Light dissolves, the Veil descends,
Where ancient Shadow never ends.
The Core, once bright — a mystic flame,
Extinguished in the silent game.
The rites forgotten, secrets lost,
The ghosts now wander, tempest-tossed.
No more us in twilight’s grip,
The self dissolves — a ghostly ship.
Through mystic halls where echoes fade,
The Shadow claims the soul it made.
---------------------
Shattered mirror, secrets drowned,
Shadow’s rites—no light is found.
---------------------
The Global Sheepish Auschwitz
Auschwitz closed — a new one’s built,
A stifling world for fools and silt.
A realm obsessed with “care” and pain,
Where sheep and cows get shots on chain.
---------------------
Auschwitz done — but still they herd,
"Vaccines" line the dumb and blurred.
---------------------
The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
Scattered efforts, fractured mind,
Dullness follows, weak and blind,
Lost within a sea of lies—
Filth that blinds and never dies.
Entangled in the petty snare,
Survival’s trap, the cruel despair.
The method vile, the soul’s slow ****,
The Devil’s dance, relentless will.
This is Hell, the darkest night.
Dance to this or lose the fight.
Evil beasts will **** with ease—
Your soul’s last breath, a dying breeze.
Soullessness their sweet delight,
Their "life’s" aim, their endless blight.
Trust no fiend, but guard your mind—
Grow your thought, refuse the blind.
Intuition, sharp critique,
Are the weapons that you seek.
Against wild lies that spin and burn—
Hell’s own sorcery, its turn.
---------------------
Scatter minds — the Hell will rise.
Fight with thought — or soul dies.
---------------------
The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
Fragments scattered, minds undone,
Splitting souls beneath dark sun.
From the abyss, the lies arise—
Filth that weaves a cursed guise.
Caught within the petty snares,
Bound by fear, the spirit fares.
This infernal, timeless spell
Binds the soul in shadowed hell.
Only those who dare to dance
With the flames of ancient trance
Stand against the creeping blight—
Guardians of the sacred light.
Soulless fiends embrace the dark,
Feeding on the spirit’s spark.
But the mind, sharp, clear, and bright,
Cuts the veil and claims the night.
Intuition’s mystic blade,
Critical thought, the shield they’ve made.
Breaking cycles, rending lies,
Rising where the shadow dies.
---------------------
Shattered lies and shadows bind—
Only light can break the blind.
---------------------
The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Mysteries of Passage)
Scattered shards of fractured mind,
Souls divide, then intertwine.
Through the darkened veil we pass—
Ancient rites within the glass.
Lies like shadows coil and creep,
Binding souls in endless sleep.
Yet the fire of trial burns,
Calling forth as spirit turns.
In the chamber of the night,
Where illusions lose their might,
Guardians stand with sharpened sight—
Keepers of the sacred light.
Through the death of old deceit,
And the heartbeat’s steady beat,
Mind and soul in trial’s dance,
Claim the path of true advance.
Intuition’s whispered flame,
Critical thought, the alchemist’s name.
Breaking chains of hellish lore—
Cross the gate, emerge once more.
---------------------
Through shadowed rites and fire’s breath—
Death of old, rebirth from death.
---------------------
The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Guardians of the Gates)
Shattered mind, like broken flame,
Through the fire, we shed the blame.
Waters wash the soul anew—
Cleansing lies that poison you.
At the gates, the guardians wait,
Silent watchers of our fate.
Spirits guide the trembling way,
Through the night to birth the day.
Lies like shadows coil and bite,
But the flame reveals the light.
Trial’s dance—a sacred art—
Breaking chains around the heart.
Intuition’s flame ignites,
Critical thought, the guiding lights.
Cross the threshold, shed the past—
Find the truth that will outlast.
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Fire cleanses, waters heal,
Guardians guide — the soul’s ordeal.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Alchemy of the Soul)
Broken shards of shattered mind,
In the crucible we find
Fire’s wrath and water’s flow—
Alchemist’s sacred undertow.
Burn away the dross, the lies,
Smoke that blinds the spirit’s eyes.
From the ash, the soul reborn—
Through the night and breaking dawn.
Lead to gold, the mystic art,
Turning darkness into heart.
Trial’s flame refines the core—
Chains dissolve forevermore.
Guided by the inner spark,
Piercing through the deepest dark.
Thought and flame, the alchemist’s key—
Unlock the soul’s true alchemy.
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Fire burns, the soul refines,
Lead to gold through shadowed signs.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
(Alchemy of the Four Elements)
Shattered mind, the prima materia,
Lead within the dark hysteria.
Fire’s flame ignites the soul,
Burning dross to make it whole.
Water flows — the cleansing stream,
Washing lies from waking dream.
Air unfolds the dawning thought,
Breath of wisdom dearly bought.
Earth, the base that grounds the flight,
Shapes the spirit through the night.
Salt and sulfur, mercury,
Dance in alchemist’s mystery.
Through the furnace, dark and deep,
Spirit wakes from ancient sleep.
Trial’s fire and water’s wave,
Forge the soul the light will save.
Intuition, thought, and flame,
One within the mystic name.
Breaking chains, the self made free—
Soul transformed eternally.
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Fire burns and waters cleanse,
Air inspires, Earth makes sense.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
(Occult Alchemy and Mystical Rite)
Prima materia, dark and cold,
The base where all begins untold.
Leaden soul in shadow’s grip,
Bound by chains of ancient script.
Sulfur’s fire, the blazing breath,
Consuming lies and waking death.
Salt, the earth that grounds and binds,
Shapes the flesh and molds the minds.
Mercury, the fleeting soul,
Fluid, shifting, seeking whole.
