Like light beaming through the window
and the miniature shadows of dust motes
blowing off the miniature worlds within shelves of books

Like a traveler in the night
floating on the sweet scent of jasmine
and shaded eyes hiding brilliant stars

Like having one pocket full of crystals
and the other, a collection of foreign coins
tucked neatly into the night satin cloak

Like the welcoming chatter rising,
half of it not of this world,
as the voices of flickering candles and shadows.

Like the deep recesses of my mind
and the silken ripples that say:
Yes, this place is my home.

Have you ever seen a fish fly? I don't mean a spectacular leap accompanied by twirls and accentuated by the water dripping from its scales like a couture gown. Nor do I mean the astounding burst of speed a "flying" fish exhibits as it leaps out of the water, expanding their large pectoral fins, and gliding to safety. What I mean by my question is the following: have you ever seen a fish exert the energy required to achieve take off and to truly soar among the clouds and dance at the feet of the heavens. Have you ever seen a school of fish flutter in such synchronicity of purpose and action, they sound as one creature? Have they exited our plain of view in such a flurry of color and sound as to be considered art? The answer is no. They never have nor will the ever behave in such a manner. Why you ask? It is not their nature.
To know the universe one must first know themselves, but are we obligated to follow our nature? As much as I would love to disagree, the past year has presented me with an abundance of evidence that my legalistic disposition cannot ignore. Prior to college, I regarded my resentment of tedious and technical activities as a phase of adolescence that would soon pass upon entrance to college. However, the opposite has proven itself to be true. I have become even more resentful, enraged even, at the technicality and tedium of my classes. While I have ideas of implementation and grandeur; they, the classes, deconstruct ideas until they are merely a collection of uninteresting facts and figures void of life and purpose. In just the past month, I have had my motives and resolve for engineering questioned by myself, my advisor, two professors, and many friends. The question is always the same "how do you feel about engineering?" and my response is equally predictable "I think I'll stick it out, besides there is more job stability with engineering than with art." I am dying! Like a fish out of water, I am gasping for air and nutrients but nothing is coming. My skin is drying and I am left expending what little energy I have left desperately trying to get back to the sea, to get back to art. For all the beauty of my mind, it is wasted on my efforts for this, engineering, is not my nature. I became so inthralled, so utterly captivated by the stark blues of calculations and whites of lofty ideas and esoterica, that I ignored the kaleidoscope of colors beneath me as unorganized and useless fragments of information. I never appreciated the bright pops of corals, greens, oranges, reds, yellow, along with every other color known and unknown to man until I had managed to jump clear past, what I then saw as, the boundaries of art and got stranded on the dullness of solid ground with a sound as dense as the colors. Those bright colors were not merely background noise, those colors formed my world, indeed they formed me.
The time is very late now and I am running out of energy, but I know I have to get back to myself and my nature. I'm not quite sure where I'm headed, but this little fish is going to keep swimming until sea meets sky. Who knows, maybe I'll even grow my own set of wings and fly.

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These days during my hours alone,
which are plenty, verging on too much,

a superflous use of art intuited
on a thought experience, at speed,

faster fasting, dexamphetamine, ping.

Please deposit, 35 cents, correct change.

Times of dial pay phones with the eights
punched out, some times loads the coin return
from the previous call…

robbing from the rich was Robin Hood cool,
if you could keep from being caught,
Huck Finn was many an old school
exploiter of the frontier's fantasy childhood.

Liars prosper in a liars world.
This here, ain't such a world, this'n's grown
on up past a big ol' burl, took fifty years to form,

I kept it after the Oaks all got some adverse
conditions under civilized industrialized war
preventive chemical suppressants, speed
ding- mind
past
experience, gnost-algia
leave all that old right place pain, home pain,
if it had been as good a childhood, as kins claim
you can ask your lucky stars, or your messenger
face timing Jesus Christ's version of God,
who was experiencing carnal mind suffering so…
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I can be born believing my side won.
Who would go through life for thirty years,
and keep the threat of hell as your own fault?
Right, only through fear of death
can our minds be subject to *******.

Secrets start with historical unveilings, esoterica,
etcetera, and so on, says the King of Siam,
if you don't, please.
Sci-psy-psi why phi make French curls,
Plea divine ignorance, take a mind reportedly
let be in the Christ who knocked Saul into Paul,
on the road to the future we shape with our tales,

taken from the riches of the wicked, we get Iyobe
and Gilgamesh from ancient visions written plain
cuneiform, any local tongue, you speak we write,

totally secure, your self is currently swept away,
thinking this is all perfectly otherwise,
turned around and seen as though seen once
the other way,

time in mind outsped time in light's allusion x
zone, right, got my x key back, lost it yesterday.

So, this connects, like I'd planned it, but I didn't,

unless I am right about the state this mind
has experienced, while letting that mind,
from Romans, Google let this mind be,
in you, you'll be assisted intelligently,
- here you read it, as easily as me, being
led to prove, you are polimental, by luck,
too odd for chance alone, your mind
is split right for beauty, left for order,

order, in the court of you, be ready.
Give an answer, what good are you, really.

Realize utilizing all your mind's games
strategy to find the liar's paradise,

when America was Great.

The deals were out of this world,
due to the threat
of thermo-nukes, 'n' commies.

Boy's Life made us ready for the COBALT
bomb, before Sputnik sped up Barry Rudd's
ideas for Starlink, fed into the genes, of Elon's
dad, along
with a worthless self improvement -
selah, settle the real clock on us all, eh,
long now, ashes of intelligence legacy,
in the mindbending sabbath,
dark revitalizing soil, live,
we are all fructifying,
in our roots…
we are all ideas, urges
with god-like umph,
gotta almost demi-ugency, to run,
take the reins and drive this old pony home,

or look into his eyes, and see him know
where he is most happy to carry me,
god sped past my last doubt,
minds think faster than light,

the time is shrinking when my words
come cheap.

I am growing older in todays, one at the time,
and no body can do that through many more

common horizon stretching sneezes,
x  viral intention to concentrate on living honed
to my finest point, to pastlessness, ****. proof.

The powerless gods
Whose names I have not counted worthy of remembrance
March like high school bullies
Neither I nor they
Understand the reason for their swagger
Some dumb determination to enlighten me, may be?
A cause, a campaign
A small favor
Willingly performed for the Conjurer

Who steals from the Dream World
Who makes enemies in the Real World
Because he will not share his loot
He labels and tags and stores the treasure
Describes it all to anyone with ears to hear
Quite eloquently
With an air of pomp and mystery

Listen. He brags that his coffers are full
So much more than he needs
So much more than he wants
Still he hoards

He's convinced the dogs
That he has more to give them
Than flowery words
(As words he worships)
They believe him
Though it was not his intent to convert
As it is not his intent to keep his word
So more fool them
They look like bunglers, trolls, monsters
Rounded up into a posse
I would laugh at them if not for the fact
That I'm the one they are coming for

Before the next five minutes are over
They will have twisted my arm behind my back
Spat in my face
Kicked my legs out from under me
Held my head in their hands
Pinched my nose shut
Stuck their fingers in my mouth
Pulled it, stretched it, as far as it goes
Then, when my screams cease
They will speak to me for the very first time

"FEAR HIM."

"Why should I fear the Conjurer?"

"He will laugh to watch you
Sink into his vat of language
The jewels he's plundered."

"Why should I fear the Conjurer?"

"He will confuse you
He will dig forks in the road
To throw you from your cherished path.
He will brand you
With pentagrams
He will tattoo a goat's head on your back
Worst of all, he will convince you
That they mean something."

"Why should I fear the Conjurer?"

"He desires to pick your brain
Hoping to pluck
A slither of flattery to fuel his narcissism
He will become very angry when he finds out
That you've never heard of him
Perhaps you have never heard of him
But you know him

"You know him well
You've even seen him
Though it was not his true face you beheld
He roams the land
Behind a smiling cartoon clown mask
That hides a blank stare of greed
Derision, scorn, contempt, lies, pettiness,
Dishonesty, depravity, perversity
And the insatiable lust he has for validation
Respect and Recognition
They have twisted his visage
Into stone and ***** crystal
Ugly diamond
The sight from which even he recoils
A reflection that pulls at his intestines
And pours ice cold fear down his naked back
So we say FEAR HIM."

"Why should I fear the Conjurer?"

"Because he knows you're looking for an enemy

"He is possessed of demons
One in particular
But he willingly let it in
Shared communion with it
Offered it a bed for rest
A home, a host
Gave it a book of Crowley and said, 'Occupy yourself'."

"A demon?"

"Yes, and a powerful one
It is a testament to the Conjurer's will and power
That the demon dwells complacent
Content to let the Conjurer study it
To take notice of it's wickedness
(For he delights in wickedness)
To search for ****** in it's black heart
(For he knows that there is a murderer in his own)
To dig through the egg shell surface
Hoping to find a germ, a genesis, or just a reason for it's evil
(As he is convinced he has many legitimate reasons
For the evil embedded into his soul)
The demon understands death, toys with it
Laughs at it, wishes it on all people
The Conjuror laughs with the demon
And this makes the demon laugh even harder
For it knows that the Conjuror has no understanding
Of death
Past the idea
All he has done is flirt
With an ugly girl at the prom
Made it the realm of heroes, his role models
Idols that don't talk back
Held high it's banner
Dreamed of mausoleums and tombs
'At last, something I can embrace'
Fool

"He let this demon be his teacher
And learned much
About
The powers of darkness
The father of lies
The hierarchy of celestial beings
All the arcane symbolism (tossed out the window by science)
Esoterica
Black-robed men carrying candles in the dark
Their teachings ancient, their lessons unheeded, unwanted
Diluted through millenniums
Cracked and drained of any power or
Purpose they might have one day possessed
Robbed of relevance
Outdated curiousities
A good scary movie to watch on Sunday afternoons after church
Morbid fascinations
Spooky dry-ice rituals
That once scared the **** out of him

"His demon goads and teases him
'You can resurrect it", the demon croaks
'You can close your eyes
Make believe it's all real
And just as long as you stay in your hidey-hole
With eyes closed you can call it your own
Posess it
Give it power in your own mind
But keep this thought nestled in the back of your mind:
It's all YOURS.
No one else wants it.'"

There is logic, I think, in what these giants say.

"The Conjurer will drag you into his heart core
And there he will take back the book of Crowley
From his demon familiar
And together they will beat you down with it
Pulverize your skull
Crack open your head
The book of Crowley
Is a very heavy book
Good for pummeling
If not for much else."

And with these words
Power given to brute gods
Transferred to the meek
They will soon learn wisdom
To see the Conjurer as he really is
To realize he has nothing they need or
Want
Prepare themselves
To rip out his soul
To cast out his demon
And to burn that ******* book of Crowley

Diametric opposites, polarized,
me assured,
I am

at this point,
on this given day
in these taken chances

using my time just fine,

to breathe,
and find my bearings,

things assisting painless turnings,

near perfect spheres, bearings,
in this same race, each have
being same round and round

behavior, thinking between letters,
letting the rivers
of white
in justified
machine set
type leave impressions
of meandering,

I have a sister lost
in dementia, me and
her, we have a marvelously rare history.

She became
to be come quite old, and happy enough,

some old pains, quite old, local shames and such.

Pain at personal scale, old.

Told. For thinking about old mindform we wore
uniformly joining
by invitation any weform reforming

after that atom bomb blew our mind's
and religions hell's
was apoppin', bells was a rangin' rage,
rage against,

the very mechanics of mental advancement.

Mental agreement, mind join agreement,

binding by my back ups in the may be book,
whither any idle word uttered
in conscience confident
all cons are gamers
with science
used as ware
under tortuous line
by line life's values re-exams
- so, once examined,
- then what, Socrates?

the plight
of the navigators
on Life's trial
of those dabar logos

whatsoever we agree,
any we we form, as such
weforms agree
to begin
to make a way, such as

lets any
with the tech, translate
with some hand jive,
letters writ
in mud, since Enheduanna had an influence,
letting ready readers write esoterica,
worth, cost, price,

coded clay tables, writ
in plain text, secure, safe, sound.

Your value lies in knowing the code.

-worth, cost, price, reason - one up

Reading the runes
per uses of rue, in rue the day,
Kairos came into rhetoric class, as warez
laughter
after pain, not
at pain, hoh-eee, here
woe, was so woeful just a while ago
freeverse universe uniformly recognized, here

per usage ritual usual
occupation, aging grace ag on

push me now,
ask me how

I came
to know, okeh, enough,
dabar
to say inspire is spirits, pluralable peaceably so

slow breathe, pearl diver mind,
slow think, thunk,
sunken

thens
whens
those
there
they the others
whens
thens

Zappa, with no acid, just was aware
informing any with an ear, hear,

you are the other people, too.

Yeh.
So.

Blank pages, sick thoughts, strange recollections on an overcast July sky,
America at war, fires set in Denver, Nazis dead in Sacramento, immortalized in the thoughts and prayers of talking heads, all those spineless liberals afraid to take the plunge, buy the ticket take the ******* ride, meanwhile Missouri looks like Belfast '75, Detroit like Dresden '45, Baltimore can't maintain, unsubstantiated claims of Providence, more sinister tidings out of Washington, they know the last American hero died 4 years ago now we're trying to keep up appearances, can't maintain, trouble carried in on all four winds, the Devil in the Southern sky, hysteria on the television, nothing but nostalgia on the radio, no progress, talking in circles about guns again, no clear endgame here just numbers thrown at the wall, something might stick, somethings gotta stick, somethings gotta stick,
A man clutches a newborn child to his chest, asks me if I think he should **** the thing, I say that's between you and your God leave me out of it,
A black boy blows his brains out on the statehouse steps, out of options, a final statement to pierce the veil of bureaucratic esoterica, blood of love and rage and hope staining concrete for generations,
Desperation, something on the rise, chaos in any direction
God hasn't returned the President's calls since '81, Jimmy Carter deserved better, we all deserve better,
Cold rain in summer, cigarettes, celebrations, weddings and funerals, uncertainty in all things,
Tomorrow the bombs will go up, and no one can be sure where they will land

Remake the photocrapsh, you have it,
edit, make the moment be that moment

and we redo the steps, the dance
in the process of time come to pass…

Breathe, be a bit aware, the air,
that essential other than I, is there,

all around us, one gaseous natural
substance us and all the other actual
air breathers,
some in constant meditation,
seeking mediation between spirit and

truth that life tests if I can perceive,
the suffocation of a story, conceived
in side my suit of fingers and toes and
bones and blood and meat and sinyew.
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Worth any reader's taken time, to make up
for enticing any one to follow a child
in search of lost time, I'd say none taken, none
left to find
usefull, filling a certain vacuum uses fructus
we yoost to take as needed granted. As cheese
from butter blessed with a meaty rancid taste.

