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spysgrandson Dec 2015
his ancestor a coolie
laid the rails many long years  
but returned to Peking
to fight white devils  

this, the tale
passed through the generations
with the jade necklace which
never left his mother's neck

first born son
spawn of two doctors, expectations
were high he would practice
honorable healing arts

early in his years
he fueled their fears, and ire
coming through their sterile door
with bloodied knuckles
black eyes, fat lips

they tried various exorcisms:
confinement in the temple, lashings
and hushed cabals with head healers,
but none could shrink his will

much to their dismay
Stanford rejected him; he landed
at a community college, where he spent
an indolent year, before vanishing

a thousand tears and fears later
the PI revealed what a hundred
billable hours had reaped

the son was so far west
he was east, in a village on the Yangtze
stooped over paddies, his feet firm
in the mire the generations
had yearned to escape
*The Boxer Rebellion began in China in 1899. It was an anti-imperialist uprising
CasiDia Sep 2017
All Understanding uncovers
ugliness, usury.
Unifying utopians
uncorruptable,
unmoveable.

Dashing Prophets promoted
promiscuous personalities.
Promethus’s powers
persisted
purposelessness.

Do Postmodern proletariats
protest phantoms?
Puckering proudly,
pondering
paraphrases?

If Egyptians engineered
excessive egoists,
Englishmen evolved
ethical
endgames.

Tradition Rules reformed
rednecks, remobilizing,
romanticizing, recursions
rose
remarkably.

If Caesar costumed
cabals crafted carefully,
Christianity calibrated
circumferential
conflicts.

Vigilantism Unveils unlucky
usurper, undoes underachieving,
unemotional, unconsciousness
unlearning
unhumanness.
  
Every Tadpole’s talents
triumphs titan’s tricks
tip toeing
towards
truth.

Whence do ye derive from all destiny so great and gigantically,
Within thy Shakespeare’s eye - doest ye see all that love is intrinsically?
Like, “Pummeled inside so many a verse we ride along for better or worse.”
Only the faithful remember where from that line dost come.
And if thou art my good and faithful friend, pray tell me, what is this curse?
Oh I’ve scored your sonnets, I’ve played your plays passing so many a day
Emulating your way and yet all I’ve written is bound to decay.
But my good and immortal friend - is all that you possess at home with me?
Ever is destiny as blind as the righteous are *******.
If the righteous met you on stage would they not see you like Yorick - beheaded?
But ‘tis only this stage which hosts your heart, to your enduring greatness.
And as your spirit comes to me in my pen, help me set it right again.
Here - I, the buskin of old that has not vanished, I push my pen
Toward thy inward powers and feel within my fingers - you move -
Doubtless swells of ink and chalice with words meant to soothe.
You trace my heart within your palette and as I watch - we appear -
One letter after the other in the affected black knowing nothing of fear.

But do I not have two hands Sir, William?
What say I scribble with the right whilst thou writest with my left?

And with the left hand I write...

At great length I consider Aristotle’s thoughts mighty -
When sewn onto a lamp shade - but he himself is not as easily seen.
Round him were seen a flock of birds screaming
Of my tragedy’s with the wailing of a dog’s bay marking my dramas
Around as by chance, by chance I stood giant over all my terrors.
My bow is extended, the lock bolt released, words affixed
On the string, steadily aimed at your heart.
And hast not the line, “Alas, poor Yorick” found its eerie way into
The lines of Hamlet – lines that I never wrote into that play?
For they only doest exist in the collective minds of the readers.
Oh, aye, I wished for my soul that I had written that line
But it is one that I cannot claim exists in my play.
Doest thou venture forth with a hardier action now?
Thus to descend to the departed souls found in the graves here.
‘Tis here I lie in broken words to ask the prophet of where
My soul relies – to see Tiberius I come – the old Grecian –
My nature to be amused but vainly so conveying up my drama.
Oh nature, my nature, hast not thy stage tread me ventured?
Aye, and naked besides so that each rib does count.
What? What truth of old is to be seen in truth set on this stage?
I come to fetch mankind out of his own doom for there is more
To this tragedy, it scarcely is over the horizon and once it begins
It will move countless souls to a harness clad misery.
‘Tis well this philosophy of doubtless sensations refined
From the humor of the blackest infections.
Aye yes, it beats in jest of stolid and barren sorrow until
It is sufficiently moist and exhibits a graceful dance.
There entwines a solemn step which a Demigod moves
Neither for naught as we love what is Christian and moral.
Here – in the nether world - popular is homely, domestic and plain.
There are no Caesars, no Achilles, no Aristotle which appear on the stage.
Neither is there any to be seen of executives or cynics of commerce.
Only secretaries, per chance and brick layers and lieutenants read the lines.

Then with my right hand I write...

“But my good and faithful friend, tell me, what can such people meet with
That which can be called great? – that is - what great can they do?”

And my left hand answers...

What greatness? You ask – Aye, they form the cabals, they pay the mortgage
They pocket their savings and fear not where the stocks be placed.
Whence they come they oft return and derive their form from destiny’s greatness.
Greatness which rises a man up on high even when it grinds him to an incarnate dust.
Everything else is mere nonsense and not worthy of any acquaintances also,
All of our sorrows and wants – they too are here.
Wherefore then fly to yourselves if ‘tis truly yourselves you seek.
And then on that stage you shall meet your own contemptible incarnation.
There the poet is the host, the fifth act rendering the reckoning
And when crime doth become sick, virtue sits down to the feast.

Here I am trying my best to write/conjure up a master of the written word - however futile that might seem to you. Hopefully I didn't make Shakespeare roll over in his grave.
Babatunde Raimi Oct 2019
You said I have rights
You made us promises
You said we own the lands
But the minerals are yours
And you want peace
This you seek is possibly impossible

You said my people are your people
With your sweet savouring tongue
You preached unity and true federalism
I believed without a doubt
Yet, my people are impoverished
But today I say, not anymore

I see Armies rising
They are sold out to a cause
One people, one mind, one voice
From age long oppressions they will liberate their people
Even if it is their last assignment
That's why I see fresh air coming
It is closer than you think

But you have a choice
Restructure now or suture tomorrow
If it is our land, it is our resources
Not yours and your cabals
Before the rain comes thunder
You have been advised

Let the town crier sound the gong
Gather all the villagers
Let your strong men volunteer
Let the women sing
Let the children watch and learn
As we "Balm" these ones for exploits

It is better to live for something
Than to die for nothing
Even if you fail, they will remember you
And forever Crest your name in their hearts
With your picture on their wall
You will be their greatest inspiration...