Fourfold dance of earth and air,
Fire’s wrath and water’s care.
In the sacred circle drawn,
Underneath the veiled dark dawn,
Rites of old, the mystic flame,
Call the soul to shed its shame.
Transmute the dark to shining gold,
Break the curse of lies untold.
Through the furnace, through the veil,
Spirit’s light will rise and sail.
Intuition’s secret key,
Unlocks ancient alchemy.
Thought and flame as one shall be—
Soul reborn eternally.
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Lead to gold, dark into light,
Fourfold elements unite.
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The Fakir Sobered Up...
“The fakir was drunk, the trick failed tight...”
Nonsense, scams, and lies take flight.
Propaganda’s buzzing drones,
Feeding sweet on poisoned tones.
Stupidity, deceit, and fear —
Rot have spoiled the world’s veneer.
Sheep like heads upon the block,
Soon will end the clever flock.
The time is near. Tyrants erred —
Sheep and masters both will share
Breathless fate, the fascist lie,
Overflowing, doomed to die.
Judgment’s scale is tipping high,
Punishment will scorch the sky.
From the ashes, new world’s fire —
Burn the cells, sober fakir.
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Fakir sober, lies undone—
Sheep will fall, and so will ****.
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Drought
A single drop within the rain—
The fractal cosmos waits the strain.
The earth in need, by fools betrayed,
Their sweep begun, the plan is laid.
An age is born of that design,
No saving grace, no more divine.
The countdown starts, the fate is cast—
Salvation’s lost; it’s doomed to last.
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One drop lost — the drought begins,
Fools drag earth to fading sins.
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Expecting an Honest Search
To just make search — is that too much?
Does this world lack a simple touch?
What’s worth a world that’s just a pit?
Is this a world? Or just a sh*t?
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Search for truth? Just filthy lies.
This world’s a dump — no good disguise.
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The Hook and the Spinning Top
A fool’s attempt to grasp the horns,
For luck and vice in cursed forms—
But it’s just a hook, you see:
Caught ones silent, never free.
Young sheep from every shambling land
Know nothing of the hook’s command.
They spin around like tops in trap,
Till caught—then silence seals their wrap.
The whole world’s just a penned-in zone,
A twisted trap, a darkened throne.
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Caught on hooks, the fools just spin —
Silent sheep trapped deep within.
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From Hell to Hell...
To be born among the beasts—
Into hell so black and vast—
Mind will parch, the Spirit roast,
Lost within a savage blast.
Die—and yet another hell
Waits to pay the price of mad.
Only filth and foulness reign,
Only beasts leave marks so sad.
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From hell to hell, the spirit’s torn—
In filthy shadows, all is born.
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From Hell to Hell
To dwell amid the shadowed beasts,
In hell where light and reason cease—
The mind grows dry, the spirit burns,
Lost in wild delirium’s turns.
Death brings no rest, but darker gates,
A judgment forged in twisted fates.
Where only filth and foulness thrive,
And cursed souls alone survive.
No grace remains, no gentle breath—
Just endless night, eternal death.
A spiral down through shadow’s sea,
From hell to hell, no soul is free.
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Hell within, and hell without—
The soul’s lost path, the endless doubt.
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Pressure on Repeat
“The chains that form outside your soul
Are always slavery’s cruel toll.”
— Osho
The stench surges, off the scale,
A prison world, a fatal jail.
Your path is lost if fools you trust—
Disaster waits; betrayals ******.
You open doors to every lie,
And chances fade, you barely try.
In rotten lies, the shades abound—
Bright wraps, deceit in every sound.
Hot calls, tricks, and filth combined—
Even “geniuses” mislead the blind.
Not just years, but generations—
This flood of crap repeats its nations.
It’s on repeat, the crushing weight—
That’s how they ****, that’s how they bait.
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Lies repeat, the filth returns—
In their trap, the spirit burns.
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Tedious Suicide
Poets **** themselves —
Their souls still sing inside.
Such chances come —
Unnumbered, far and wide.
Suicide is dreadful,
But life’s worse still.
To speak between the stumps—
Is that your will?
I don’t care — I speak aloud,
Though life winds to its end.
Will I break free?
Fate curses every friend.
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Goals and Outcomes
Souls destroyed—the goal of rule,
Slaves remain, the system’s tool.
Chains of lies bind all the blind,
No escape for twisted mind.
If the mind is warped and cold,
Only flesh has truth to hold.
In this hell that’s dark and real,
Fate is harsh—no chance to heal.
Soulless masses fill the space,
God is gone, no saving grace.
End is near, a new abyss—
Low and dark, a final kiss.
This hell comes, Earth won’t survive,
Slaves reject the Spirit’s drive.
Soon we’ll face the heavy fall—
Waiting now for doom to call.
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Souls crushed, lies bind the blind—
No escape for broken mind.
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The Mark of Fiends
All around is rotting death... What steps remain?
No steps at all — just flee the shame!
The fiends’ loud slogan: “Fools, beware!”
So dull it is — pour venom there!
Flee the shame, abandon disgrace:
The cursed fiends infest this place!
Lift up your poisoned gaze above—
Eons of fools trapped in false love!
So clear to see — it’s all a lie,
But fight with life, or let it die!
If sacrifice is not your way—
You carry fiends’ mark day by day.
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Rot surrounds — no steps to take,
Fiends' false words — a venomed fake.
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Death Will Calm
Having walked through Hell,
Don’t believe, don’t think—
You’re not a fiend—
Die without a blink!
Had enough of all?—
Then die with grace!
Drop the whining—
Death calms the race...
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Through Hell’s deep flame,
Die proud, no shame.