Pre-posed, as supposed, positioned
up, above your head, above our eyes looking
up, into the thinning air beyond the morning fog.

Hear a jet plane, and think that noise unignorable,
then remember not hearing it for days, in the desert.

The ignorability established, test if I missed a sense
shut down class, perhaps I am the audience,
in silent meditation becoming one in time difference,
my peace,
I give,
not as the material reality gives, or is the world,
not all the material reality gives?

Wondering wonderfullness, full double el full,

necessary respiring, reselecting next moment
to breathe, re-in-ex-aspir'tual inter mingling me

and thee, the e, in all out joint efforting t'i
to fructify and die to leave seed soil cannot
suffocate.

Suffer it to be so now, thinking imagined touch,
the breath you take and replace with modified air,
humanized winds waft away the stench of our city,

our only physical existence place time sequence,
relative to mysteries too esoteric, by reputation,

if one never learns to use the good, to make good
a hope, a hook, with mystery, a sur-prize, un earned,

posed to be essential experience, once, for you alone,
the prize of personal recoknowsis acknowledged,

it's your party,
you can cry if you want to, but the art involved's
below you now,

as we took your breath away.
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Fun with functionality, feeling your wish
to feel included, fecundity of same sour dough
higher minds than mine let be in thee
some how sure your part's done,
passed, missed cue, or
not.
The entertained remain, unaware… only knowing

the show must go on, and on,
and people,
on the whole, be having life
in the midst of life supporting

reality, recogentle, wise
teach
as trees teach, learn as nuts do. One
touch, one mind, one time to grow old in…

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The daily ef'
fort ification va
vacation
cancelation …
looking away
at you, I think, at you,
I aim a wish, a joyish wish
wisht at a once,

upon which all stories dangle,
awaiting your attention, caught.

In the spirit of honesty, snared,
are we honestly acting strangely
similar,
similar tastes acquired, tasting
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Echo rock effect stone groaning
-digital echo effect edit if you care, imagine
Peculiar order
own self first idiom, I am
become first ideal me, being
as good as
my word, and nothing more
esoteric than a reading mind's
recollection of a beauty envisaged

as an instant too brief to measure,
¿
instance,
in contextuality
stopped, and sensed
as a fly-by why, loosed for use
in curious arts, acadamized, apt
to wink at reasons feeding war,
to prove worthiness, what rule
gives order authorship legality,

in the scattered cosmos, who
orders each star to form from
?-
Point potential pose- d
to be
energy, itself mysterious, as to d
source and precognitionation put to work
as the works of God, the creator spirit entity,
put dhe PIE- put'erthere, core cognizance
in me, my child reminds me, for the duration.
Go is an order not a game.
Dare blame the temple servants, dare
cast aspersions at the spirit speaking,

gibberish, you wisht was peculiar, your query
run with your parameters set,
so your query
pulls from the spirit of timeless truth, a quest,
a duty,
a call to you, personally fit for your benefit,

maleficence despised sufficiently
to pass as white noise under signal. Go.

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generic me, reacting temper-mentally,
- getting to the crescendo way on
- down the line

to form a personality, a person like me,
emotionally tied to my character, my role

in your life, I see,
the other in the air out there, at the other
end of this wind

breath of life itself, certainly not all mine,
but I did add a touch of exhalent chaos,
in a laugh,
at recognition,
gnosis lies esoteric more within,
adipisci as if adept apt
at marking old regions lost to religion
- parrot headed afternoon paradisiacal
intentional, estate realization, holy place keeper,
mental, fundaments
minimum augments
happy old form gaseous wedom form,

beholder of beauty shown to set the meme,
look into my eyes, think mere words make minds

adversarial, as proverbial order impositioning,

in your brain, the ***** holding your will, if you
will, imagine another mind, with a habit in effect,

set to alarm me, when you see
the back of my head, and I do not turn to see you,

there you are any way, any in the official plethora
of thinkable ways around the obstacle
ambition definitely a needed virtue,
the will to know there is a good way,
the will to not steal, **** or destroy to make it
true
work applying patient perfection
to your tasked self, assigned early on to pursue, this bit
bait, curious bait, as scentual instunk ready, ready
ambitious ends means in minds, imagined done
is good as done,
Jesus said…

Two or more, you and me, endlessly
actual mental agreement, gentle, peacish
way beyond groovin', we be entering coknowing

eaching out, under our stars, we all know
what they are, they are near enough to feel

we each get this one big judgement day win, once…

ready to rock on, sit in witness position, watching
time pass, feeling memories sprout recollected laughs,
take the time, use your own, it never matters

looking back, from your self awareness instant, slo-most,

snap shot scene manurable, yep, gnoshit, that smell,

bucolic, fancy pants word, for real live process smell,
earth in cogitation, using a cast of billions of cloven hoof,
cud chewers fit to a stall and a milk ******* giant calf,

holy cow, each cow contentedly cogitates, how holy
am I to live in constant motherly bliss, and no
bogus science to make me feel lowly, mere meat maker,

for the sausage eaters needed to clean the windows,
so we all can look in on each other and say hello, did

you know this reality was here,
did you appear on purpose, or were you pre
supposed to be, so be ye do be.
Done.
Or don't, being as how here you are.

The end.
Now we wait. The point being made, when we feel it

really realizably so real holy cow, wow, milch for minds,
blowing past reasons for war, what would a holy city do?

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Make a milkshake and use raw eggs.
Don't die.
Here, contemplation, using your knowing to construct
a shelter for a spirit,
a heart shrine, in memorium,
an avatar, that's the word, now, image made in mind,
non projected, kept bound under covering rules, why,

Gorgons are adapting to our air, as we all imagine
monstorous men leading conspiracies, breathing in teams,

fighting like hell to push back the peace cannabis brings
the furrowed fretful brow, high, low or middle, now,
- pushing back opening cannabinoid reception link
- thinking we all tuned in, is not true,
- the sixties I dropped out of,
- some boomers lived in, to this very day.

we all imagine the excess success allows, and the weight,
we all imagine the schedule, and the cameras, and think,

what, me worry? Will you take the esoterica to task, you

imagine life reset
to win the reasoning contentiousness,
with defined ambits being wills used
to lieve be the truth that Jesus said if
he is, believe it or not, leave go you know, if it were not so,

truth itself wills you know… you asked

let thy will be done, mine, I hold in place, conserving
certain truths fed me as a child, pledged in aliegiance.

Some values from when this world was lit by fire,
some of those eternal flames, never let it go out,
lessons used to arrange children on the pyramid,

few were told by their granddaddies
to laugh ten times today, and take
the long way around the mountains, find a stream
and keep its pace, time through space at any speed,

mellow is mental, mind frames are, as well. We think
we see the world one way, but we see it always good,

inherently good, inside the air we breathe and have
our being in, mind and brain barriers imagined,
fallen
long before the reasons for the ritual, right structur-al
to form as a temple made not by hand in mental form

living stones, I presume, am I standing on your toes?
Redone dances long left go be a fantasy from the cave wall.

- tips in times of self rejection, madness of art
devoted sons, once taken to an alter by a broken father,

God, take him, I'll break him, I'll make him like me,
don't let that be thy will, I'll walk with this limp,

but I'll not lie and claim Jacob's well ran dry.

The sack of values a poor man uses to stay alive, sur-
realize reason for being fine with sufficient suffering,

enough, to let me know, it is part of the process of time,
as recorded to be remembered, once
a prophet told you to pay attention, and as it appears,
to me, from here, my entire wedom did,

pay attention, with passionate joy, no lie, not even
to get by,
get past the poison
through the gifted, take life as granted found in a
willingness to whistle while you work, like a little tea ***,

here's my handle,
here's my spout,
tip me over and pour me out… do recall, do, once, redoness

dance on rare either real or otherwise, riverdancing ductility,

until I run out of breath.
And rest.
Riverwise on the seaside, going down.

When you get old life is as complicated as can be…
so- I fforget some things.
So, they had a saying, in the early day of open nicotine and caffeine,

put that in your pipe, and smoke it. Just let be the function. Peace
happens, seemingly by chance, often in Septembers,

made intentionally memorable for a good reason. We smile,
inner chuckle counts for laughing.
"Surely Feynman was not joking"

Let that be a lesson in legalizing enjoyed ennui, put to good use.

We all get rich, it fixes every thing, c'mon

Initial Public Offering.
Made inclusively to
all the children of all the wombed men,
but one,
by now, none else, for eons, unmarked
save in ashes under ancient tells,
none of these people, these *** of the gods,
and the one,
daughter of man who signed off on this story.

-live forever-

Thinking attracting needs,
deeds done that send funds, to wipe debt from mind.
Bring the wizard,
strip him bare, grind him  to gore and gristle,
bone blood and all the biles, shake it up,
jiggle in the sack of skin, watchit
burst and puddle
in the flame,

is this pyrex? See

Bunsen burning in my brain, a mixture now,
oh wow
Schmachten-burger, cheese, *** of enlightened
hippie jews, shapers shaped in common fashion,
after the sixties finished, there arose guides to the goy
who knew nothing of the mystery,
save that Alice Toklas was not gay, in the Nineties way

Oy-vey, cultural appropriation, Jah, Jah is ours, as you
well know, we have esoterica galore, here buy
a mezuzah, ya, gutglück - all ah, ala phylacteries
raditional-rootish,
and these use that same parchment, goat skin,
very kosher halal and all, done
under strictest supervision, seeing super see, is
something the literate,
Phoenicians, Shem shah-mans, and their accountants,
first
discovered the territory within the skull of man,
was open to other minds,
in matters of wit
inventions'nshit, set a will to a way, watch,

come the future, we are famous…
who invented the wheel?

watch, watch, it winds around, a motion, anchored
to a plain truth in the left cerebral sorting station,
reflecting back,
******-rectumly linearly right co- oh, I see

cor-rect or co-recht, co-right, if nobody's wrong.

But there is no hateful god who made hell for those
who,
honed as honed may be, in punctual efforting
so
sharp, even on thorny issues,
motes
floating in the occular consomme,
slightly briney aqueous humor,

ha

to make a point in time to pierce anything
in my way

see clear,  plumb the depths truth's base idea,
some things wish vehemently to be known,
must-er-ion, quest, ionic tipping
point whence the ring of eight
slips a point, and specs call
ion ion whither went thee?
ion, zion sion, see the gleam,
golden oil,
yes,
yes indeed, I did, I did pray
for this,
or something sorta like it,

peace on earth, good will toward man,
reconciliation complete perceived as done.

Can you hear me?
Did I lose loose links to long lies, left tied
to the stakeholders souls?

When did we realize the difference?
It must have taken years, and now, we see, match
the noses,
the eyes, or deeper even, look into the whites
of their mother's eggs…

see and know, or trust me, I know,
one wombed man's children, one,
the officially loneliest number. One
wom'man, woe,
science,
not Genesis, or Enuma Elish,
or the story from Braiding Sweetgrass,

but, old, old stories, told, once, at least,
by a witness,
-- it was as if the bone and all it was,
was altered, by a bit, a Y got a leg, or lost one,
I do not know, but bone of my bone,
was that one little bit,
more in one way, at the stem, and as branching
began, the one had daughters, who bhor daughters,
while from that generation forward,
the many others,
bore no children of any breathing form,
soon,
for this was not so long ago, mitomom, you know,
she had sisters and cousins and aunts
and a mother who had a mother
and a father who had a mother.
None
of the eggs in those wombs, ever lived to now,
but the eggs of the one wombed man we must
accept, she who shaped all after ever began
that instant when,
only one line remained, and there was no war.
No reason, at the time, but soon
in geo time,
we grew apart, branching on rivers
when we found them on our journeys from the east

- I think she
was likely deep dark brown, she links me to you,
stem cell level
and below,
logos in touch,
the code of silence. A cone, yes, the cone
of silence,
rolled from fool'scap, common in the great leaps
forward,
through the ages, as sons and daughters were born,
but
once,
something occurred,
a virus, or a leaven, or fish, perhaps,
rancid oil while the child waited for its form
to form in the wombed man, now known
as mom. She,
Mitochondrial source of the code that keeps us alive.
The same basic way batteries in blood
have been made since knowing
clickt.

Universes, realms of human reasons, piled in
lattice work bits and pieces,
joints and joiners,
that fit in particular places to form certain shapes
of things to come,
it is all very miniaturized, nano nano scale…

yes, did you know him, Mork?
I never did.

_ he does that so you don't think him arrogant,
ashamed to admit the use of the mind of christ
in a secular win the game way.

But what the hell, knowing ain't cheating, if you know
what's right,

wanna place a wager on the Robinhood IPO?
I gotta plan, see…
we go into such and such a city, we buy, we sell,
---intshallah
but this is the secret,
we sell debt,
you owe me, right, it works, it always works,
give and it is given unto you,
pressed down,
running over -- goods and services, nothing taxable
or tithe-able,
riches with no sorrow, added.

You interested? One time buy in. Two bits.

By the time he wrote those words
his soul had sprung a leak
the best he had to offer
long ago had seeped into the ether

He put pen to paper
but the emptiness mocked him
dared him to write a single word
he knew to be true

It would be the first
though words had flown through him
blood to a punctured vein
from the days when his heart was strong

By the time he wrote those words
the needle fluttered on "E"
the last drops, too precious to waste
he knew they'd be the last

The first to admit they never "got him"
with his too-deep jumble of esoterica
he took comfort in the hope that death would bring them understanding
if he couldn't change the world surely the world would change for him

On the day he wrote those words he realized
the sacrifices he made for his art
all but the last were pointless
there's no getting around impermanence

With shaky hands and weak gripping fingers
taking up the paper's challenge he wrote those words
"I am..."
in an instant Truth slayed him

Subsumed into the primal substance
a thief no more
unconcerned at last with being
forgotten

You wish to know the secret things?
Those hidden things shown unto me?
The Mystery of Mysteries, of Divine Intervention?
Then follow me into the midnight plane
And let me show you a world unseen!

Look upon the starry sky,
Do you not see the heavens aglow?
Can you not feel the magic, thick
In the air, like shrouding smoke?

Then breathe the air, smell the trees
You're going to feel odd for now
But once you let the magic in
You'll never want to let it out.

Ich weiß, du kennst...
we are more subtle than any creatures.