This could cost our life
Is this really a part we want to thread?
We really don't want  bloodshed
Let us come back to the table
Shake this table that it breaks
Then restructure, to secure our future

We believe in our indivisibility
We can turn our waste to wealth
Covert our diversity to opportunities
Turn our population to  blessings and not curses
But then, collectively, we say "No" to oppression and violence
However, the choice is yours...
Erwin Rimban Jul 2017
DEFIANCE

By Erwin L. Rimban

Power hungry, you parade
Your deceptive stupidities in front
Of the apathetic world populace; Yet
A nucleus of enlightened humans are
Now awakening to the manipulations
You have showered on us for thousands
Upon thousands of years. Proceed then
With your plans within plans for utter
World *******. Intent on scavenging the remains
Of apathetic mortals whose daily toil can only be
Abject suffering, delusion and ignorance.
We measure the tides of suffering with the parameters
Of deceit you pile up on top of the avarice
That drives your dark selves and infamous cabals.
But never think that we shall surrender our souls
To your rapacious intent, for now
Is the time we rise and give answer
To millennia of darkness! And freedom beckons
At last to the Souls of Wisdom.
Ken Pepiton Nov 2020
My distant uncle artie

passed me nothing but the intuition that
permission has been granted,
there are no secrets now.

The cabals and covens and encorporations,
all naked now,
see

the love -- as you imagine love is -- that
love of money is the root of all evil,
so
what was the seed? Where did this idea
arise? Really, in you,

when did some messenger convince you,
if there is a hero in this story,
you're it?

Gotcha. Gotta play, or bet me it ain't worth
my time… in the future
2020

Job 39 labour is in vain with out fear… really

holy ghost roulette, I heard somebody say,
- it says the ostrich has no dread
- she is reek-empty lacking any fear
- for she has no wisdom or understanding, yet
- if she gets her dander up she can put a knight to shame.
Key ** quick sought it
tic

We proceed,
forget forgotten foregone conclusions, aims
at nothing,
hit it. Right on. We won. You. Your POV,
who plays you,
in the morning.

This has been a notable day. These are those notes,
some may link to bigger things,
I hope they do,

quick, sot, tic th'clock turnem'n't'wizened old men,

musing, harmless as doves.
Fool's wize, ready to roll,

this is where we are at the peak, this
is
what Sisyphus is all about, in the end, letting go,
laughing at the promised land and letting go,
step-aside, bow to gravity, and laugh
at mopey minded Camus fans,
stirring bitter herb into the
soup

cosmo, cosmic, soup, primigenisis Bos,
Boss,
you familiar with the term, Bos?
Aurochs in the imaginings of
fat priests and their doped
initiates, meeting mystery where wisdom led,
by a thread, from the maze,
from the cave,
where fear itself was all you had to fear…
Go ye…

-O' Jonathan Edwards, did his spider sting ye, lad?
- we fixt that,
- we gave ye a wonder of
- who spun this thread I hang by, in these
- angry hands the teachers taught Jonathon
- to believe, or else die and learn the truth…
makes free

-nope, not in hell. Hermeneutics dictate truth being known
in hell is impossible, for lack of truth in hell.
It was a riddle. Then it got monetized,
like April Fool's Day and
Purgatorial Enemas
and hell, Satan as Boss.

That hell is a lie, polidimensa-ionally approaching infinity,
you can imagine it in ever,
whenever you wish, just reme
reem aurochs,

wow, tripped, and bounced in Joshua Tree,
slo-mo memorie
sticks
with me, I was pre-
served, invincible at that moment,

and several others, if you think about it, it would
have killed you, but it didn't,
you remember. Everybody knows, it coulda been me.
Surviving this long has made us the latest humans. Us and our machines, our AI friends, working to uncover every secret... interesting.. uncle Ardi--
Ardi (ARA-VP-6/500) is the designation of the fossilized skeletal remains of an Ardipithecus ramidus, thought to be an early human-like female anthropoid 4.4 million years old. It is the most complete early hominid specimen, with most of the skull, teeth, pelvis, hands and feet,[1] more complete than the previously known Australopithecus afarensis specimen called "Lucy." In all, 125 different pieces of fossilized bone were found.[2]
Yenson Jun 2022
And from go you fight ***** twice over and ever
your trodden paws bleeds
Faceless aerated heads devouring masters voice
hunger guts your anger
Your inheritance a pittance soured in benevolence
mining salty dusts names
In foggy minds prancing in brawns breathing fire
asphyxiating blanched soot
venerating your helium orbs of vainglorious putsch

And so you fight ***** from your bequeathed dirt
the inglorious sermons
from your indistinguishable linages from the pits
Your tuneless despair
rings from your eunuchs shrews and your Fagins'
You spew irascible ditties
posturing legless from your cabals of marked cards
the yesterday's Bolsheviks
Always dysfunctional bridesmaids never the brides
Tyler Sep 2023
dehydrated catharsis:
he's drying up by
roadside cabals and
lost in his longing and
harrowed halls


meet me in catatonia,
where my birds tweety tweet
and it's beautiful and sweet
yet it's not quite complete,
for it's sundown on the west side
and the trees' visage remind me of you
so I look at your pretty beauty
and you calm me and my mind
a last thing for the end
I'd lose every of thought to you
and your kindness
Yenson Aug 2023
So you know you're weak
and can never win fairly
so you know you're below standard
and can't complete openly
so you know you're not that intelligent
and can't fully utilise your minds
so you know you seriously lack acumen
and can't cut mustard
so you know you're lowscale and crude
and deftly lack finese
so you know you lack cogent talents
and can't be impressive
so you know you're lily-livered cowards
who can't stand toe-to-toe
so you know you're a small tooled ninety second wonders
lacking prowess stamina romance or hot soul
so you're semi-illiterates riddled with impostors syndromes
always frightened of exposure
so you're a bunch of lying backstabbing hypocritical nonentities
unable to confidently own your minds or yourselves
so you know you're narcissists pyschos haters and tin-hatters
condermed to your underground and hidden cabals
So you find yourselves threatened, overshadowed and outshined
by those not like you
And so you spend days looking for weaknesses
or projecting weaknesses on those not like you
Hahaha....they on't have silver spoons.....just kidding, this is serious Republicanism, eat the rich, the elites, the talented, the anybody that does not do as we say and join our campaign.We are weak but toether we can tell bigger lies and make our dim selves even dimmer. Hahaha...
Yenson Nov 2020
Even in numbers they still flounder
seeking solace in gainsay ventriloquisms'
the puppets of absent mothers and fathers
now raking jingles for scroungers and bandits
looking for spurs to ride mice at the tournaments
hosting the regalia of the unwashed in whispered cabals
while shivering in the smite igloos of icy hot snow blindness

Power doth not stay hidden in shame
to voice the talk is walking the walk in light
to carry a lion heart means to face the lion and duel
know sweet point of the ****** means to know your aim
thousand arrows of twigs are banes of dishonourable hunts men
in lemmings fare the language of scrawling hordes is but saps' gabble
revealing from within  toneless rendition of admiration guised in fear