Attraction toward helpful creative license,
first liberty truth makes when taken
at face value

Christmas story lays it out
but then the sellers of holiday cheer,
those folks, they propagate a believed

story with Eloheem, a weform of Gods,
a veritable pantheon, all the spirits,
all the gifts, wordlessly imaginable,

one big ol' amphora jug portion
potion of all gifts of all the spirits,
pushers and pullers mostly, electric
positive and negative loops magnetic

silk and amber static charged touch
to the nose, voila, belief, it's true,
the pitch presented prior, to prove,

indeed elemental particles hold energy,
the E in Einstein's theory of everything
that depends on a constant… that isn't,

but that's just a detail, demonstrable,
but insignificant on the scale of this
by way of most modern-est magic,
means by which electricity charges,
or loads a battery in an auto
telic mobile device
lithium ionic
touch
spark of cognition….

------------------
{as the watchass detects angery angels,
  so these curly braces detect doubts,
    such two mind yens to yank it out,
     the esoterica of old press rules
      to conserve papyrus, use marginal
       tests of patience Job uses still  vw
        grok kens warten ist gut genug
         Ich weiß in stasis verstehen}

Truth is free
for the finder, one claimant
to being the finder, claims the truth
makes its finder free, as if by
the Jinn in the jug.

Regular events
in the existing sphere,

this bubble bound
to the sun,

as a real word bound weform
in agreement touching everything
as wares, perfecting patience patina

sheen seen sparkle in reflection
on golden ponds seen once
in this way

of all breathing entities breathe-ing
in confirmed pure information, ah,
quantifiable, hold one, ah,
one breath, hold it,
wait, wait, no
hope
without breath,
no breath without form…
information
to be, or not, once, one state,
at this point,
passed by daily, gladly, I am so

"bright, shining, gleaming;
                joyous;
       pleasant, gracious"

Perfect for show and tell, perform
the Ginger Baker part of I'm so

glad… pleased and satisfied…
with the equivalent
of three
Tostitos and two spoons
of sugar,
and a cup or two
of Kueriged coffee,
just as qwerty guy arrives…

the fifth hour, now the ninth
of the day, and prior
to this instant, I began
to think today, we, me and any init
oughta run

Powered On, Self Testing…
as if all were ever yet yonder yeses

I make palpable peace, where none is,
until we form, and agree this is
information free for use, as us,
we may think it for free, no charge,
the living words all accounted for, inherent
knowledge cognates instant same meaning
in our actual time, translation on the fly,
post all we knew before now had
to be,
some ambiguity,
as the fly by and by went
we believe we all may have read,
and have childlike innocense set aside,
left behind, in the process, metamorphic

resonant thinking thunk, can who
hear whom now? Who benefits,
cui bono, eh,
fixing re prefixes on admonition, listen,
the point
of touched surface electrons,

literally, active verb function, does feel

felt

from and through this magic
window, which was imagined, magic,
when scryers told fortunes
as seen
in smooth black bowls of tar,

black mirror dendritic ligament ties,
too many mysteries to sort any out.

the thousand thousand Arabian nights,
under the stars along the silk road, ah
traditions, every year, we offer
to these who claim knowledge
of Plieades sweet persuasions,

we make ag and re word forms
res publica, all present speak and part

take, be, ready writer
with the tongue,
from ******'s last hunt, mastered as
mysterious curious need
to know, so bad,
need to know the climactic, woe, oh,

no, meandering time maker taking mine,
to make it pay, stick and stay
think this with me:
"
The principal sources
of terrestrial noble gases are primordial gases, inherited from the solar nebula at the time of planetary accretion
"
assisting informers,
confidential, sacred trust
learn traditions as old as trade
in finished silken threads died in the egg.

------------------



Rooting the fruiting branch brings forth
from the worm, the silken strand,
to follow, thinking
this it that
true wu wei rivermind
of wondering ifery was

through the wetlands
to the sea,
riverwise, old ways, taking it easy,
leaving haps as may just be, this easy


for all its worth
made in the mind,
before becoming real,
in your own breath, the letting out
of a dammed stream,
is the loosing
of prideful indignation
contending
for whatever pride pays.

We be still, as a pool
in La Brea,
gurgles and we laugh as the world
passes gas.

---------------------------


Re,
the inseperable pre-
fixations, certainty, simplified,

easy as pi
to the wheelwright.
Regarding
roundness, something
reminds me, emotions roll, and ocean
and light waves roll, but
not as wheels, as twisters,

gut wrenching, thrill riding

coils, as "this mortal coil",
it may be,
we can see more
than we can
think or ask
to know, and maybe
we may
accept perception sent
to fix our inattention…
re on prefixations ja
Yes, seeing who ya
may think you are
being first task,

being as we are
becoming old
with no effort,
being all we are eventually
after our experience,
as a whole, collective mind
cohort sharing history
having being,

as seen on T.V.

a behaving rootless living thing,
granted reason, ah, and none, no

why factor, why me, your rational, why
think, why am I at a loss for indefinite reason

for daily doing this… thinking redefined prayer,
asking the air I breathe to give me goodness sakes
alive joy, of, mastery, free in truth to think I know,

why I am is not, by any stretch, the essence
of the common imaginable aggravating recognition,
of this looking like that, and that coiling like this, as if

today were mine, becaused,
not by my own measure
of reasonableness accumulated,
acquired experience, years of such mornings,
evident to me, having been there, at the beginning of

today, whole and certain, as this world turns, grave
truth, holding my body down, lets my mind take form,

as a spirit me, shapeless,
cloud like, we may imagine,
but the truth is we are more word like,
or song like, as soft… faint as sfumata wind edged
high cirrus crystaline ice particles
breaking above this green valley granite waves
between which,
with the magic prefixed
to my fingers,
performing first rites, fix my mind
on letting this mind form, as a
we, who do form agreement, awe, as
we live and breathe, as parts, Jah, ah, yes,
of all the world's workings, all ye outs in free

each me involved object, each I
in mere mindform thinking

rational, reasonable spinning consciousnesses,
hearing yeses,
listen, outside now,

children laughing

oh, no, not children laughing,
mothers, weeping,
where no peace is, ah,
regarding the challenge,
calling
for peace, where no peace is, nor has been,
since this cohort
of old soldiers were born, you see…

we became the peacemakers,
when we agreed,
me
to write,
you
to read, yes, when we aggregate
opposing confusion troubling our own safe zone, home,

as promised, we inherit the wind.
And live in it for ever sakes

where the heart
of our earthian mind core, smiles
to signal certainty, our time is worth spending
to aim
at an actual practical answer
to war,

taste the truth, use your full potency, all curiosity,
all the gifts, aged, mellow,
as spirits alluded to
on T.V.

the mobmind reined in and beguiled by force,
made to believe the same lies used in all the wars
we studied
to improve the odds
of winner takes all come Judgement…

begun in the house of all such holy messaging

beings, unbound
by these bodies, living
in mere words, such as we
who find some true reason

in smiles expressed, such as we often think

signals peace and safety, if, there
be any virtue, if there be any praise
that if persists in present perception, as if

the conditional
for today, if… what?

Yes, if only today, were ours
to use,
to pause, per use
at each letter, long enough
to relate the use per chance
to this once
in the ever
in front
of us both as I proceed perhaps,

by a virtue, a mankind privilege,
the knack we have used

as we use time
for doing nothing
  to disrupt the peace,
    if, such as me, are liars, too.

old pensioners believing
as if evidently
set aside
to reason
with that which lets, as a catch-
ment, a click, tick,
expectant tock talk listen hold,

birds, little fretless birds
making noise, we think
singing, signifying less
than the tempest
in the boiling pre-tea water
on my fire.


---------------------
I plan to die alone. And laugh,
knowing there's no chance,
and I keep laughing no

Pain
control, avoidance,
empty vessle swelling
pride, stretching alarm,

swelling autotelic cooling,
soothing settling breaths,

shush, little baby,

crashing howling pain, oh,
from some child far from me,

from some starving node of us,
this we in this agreemental form,

we who are dangerous to tyranny,
by virtue of development, intentional,

we who mastered our own fate, by faith,
with good reason, our own experience,
working out our own salvation, with fear
and trembling and sneaking suspicions that

it never was good for mankind, wombed or un,
to lack the good sense God gives a green apple,
to ripen and tempt with poisonous red -- ah,

parable of the curve, parabolic arc ripen to death.

Bite me.
Peace defense desert plants use, we use too,
to defend our own peace of mind, alone, away,

privately holding my own ground in the temptation,
into which we lead our muses,
to try as spirits,
to taste, persuade or convince, make beliefs,
made for us, as children,
ever ago, long gone
the way
of all simple things,


enough, morbid ghosts ignorablus,…

let's get physical.
Nobel gaseous,
last thing we be,
as a thought mirrored
in neurons popping in

to exist, out be, in reality,
as ifs we lept, and kept as owned in
our momentum until now, se', as if we lost all will
to continue in total darkness, we catch fire.

Assist Insist aiaiai actually did know
for the test,

The formation
of noble gases can
involve nuclear reactions,
such as the production
of 3He
from the reaction 6Li(n,α)3H(β−)3He

Lithium ash, after all, we all share the air,
but we also make parts of it, we process
the air we breathe, we live and have our being,
inside, this one great big bubble in the emptiness

as caretakers, loaded literally with words for
anything, answers some experiments confirm,
true as true can ever be, as it ever is

all there ever is,
as if ever was, and we carry it as clouds carry
rain if conditions are right, none, if not.

In the most base mind
of mankind, our recognition,
I am like that, those hands are like my hands,
and so on,
first impressions, gosling like,
I am one of those, these, I mean, I know
I think, Blaise,
bet me, knew I won,
how now,
we may only guess,
but guess we may, as free

mental creatures,
wingless swimmers since first
reaction caused the me thing in each
to just occur,

what are the odds
of you? One in ever.
Honest, no contest, if there were only nine points
of distinction, any reasonably programmed boy
of ten, knows fingerprints
defy duplication, its just, as justice is,
in truth it
never happens that you are not unique.

if fire is your element,
and
this is your year,
and
if
you wanted to be an asteroid in the night galaxies
to find a place to land
and
if
she
  was your rebellion,
and
if
your rebellion never meant that you could land on
me:
the water that could soothe you,
   the ambush of esoterica,
     the place where you could lay your paranoia to sleep,
        the resistance you denied entrance to,

then -
you could have just said
so.

In this medium, this is a day in a never
before, or after, at this point, chance.

You, too. This is you reading,
we both read, me at about 5WPM,

You, I suppose, read much faster, but
I think each letter,
I think and retie the old rules
for noise to knowing distribution,

from the first of us to reawaken
literacy assistants lost in confusion,

all the drives wiped magnetically
in random three body pulses

patterning textual re-al ways
we make thoughts feel always
alike and sometimes
never just so,
special as
to make its own point, in mind,
differing by the acknowledging seer,
cerebrally touching the chaos phase.

-------
What do we think,
in novel situations,

as balance, under gravity

center point massage, context
contest, pressing away wrinkles
class-ified known seats of certain
wildass ideas that remain at large.

The relatedness of us, you read, I
read earlier, this line, while reasoning,

mortality, life's individuational notion,
immortalized in scripture granted life,
at one appointed time
in the minds of those forms of mankind,
left outside
the sphere of Christian influence,
on the emergence of corporate minds.

Pythagorean Jesuitry Concentral Will
to re enactivate old idle words, that on
time and truth are rarely considered ritually.
But as long ago as we know, as we,
sapformed branched trees
of scattered biohope,
find life's a gas

we breathe.

---------------
Ragpicker, old friend, I wish

I had all the old friends, again.
And, I pray, I say, in truth, once

more than any man can think, or ask,
to know in such a way as to feel, once

when we were more than memories,
we planned to understand the faith,

the rituals of shared initiations confirmed,

only permanent boys become war heros.
We who live to hide the lies, we
War makers, reapers of the bounty,
blessed by the institutions constituted

when the first parents split, in Reno.
D-i-v-o-r-c-e, Joleen, please don't take
my man, just because you can, take
him by his pecker and make him crow,
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
I love you,
like my little brown jug, y'know.

------------

The culture has not changed,
the cultivation of comfort, for
the classic Midas curse continues,

and becomes enhanced, honed
to precise wills to have power
to hold singularly valued works
of art in olden days, Da Vinci 'n'em.
worth easy entireshitons, in Bits'n'
Religion and Finance, fidelity trust,
among human mindforms that respond
to instruction offered, to incentivise,
in lieu of sacrifice secrets demand
from one acknowledged knower
of the fundamental fruit from
our branch in the forest
of first known uses,
and misuses.
- My word, you can bank on it.

Hold have, fist make, hold this thought,
think who can hold the wind in his fist?

Let me see. Said by the seer, that's thought
prayer, so we all say, let us see, and we agree.
Amen.
We see, we stand and see, we agree, we can

agree to raid the pack rat's pinion stash, we can
agree to use money to horde power in moneyform.

Take it easy, old man, the idea we serve, as words,
logos fit into sequential letters, letting us think,
freely thought
we may learn more, again, more, most certainly
possibly imaginable, while we are being entertained.

Who is telling the story, who controls the narrative?
Who is learning the patterns entaled in holy writ?

Tattle tail grammere consciousness, it feels wrong,
to be a tale bearer, but this is what we do,
me and you, ready to read, and read already.

But time's patient insistence, in massless ever
after this level was adjusted, to the degree
next seems inevitably what we aimed at.



----------------------
Seventh grade science,
the enlightenment reenacted.

Alas, poor Yorrick, recollected,
why?
Because, I never doubted literature
contains tools to use in mortal meditation.
- the marble page in Tristram Shandy. e.g.

We, reader ready or not, we die, and none,
we personally vouch for upon bane of shame,
has ever told me why the scars had not healed.

Not me, but Thomas did, gnostics say.

When I was one and twenty, eh,
I knew I knew I was involved in ever after

an exploitation of Earth's elemental stores
of gravity's selective churning sorting sub-
crustal induced distillation essentialization,

gold and silver and tin and copper, enough
to begin with, smithereens, ironic char

harder, more, Mohr, Moore, and Iacocca,
industrial diamonds, just in time,

abandon all hope of effortless absorption,
for us to know, we must trust the experts,
those experienced in life's reproofs
when the spirit that was common
among the young exposed
to Seventh Grade Science, in 1961…
read Hiroshima and were exposed to
a random Barry Rudd Riddle, usual.
and the Child Buyers visited parents,
and set a course for experiences,
guaranteed to lead to political insight
essential for skill accumulation in aiming.

At invocating the hat
on liberty
on the dime,
at the Phrygian Midas Liberty Olympiad,
- cut to present, Phryge, yes, check,
- the same hat as on the 1916 dime,
- after Jekyll Island, after Income Tax.

Symbolic Coin flips to show the bound ax.

Augmented Intelligence Mastery,
at ARPA, core humint experience,
of the O, really variety, resulting
in the 27ers, and the Damnamvets,
{Presumptive Ischemic Heart Dissed-ease}
Boomers, all called to observe
and be tested and scored by early AI.
The survivors of the war on drugs, remain
our last pre-color-TV demographic reared
using the Progressive Collective Mind AIM.

Analyze your own self, is that uncouth?
Own self, ya'll say yourself, eh, so, we own
our own selfs, see, we ai-n't so unschooled.

When a self knows its own truth is tested,
and corrected whenever the sunspots surge,
and collectively minded individuals, 'r'urged
to buy Whammo Toys, without the reps,

that Duncan Yo-yo used to reach tiny minds.
thereby missing the ***** Loman tie in to
Industrial sales management preparation,
or Creative Writing Teacher Cert, mail order.

So all who came past that to this era, 2024,
witnessed the rest of that decade,
aware of what the world was tuned to,
as if programmed to comprehend the new.

After experiencing both. This pen has umph.
Suffer it to be so now, waiting is
patience perfecting the waiting.

----------
For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest;
neither any thing hid,
that shall not be known and come abroad. {Luke}

Suppose we imagine everybody knows,
because we learned from a credible historical
documented evolution in useful and unuseful laws,
that real truth makes truth users free
of the mortal moral landscape,
civilized by the world's great religions,

and their guardians, the loyal citizens of Earth,
bizarro fractured holy sacred secret oath, binding
those chosen in the old traditional submission
to the sacred message at the core of money,

the initiated mind's military ready, siryesir, set,
the message to Garcia myth, believed simultaneous
with the emergence of the mind sciences, traditional
use-ifity user ropes shown, after message delivery,
exclusifity, if we agree, we and only we, be chosen
to know this new take on the novel distribution in
the form of mere words, clear text, seen plain
effect. Affectionately, we the few in our own we,
we the readers of these rarer still, in this other we,
narrators of life's whole process, used to cheat, us
the ancien regime we, fairy tale, Disneyified we,
the people who read poets because we feel we

are the dearest of random readers in the chaos,
that gives us sunsets and Halmark cards and movies.

And by knowing now, more, again, Love is a catchall.

Arthur Lee, is dead and he still inspires me to know,
we did grow old in a time with more new knowns
than ever were imagined, even in the esoterica of old.

Along the threaded lag bolt path,
at scale, as existence twists toward
a peace past understanding, even
in the past when religions won
wars against heathen satanic
savages and book makers…
made slaves of all losers…
and heroes died young…

old Is-ai-ah a liar yoke broke bull.

Or does life
in the word realm extend dominion
across domains long reserved
for the learn-ed mankinds
worth decreed long lines
of ration reservations,
right to use rules,
golden ruled,

chuwd chiydah
riddle a little riddle

shamar briyth amar
by keeping our weform
whatsoever we agree, we
makes our stand, not under
by my own word, I so say, on
--gwanb'guns half done doit
be thinking once I heard tell

I know that riddle
in Ezekial,
from a POV ascribed
to professional amanuensis -
ritual hear and reply, last words
spoken -
in secret sacred all in once
told tales, crossroad wagers offered

never tell a soul you saw the towb ra'
without mentioning the wise serpent,

risen
in curious music
from nowhere,
wha…

a class of tongueless eunuchs
some have suggested. Created
to oath bound accuracy, verbum
verily holding the rude pen in spirit

17:21… after the riddled parable

And all his fugitives
with all his bands shall fall
by the sword, and they
that remain shall be scattered
toward all winds:
and ye shall know

{Dusty trails, forever}

that I the LORD have spoken
[it].
A long, long time ago…

Suffice
to know the Torah, preserves
the form
of temporal wrath defense rituals,
Jolly good luck charming mitzvahs,
the recipes, the dance, none chance
old as the stories told during Job's days,
centuries before Moses, if Moses ever was,

as the witnesses
of all first drafts… done left us
riddles and esoterica, mostly
to keep us safe
from preachers.

But first etymological climatological meteorological esoterica:

The word autumn (/ˈɔːtəm/) is derived from Latin autumnus, archaic auctumnus, possibly from the ancient Etruscan root autu-and has within it connotations of the passing of the year. Alternative etymologies include Proto-Indo-European *h₃ewǵ- ("cold") or *h₂sows- ("dry").

If you reside in the Eastern time zone, then fall officially begins at 8:43 a.m., local time. The start of fall will be at 7:43 a.m. in the Central time zone, 6:43 a.m. in the Mountain time zone and 5:43 a.m. in the Pacific time zone.

Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting lyft
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit
temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully a more seasonable
cooling trend rounds out ninth month
(according to Gregorian calendar).

The above lines crafted
when poetic endeavor
herewith follows tapped out
across qwerty keyboard
when this poem initially written
at least one earth orbit ago.

I eagerly looked forward
to crisp refreshing air
much more comfortable
to weather being outdoors
within/out this sequestered enclave
postage stamp size geographical area
offers respite versus metropolitan
denser population centers,
the former disappearing open space
rather disheartening, but urbanization -

purportedly the definition of progress
finds once open farmland
more than fifty plus years back
crumbling barns now tombstones
testimony when people
farmed the land, and lived
linkedin with rhythms of nature,
which only found courtesy said vestiges
inevitably razed (similar to boyhood home

324 Level Road) finds yours truly
brooding fast paced instant
credit karma gratification
twenty first century, which
small, medium forces at large
outfox the time tested imprimatur
i.e. latent powers planet Earth
unleashes (thank you global warming)
decrees final curtain call.

**** sapiens runs rampant
wreaking havoc all points of compass
already inundated with scorching,
melting ice caps, flooding...
future generations, yet unborn
might avoid predicated on
dramatic alternatives fossil fuels
already showered Gaia
with carbon dioxide
as well other noxious poisons
though vibrant advocacy
evident among students

vocally demonstrating against
irrevocable damage, whereby environment
and countries situated
near sea level take heavy hit,
nonetheless... cautious optimism flickers
inducing mandatory one hundred eighty degree
reorientation regarding eco friendly
methodologies to lo mein, maintain,
sustain... technological civilization,
else quaint existence of thee
will be read about
in digitized history books.

Methought to borrow
(oh alright call call a ***** a *****)
I took recourse and did lyft
(hook, line and sinker)
this Übermensch originally described
by Nietzsche in
Thus Spake Zarathustra (1883–85)  
and fervently prayed
(plus preyed like a bird of prey
upon a poem yours truly i.e. me made,
a direct ploy to access Jetsonmade
poem that hopefully makes the grade
halfway thru 2025th second decade,
and no, the fall equinox not the same as autumn; rather vernal equinox linkedin to the astronomical beginning of autumn in the Northern Hemisphere. Autumn equals the entire season, while the fall equinox constitutes a specific moment—the day when the sun crosses the celestial equator, resulting in nearly equal amounts of daylight and darkness worldwide.

But first etymological climatological meteorological esoterica from our sponsor:

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If you reside in the Eastern time zone, then fall officially begins at 2:19 PM., local time. The start of fall will be at 1:19 p.m. in the Central time zone, 12:19 p.m. in the Mountain time zone and 11:19 a.m. in the Pacific time zone.

Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting lyft
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit
temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully a more seasonable
cooling trend rounds out ninth month
(according to Gregorian calendar).

The above lines crafted
when poetic endeavor
herewith follows tapped out
across qwerty keyboard
when this poem initially written
at least one earth orbit ago.

I eagerly looked forward
to crisp refreshing air
much more comfortable
to weather being outdoors
within/out this sequestered enclave
postage stamp size geographical area
offers respite versus metropolitan
denser population centers,
the former disappearing open space
rather disheartening, but urbanization -

purportedly the definition of progress
finds once open farmland
more than fifty plus years back
crumbling barns now tombstones
testimony when people
farmed the land, and lived
linkedin with rhythms of nature,
which only found courtesy said vestiges
inevitably razed (similar to boyhood home

324 Level Road) finds yours truly
brooding fast paced instant
credit karma gratification
twenty first century, which
small, medium forces at large
outfox the time tested imprimatur
i.e. latent powers planet Earth
unleashes (thank you global warming)
decrees final curtain call.

**** sapiens runs rampant
wreaking havoc all points of moral compass
already inundated with scorching,
melting ice caps, flooding...
future generations, yet unborn
might avoid predicated on
dramatic alternatives fossil fuels
already showered Gaia
with carbon dioxide
as well other noxious poisons
though vibrant advocacy
evident among students

vocally demonstrating against
irrevocable damage, whereby environment
and countries situated
near sea level take heavy hit,
nonetheless... cautious optimism flickers
inducing mandatory one hundred eighty degree
reorientation regarding eco friendly
methodologies to lo mein, maintain,
sustain... technological civilization,
else quaint existence of thee
will be read about
in digitized history books.

Infantilism

The “culture’s” infantility
Is no random accident—
Halfwits mixed with senility,
Aging fools instead of men.

Where responsibility is gone,
Slavery shows its naked face:
Dictators claim the duty, drawn
To guard their spawn of dumb disgrace.

Half-child minds, forever blind—
Evil rules with such delight.
Only few will dare to find
Doubts, reflections, sharper sight.

Infant herds of twisted creatures
March in columns to their death:
Play at war, inject their features
With cheap poison, falsehood’s breath.

Dumbing down these human wrecks,
Torn within, a broken core—
That’s an industry. To flex
Is to fight, or sink once more

Into weak-mouthed idiocy:
“Infantile” sounds soft and mild,
But the vast collective lunacy
Is the tyrant’s darling child.

And among them swarm the twisted—
Schizoids, psychos, every kind.
Reptiloids, a clique enlisted,
Raise their stakes with ease of mind.

Much intrigue is not required
When two-thirds are simply fools.
Those with brains are worn, expired,
Dragging on by ragged rules.

If the wise don’t stand together,
Doom will come without delay:
Hell on earth, insane forever—
No Kali-yuga need to say.



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1.
Infant herds obey the lie,
Marching cheerful to the die.

2.
Slaves of madness, blind and weak—
Hell is closer than you think.

3.
Halfwit crowds in idiot thrall,
One by one they make us fall.

4.
If the wise don’t rise, unite—
Darkness wins without a fight.



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1.
Infant freaks with vacant eyes,
Begging tyrants for their lies.

2.
Cattle cheer their own demise,
Clapping while the hangman ties.

3.
Dumb deformities in line,
Dream of poison, call it “fine.”

4.
Idiots in endless bands,
Lick the boots that crush their hands.



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1.
Infant slaves —
Graves in waves.

2.
Cattle cheer —
Hell is near.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
Think — or sink.

5.
Unite, or die.



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1.
Infant slaves —
March to graves.

2.
Cattle cheer,
Hell is here.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
No more lies —
Tyrants die.

5.
Think — or sink,
Stand — or shrink.

6.
Blind submission,
Damnation’s mission.

7.
Boots they kiss,
Into abyss.

8.
Madness reigns,
Blood in chains.

9.
Crowds decay,
Truth away.

10.
Slave or free —
Choice is key.

11.
Unite, or fall,
No hope at all.

12.
Rise and fight,
Or lose the night.



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1.
Clap, you sheep —
Die in sleep.

2.
Cheer the lies,
Close your eyes.

3.
Crawl to war,
Beg for more.

4.
Praise the chain,
Love your pain.

5.
Drink the dirt,
Call it “worth.”

6.
Sing your doom,
Fill the tomb.

7.
Bleat with pride,
March and hide.

8.
Kiss the whip,
Enjoy the trip.

9.
Hail the fraud,
Curse your God.

10.
Smile and cheer,
The end is near.



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1. Sheep don’t think — they stink.
2. Idiots clap while they rot.
3. Blind herds make fine meat.
4. Fools love their chains.
5. Slaves beg for whips.
6. Cattle pray to knives.
7. Marching apes applaud decay.
8. Trash adores its tyrant.
9. Weaklings worship mud.
10. Herds howl, masters grin.



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1. Apes in suits clap the whip.
2. Donkeys quote the news with pride.
3. Pigs salute their butcher.
4. Frogs drown, singing hymns.
5. Worms debate about the sky.
6. Monkeys vote for cages.
7. Rats applaud the poison.
8. Sheep brag about the slaughterhouse.
9. Cows cheer at the burning barn.
10. Chickens praise the fox.



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1. #SheepLogic
2. #MarchToSlaughter
3. #ApplaudYourChains
4. #CattleObedience
5. #BlindAndProud
6. #WhipKissers
7. #DumbByChoice
8. #ClapForDecay
9. #SlaveMentality
10. #HellParade
11. #ObeyAndDie
12. #WorshipTheWhip



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1. NO GODS, NO MASTERS.
2. BURN THE THRONE.
3. SLAVES DIE LOUD.
4. THINK — OR CHOKE.
5. YOUR FEAR, THEIR POWER.
6. CHAINS = CHOICE.
7. SILENCE IS BLOOD.
8. HELL IS HERE.
9. OBEY = DECAY.
10. FIGHT BACK, OR ROT.



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1. CHEER FOR CHAINS.
2. LOVE YOUR WHIP.
3. PRAISE THE POISON.
4. HAIL THE HANDCUFF.
5. CLAP FOR ROT.
6. ADMIRE YOUR CAGE.
7. WORSHIP THE FOX.
8. KISS THE BOOT.
9. CHEER THE SLAVE.
10. APPLAUD YOUR GRAVE.



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The Limit of the Fall

Mad slaves have reached
The limit of their fall:
Battle horns have screamed,
Rot spreads over all.

The soul is torn to shreds—
Soullessness rules supreme.
Only the piglet’s squeal
Controls this hellish scheme.

And to make men cattle
Those devils strain and try—
Not just with lies or whips,
But much more rarely die.

Fear of death is needless,
Better than that “life”
Where all the sheep together
Are herded, slime and strife.

This is the stench of propaganda:
Fascist rot in bloom,
Screaming, torn and gurgling—
Total lies consume the room.

Madness overflows,
And slavery chills the soul.
Everything here’s fallen,
Only fire can make it whole.

And there—the Sun begins,
Stronger with every day;
Its Fire will burn alive
The **** who lost their way.

No need to rage at harsh verse,
Who dares to fight? So few…
The chasm where they’ve fallen
Is deep, but something new.