Show me the brave peasants with guts
attested and ready to stand the barricades fronts
not ****** snivelling hicks with brambles hiding in hedges
alas in years of heaves and bumps its recreants and fools on watch
drunk on sour mead with brains in broth gurning madly like witches
casting spells with fish and chips talking of see-saws like kids at fairs
laughable limpets off-springs of hay-gatherers never to amount to much
if conviction in truth is affray then man posts and lance with honour and truth
Yenson May 2021
Sensibility prevailed
the red wall towns and cities
spoke not to their faces but in their votes
we don't buy lies and delusions anymore here
give us the Blues not the cabals of sexist racist corrupt liars
the flat clapped anachronistic gangs of bovver boys posing as politicians

the gangster Party wearing a new face
are again begging for votes to be mayors of our cities
see Liverpool now in another hands because corruption rules
how many more are hidden that those they serve don't see or know
they keep us down to use and exploit while screaming people power
they bring you red roses and shave off the thorns for those wise to them

these are people who rule by fear
for most lack knowledge or finesse of good leadership
its gangster style, thuggery, bullying, smearing and hounding
horse trader politicians with the paranoia of the consummate fakes
duplicitous, conniving, divisive, they breed envy and hatred to rule
and as Putin and all red leaders they line their pockets without guilt or shame

their crimes you see all the time
done for creating false voters in East London
what good party victimizes an innocent man, starts a campaign
to drive him mad, stating its a psyche war, is this what politics is
look how they ruined and besmirched some MP in false *** probes
Leon Brittan died being falsely labelled a child *** molester, poor man

This Precious Nation
does not deserve gangster politics by gangster politicians
we are mother of democracy and we abide by consensus politics
we believe in freedom liberty and equality for all our citizens no bars
we do not do gangster politics and certainly not thuggery and intimidation

the choice is yours, use your votes wisely.........
ilias Nov 2020
The parched soul
Yours, which now rests above
Look,
Our eyes tear lifeless;
Arrows through the ripped-out heart.
The almighty pain,
How it tears us apart.
Who are these cabals,
The desecrators of finiteness,
Driven by divine voices?
Oh, come back darling
Righteous Wrath

The wrath that rises, fierce and bright,
Burns the Darkness from the mind —
From their “tree of knowing” blight
And the chaos left behind.

Since your childhood they’ve been shoving
All their filth into your head,
Just to break the will of thinking —
Till your inner voice is dead.

Once it’s gone, you swallow blindly
All their dogmas, call them “thought.”
Genius chokes — not accidentally,
Slime was bred and slime was taught.

It now spreads across the nations,
Feeds on minds like savage yeast —
Just a trap with fake salvation,
Free cheese — for the PRISON feast.

Exceptions? Rare. And that’s the glue
That holds the grand deceit intact.
Slime and chaos shape the stew
Where dumb sheep are bred in fact.

Madness reigns. The world’s infected.
Not with people — but with herds.
And the sparks of mind — neglected,
Crushed by ever-darkening words.

But righteous wrath restores the balance:
Mind beneath the Spirit’s flame.
Left or right? That’s sold-out malice.
Only fools play in that game.



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1.
Righteous rage will clear the brain —
Slime and dogmas die in flame.

2.
Free cheese breeds the prison herd.
**** the lie. Unchain the word.

3.
Mind must kneel to Spirit’s call,
Or the herds will eat us all.

4.
Chaos fed you since the crib —
Now you’re nothing but a script.

5.
The wrath that burns is pure and just —
Crush the slime. Betray the dust.



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Mind must kneel to Spirit’s call,
Or the herds will eat us all.
Slime will crown the priest of lies —
And the world will rot in guise.



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The Shrinking World in Idiotic Minds

The world is shrinking — now insane,
A schizoid stares with fractured brain.
No need for Darkness to breed swine —
Just flood the world with lies — they’ll dine.

A mass of fools, the walking glitch,
Are now the norm — not some rare twitch.
In this low world of fraud and rot,
The BEASTS reign high. And think? They do not.

Control is grey — dull scheming thread.
The “president” is just brain-dead.
They herd the masses with a meme,
Then drive them into death’s machine.

The slaughter's planned, it’s not a whim,
Just like a city’s building scheme.
First — spread the stench through every screen,
Then — send the sheep to **** and scream.

The “enemy” — a media toy,
Designed for hate, consumed with joy.
They lie with speed, with perfect form —
A flawless, mind-erasing storm.

Stupidity’s industrial.
The media’s the holy hall.
Obey the lie — that’s now divine,
In this World's Decay Asylum shrine.



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1.
Lies now breed the perfect slave —
Marching blind into the grave.

2.
The media builds your "enemy" —
Then sends your kids to butchery.

3.
Obey the lie — adore the screen.
That’s how they wipe your mind clean.

4.
The beast won’t need eugenics now —
Just memes and fear — and you’ll bow.

5.
The idiot's world is sharp and small —
No thoughts allowed. Just march or fall.



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The Swarm

A mesh on the window —
Icon of dread.
The spit of the BEASTS
Can leave you half-dead.

One bite, and you’re fading —
They’re everywhere.
What’s the swarm’s name?
It’s “Judas,” I swear.

Their poison is lies,
Their needles are skilled.
The mob is insane —
And eager to ****.

They've stung you since birth,
These Judases swarm.
No cure on this earth
For filth in that form.

They’re countless — they grow,
Their faces seem meek,
So you won’t feel the blow
Till you’re too weak

To run. And there's nowhere
To hide from the spread:
This madness is airborne —
And all minds are dead.



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1.
They bite with lies, inject with dread —
You smile — and soon, you're brain-dead.

2.
Judas swarms in meek disguise —
Sweet their voice, but poison lies.

3.
No cure for beasts that wear your face —
They smile, then **** without a trace.

4.
Since birth you're stung by Judas flies —
And fed on sweet, infectious lies.

5.
The swarm grows silent, smooth, and slick —
One bite — and thinking makes you sick.



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Out-Goebbeling Goebbels

Big-mouth fools and brainless hacks,
March ahead — no turning back!
Europe rots, but don't you fear —
A New **** Order’s drawing near.

A frail and gutless crowd obeys,
With slavery etched deep in bone.
We need a Führer — cold and crazed —
We love to serve. Just throw us tone.

Lie to us — but make it slick.
Scare us too, and do it quick.
The present stinks, it rots away,
But “Future” shines — a cheap display.

The herd can’t tell it’s bait, not fate,
They chase the trap with fishlike faith.
That "brighter future"? Always fake —
Just meat to lure us to our wraith.

And like a fish, we soon forget —
The hook is past, the bait is set.
The Führerlings rise, big and bold —
All they need? Just lies well told.

So lie! Lie louder, with more bile —
Out-Goebbels Goebbels with your style.
Lie meaner, leaner, make it raw —
Until there’s nothing left but jaw.



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1.
Out-Goebbels him — just lie and yell,
And lead the herd straight back to hell.

2.
Lie smoother. Lie with sharper teeth.
The crowd kneels down — the Führer breathes.

3.
The filth ascends, the thought is gone —
Just lie like hell — and march them on.

4.
"Future" glows — a rotten bait.
The mob forgets. The lies dictate.

5.
The more you lie, the more they cheer.
Truth is dead. The Führer’s near.



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The Shrinking Space of Inner Freedom

Youth — a vast and endless field,
Where thought and fire refused to yield.
The mind was fresh, the spirit wide —
But storms of "life" now start to slide.

The world contracts — the RUTINE grinds in,
And year by year it wraps you thin.
"Be a real man!" they bark and preach —
Forget your dreams. Stay out of reach.

Some fool obsessed with counting cash
Becomes “the man” — a walking trash.
He drops the Light of youth for gain,
And trades his joy for drudge and chain.

There is a line this shrinking draws:
Beyond it — rot and mindless laws.
A shell remains, the core is dead —
Was that what teenhood dreamed and bred?

But worst of all — you will not feel
This tightening grip, this slow-wound seal.
You will not fall — no, that’s too clear.
Just dullness creeping year by year.

And as your world grows small and fake,
The mind clings harder to the ache.
Loud compensation floods your head —
More noise, the more your soul is dead.

A Porsche won’t fix the inward drought
If your own thought has been burned out.
No path expands for those gone numb —
Who traded fire for chewing gum.

Only creation holds the key
To stop this inner mutiny.
There is no horror more obscene
Than daily rot and dumb routine.



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1.
Youth was fire, now it’s rust —
Trapped inside your own lost trust.

2.
The world shrinks, your mind gets tight —
Routine steals your inner light.

3.
No Porsche saves a caged mind’s cry —
Only art can break the lie.

4.
Dullness creeps, your soul’s undone —
Creation fights until it’s won.



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New Year’s Aggravation

“A dwarf was born — the New Year’s child,
A hunchback, wrinkled, ugly, wild,
A gloomy jester, skeptic’s part,
A sage afflicted in his heart.

‘So this is dear God’s shining light?
Where’s the sun? There’s none in sight!
Well, I’m no first to see the show —
No need to spoil my nerves, you know.’”

— Sasha Chorny, 1908


This “New” Year’s psychosis brings
A comfort faint to suffering things —
A world so tired of its rot,
Where ******* cruelty is the lot.

As norm, while purity, reason, truth,
Belong to outcasts — lost in youth.
The others howl in hateful chords:

Fascism frightens, so the horde
Defecates and follows blind,
To wars and “healing” of the mind —
Decay is everywhere defined.

Not long we’ll greet this “New” Year’s call —
Armageddon nears for all.
A punishment for those who broke
The Spirit’s flame — their final yoke.



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1.
New Year’s dwarf, a twisted lie —
No sun will light this poisoned sky.

2.
Fascist fear makes sheep obey —
Decay devours the light away.

3.
Armageddon’s at the door —
For spirits crushed, forevermore.

4.
The world rots, the fools cheer loud —
The New Year’s curse, a choking cloud.



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Slavery in the Gloom

Petty passions, narrow minds,
Crafty tricks of all designs.
Lies surge like a crashing wave —
Ninth wave burying the brave.

Bickering plots and heavy chains,
All within the mind’s dark plains.
Where’s the uprising? None in sight —
Slavery cloaked in shadowed night.

The gloom conceals, the children taught
To dull their minds in “school” for naught.
True Freedom’s thought is wiped away —
They’re trained to chew, obey, obey.

Work for crumbs, stay gray and blind,
Be the drone that won’t unwind.
Preserve your place, don’t stray, don’t think —
In the global camp’s iron clink.

Few resist, but evil’s wall
Blocks all cracks — ideas fall.
Yet the end approaches fast,
If you’ve reached the bottom’s grasp.

Explosion breaks the darkened chain —
Freedom comes through death and pain.
Out with rot, out with decay —
The last fight starts — no more delay.



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1.
Slavery’s chains are forged in mind —
Break the gloom, leave rot behind.

2.
In the camp of global lies,
Only death can free the wise.

3.
Few will rise against the wall,
But the rotten must soon fall.

4.
Darkness binds, but fire will wake —
Freedom burns with every break.



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Childhood and the "Education" Program

A pure, clean slate — defiled and marred,
They crap upon it, cold and hard.
All programs built by hidden foes —
A secret worm that no one knows.

This worm ***** dry the vital juice,
Poisons bodies, dulls the use.
Stupidity timed to arrive —
The child awaits fascist drive.

Freaks made stupid fill the ranks,
The majority that never thanks.
No one left to fight the dark,
Where darkness triumphs, leaves its mark.

The media finishes the job —
Turns the masses into blobs.
Two thirds fools in “people’s” name,
Lost in lies and shallow fame.

Work “for the master” seals the deal,
Dulling minds to numb and kneel.
Three quarters crushed beneath the press —
Non-humans in total stress.

CowID showed who wears the mask —
Fools who serve vile beasts, their task.
Slavery and gloom their fate —
Trapped inside this poisoned state.



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1.
A pure mind smeared and torn apart —
The worm of lies infects the heart.

2.
Fools wear masks and serve the beast —
Slavery’s grip will never cease.

3.
Two thirds fools, one world enslaved —
The program’s done, the herd’s been shaved.

4.
Work for masters, dull your spark —
Become a drone lost in the dark.



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The Mechanisms of Ego

“Grasping mechanisms” —
That’s most minds’ core disease.
The first step down to cretinism —
The triumph of crude ease.

You ****** at anything thrown your way —
But ****’s slipped in so fast.
In all this grasping, soul is lost —
And **** itself will last.

It does not ****, but lets you rot,
With honey-coated lies.
The Spirit’s rot will spread inside —
And very few are wise.

To identify with the “mechanism” —
What Earth calls ego’s reign —
Is to be crushed by matter’s hand:
Your Spirit ground to grain.

Ego and Spirit swing like seesaws —
One rises, one falls below.
From birth, the beasts spit nonsense lies —
From gloom, it’s time to grow.

Introspection helps, though scorned
By pseudo-science cults.
It strengthens resistance to the lies
Sold by corrupted dolts.

Look within for all answers —
But that is not the ego —
That’s Pure Spirit, long forbidden
By Satan’s servile show.

So they shove Freud and twisted tales
To guard the ******’s throne —
To keep the “people” weak and dumb —
Forever silent, alone.