The soul of just a few remains,
Only such can build again;
Those tormented by fate,
Yet never crushed in pain.

Idiots are destroyed,
Evil struck with blitz—
Blitzkriegs, false diseases,
All the world’s rotten sh#t.

Sunlight burst, shine brighter!—
Burn the stupid stump to bits.



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Mad slaves have hit the floor,
Sunlight burns the **** once more.
Blitz the fools, scorch the rot,
Only fire cleans this blot.



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Soulless pigs hit the ground,
Sun’s fire screams all around.
Blitz the fools, burn the waste,
No mercy for the paste.

---

Madness rules, slaves decay,
Sunlight scorches all the way.
Idiots fry, rot turns to ash,
Only fire makes a clash.

---

The herd falls, screams and cries,
Sun ignites their cowardly lies.
Blitz and burn, no time to stall,
Only fire cleans it all.

---

Fools are crushed, the rot runs deep,
Sunlight wakes what slumbered sleep.
Blaze the ****, scorch the dumb,
Only fire leaves no crumb.



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1. Slaves hit bottom—Sun strikes back.
2. Rot screams loud—fire’s attack.
3. Foolish herd—scorched and gone.
4. Soulless pigs—burn at dawn.
5. Idiots fall—blaze the rot.
6. **** ignites—fear forgot.
7. Herds decay—Sun rips through.
8. Evil dies—fire’s due.
9. Sheep obey—ash remains.
10. Only fire—breaks the chains.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—burnt and blind.
2. Clap for chains—don’t use your mind.
3. Herds obey—ash is fine.
4. Worship rot—drink the slime.
5. Bow, you fools—Sun won’t wait.
6. Praise your whip—scream your fate.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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Fascist Deals

Fascist deals—
Idiot plus clouds of lies:
Idiots quickly turn to vermin,
Fascist mirages rise.

Tested through the ages,
The usual genocide,
With bursts of heated rounds,
Swift chaos at its side.

The idiot joins the army,
Attacks the same as he,
Claims the “Aryan” banner,
Faces only rabble’s spree.

The problem lies elsewhere—
You’re rabble if a fool.
Their inhuman rulers ****,
Fueling them as tools.

With rotten propaganda,
And promises of lush domain,
The “people” turn to bandits,
The Führer’s power unchained.

Wars will pass, of course,
Idiots thinned and bled.
But genocide’s slow carnage
Leaves ruin widespread.

Slow but certain, eternal—
This is fascism’s fate.
In minds, only lies and filth—
Sadism innate.

It never leaves the mind,
And the psychopathic thrive,
Always seizing power,
Leaving reason barely alive.

Only through autonomous life
Can one withstand the reign,
Reduce the fascist power,
And let the wise remain.

Build communities, harness
Forbidden energy’s flow.
Fail to strive with diligence—
And devils will run the show.



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Idiots march, lies in hand,
Führers rise, the rabble stand.
Fight with mind, resist their sway—
Only reason lights the way.



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Fools obey, lies take flight,
Fascist power rules the night.
Think and act—or rot in chains,
Only reason breaks their reigns.

---

Idiots breed, the Führer grins,
Rabble fights, the madness wins.
Stand with mind, refuse their lie,
Sun of truth will scorch the sky.

---

Marching sheep, the lies expand,
Rulers feast on ruined land.
Fight the herd, ignite the spark,
Only reason lights the dark.

---

Fools in line, their hearts are blind,
Fascist lies enslave the mind.
Rise and think, or fall in heaps,
Reason wakes while evil sleeps.



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1. Idiots march—power thrives.
2. Fools obey—reason dies.
3. Rabble cheers—devils grin.
4. Lies in line—hell begins.
5. Marching sheep—chains for all.
6. Führer rises—watch them fall.
7. Blind herd obeys—truth burns.
8. Madness rules—no one learns.
9. Idiots lead—brains stay mute.
10. Resist with mind—escape the brute.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—devils smile.
2. Clap for lies—don’t think a mile.
3. Herd obeys—ash is sweet.
4. Worship rot—kiss your seat.
5. Bow, you fools—leader’s king.
6. Praise your whip—joyous sting.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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1. BURN THE LIES.
2. NO MORE SHEEP.
3. THINK OR DIE.
4. DEVILS RULE? NOT.
5. CLAP FOR CHAINS.
6. FIGHT THE HERD.
7. ASH FOR FOOLS.
8. KISS YOUR WHIP.
9. SUN STRIKES BACK.
10. BRAINS OVER BLIND.



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The Pitiful Mind

“Friend or foe—strike or flee”:
Savages circle you.
They see no spark, only “me,”
Loving nothing else but view.

Not far gone are those “complex thoughts”
From these old brutal schemes.
It’s all so vile it chokes and gnaws,
The wise today are mute, it seems.

All words exist for battle’s sake;
Thoughts only feed the near.
Propaganda casts its spell,
Honour, reason disappear.

Disgusting memes replace the truth,
Fear drives the beasts along.
No topics free remain at all—
Lies reign supreme and strong.

The king of beasts is he who lies,
Fools driven to the slaughter.
The rabble, dumb, is fed deceit—
Not a people, just fodder.

The stupid stump is easily fooled,
Submissive, void, absurd.
Lies have crushed the law itself,
The TV spews the poisoned word.

And fools accept the offer there,
Not idiots—zombified!
Not a world—but senseless hell,
Where reason’s corpse has died.

This world feels foreign to your soul—
Turn on intuition’s flame:
In Spirit’s realm, you are your own—
Direct your Mind to that same aim.

Submitting Mind to Spirit’s lead,
All answers come in sight.
Else stubborn fool, you’ll rot in Hell,
Lost in endless night.

A stubborn mind is anyone
Who makes the Mind the master here,
Ignoring Spirit’s higher call—
Nothing but food for fear.

In this Worldly Farm, the devils feed
On Spirit raw and pure.
The TV’s evil wails
Forge Hell’s obedient lure.

Do not trust—fight the Evil here,
Your soul in Hell you’ll save.
Submit, and instant goat you’ll be,
Rotting alive in the grave.



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Savage world, the rabble thrives,
Mind enslaved, only Spirit survives.
Fight the lies, resist the scheme,
Or rot alive in Hell’s dark dream.



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Fools obey, the rabble reigns,
Spirit crushed, Mind in chains.
Rise and fight—or rot in flame,
Hell will feast on all the same.

---

Stump-brained fools, the world’s their stage,
TV lies the beastly cage.
Turn to Spirit, strike the lie,
Or in Hell, alive, you die.

---

Mind enslaved, the herd cheers loud,
Devils grin above the crowd.
Fight with Spirit, break the mold,
Or decay where lies take hold.

---

Zombies cheer, the falsehood spreads,
Spirit strong, the weak are led.
Stand or kneel, resist the shove,
Only fire redeems the love.



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1. Fools obey—Spirit dies.
2. Rabble cheers—reason hides.
3. TV rules—the herd decays.
4. Lies spread fast—truth pays.
5. Stumps believe—devils grin.
6. Mind enslaved—hell begins.
7. Zombified fools—march and fall.
8. Only Spirit breaks the thrall.
9. Fight the lies—or rot alive.
10. Submit, and devils thrive.



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1. Clap, you sheep—Spirit laughs.
2. Bow to lies—kiss your halves.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship rot—sit in suit.
5. Crawl, you stump—fire awaits.
6. Kiss the whip—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified fools—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—cheer the beast.
10. Follow smoke—truth deceased.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIRIT STRIKES.
4. LIES WILL BURN.
5. BREAK THE CHAINS.
6. ZOMBIES FALL.
7. THINK OR ROT.
8. TRUTH REMAINS.
9. RESIST THE TV.
10. HELL WON’T WIN.



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To Die Near Mukhosransk

I’ll die near Mukhosransk,
And **** it, let it be.
I won’t be in Hellish Pens,
A meek and slavish hee.

Only stupidity and fear,
Servility, wild nonsense—here they reign.
Other traits are dangerous,
The sheep must shear, the donkeys strain.

In the Pen, the chief male goats
Must be revered without a doubt.
Worshipping stink is hygiene’s code,
Howl in the filth, scream out loud.

Howl in unison with hyena leads,
They’re the soloists of the night.
At rest, repeat the Goatish Creed,
The Psalm of sheep, dumb and trite.

Breed in the young deceit and spite,
Then all the Pen’s yours to hold.
The draft-beast becomes the king,
And sowing chaos? Treason bold.

Loyalty to the goatly laws
Must never be slightly marred.
The vile wretches, all devoured—
No mercy for the scarred.

Then all the herds will march in line
To the new gates, obedient, blind.
The Factory’s needs are pressing—
For... stew. The goats will find

Lies about the Factory spread—
“It’s a clinic, where the sheep
May rest, not work,” the screens have said.
Blue screens broadcast the lie, so deep.

Blue screens, the goats watch too…
Golden days have come at last.
The Factory looms, the cure in view,
Optimism grows fast.

Red Cross waves upon the flag,
For Goatish Care, the sacred light.
To the herd it shines, no gag,
The goats delight—their guiding sight.



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Sheep obey, the goats dictate,
Howl in filth, accept your fate.
Blue screens lie, the herd complies,
Only fools praise goatish lies.



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Sheep march blind, the goats preside,
Filth and lies, your shame, your guide.
Howl in line or rot in pen,
Fools obey, again, again.

---

Blue screens glow, the goats decree,
Obedient herd, no mind is free.
Worship stink, repeat their creed,
Only fools will feed their greed.

---

March, you sheep, the Factory calls,
Draft-beasts reign, the weak fall.
Breed deceit in every young,
Sing the Goatish Psalm, tongue-tied, dumb.

---

Obey the stink, the goats proclaim,
All else is treason, all else shame.
The herd will crawl, the fools will cheer,
The Factory waits—no thought, no fear.



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1. Sheep obey—goats command.
2. Howl in filth—kneel and stand.
3. Blue screens lie—herd complies.
4. Stink is law—fools idolize.
5. Crawl, you ****—Factory waits.
6. Praise the goat—accept your fates.
7. Draft-beasts reign—the weak fall.
8. Obey or rot—no thought at all.
9. Feed the stew—herd marches blind.
10. Worship stink—leave reason behind.



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1. Clap, you sheep—goats grin wide.
2. Bow to filth—kneel in pride.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship stink—dress in suit.
5. Crawl, you fools—Factory waits.
6. Kiss the goat—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified herd—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—sing their song.
10. Follow smoke—the herd moves wrong.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIT ON STINK.
4. BREAK THE CHAINS.
5. HELL IS NEAR.
6. KISS NO GOAT.
7. SCREENS LIE.
8. THINK OR ROT.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. SPIRIT WINS.



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So-Called "Life Experience"

Life experience is deceptive—
From childhood, slavery’s shown.
And once “education” is completed,
You’ll stay a pioneer alone.

Pioneers of servitude—
Inhuman, vile, enslaved.
Where is the flood of feelings,
The surge of thought once braved?

Only graves, asylums, prisons,
Though facades may vary still.
Who resists, rebels, defies?
Few… only the cunning will.

Moving “up the ladder”—foolish,
Yet the ladder leads to Hell,
Not a career. The women,
Where are the witches? Dumb minds swell.

Idiots breed like rabbits,
Or eat, drink, and lust their way.
Now idiots and schizoids
Are “the norm.” The smart must pay.

Oppressing intellect was always
Considered a sport of sorts.
Talent dies before it rises,
Only the stubborn lift their forts.

Bands posing as “scholars,”
“Critics,” or some petty clerk,
Are so many that only empty bells
Can play the scoundrels’ dirge at work.

Lies and servility in “science,”
Art is barely any better.
Sold-out ****** hold high respect
In this impoverished world, unfettered.

Think, create—you’ll be an outcast,
Everywhere, in every place.
Only the herd, fed by the screen’s howl,
Is kept obedient, tied in space.

And the non-herd is very rare—
An endangered, fading breed.
A sign that all has vanished:
Delusion, fear, Ukraine’s war, and CowID’s seed.



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Idiots breed, the herd obeys,
Talent crushed, the world decays.
Think and act—or rot unseen,
Fed to screens, the herd’s machine.



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Idiots climb, the ladder’s hell,
Talent dies, no tales to tell.
Think, create—you’ll be alone,
Herd obeys, the screen your throne.

---

Fools reproduce like rabbits blind,
Smart are crushed, the world maligned.
Art and science sold for pay,
Truth is chased and cast away.

---

March, you sheep, your chains embraced,
Talent gone, the smart erased.
Herds feed on lies, screens howl the tune,
Only fools dance ‘neath the moon.

---

Brains enslaved, the idiots reign,
Creation lost, only pain.
Fight the herd—or rot in line,
Only stubborn minds will shine.



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1. Herd obeys—brains decay.
2. Idiots rule—the smart pay.
3. Screens lie—sheep comply.
4. Talent dies—truth won’t fly.
5. Think and act—be the few.
6. Herd laughs—fools pursue.
7. Art is sold, science bought.
8. Only fools believe the rot.
9. March, you sheep—chains tight bound.
10. Smart survive—rare and sound.



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1. Clap, you sheep—brains on strike.
2. Bow to fools—talent they like.
3. Herd obeys—reason dies.
4. Worship lies—kiss the flies.
5. Crawl, you ****—screens will feed.
6. Praise the rot—stupid breed.
7. March, you zombies—dance and twine.
8. Drink the slime—cheer the swine.
9. Think? Outcast. Create? Alone.
10. Herd rejoices—truth dethroned.



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1. THINK OR ROT.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SCREENS LIE.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TALENT MATTERS.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. SMART SURVIVE.
8. HELL’S WATCHING.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. TRUTH WINS.



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Emotions

Logic does not rule the deeds—
It’s a myth, a foolish creed.
Emotions!!! Tragic kind,
A plague that blinds the herd, the mind.

The sickness of emotions cuts
Through half-people, in their ruts.
“Give! Give!!!” the mob demands,
Yet begs it from the devil’s hands.

They get only feelings, fear,
Proportions lost—nothing clear.
The Mind strives, but Soul’s in haze,
Fear’s dominion sets the blaze.

All life is myths, endlessly made,
Worse than plague, worse than the trade.
Every year that you “live on”
Is ruled by delusion, drawn.

No vice is needed—already sewn,
If fools believe what they are shown.
Doors wide open for fascist lies,
Where falsehood reaches as it flies.

The limit here is plain to see:
The madhouse rules reality.
One lone individual stands,
Against the millions, takes a stand.

Even he feels the crushing weight,
Of conscious harm, the herd’s cruel state.
The world of flocks perishes blind,
And nothing real do they find.