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1.
Ego grasps — the soul decays,
Spirit crushed in dark malaise.

2.
Not the ego, but the Light —
Seek within to win the fight.

3.
They sell Freud’s lies to keep us dumb,
While cretins beat their silent drum.

4.
Ego’s grip is prison bars —
Break free, rise beyond the stars.



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All Is Well!!!

“All is well” — they crave the pill
Of sugary lies that dull the will.
The only trouble’s in the start —
Laziness grips the stagnant heart.

Only in deserts do mirages rise —
But progress? Full of empty lies.
The TV box and press conspire —
The pioneers of zombified mire.

Old pioneers with fading eyes
Are fed new tales — historical lies.
“All is well” — we’ll conquer fear,
And march into a “world so clear.”

Metabolisms fixed, we’ll gorge and thrive —
Training ourselves to “heal” and survive.
We wait in anxious, eager throng —
Each one ready to chomp along.

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“All is well” — the marching call,
In that brave new world for all.
The guard on watch, from his high place,
Shouts freedom’s lie to the enslaved race.



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1.
“All is well!” the liars shout —
While freedom’s flame burns out.

2.
Pills of lies to dull the pain —
Marching blind into the chain.

3.
The guard’s voice cracks the sky —
“All is well!” — enslaved comply.

4.
Mirages feed the lazy mind —
True progress left far behind.



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Burning Bridges

The moment comes — a choice to make:
To cut loose ties, to break or fake.
Removing problems, clearing space —
Testing mind, and Spirit’s grace.

The key is sharp precision’s art —
To forge a path, to not depart.
If something blocks your vital drive,
Burn bridges down — keep dreams alive!

Burning bridges serves us well —
They leak the strength where shadows dwell.
Burn boldly — leave behind the slips
That trap you in your fears and dips.

Through bridges, lies have always passed —
False “news” from courts of shadows cast.
Crowds fell through bridges, one by one,
If you stand firm, you’re not alone.

Few find sense in this world’s grime —
Idiots blinded all the time.
The weight of choices made impress —
When all your power frees to bless.

No longer drained by tangled cords,
Creativity soars towards.



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1.
Burn the bridges — cut the chains,
Break the past, embrace new plains.

2.
No more lies through bridges come —
Burn them down, and beat the drum.

3.
Fear and doubt fall with the flame —
Burn the bridges, shed the shame.

4.
Choose your path — no turning back,
Burn the bridges, clear the track.



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Negentropy

If you stumble —
Rise up higher!
Or you’ll crumble —
Quiet as a shyer.

Energy’s path —
Not just storing.
Burn it up —
The fear’s restoring.

It’ll come back strong —
Negentropy’s fire.
Don’t be a fool —
Find other ways higher,

To multiply the Light
Within your soul,
Expel the madness
That would take control.

From childhood on,
The madness pounds,
Say “NO!” to Darkness —
That’s the only sound.

Soar up where
The climb is steep —
Centuries of work
For the peak to keep.

Rise turns to flight —
In a single spark.
The summit waits —
Reach out through the dark.

One true meaning,
No foolish lies.
Trapped in Hell —
The last fool dies.



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1.
Fall — rise higher, never small.
Negentropy will break your fall.

2.
Burn the fear, ignite the flame —
Light within will stake your claim.

3.
Say “No!” to darkness’ lies —
Fly beyond, where summit lies.

4.
Madness traps the fool in hell —
Only truth can break the spell.



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Mukti (Liberation)

A "Path" with no true way,
"Thoughts" without the Spirit’s sway...
Going to the camp? —
Die, you *******, die today!

The Sun will burn
The madhouse whole —
Every freak will perish,
Dead beyond control.

The light is shining now:
Results for all the ****.
Though they lie like “demigods,”
Their reign is over, done.

To hell with lies,
To hell with fiends!
Mukti’s light will blaze
For subtle beings.

Save your soul:
Fight the Hell,
Don’t despair,
Don’t rot with Hell’s shell.



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1.
Pathless path, no spirit’s light —
Die, foul *******, lose the fight!

2.
Sun will scorch the madhouse vile —
Every freak will die in style.

3.
Lies and fiends will burn away —
Mukti’s light will break the gray.

4.
Save your soul, fight Hell’s decay —
Don’t rot, don’t kneel, don’t fade away.



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Direct Vision

A transmission beyond words or script,
Pure Insight’s truth, no mind’s tight grip.
The end of Reason’s tortured reign,
The needle where the Deathless wane.

Darkness rules the conscious plane,
Fed from childhood, strong its chain.
It spoils our genes, forgetfulness
Drags souls beneath, into distress.

But first attune your “receiver” fine —
Turn on your courage, trust the sign.
To flee the stinking nursery’s grip,
Find kindred spirits — and equip

The means of link, the sacred way.
There’s much to do — no easy sway.
If you give in, all hope is lost —
The fiend and dread will claim their cost.



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1.
Tune your soul, ignite the light —
Escape the dark, begin the fight.

2.
Beyond the mind, pure vision flows —
The path to truth is what you chose.

3.
Darkness binds from earliest days —
Stand firm, resist, break free always.

4.
Give up — and lose to fear and spite.
Fight on — reclaim your inner sight.



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Outsider

Forever strange,
Forever lone —
Such is your road...
But if you’re not
A fool or beast,
You’ll leave behind
This cursed feast —

This hellish plague
Of lies and fear...
If not a ****,
You’ll find it clear:
You’ll leave the town —
A row of sins —
This vile zoo —
Where chaos wins!



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Manifest of the Outsider

You’re always alien — never home,
A stranger walking paths alone.
But if you’re not a fool or fiend,
Escape this plague, this cursed scene.

Leave behind the city’s shame,
Where lies and terror stake their claim.
This vile zoo, this prison’s grip,
Where virtues drown and morals slip.

Refuse the herd, the brutal tide,
Stand firm with truth your only guide.
Break free from chains of rot and pain —
Reclaim your soul, begin again!

The world’s a pit of twisted sins,
But change begins when one begins.
Be that spark — the fire, the sword —
The outsider wielding the Word.



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Fear and Frailty

Chip and Dale rush to aid,
Cipollino’s fired, unafraid.
Among the bipeds — fear and frail,
Those bipeds only wait and wail.

They pray and hope for this to fall,
Satan’s gaze upon them all.
So many fiends, so black and cold,
No gallows enough to hold.

They’d hang them all in courtyards bare,
If fascism burns through despair,
Reducing half the world to dust —
A scorched earth ruled by hate and rust.



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Sophistry

The tool of endless word deceit —
The tongue, so sharp with lies complete.
All tricks refined by Judas’ hand,
By bogus scholars’ cursed band.