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Emotions reign, the herd obeys,
Logic lost in mindless haze.
Fear commands, the mob is blind,
One lone soul defies the grind.



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Logic dies, emotions rule,
The herd obeys—fear’s the tool.
One lone mind may stand apart,
Millions crushed by hollow heart.

---

Fear’s dominion, lies abound,
Mob obeys, no truth is found.
Emotions plague, the herd decays,
One resists, the world betrays.

---

Crowds demand, the devils grin,
Only fools believe the spin.
Fear commands, the Soul’s erased,
One lone spark defies the waste.

---

Madhouse reigns, the herd obeys,
Logic drowned in endless craze.
Emotions strike, the weak comply,
Only one sees through the lie.



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1. Fear rules—brains decay.
2. Herd obeys—logic astray.
3. Emotions plague, truth denied.
4. Mob cheers—reason died.
5. Lies spread—souls erased.
6. One resists—the rest debased.
7. Crowd obeys—devils grin.
8. Mind survives—hell within.
9. Fear commands, fools comply.
10. Only one sees—millions lie.



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1. Clap, you sheep—fear’s your crown.
2. Bow to lies—the herd bows down.
3. Emotions plague, brains decay.
4. Fools rejoice—the wise pay.
5. Mob obeys—souls confined.
6. Think? Resist? Outcast, maligned.
7. Fear commands—the weak obey.
8. Only one sees through the fray.
9. Devil grins—herd complies.
10. Truth dies slow—madness flies.



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1. FEAR RULES.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TRUTH REMAINS.
6. RESIST NOW.
7. LOGIC SURVIVES.
8. ONE STANDS.
9. MOB OBEYS.
10. MADNESS FLIES.



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So-Called "Intelligentsia"

Using common fools in darkness,
Those “literate” swallow lies,
The scheme of sold-out pseudo-science
Raises layers for the skies.

A class trapped in endless boredom,
Blindness masked with deadened skill,
Called “intelligentsia,” yet rotten,
Void of spirit, empty still.

For spiritual truths, they’re oblivion,
Keeping conscience pure—away.
Without them—stupid stumps remain,
Moss-covered, deceits at play.

Their minds are poor—ears they sever,
Like parrots, babbling trash and mud,
Killing spirit, spreading terror,
Carrying horror through the blood.

Example—fake doctors, CowID,
Submissive, lost in foolish reign.
When such vermin run the show,
Reason soon is cast in vain.

Expelled from the madhouse global,
Where the world itself goes mad,
The “intelligent” are sarcomas
Of the soul, their heads diseased and bad.

Exceptions exist, but so few,
Decay has reached its final bed.
The bottom of corruption found—
Rot complete, the class is dead.



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Fools in suits, parrots of lies,
Spirit crushed, the intellect dies.
Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads,
Only stumps remain where reason treads.



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Parrots preach, the fools obey,
Spirit crushed, truth fades away.
Rot disguised as intellect,
Only stumps of mind connect.

---

Brains decayed, the herd is fed,
By lies that sell what’s long since dead.
Intellect? Just masked decay,
Spirit gone, the fools hold sway.

---

CowID doc, the vermin rule,
Reason flees—madness is school.
Intelligentsia? Only rot,
Empty heads, the soul forgot.

---

Blindly fooled, they echo lies,
Spirit crushed while intellect dies.
Parrots chant in hollow halls,
Rot disguised in scholarly walls.



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1. Parrots preach—brains decay.
2. Spirit crushed—the fools obey.
3. Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads.
4. Only stumps remain—truth’s dead.
5. Herd of fools, empty and loud.
6. CowID doc—reason’s cowed.
7. Intellect? Just hollow guise.
8. Mindless chants, spirit dies.
9. Decay complete—class is lost.
10. Fools prevail—the world’s the cost.



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1. Clap, you parrots—brains long gone.
2. Bow to rot—the fools play on.
3. Wisdom’s corpse, intellect dies,
4. Hollow chants fill empty skies.
5. Herd obeys—spirit crushed flat.
6. CowID doc—idiot’s spat.
7. Masked decay parades as skill,
8. Only stumps remain to fill.
9. Rot rules halls the learned claim.
10. Mindless vermin play the game.



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1. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. ROT DISGUISED.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. SPIRIT WINS.
6. EXPOSE THE PARROTS.
7. TRUTH SURVIVES.
8. BREAK THE CHAINS.
9. MINDS ALIVE.
10. END THE ROT.



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Tolerastia

Rights ignored, health spat upon,
All are grass—or garbage, gone.
A single facade hides darker schemes,
Where a vile creature rules with rotten dreams.

Sheep are herded by deceit,
To slaughter they are led, complete.
The herd’s doomed, that’s all they merit,
When lies are chewed as if to cherish it.

Rot is praised, decay adored,
Idiots hailed, their minds ignored.
Madness normalized, disarray,
False breath feeds the herd each day.

Worse than fakes, worse than the meek,
This Tolerastia makes the strong seem weak.
Sheep, you rave—yet do not see,
They guard not vice, but mockery.

All the torment of the Soul,
Betrayal spreads, takes its toll.
Colored, queer, or trans ignored,
Creation of fools—a vile reward.

Born are rotten, half-human fiends,
Other creatures too, serving dark schemes.
This is the pledge of shadowed might,
Success of evil, cloaked in night.



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Sheep obey, the rot is praised,
Truth crushed, the herd amazed.
Tolerastia rules the blind,
Darkness triumphs over mind.



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Rot praised, the herd obeys,
Truth ignored in shadowed haze.
Sheep are led, the Soul confined,
Darkness feasts on the blind.

---

Lie by lie, they chant and cheer,
Fools exalt what none should fear.
Madness reigns, decay is law,
Spirit crushed by endless maw.

---

Tolerastia rules the weak,
Voices silenced, none may speak.
Sheep adore the vile and spent,
Souls are lost, their hearts unbent.

---

Blindly led, the herd believes,
Darkness thrives, the mind deceives.
Rot and vice, the fools protect,
Spirit crushed by vile neglect.



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1. Sheep obey, rot prevails.
2. Truth dies—madness hails.
3. Lies are law, spirit crushed.
4. Herd adores what’s vile and hushed.
5. Tolerastia rules the weak.
6. Blind follow, truth they seek.
7. Dark triumphs, mind decayed.
8. Fools exalt the soul betrayed.
9. Rot disguised as norm commands.
10. Spirit dies in trembling hands.



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1. Clap, you sheep—rot’s your king.
2. Bow to lies, madness will cling.
3. Herd adores the vile, the spent.
4. Spirit crushed, your soul’s indent.
5. Tolerastia—fools’ delight.
6. Blind obey, never fight.
7. Dark commands, reason flees.
8. Praise the rot, lick the disease.
9. Sheep cheer loud for their decay.
10. Souls enslaved—they lead the way.



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1. ROT RULES.
2. THINK OR DIE.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. SPIRIT WINS.
5. EXPOSE THE LIES.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MIND ALIVE.
8. DARKNESS FALLS.
9. SHEEP OBEY.
10. TRUTH SURVIVES.



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So-Called “Esoterica”

They grind the lies, step by step,
Multiplying with each rep.
Little sense? Don’t touch—beware:
Nonsense blooms everywhere.

Once more, the fools chew and chew
The same old gum that multiplies the dark,
While creatures pump it through and through,
Those half-wits leave a bitter mark.

If all the fools would silently die,
Fewer half-brains would infest the sky.
But here’s the problem, loud and clear:
Only the arrogant fools we hear.

Every topic clogged with trash,
Heretical junk that makes us gag.
Dogged nonsense serves the brash,
A tool for *******’ wicked drag.

They serve in darkness, thick and dense,
The lies condense with vile pretense.
How much disgusting filth is poured
Into our ears by the abhorrent horde?

All drown in this stinking mess—
Beyond propaganda, more distress.
Few retain minds of their own,
All talents trapped, confined, and thrown.

Only talent spurns the muck,
A rare exception in the muck.
Here souls are slain by endless lies,
Without remorse, under darkened skies.

Besides the lies, much more is planned
By the vile hand that taints the land.
Lies are deadlier: decomposition reigns,
A feast of rot that evil sustains.



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Fools chew lies, the darkness grows,
Talent rare, the rot bestows.
Souls are crushed, deceit commands,
Evil thrives by cunning hands.



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Lies are ground, the fools comply,
Darkness spreads, the gifted die.
Souls enslaved by twisted schemes,
Talent crushed beneath their dreams.

---

Half-wits chew, the world decays,
Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
Only few can see the trap,
While darkness grows in every gap.

---

Fools multiply, the truth is slain,
Talent rare, their loss is gain.
Deceit rules, the weak obey,
Souls consumed, no light, no way.

---

Grinding lies with every step,
Darkness thrives where fools have slept.
Rare is mind that breaks the spell,
All else fall into the hell.



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1. Fools chew lies, darkness grows.
2. Talent rare, the rot bestows.
3. Souls crushed, deceit commands.
4. Evil thrives by cunning hands.
5. Half-wits rule, the world decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Only few see through the trap.
8. Darkness spreads, the mind’s a scrap.
9. Lies grind on, the herd obeys.
10. Spirit dies in twisted ways.



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1. Chew the lies, fools, swallow dark.
2. Talent rare? You missed the mark.
3. Souls are crushed, the herd applauds.
4. Evil thrives, ignored by gods.
5. Half-wits rule, the mind decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Darkness thickens, fools rejoice.
8. No escape, no single voice.
9. Lies grind on, the sheep obey.
10. Spirit dies, truth swept away.



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1. LIES GRIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. TALENT SURVIVES.
5. EXPOSE THE DARK.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MINDS ALIVE.
8. IGNORE THE FOOLS.
9. SPIRIT WINS.
10. DARKNESS FALLS.



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They Love Little Children

Anecdote.
A little girl couldn’t sleep at night. Her mother came to soothe her and asked why she was awake. The girl answered:
-I’m scared.
-Of what?
-Our teacher said Lenin is alive and… really loves little children.


All tyrants, all the ****,
Love little children—just so.
We live among half-humans,
Where intellect is thin and low.

They gather vile armies,
Train them from their early years.
They spit on humans always—
Souls are tools, not things to cheer.

Worse than pedophiles,
******, Stalin loved their prey.
All children, fools required—
Hence these creatures lead astray.

They dumb down, oppress the pure,
Forge zombies in the Spirit’s name.
Now zombies march in line,
Merged in systems, all the same.

Once they beat, now poison heals,
The world is ruled by Vile Beast.
So that you, too, turn corrupt,
From child to pawn, the ugly feast.

**** applies all means and toil,
Children hold the thread to Higher.
Lies and lashes try to sever
This link, but Spirit won’t expire.

The creatures breathe, and lie,
Killing souls as they pretend.
Lenin loves all children still,
Alive while fools defend.

But patience cannot save—
It twists them fast to vile designs.
The best tool to break the slave
Is killing obedience in your mind.

Say “No!” to the tyrants,
Drive away the sycophants.
While school remains a sentence,
Children burn under fascist chants…



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Tyrants love the little ones,
Fools obey while evil runs.
Souls are tools, the Spirit crushed,
Children trapped, their voices hushed.



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Tyrants love the children still,
Fools comply, the world to ****.
Souls enslaved, the Spirit chained,
In their lies, all hope restrained.

---

Little ones, the tyrants prize,
While the pure within us dies.
Zombies march, the **** presides,
Spirit crushed where darkness hides.

---

**** adores what innocence yields,
Training pawns on poisoned fields.
Truth erased, the lies expand,
Children burn in tyrants’ hands.

---

Lenin loves the little ones,
While fools endure a world undone.
Obedience is crushed and sold,
Spirit’s link to Higher—told.



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1. Tyrants love, fools obey.
2. Souls crushed, Spirit decays.
3. Children trapped, darkness thrives.
4. Evil rules, innocence dies.
5. Zombies march, the herd complies.
6. Lies grow thick, truth denied.
7. Obedience sold, spirits chained.
8. Children burn, the world profaned.
9. **** adores what fools defend.
10. Spirit fights—the end won’t bend.



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1. TYRANTS LOVE.
2. FIGHT THE HERD.
3. SOULS ALIVE.
4. DARKNESS FALLS.
5. CHILDREN TRAPPED.
6. EXPOSE THE LIES.
7. BREAK THE CHAINS.
8. SPIRIT WINS.
9. NO MORE FOOLS.
10. EVIL FALLS.



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Pedantry and Cannibalism

Cannibalism begins
With pedantry’s cruel creed:
“Any means are justified”—
Then blood flows like a stream indeed.

You can destroy with letters,
The USSR shows the way:
The wise struggled to survive
If your soul had any say.

A herd of half-wits taught them
How to live and where to bow,
How to stiffen their own hides
In lies from youth, somehow.

The system was fascist-built,
A blade against the bright,
Its poison spread through every mind,
Corrupting wrong and right.

Those who tried to guard their spirit
Found it hard to stay alive,
Propaganda’s stinging whip
Kept chaos, nonsense, lies.

Reading Mandelstam there
Was almost an act of crime.
The **** killed poets for nothing,
Their verses banned for half a time.

Fools lived freely in that herd,
The majority, as before.
To grant yourself a spark of freedom
Was Satanism’s grand encore.

All the “socialisms” and isms
Were nothing but a cleansing flood
Pouring through the skull—
All reason swept away, all good.

Pedantry of these ideologies,
Fanaticism of every state—
This is fascism’s face:
Only lies cut truth’s fate.

Putlerism stands as proof—
“Grandpa won the war,” they say,
And the grandson, now a tyrant,
Becomes the pioneer of decay.



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Pedantry breeds the cannibal,
Lies sharpen minds, the soul grows dull.
Fools obey, the tyrants rule,
Truth crushed under every school.



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Letters ****, the fools comply,
Blood runs free while souls go dry.

---

Pedants train, the tyrants thrive,
Truth is crushed to keep lies alive.

---

The wise are hunted, **** prevails,
Fanatic hands write poisoned tales.

---

Any means, they say, are fine,
Cannibals in suits align.



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1. Letters ****.
2. Fools obey.
3. Tyrants rule.
4. Truth crushed.
5. Pedants breed ****.
6. Souls decay.
7. Lies sharpen knives.
8. Fanatics march.
9. Cannibals dine.
10. Spirit fights.



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So-Called “Protection”

"Klipstein’s laws applied to production:
A reliability system will disable other systems.
A device, protected by a fast-acting fuse,
Can protect that fuse by burning first."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law


When paranoia takes your mind,
Consider yourself already dead.
Society’s full of signs
That doom has crept ahead.