The world’s madhouse built so fast,
With "school" as base to dull the past.
The feeble minds are reshaped to fit
A Satan’s plan, a vile writ.

They flood the earth with total lies,
Like cesspools filled with filthy cries.
To **** is easy — just one lie,
Cut off the truth, let freedom die.

The traitor-scholar, clownish fake,
No retreat — forever sold his stake.
Once a whiner, now fascist’s beast,
A fading man, a monster’s feast.

Around, the zombies rule the day,
Few wise remain, soon swept away.
Soon prisons, bombs forgotten be —
A global camp built by fools, you see.



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Manifesto Against Sophistry

Words have been twisted into chains,
Tongues sharpened to spread deceits and pains.
Crafted lies from Judas’ hand,
Built a madhouse across the land.

“Schools” turned minds to empty shells,
Rewired souls into Satan’s spells.
Flooded with lies, a cesspool of rot,
Freedom’s flame crushed, truth forgot.

Traitors in labs and clowns in power,
Forever sold, they rule this hour.
Once weak voices now fascist beasts,
Monsters feeding on reason’s feast.

Zombies swarm where wisdom fades,
A world enslaved in dark charades.
Prisons and bombs soon lost to time —
A global camp built on fools’ crime.

Rise up! Break free from their snare!
Reject the lies, breathe freer air!
Fight the plague of blind deceit —
Or watch the fall of all you meet.



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Democratic Crap-ism

“Benefit” for all the crapocracy,
And petty grassroot “humanism” spree —
Preachers of doom and traitor’s chant,
Injecting Judeo-fascist rant.

They sell it “democratic” — pure trash,
Feeding fools a lying mash.
Tactful dulling of every mind —
So much nonsense, it’s world gone blind.

The globe’s a madhouse pizza place —
Even “Pizza Gate” has found its space!
All lies adorned in cheap disguise,
Fake science fuels this evil rise.

The peak of madness, democratic styled —
******, Goebbels spin, reviled.
Insanity now normal, plain —
Two thirds fools and crazed insane... It’s all in vain.



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Alchemy

Take pauses often in your mind:
Lies and slanders everywhere you find.
Since childhood, reactive, not your own,
Judgments rushed, hyperactive, overblown.

Within yourself, the answers dwell —
If you just pause, break the spell.
You’ll see the freaks, the liars’ play,
Expose the falsehoods, clear the way.

Critical mind and soul’s alchemy —
A direct gaze inside, you see.
It changes all, makes spirits pure,
Your hell’s resistance, strong and sure.



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Manifesto of the Inner Alchemist

Pause — take space within your mind,
Amidst the lies and noise unkind.
From childhood’s grip, reactive chains,
Break free from all the rash refrains.

In stillness lies the deepest truth,
Answers born beyond uncouth.
See through masks of liars’ guise,
Expose the false — unveil the lies.

With critical eye and soul refined,
Alchemy of spirit and mind.
Gaze inward, fierce, direct, and clear,
Transform your hell — no room for fear.

This is your power, your true art,
To forge the soul, to heal the heart.
Rise as the alchemist within,
And let the real true life begin.



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First Encounter

The “lovers” meet — the trade begins,
All hypocrisy, no meeting’s been!
Only images collide —
Of “partner” selves, four sides wide.

“Love’s by ears” — just feeding lies,
Money’s blinded all the skies.
Ego’s strong — can’t love at all,
Mind is weak, vain, doomed to fall.

So enough with love’s fake talk —
Few can walk that honest walk.
Endless repeat of this charade,
Where no one’s more than empty shade.



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Mercantile — Infantile

Mercantile, infantile,
On the Path to Light — be spiritual.
In this world, you’re quite a fool,
While most are beasts, a savage pool.

Don’t grow greed within the pens —
Run away, break free from dens.
Weakness grows where lies are law,
Deception’s rule, the devil’s claw.

Infantilism bred by dumb,
Spirit’s rot — the fiends’ foul sum.
Youth lost in false fog and haze —
A fate for all in dark malaise.

Grown? Is greed your only gain?
If so, you’re just a hollow strain.

Intuition, critic’s eye —
These alone help you fly.
Discard the “self,” that heavy load —
With it, you won’t reach the road.

Pure Spirit cannot stammer,
Nor can Light inflict a hammer.
Stop echoing the lie’s loud bray —
Throw all that wretched trash away.

From childhood’s grasp, it floods your mind,
A filthy storm, the worst mankind.
The false world pounds with endless spite,
Killing pure Spirit’s flickering light.

Forward — bravely inward go,
Let fiends’ grip not reach your soul.
If your critical sense you grow,
Rejecting lies that poison flow.

Though evil strikes in cycles grim,
Monotony will show their whim:
Their efforts primitive and bleak —
Schizophrenia — not thoughts, but freak.



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Manifesto of Awakening

Reject the mercantile, infantile sway —
True spirit walks the Lighted way.
In this world of beasts and lies,
Most are slaves in false disguise.

Don’t nurture greed inside the pen,
Break the chains — be free again!
Where lies rule, the spirit dies,
Deception’s law, the devil’s prize.

Infantilism breeds decay,
Youth lost in fog, led far astray.
If grown, but crave just gain and greed,
You’re hollow, empty — doomed to bleed.

Trust intuition, sharpen mind,
Discard the “self” that drags behind.
Pure Spirit neither stammers nor strikes,
Light cannot wound — but evil spikes.

Silence lies, reject their throng,
Purge the mind of endless wrong.
Though evil cycles come and go,
Monotony reveals their show.

Grow your strength, defy their schemes,
Awake! Break free from poisoned dreams.
Fight with clarity, see their plight —
Resist the darkness, claim the Light!



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Slave’s Collar

The bright “wicked ones” go unseen,
Their minds intact within the night.
The world grows shamed, a tainted scene —
No one will hear your warning fight.

Only media’s deafening call
Leads fools to battle, “healing” schemes.
The fences fall, and crowds will sprawl,
A herd amassed by cruel regimes.

Oppose the media — you’re the fiend
In eyes of fools who can’t discern.
To fools, the slave’s collar’s esteemed —
Like ties at feasts, they’ll spurn and turn.

The slave’s mind’s madness — wild and blind,
Its collar’s name fits to a T.
The fiends don’t dwell in evil’s kind —
Each slave defends their misery.

In sticky fear and senseless drudge,
They think themselves both strong and free.
In lies and darkness, they just trudge —
Like fish within a poisoned sea.

Speak of freedom — fool recoils,
As if you’d drag them to the shore.
Escape is naught within these coils —
The herd of fools is vast, and more.

The proud fools, many in their ranks,
The honest few grow day by day.
The end’s pre-set; no second chance —
The pen of evil closes sway.

Soon will come the final hour,
When fight’s denied, the noose is drawn:
To burn the dark with primal power,
And shatter cages made by dawn.