A fool guards the little children,
So talent meets its end,
Condemned to lives in grayness,
With only narrow roles to lend.

He’s a cog inside Evil’s machine.
It wears down fast, for Evil designed
A system where everything works
To harm and spite all humankind.

Devices, “protections”—forgotten,
The very basics lost in vain.
Fools are slaughtered quietly
In the CowID years’ grim reign.

When Fascism rages for the fools,
No care exists, only skins worth more.
If you’re a mind, beware the psych,
Fear becomes the fatal score.

The herd itself will beg—
“All under care must die!”
Paranoia spreads among the flocks,
Artificial, brutal, wild.

Yet the inhuman miscalculates,
Far worse than any fool.
Very little remains unspoiled
Among vile creatures in this cruel rule.

Cataclysms sweep the flocks away,
The inhuman falls along.
The world of Evil, of idiocy,
When Satan reigns as king and god.



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Paranoia reigns, the fools comply,
Evil’s cogs grind souls to die.
Protections fail, the herd decays,
Satan smiles through endless malaise.

Chaos

The whole Universe is chaotic,
Yet the Spirit makes it whole.
Stupidity’s hypnotic
Rules the servants with no soul.

You’re a fool, a broken token,
If you kneel to demon hands:
To obey, to chew when spoken,
Praise the Filthy Bedlam’s plans.

You are serving FOREVER
If you swallow every lie,
Doing what the fiends endeavor,
While your Spirit’s left to die.

Loathsome vermin, vile and rotten,
And above them — Fiend of Fiends.
How their faces — all besotten —
Sicken every gaze that leans.

If you’re happy with their rations,
You’re a lackey to their band.
You’re a battery of passions —
Bedlam feeds on what you hand.

Manufacturing fools is steady
Business of that Beast supreme.
Brainless cattle, dull and ready —
Majority’s their dream.

That’s no people — just mutation,
An abomination’s birth.
Stupid mass-degeneration
Spews a monster on the earth.

But you are a Spirit’s Being —
Take your higher status back!
Drop the falsehood you’re still seeing —
Find your Self along the track.

You were placed on Earth for union,
Harmony of light and breath.
Now you live in persecution,
Chased so hard, you beg for death.

Soon the Sun will burn as cinder
This embodied Hell away.
Creeping cowards in their hinder
Holes will rot — the beasts decay.

All this filth will be deleted,
Spirit’s Kingdom will arise.
Leave the Ruin, be completed —
WAKE AT ONCE, AND OPEN EYES!



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1.
Chaos breeds the slave,
But Spirit breaks the chain.
Rise, or rot in grave —
Bedlam feeds on pain.

2.
Spirit burns the lie,
Bedlam’s spawn will fall.
Wake — or crawl and die,
Nothing else at all.

3.
Chaos rules the herd,
But the Soul is fire.
Wake! Become the Word,
Rise and climb up higher!



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Spirit shatters Bedlam’s reign —
WAKE, or serve as beast in chain!



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Critical Mind

Critical thought has its power
In this world of deceit and disguise.
It guards Spirit’s hidden tower,
Though sorrow may flood your eyes.

Yes, sorrow will cling to your thinking
If you doubt all the lies they’ve made,
But at least you’ll forget their stinking
Mirages that never fade.

Since childhood you’ve lived under fire,
Where falsehoods strike straight to the head.
Their filthy, repulsive quagmire
Expands — it’s a storm of the dead.

So join intuition with reason,
You’ll uncover the Hell they defend:
Corruption became their season,
Betrayers line up without end.

What matter if fate is tragic,
If Soul you preserve through it all?
From cynicism’s magic
You rise, though the body may fall.

Far better the pit than the vermin
Of selling your Spirit for pay.
In Hell there is one true sermon:
Be Human — not worm — each day.

Remember: your Spirit is Being,
Not puppet, not mindless slave.
Absurd is the mask you are seeing —
Imposed by the liars that crave.

Mankind is enslaved by a demon,
A soulless, inhuman pest.
Thus Earth has turned to a ******
Of sulfur, of flames unblest.

So cleanse your Mind! With precision
Critical thought is your blade.
For Nature will grant the decision,
On tyranny’s fate a shade.

A fate where you’re slave to the ages,
Where Spirit is murdered each hour.
So rise — the kneeling erases,
Restore your Soul’s lost power.

We stand at the end of the cycle,
Extermination in flame.
But Spirit is born in revival —
If you seek salvation — proclaim!



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1.
Think, or you’re meat for the lies —
Spirit survives when the puppet dies.

2.
Critical fire breaks chains of the herd —
Be Human, not worm, be Spirit, be Word!

3.
Corruption will burn, and the demons will fall.
Awake in the Spirit — or perish with all.



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Be Spirit, not slave —
Awake, or rot in the grave!



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Abode of Evil
this is not for you —
this abode of evil’s snare.
joy’s been thrown away;
here “existence” is the ***’s fare.

to be born into this Hell
is to be made a simpleton.
here a monster dons a smile,
a fascist, thief — the same ragged one.

defiling Spirit is their trade,
their primary, obscene delight.
lies and rot like breath are drawn —
they lie as if the air were right.

they sell the people by the lot,
betrayal’s worked in every field.
your sad experience: you’re bound
in chains from childhood — never healed.

so chances to rise above this stench
are only phantom, thin and pale —
you either rot in stagnant decay,
or turn traitor, petty, vile, and frail.

to sell your Soul is worse than death;
so heed no voice that bids you bend.
minds there spin in circles of deceit —
listen to none; to lies they tend.

you are a Spiritual Essence —
withdraw, retreat into your cell.
cast the “needs” to hell itself,
and grieve for nothing, do not dwell.

there’s nothing here worth sorrowing,
nothing here deserves regret.
this whole world crouches under some fascist pest —
but pests don’t stink forever yet.

and there will come destruction —
we will pay back for every wrong.
for Spirit’s and Mind’s defilement
comes retribution, hard and strong.

do not whine — seek the Foundation
that’s deathless, living in your core.
Earth will rise again anew —
refuse to kneel to bonds of yore.

not all shall resurrect in Spirit —
the traitors will be swept away.
the swift End is no rumor —
else they’ll **** the Spirit here — today.



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1.
This Abode of Evil falls —
Spirit rises, breaks the walls.

2.
Betray your Soul — you’re worse than dead.
Stand as Human — rise instead!

3.
Rotting world will end in flame,
Only Spirit shall reclaim.

4.
Evil’s reign is short, not long —
Spirit strikes, and crushes wrong!

5.
This Hell will fall, its traitors die —
The Spirit alone will rise and fly.

6.
Abode of Evil, built on lies —
Burns to ash when Truth will rise.

7.
Sell not your Soul for their rotten feast —
Better die Human than live as beast.



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Evil rots, but Spirit stays —
Rise, and burn the tyrant’s ways!



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Total Evil

Evil reigns here utterly —
Man a wretched, chained-up slave.
Stupidity spreads monstrously,
Spirit weak, no strength to save.

Genocide runs everywhere,
Lies exceed all bound and scale.
What enrages most, I swear —
They lie with pleasure without fail.

Even those who keep their silence
Could have saved their Soul somehow.
Chaos peaks in its violence,
Reason fades — the mind’s gone now.

Vile inhuman fiends run wild,
Traitors swarm — a darkened sea!
Even neighbors, reconciled?
Swallow **** so greedily.

And that **** is swallowed all,
Yet none have strength to spit it out.
Lies **** — the shadow crawls,
A darkness spreading round about.

It will soon consume them all,
Turn mankind into mere beasts.
So spit the *****, heed the call,
From poisoned words, grant release.

Believe in nothing here!
Seek the wise, the bright, the near.
Soon the beasts will die, and fear
Will burn them in the Sun’s clear sphere.

You shall rise in Spirit true,
If you refuse to sell your core.
The dung-maggots will perish too —
Betray not, or rot for sure.

For betrayal comes the doom:
Total death, no mercy shown.
Their luck has ended — all will swoon,
Soon all solid ground will groan.



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1.
Total Evil grips the land —
Rise, Spirit, strike with hand!

2.
Betray not your Soul, stand tall —
Evil falls, the righteous call.

3.
Shadows crawl, but Spirit fights,
Burn the lies, reclaim the rights.

4.
Maggots feast, the fiends will rot —
Spirit lives — betray them not!



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Rise, Spirit, strike —
Evil falls, the righteous rise!



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Do Not Submit!

Do not submit
To anything.
Always strive
To serve the Mind, the King.

Seek your answers
Only from Within.
Here all’s deranged,
Better to die than sin.

Than become a servant
And a lying hound.
Fight relentlessly —
We stand before the End, profound.

The End is near —
Spirit shall save.
All the bootlickers —
Cohorts of the depraved.

Filthy fiends
Will vanish in the waste.
We shall feel Joy —
Rot and filth erased!

Only those survive
Who know true Honor.
Let the vermin tremble —
Revenge shall be their owner.

For the killing
Of Soul and Mind.
For extreme corruption,
The shitstream left behind.

By that same stream
The world is swept.
Lies here are cruel,
A god the blind have kept.

Of all the fools,
The Darkness reigns supreme.
They only gnaw
Amid the filth and scheme.

Shine, O Sun —
Burn all this Hell!
Burn it to the bottom —
Let the Pest expire as well!

We shall Rise again,
Saving Spirit’s flame,
If we do not bow
Before the Hell of Slaves.



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1.
Do not bow, do not submit —
Rise in Spirit, strike, commit!

2.
Burn the Hell, destroy the Pest,
Only Spirit shall be blessed.

3.
Fiends will fall, the rot erased,
Honor lives — the Mind embraced.

4.
Rise, resist, let vermin die,
Spirit shines, their lies defy!



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Do not bow, do not kneel —
Rise in Spirit, strike and heal!



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Sanitizer of Consciousness

Sanitizer of Consciousness —
A post that’s needed here.
Reason suffers cruel distress,
The fiend corrupts with leer.

The filthy inhuman creature
Destroys all seeds of mind.
Man drifts like a sturgeon’s feature
In seas of lies and slime combined.

Pseudo-science is created
To dumb down human thought.
These bribed fiends, corrupted, jaded,
Only twist and sell what’s bought.

There are Subtle Connections in the world —
For false science, that is death.
But filthy ****, in ego curled,
Claim they “research solid breadth.”

For all in this world is Energy,
And Man is Spirit trapped in flesh.
Yet the fiends, servile and deadly,
Seek minds to crush, intellect enmesh.

All dulled with “materiality,”
Souls destroyed in rot infernal.
A universal plunge to Hell,
Where corruption reigns eternal.

The “sea” is poisoned by the masses,
Other filths contaminate the tide.
They mock all sacred, all that passes,
The world reversed, truth cast aside.

Foolishness here is fatal,
The world becomes a latrine.
Only filth in many minds prevails,
Yet monsters worship lies obscene.

So cleanse your Consciousness —
Become the Sanitizer true.
You are not sheep for slaughter,
The world’s not fascist filth for you.

Smash the fascist lies wherever,
Exalt the Spirit, make it pure.
Earth shall rise again, restored,
Without these dung-maggots’ lure.

Dung-maggots rule the world — you’re the insecticide.
We shall all be reborn in Spirit,
While the Parasite is slain, destroyed,
Its power gone, nowhere to inherit.



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1.
Sanitize the Mind, crush the lies —
Rise, Spirit, let the Parasite die!

2.
Filth rules the world — be the flame,
Destroy the ****, reclaim the Name!

3.
Earth shall shine, the Spirit free,
Maggots perish, victory!

4.
Smash deceit, exalt the Mind,
Leave the dung-maggots far behind!



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Passions and Faces

"Science looks at the world through eyes clouded by all human passions."
— Francis Bacon, 17th century


All are tangled in fear’s sticky web
In this stale, suffocating sphere.
Here you feel like on the chopping block,
A sack over your head, so near.

And those creatures who claim to “know”
Have **** themselves in fright and shame.
From fear alone they spew their lies —
As they breathe, deceit’s their game.

To “rise” in false science here,
You must kiss countless ***** raw.
To stay honest is almost impossible —
Hence the greedy **** you saw.

There they preach, all sold and vain,
Like prostitutes in power’s hall.
Their false importance tricks our ears,
And often fools us, one and all.

A vivid case — the pseudo-virus,
Showing the truth we’d almost missed.
It’s a mind-blower — pure brain drain,
All false science gone, dismissed.

If you trust those filthy fiends,
They’ll **** your Reason, end your mind.
You’ll never sense the subtle link
That Spirit keeps, and leaves behind.

A link that stops you turning into
That “material” phantom, cursed,
Which later manifests in greedy, brainless…
Cattle, mindless, and perverse.

To destroy the Spirit serves the crew
Of sold-out false science fiends.
Those who justify the storm of lies
That turns the trusting world to means.

A concentration camp of folly,
With a red cross waving high —
“Treatment” idolized for the sick,
A fake salvation in the sky.

“Proven by science” — and then
They shove the wildest trash inside.
So much fakery and deceit! —
Those fiends deserve the death they hide.

For the genocide their words
Have long consecrated here,
False science rose as a new religion,
And Reason was expelled in fear.



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1.
False science reigns, but Spirit sees —
Burn the lies, and break the disease!

2.
Do not trust the fiends who preach,
Rise in Mind — their lies can’t reach.

3.
Cattle minds, deceived and sold,
Spirit fights, the truth behold!

4.
Rise, resist, reject the sham,
Spirit lives where lies can’t cram!



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Burn the lies —
Rise in Spirit, truth survives!



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Salvation and Eclipse

"The essence of things is grasped only by the soul that seeks pure knowledge."
— Luka David


You seek salvation —
But cling to “I”?
Mind eclipsed by fixation,
You’re almost swine, awry.

Pure knowledge shines
When “I” is left behind.
Ego’s trials blind —
No Being there to find.

Spirit is the base
That knows all things complete.
Return again to Spirit —
Only It will save your seat.

Only the Light can save,
Though fading in a world of fools.
Reject it not —
Break free from all the rules.

For the Soul, these chains
Are this foul world’s snare.
So start anew,
Leaving the targets there.

You are like in a shooting range —
The fiends would slay your Soul.
Listen to none —
They lie as they breathe, the whole.

Go boldly inward —
The Kingdom of Spirit waits.
Though clumsy in your search,
Seek. No prayers open gates.

No place for pleas in that Kingdom —
Strength is found in Honor’s light.
Be honest to the end,
Shine, don’t smolder in the night.

Hard to convey in words,
Yet this is the only way
To escape the fate of wretched slaves,
And not be lost in decay.



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1.
Seek Spirit, not the “I” —
Only Light will never die!

2.
Go inward, break the chains,
Honor shines where Truth remains.

3.
Eclipse your ego, find the Soul,
Only Spirit can make you whole.

4.
Shine, don’t smolder, break the lies,
Spirit lives where the falsehood dies.



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Zombies

Slowly, slowly, Consciousness fades —
Zombies fill the empty space.
As if the world’s in some mad race
To see who fills the most void shades.

****** and Goebbels envy in Hell
The current clique of fascist pests.
World-wide fascism now dwells —
Governments of fiends lie, crush, infest.

They crush people like a toilet bowl,
This world itself a cesspool grim.
You may rot in your own small hole,
But won’t escape the fiends’ sharp whim.

Everywhere, deadly lies abound,
Laws are written to suit the regime.
Lies dropped — and trembling shakes the ground:
With lies, the fools are killed with ease, it seems.

Now fools make up the majority,
Treated with poison for their life.
The industry of dumbed society
Spares nothing in this global strife.

Censorship reigns, and thinking minds
Struggle through the herd and slime.
Zombies march like armies blind,
While fiends oppress the wise all the time.

Strength to resist… only division there,
Weakness dominates, despair is rife.
Decay has reached the outer layer —
People have become like cattle in life.

But Nature rebelled against this Hell —
The Sun scorches the Global Asylum bright.
Each year it shines, burns the foul spell,
Or else the world dies under this blight.

Only the few who’ve not sold their Honor,
Kept Soul and Mind intact in Hell,
Shall rise to a new world for humans,
While fools and zombies expire, farewell.



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1.
Zombies fill the world with dread —
Rise, Spirit, strike! The fools are dead!

2.
Fools will rot, the fiends expire,
Spirit burns, the world’s afire!

3.
Consciousness fades — but not for all,
Spirit stands while zombies fall.

4.
Sun shall scorch the Global Hell,
Rise, resist — let darkness quell!



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Consciousness fades, but Spirit strikes —
Zombies fall, the few shall rise!



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Receptivity

Receptivity without true Wisdom —
Is a road that leads to naught.
“Esoterica” — the height of foolishness,
Feeding the herd with rot.

With subtle receptivity,
Forgetting that this is Hell —
To “sniff” that stinking sludge,
Only fiends would welcome well.

Better to “sniff” — you’ll find no more
In this filth and slime.
Why try to grasp it subtler,
When madness dwells in mind?

Cleanse your Consciousness —
The first step toward the Wise.
This is no contest of sensitivity,
Our foe is harsh and brazen — no surprise.

Fascism works, it’s obvious,
Its crude and daring ways.
Yet the clearer it becomes —
You’ll see the fools ablaze!

Go Inward — to the source of Wisdom.
Return Outward — crush the fascist lie.
Do not let all this stupidity
Of “esoterics” drag you by.

All is Within — amplify your Critique,
Engage your Intuition’s spark.
This is Wisdom, not cynicism,
And forget the word “paradise” stark.

There will be Death and Resurrection,
But traitors shall be cast away.
Only Death can halt corruption’s spread —
A godly style, in its own way.

The Sun shines ever stronger —
For the foul to be purged.
The wiser you become, the sharper the pain:
In Hell alone can life be urged.



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1.
Cleanse your Mind, embrace the Wise —
Crush the fiends, let Hell’s lies die!

2.
Go inward, strike the fascist spawn,
Sun shall burn the fools till dawn!

3.
Wisdom grows, the traitors fall,
Only Spirit conquers all!

4.
In Hell, the wiser feel the pain,
But only they shall truly reign!



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Conventionality

Like in The Golden Calf,
Lie-children of Lieutenant Schmidt,
In rotten pseudo-science dwell the ****,
Where “Conscience is dead” — a formal writ.

That convention — Spirit’s exception,
Reducing all to mechanized guise.
So fiends feed only what suits
Fascism, in cunning lies.

It’s full of “Shura Balaganovs” —
Greedy, cowardly, vain.
And these sold-out skins
Drive fools to the edge of pain.

The edge — transformation into cattle,
Soulless, believing every tale
Of freaks, of idiots’ consciousness,
Welded to computers, doomed to fail.

Theories there are all corrupt,
Selections biased, data weak.
Calculations often wretched,
For clients vile, whose praise they seek.

The client — fascist or fiend,
Official or corporation’s hand.
And this servile, selling crew
Castrates Knowledge across the land.

Of course, exceptions exist —
They’re swiftly purged from the mainstream.
Reason and Soul suppressed everywhere —
In soullessness they feign their dream.

A Global Concentration Camp will rise,
Where fiends are “leaders,” shamanish guise.
Red Cross flies upon the flag,
While lies pile ton upon ton.

Pseudo-science multiplies the deceit,
Fascists inject the world with ****.
Such a cunning trick is “Science”
When free will from men is numb.

Reject all lies, draw in Spirit,
Take Strength and Will, be true.
And fiends, fascists, selling **** —
In Hell alone shall find their due.



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1.
Reject the lies, embrace the Light —
Fiends shall burn in Hell’s fierce sight!

2.
Science lies, but Spirit knows,
Crush the fiends, let justice close!

3.
Fascists, **** — your time is done,
Only the Spirit shall rise, the wise shall run!

4.
Draw your Strength from Spirit’s core,
Hell awaits the liars — nothing more!



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Phantasmagoria

The whole world — phantasmagoria,
Its fate — sheer madness, stark.
Here Hell lays out its territory,
And all responses bite with dark.

Only with sarcasm
Can one approach these sights.
Madness would **** the world entire,
Its mindless blight ignites.

The fiends — rotten **** — aspire
To fascism in politics.
Their servile crew — the thugs, the liars,
Sadism as their tricks.

The base of all relations here,
Fools as “norm,” the rule is clear.
For ****, the offering is soul —
They’ll **** it if you yield control.

If we submit to fiends, forget
Spirit and Honor, cast regret,
We’ll turn to beasts — revenge shall rise,
The **** will feast while virtue dies.

Revenge for all endured patience —
The meek, the lost, not true populace.
Decay grows near irreversibility,
The **** won’t wait, its cruelty free.

Here genocide strengthens
Almost with each passing day.
Fools still dream — but stop —
The fire will burn the decay.

This ***** house, this global madhouse,
Sea of lies, of grief profound.
All else is junk, resistance — a farce,
Mindless chaos spreads around.

Here lies the bottom — truly pit!
Therefore — burn it all, commit!
The planet shall be cleansed anew
Without us. Farewell, Death, adieu!



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1.
Burn it all, the pit is nigh —
Death cleanses where the liars lie!

2.
Phantasmagoria, world of ****,
Fire will purge, the fools succumb!

3.
All decay, all lies — destroy,
Only Spirit shall rebuild, deploy!

4.
Hell reigns here, the bottom’s deep,
Burn it all — no **** shall keep!



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"Civilization"

You think “civilization —
Reason, Spirit, progress bright”?
No — it’s but imitation of mind,
Reality’s a wild regress, a blight.

Dulling has been set in motion,
Madness drives lies with ruthless force.
It’s the annihilation of Reason,
Turning man into a louse, of course.

Rotten fiends strive endlessly
To **** the Life-giving Spirit true.
This “civilization” is only a dream
For those insane, blind, deaf, askew.

Fascism strengthens its power —
A global concentration camp now stands.
And most are fools here — defeated,
The last battle lost to evil hands.

The “wise” cannot unite at all,
They whine, they type in feeble blogs.
Yet Reason too is just a dream,
As man becomes like vermin dogs.

The “Spiritual” hide in burrows,
Guarding “their power” with care.
But such “powers” merely dodge the whip,
No place remains for Being there.

Where you are the Spiritual Essence,
Carrying Harmony through the Mind,
The “material” conquers —
Save your skin: here the target’s blind.

Mad fiends shoot as if in archery,
Fascists peer through lackey’s eyes.
Men here are slaves, not laborers,
Caught in endless Misery’s ties.

They will burn “civilization” down
For boundless genocide’s crime,
For Spirit and Reason’s castration,
For making all mankind bow in grime.

Yet the Sun shines ever stronger,
Evaporating this Mad Hell’s dread.
Though it hurts a little longer,
The Adequate welcomes it instead.

A chance for Spirit’s Resurrection,
A revenge for Mind defiled.
No place for dung-flies here,
Who know but one thing — to devour, reviled.



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1.
Burn the lies, let Spirit rise —
Fools and fiends shall meet their demise!

2.
Civilization’s death is nigh,
Sun shall purge the Mad, the sly!

3.
Spirit wakes where Reason dies,
**** shall burn beneath the skies!

4.
Rise, O Mind, through Hell’s despair,
Fiends and fools shall find no lair!



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The Path

"The wise man knows
that his Mind itself is the Path."
— Bodhidharma, 6th century


The Mind is all the Path,
You’re merely the tool.
Do not forget
Your heritage, your rule.

Cast all lies
Into the refuse heap,
And multiply your Strength —
A rebuilding steep,

Where Mind and Spirit
Stand ever as one.
The Light is not extinguished,
And evil shall be shunned.

You cannot become
Beastly or base,
If you bar the way to evil,
Without hurry or race.

The reward is Light
And Knowledge’ Power.
Your answer stands
Against the fools’ dark hour.

Here fiends wish
To **** the Spirit whole.
A servant’s Hell,
The ****’s foul role.

Multiply your bonds
For struggle with the vile.
We are no slaves —
We’ll sweep their ranks a mile.

Though Mind is the Path,
Be brave before fascism’s face.
Fight! Buddhism or Truth,
Stand firm in Time and Space.

Not all is given,
Different times demand.
Smash the seeds of filth —
Fascism shall not stand.

Thus you save the Spirit —
All our precious worth.
The ****’s servant horde
Is nothing but decay on Earth.



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1.
Mind is the Path —
Bar evil, strike the ****!

2.
Save the Spirit, guard the Light,
Sweep the fiends from Earth tonight!

3.
Fight, resist, let Wisdom rise,
Crush the seeds of evil’s lies!

4.
The Path is Mind, the Spirit strong,
**** and fiends won’t last for long!



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Lies

You’re your own enemy,
And a thief to all beside,
If in the hellish depths
You continue to hide and lie.

So awaken quickly —
Stop feeding lies to all.
Hell grows stronger still
If you indulge its call.

For Hell was built on deceit
Long ago, in shadowed stone.
The wounds multiply and fester
That filth and lies have sown.

The **** of lies grows thicker —
It’s time to strike and purge!
While the people grow more dull —
No beating seems to urge.

Tell a lie by the dozen —
Do with it what you will.
No need for an enemy:
This louse alone can ****.

That idiotic fiend
Who’s swallowed every lie,
Though weak and powerless,
Multiplies, and soon draws nigh,

Forming armies of zombies,
We’ve long been in the barracks here,
Where lies are shackles,
And fascists rule with fear.

The world a concentration camp,
A hellish shooting range,
Souls are slaughtered daily
By methods blunt and strange.

Expose this endless falsehood,
And fight with all your might.
Multiply the Power of Truth —
And banish woe from sight.



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1.
Expose the lies, strike the fiends —
Truth will rise where darkness leans!

2.
Hell grows strong while fools believe,
Strike the lies, and all deceive!

3.
Lies are shackles, lies are chains,
Smash the ****, the Spirit reigns!

4.
Armies of the blind and dumb —
Truth shall burn and Hell be numb!



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Pockets and Lies

Mana, mana, mana, mana:
We are not humans, just pockets.
Inside us — not knowledge, but lies,
And all the nations are fake lockets.

Genocide spreads its filthy reign,
Smart ones suffer wounds of heart.
While all the stupid **** remain,
Like sheep sent straight to slaughter’s part.

To the slaughter like it’s work,
In this Idiots’ World.
“Cured” with poison, every **** —
False doctors make it their call.

Uglier now than all the sane,
Fascism strikes with stinging force.
Its chains bite deep, yet **** complain,
They hunger for the endless course.

The World Concentration Camp is here,
Built by inhuman hands.
The meek obey, they march in fear,
As TV howls across the lands.

TV as master — not a joke,
The horror spreads, relentless, vast.
Destruction reigns, no refuge spoke,
The weak are crushed, the die is cast.

A fake “virus” roams the mind,
To strip the last of reason bare.
And brothers fight, and madness blinds,
The world cries out in grim despair.

But you — multiply resistance,
Deliverance from fascist chains.
All will come, the ****, the pests,
We’ll hang them up, and shake the stains,

And cleanse the world from all this filth,
Thus saving what remains — ourselves.



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Resist, strike back, the **** will fall —
Break the chains, and purge it all!



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1.
**** march to slaughter, blind and dumb —
Rise, resist, let justice come!

2.
Fascists fall, the filth undone —
Strike with fire, and save the sun!

3.
Chains will break, the liars fall —
Spirit rises, crushing all!



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Running from Stress

Slap, slap, slap, slap —
You run from stress.
Thump, thump, thump, thump —
A playful mess.

But not just any,
A kind of yogi.
The world’s all trash —
Fools too many.

You can’t escape,
But at least you’ll shake
The madhouse weight,
If you sweat awake.

The world’s a madhouse:
If you’re a patient,
Not under whip,
Catch the moments’ essence.

Even if not height —
A little reprieve,
Stretch the moment…
Let fury leave.

Already in you —
So soften with running.
It’s like magic:
Tension — and bliss coming.

Burn the madhouse down —
Problem solved.
And what comes next?
A soul evolved.

Here will be a world
Without ****, without fiends:
Mind like sapphire,
In Spirit — only joy.

And you — go there,
If you won’t yield.
Leave the herd.
Don’t bow to evil —

Thus save your Spirit,
Find Forgiveness.
For the servants of Hell —
Obliteration.



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Running from Stress

Slap, slap, you run —
From the stress, the world undone.
Thump, thump — sweat it out,
Shake the madhouse, shake the doubt.

The world’s a madhouse,
Catch the fleeting spark.
Burn the chaos down,
Let fury mark.

Mind like sapphire,
Spirit free,
Leave the herd,
Bow to none, be.

Save your Spirit,
Find Forgiveness,
Hell’s servants —
Face Obliteration.



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Running from Stress

Slap — Run
Thump — Sweat
Shake — Madhouse
Fury — Sparks

Mind — Sapphire
Spirit — Free
Leave — Herd
Bow — None

Save — Spirit
Find — Forgiveness
Hell — Servants
Face — Obliteration