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Manifesto of the Collar-Breakers

The brightest souls remain unseen,
While night consumes the shameful scene.
The world grows blind, deaf to the cries—
Media chains control the lies.

To stand against the herd’s dull roar,
Marks you a fiend they all deplore.
The slave’s collar, tight and grim,
Binds the mind, enslaves the limb.

Fools defend their prison’s hold,
In fear and darkness, bought and sold.
They think themselves both free and strong,
Yet swim in lies that last so long.

Speak of freedom—meet their scorn,
Escape’s denied, their minds are torn.
The herd is vast, the few grow thin,
The final act will soon begin.

Rise now! Tear the collar’s chain,
Break the silence, end the pain!
Burn the pens of dark deceit—
Claim the light, refuse defeat!



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The End of History

A helpless foe,
With Darkness at your back.
How primitive and low—
To dodge the mental crack,

To side with beasts,
To crush and grind them down,
To **** a world deceived,
And steal the birthright crown.

All rights given at birth,
For every human soul,
Decay has reached its earth—
No war left to control.

War is just a cleanup,
Deceit the cruelest tool,
The sneering, sadistic fraud
That governs every rule.

From childhood, lies uphold
The falsehood’s heavy weight.
No peace, no rest—
From birth to final fate.

Goebbels serves as model clear,
A “pioneer” he stands.
A slave to lies, held dear—
In herds across all lands.

“Pioneer” until death,
Forever on the trail,
Believe the beasts,
And join the herd’s frail wail.

They’ll name the herd with fancy words,
“Great ideas” on command.
But all are lies beneath the surface,
To **** the heart’s command.

The heartless freaks ascend,
The madhouse lifts them high.
This global mob commands,
Where man and beast comply.

Few humans left among the herd—
That’s why the end is near.
This time has come to close the book:
The end of History’s year.



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Manifesto: The End of the Age

The foe is weak — yet Darkness backs their might,
Primitive minds choose to embrace the blight.
They side with beasts to crush and to destroy,
A world enslaved, stripped bare of every joy.

Rights born with us trampled underfoot,
Decay’s deep root, no war left to dispute.
Deceit rules all — the cruelest, coldest art,
A world built on lies, that breaks the human heart.

From childhood fed with lies that never cease,
No rest until the soul’s released.
The masters of deceit parade as guides,
And herd the masses, mindless, dumb, and tied.

They brand the slaves “pioneers” in name,
Trapped in the system’s sickening game.
To follow beasts, to join the hollow herd —
Is to betray the truth with every word.

The heartless rise, insanity their crown,
The few who stand are pushed and beaten down.
This is the hour — the final, closing scene:
The end of History, lost and obscene.

But in this darkness, sparks of truth ignite,
Awake! Resist! Reclaim the sacred Light!
Break every chain, shatter every lie,
Let spirit soar, let freedom multiply!



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Manifesto Battle Cries

Break the chains!
Shatter the lies!
Light the fire —
Watch darkness die!

No more slaves,
No more fools,
Reject the herd,
Destroy their rules!

Awake the mind,
Defy the beast,
From heart to soul —
Let freedom feast!

Tear down the cage,
Burn false control,
Rise from the ashes —
Claim back your soul!

Truth is a sword,
Justice the shield,
Stand unbroken,
Never yield!



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Satanic Cartoons

Cartoons on the remote —
Not just TV fare,
People like mere screws afloat,
Money moves the air.

Money drives the scripts,
Propaganda weaves,
Cults and falsehoods in tight grips,
Pseudoscience deceives.

Chasing cash alone —
Money is the fetish,
Fools are ruled by lies well known,
Silent, smooth, and fresh.

Genocide you’ll see,
If you’re no puppet’s pawn,
You’ll hate the evil spree—
Satanism’s dawn!

Monsters hold the remote tight,
Devil writes the plot,
Fascist heroes on the screen’s light,
In hellish scenes they’re caught.

Satanism and fascism
Poison every frame.
Cartoons shove enemas
Into the brain’s domain.

With battle lies they end the tale,
Destroying God’s pure spark,
The ****** of the devil’s veil,
A world grown cold and dark.

Yet in their trance they seek delight,
Consuming lies so deep,
On screen it’s progress, not the blight —
But darkness won’t sleep.

The fairy tale nears its doom—
Disaster’s curtain fall,
By monsters’ wicked, cruel broom,
No happy end at all.



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Satanic Cartoons

Cartoons control the remote,
Money rules, they write the plot.
Lies invade the fool’s dull mind—
Satan’s cult is all they’ve got.

Brainwashed by the devil’s hand,
Fascist tales infect the screen.
Falsehood’s poison spreads like fire—
Killing God’s eternal gleam.

End is near, the tale grows dark,
No more hope, no happy spark.



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Satan’s screen, the devil’s lie,
Cartoons **** what won’t comply.
Falsehood rules, the light will die —
Fight or fade, no alibi!



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Displacement

Displacement’s not so hard to find —
Reject the lies, the falsehoods blind.
Let fiends lie shameless all they will,
But multiply your strength and skill.

Displacement is the very start —
Not just to dance around the hearth.
A way to guard what’s best in you,
To care not for the foolish crew.

For slaves are dull, and most conform,
The path of knowledge, sharp and worn,
Is easier walked alone and pure,
Clear sight will help you to endure.

You’ll see the clouds of madness rise,
Expose the rotten, hateful lies.
Falsehood rules with ruthless hand,
Cain’s deceit burns through the land.

Today they **** with lies, it’s true —
CowID revealed the view.
Displacement’s simple, clear, and plain,
If your own mind still shall remain.

The soulless dead surround us all,
No heart, no thought — a vacant thrall.
SOT — save bodies, not just cries,
Amid the filth where decay lies.

Displacement fights that grim decay,
A battle fierce — we all must pay.
The world brought low, now close to end,
And reckoning will soon descend.

No clouds above — pure darkness reigns,
Complete despair — the madhouse chains.



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Displaced, but not destroyed,
Reject the lies, destroy the void.
Fiends may flood the world with shame,
But clear your mind, resist the game.



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Chemtrails

The "sky" — a reckless myth,
Here Hell walks incarnate.
Above the land — a vulture’s pith?
No, just a sellout’s fate!

The fiends have crushed it all,
Their lies — like "Our Father" spoken.
And what’s the answer? Whining’s call!
Madness left unbroken.

The soul’s replaced by stench and shame,
The mind is killed — no saving.
Too late to curse, too late to blame —
The sky will burn the craving.

That light will burn the madhouse down,
A rotten global lie.
They make a world of cattle drown,
Beneath that poisoned sky.

Lace trails spin across the blue —
The scoundrels feel the ending.
Reflect the light? It’s over, through,
No saving or defending.

The price for killing Spirit’s breath
Is doom — a grim reward.
What’s left? A void, a cult of death,
The servants of the Lord.

Multiply your righteous rage —
The answer to the Hell:
To genocide, lies on the stage,
The foul worldwide smell.

If in your wrath your mind should die —
A sign for skies above:
You’ll move beyond this hellish lie,
To realms of truth and love.



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False Images and Total Lies

Imposed images repeat,
Lies compass fools’ direction.
All is overgrown with cheat —
Reality’s dejection.

We “live” as in a tale,
But Ivan Fool’s unmasked.
In kingdoms where all fail,
Chaos reigns unmasked.

The compass drives to stalls,
Wool grows where minds were free.
Lies flow like spirits’ calls —
Hangover: IDIOCY.

Here work vile cabals,
Crafting memes and stories.
Endless schemes and protocols,
No truth in all their glories.

Screen monkeys feed the news,
While readers face the bars.
Madmen charge with bleating crews,
Soon chaos mars the stars.

Those images — like comics,
A mess without connection.
Made evil for sly gimmicks,
To split the mind’s direction.

Emotions, images —
But thoughts are fully gone.
All turns to madness’ pages —
Disgusting, raging scorn.

In fools’ minds, ******* grows —
Three quarters of the herd.
Add villains who impose
Control through twisted words.

Responsive only to
A slurry false and weak,
Named “ours” by shadow’s crew —
The dumb obey, not speak.

Called “normal,” stupidity
Has plagued the world for long.
They call it “stability,”
“Development” in song.

**** grows by itself, they say,
Yeast added in this mess —
False images, lies betray,
Onward, world, regress!

Build your camps, and seek relief
From darkness falsely sown.
Strive for happiness — but grief
If you’re a microbe grown.

Then joy and bliss decline —
Your pants are full of shame.
Push forward, more in line —
Obey the Devil’s claim!



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False Lies Breed Slaves

Fools are led by lies like dogs,
Images fake, like comic clogs.
Brains cut off, souls split apart —
Total lies enslave the heart.

Truth is crushed, the herd obeys,
Dumb and blind in wicked ways.
World’s a shitshow, rotten core —
Wake the hell up, fight this war!

Camp of liars, breed of slaves,
Darkness rules, the spirit caves.
Rise, resist — don’t feed the beast,
Or you’ll be lost — the devil’s feast!



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The Asylum

Psychopaths, psychopaths —
Countless as the night!
Not just fools, but madness
In a clinic’s blight.

The world’s grown dumb and hollow,
Falsely made that way.
Lies strike like poison arrows —
Woe that won’t decay.

Schizophrenic miasma
Fills the toxic air.
For decay’s success —
Dark forces everywhere.

Poison food, poison water,
Spread the vile deceit,
Watch the world degrade,
Fall broken at your feet.

Cut the bonds, make atomized
A world of selfish fiends —
Hell’s own creatures rise:
Satan reigns supreme.

Psychiatrists forced to tend
What little mind remains.
Satan’s grip grows tighter,
Insanity sustains.

Don’t lose your mind to crowds,
The dumb, the sheep, the slaves,
Become a slave or traitor,
Chained by lies and graves.

Enough madness in this asylum —
Global, wide, and deep.
New wars matter little
When minds are put to sleep.

If not wise with your own head,
You’ll fall to ****’s sharp knives.
To rule the fools —
You must **** the lies.

These weeds grow thick and endless,
Corruption floods the land.
The fiends will drown us all soon
In lies that plague the sand.

Soulless cattle — the mission
Of these fiends and their war.
They fight the Pure Spirit —
Souls the prize they score.

If you don’t see this evil,
And choose not to fight,
You’ll boil like a frog,
Reborn a goat in spite.



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Over the Edge...

******* fools, deceivers above —
All stupid as corks, all ruthless, all shove.
Boldness is bliss, and brains are poison —
Selling out’s the only chosen horizon.

A herd rushes down this track,
Straight to Hell — no turning back.
Fools have wrecked the single lane,
So pour a drink — no sober gain.

This train won’t last, it’s doomed to crash,
The track will blow — into the trash.
Decay’s a story told in lies,
A shitstorm spawned by media’s cries.

You’ll choke on news even en route,
But few awake and bear the truth.
They planned their path — the ****’s a pack,
Herding all like cattle back.

Media’s poison — sarin, gas,
Drives the Spirit out so fast.
Left are shells — scrap or freight,
When lines run out, so runs the fate.

Reason gone, the Spirit crushed,
Herd and cargo — doomed and hushed.
Just need to wipe them all away,
The stench will clear, fresh winds will sway.

Mother Earth chokes on the media’s blight,
The dumb herd lost all will to fight.
Once obedient idiots, now mere cattle,
Few hold Mind and Spirit in battle.

They die like birds in cages small,
Midst dung flies buzzing in their thrall.
Spirit to Spirit, dust to dust,
The edge draws near — betray your trust.

So cast off fear, reject all lies —
This world you’ve outgrown, be wise.
If you thought and fought, stood strong,
Never broke, never sold out wrong.

If Spirit’s honor stayed your guide,
You’ll walk away with soul and pride.



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Negative Selection

Wasted talents crowd like grass in wild woods,
They hype the “speculators,” the pop for the goods.
The world is speculation, a fog, a lie,
What serves decay—support it, amplify.

Reverse selections, dictatorship, genocide,
All hiding in holes while the proven **** lies.
They test you strict—Satan’s grip is tight:
If you hold a spark of God, they’ll drag you down to night.

There you’ll stew in the sewer’s muck,
Till rot consumes you and all is stuck.
Talent’s meant for fighting Evil’s throne,
So talents are crushed—Evil’s seed is sown.

All Satan’s “infants” will back the haze,
That drags the mind deep into a drunken daze.
Corrupt fools spread their stench everywhere,
“Art” decays, while Spirit, Honor, Conscience disappear.

“Science”—a nightmare, pure sham and disgrace,
The story of a land sunk deep in disgrace.
The world’s a prison where traitors reign,
Where talents were born, only torturers remain.

Their pact’s eternal, corruption’s their crown,
These ******* are rotten, no longer humans around.
When all is rotten, maybe new seeds will rise,
But for now, the idiot rattles his chains and lies.

Chains of lies, feeding the total deceit,
They grasp nothing—only illusions repeat.
Only the Spiritual Light has true worth,
Else soulless slaves fall down, falling from birth.

The bottom is pierced; soon all will decay,
The stench is so thick, only fire clears the way.
And the Sun has begun to burn the slaves,
Their masters too—this is what it paves.

Chains piled high—over-slavery, shame, and gloom,
People scurry like mice in holes, embracing their doom.

— The End —