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Sa Sa Ra Jun 2012
What to do when you’ve got the blues
Was it me or is it you
My plans are simple
To love life and be loved too
Their must be some kinds of deception
For you must love life and need one too
Or be one of
Billions of bricks in a grand pyramid scheme
But where in the mirror thee one on top
Is the one of thee ruse
Whom is under all
And who saves all fooled
Is there one among you who is more
Or less than precious you
Come on you’all
What would you be kidding me for
Like my lies to and about you
Like I could live without you
And rather forget or shout rat at ya
Have you scrounge through ******* that ye’
may you eat
or wire tie tire scraps to the souls of your feet
For we’ve come such a long way
To be here today
While it’s not been to long
Or far to go with squabble, plunder, resource **** and plow it under
That climates are for shifting
Seasons without reasons
Masses are off for the drifting
Our earth without our gratitude we sure aren’t 'a pleasin’
Thee oceanic cradle of conception 'tis sewer now
Like could I be without thee sky above me
Would thee auto or truck eat the one last bean
And every brick without a home
Not a hunting ground
Some tillable earth or seed to sow
Toxic fish in the untamable sea
And She will do as she wants
She will do as she needs
She’ll easily come and suddenly recede
Upon her eggshell basin we drill siphon pump poison and bleed
We blow holes in the ionosphere
Magnetic shifts and solar flairs
Does our wild kingdom wish us well
Or rather see us off into exile from our hells
Of dust bowls and Goodyear treads to save our souls
Journey on wayward ones
Is not a thing sacred not a one
Holy  liars say anti-christ better hurry fast
So saviors come to condemn our past
And free us from, to us what’s been done
Seven say there is the Savior
And six are sick evil ones
And we can not agree of the one
Seven times to the nth degree is what we will need
Till our actions are thee savings grace
As Great Exemplars have professed
Each of us must overcome
And Holy Creature become
In the stregnth of forgiveness
We undo to thee and us done
We are the ones to feel to see
That Love is the fire
Which is pure bravery
You forge in the now
Without the forgetting
Tomorrows you desire
Where love will rise
And set as thee One in all
(Winter/Spring 2010)
Julian Mar 2019
Flippant polymaths exude the frippery of travail for lapsed inordinate surgical gains in temporal but temporary acclaim that owes its provenance to the gullarge accentuated by the guttural tempests of silent windfalls that wrestle with sharks and snarky cagamosis with pilfered fame without rulers for rules that own the profligacy of a cineaste game

We cannot surpass our talents with ease when the treecheese of inevitable distance between equipoise and insanity is a tantamount inanity of prolixity for the sake of freedom rather than servitude to the slow meandered steps of trudged verbigeration that needs to be exorcised from the seat of authority for the plodding inconvenience of time earned that shakes the listless yearning people who lie and spurn

Demagogues are trifles because they are anoegenetic and care not for the abligurition that consumes the energy of a dismal life lived on fringes rather than reaped with grimaces for binges that continue to absorb the painful pangs of twinges that hedonists are of interest

We cannot exorcise the demons that give stygian weight to exchequers beyond the gamut of money but rather the currency of velocity of thought that owes its weight to weightlessness of spaces between the spacious and the limited tract of isolative territory that many mendicants looking for sustenance travail in insolence and in perjury of their solemn duties for self-serious honesty they lack a vista to see their crimes as more than just a pettifoggery of disputatious wranglers that wrench and then contemn the objects of their moral scruples to contend with nothing but the vacant expanse of a limitless injury for a momentary slip of cultivation and countenance

Frippery is hard to cobble with lapidary wit because succinct grievances are fallow ground for the permanence of atrocity and the temperance of felicity to conform to the desiccated pathways of limpid but livid excoriations of willful ingenuity met with aleatory rambles that sprawl incalescence with words as a dying occupation that is resurrected from the abeyance of its pragmatic utility to distinguish class from crust.

The triadic fatuousness of snarky sharks recruiting the gullarge of paranoiacs to deputized alacrity lead many strident vocations astray as they pilfer the nullibiety of spectral ignorance and defy the gravitas of the primiparas of a swollen technocracy, an outrage that scarecrows with prevenance have adumbrated against with strident accelerations of sublime velocity

So we swim in perilous straits against the demiurge of inclemency in fated rittles for the turpitude of wraiths and engineer every aborning day a new foofaraw of unalloyed atrocity
Now more than never should be deployed to ensure that the castigation of scoundrels and guttersnipes that exert a rip tide to those stranded on the shores of littoral desiccation might find the pristine beachgoing public an amenable treat proffered by exorcised sheepishness in reiterative bleats that quarkswarm only the antinomy of sentient masteries by shoveled civilizations proctor to horological insistence in design

So we designated an abeyance of heydays to create a rippled nostalgia that creeps in the winter storms that singe even glabrous ignorance with the twinges in absentia of the regal crows that circle the sun as the sustenance of the alighted moon as we reach for the heaved Richter teeming with ablution for venial commination of prolix croons that exert a Palo Alto rhyme

Phenomenological fields distal to the cephalocaudal origination of limber and the ironic counterpoint to that strife in excess rather than dearth of the henchmen behind the exchequer showcase that fluid thoughts surpass the limits of the dentistry of cosmetic cosmology simultaneously a scientific boon but a coarse albatross

We are criminals in a world stranded by ****** apostasy because of the sincerity of minstrels meets plodding human ignorance as exemplars rather than the apotheosis of divine excoriation of wastrels and flattybouches who webdoodle their way into the extinction line in some computer file swiped from eccedentesiasts who often in uncouth barbarity forgetfully abide without the temperance of floss

So what are we to make of magisterial wits of wiseacres who pilot tenable objectives like Indiana Jones flexing his comical whip when the gunfire of cacophony inundates our ears with a lisp of cockalorum imposture rich in chewing tobacco and its ungainly gripes and tenacious grip

Should we seek salvation from the treecheese of arboreous terrain amenable to the newfangled windfall of agricultural whims that dare now with caprice but not quixotic disdain to reconfigure the parsimonious levered engagement of melliferous fungible transaction between sabbaticals and chief financiers dubbing the vociferous limn of the primeval fulgurant incandescent ethereal quips?

We strive for palaces issued with dimes, dozens and scores of retinues that retain the patina of sophistry as the gullarge makes the vangermytes cozy in their defensively mechanized citadel buffered against the unheralded malversations of mammon intersecting with primordial chemistry that give the philanderer a guise of philanthropy despite professed gainsay that perjures because hucksters are winsome with fiduciary risk

So we calumniate with lapsed puns and Potter’s Spells as we dredge the indemnity of bustling heydays that extend beyond the bailiwick stated because of the prolonged trace of nostalgia that frazzles our voluntary expeditions with misanthropy as each libertine instinct becomes subject to stop and frisk

How to balk at such a garrulous repartee as proffered by swanky intransigence that shakes it off in a quaky town that hates the Swift refrain that endangers the fatalism of recuperated foresight borrowed from the armamentarium of corrupted killjoys who swim in a dalliance with the itchy myths that drift from powerlessness to voguish debauchery of insouciant internecine fringes frayed by the tomes that decry Stygian drift

Shiftless and rooted in rintinole absolved by plackiques that enchant the voyeurism of repined squalor of industrious frippery deracinated from the aureate complicity of largesse calibrated to mobilize the skittish mercurial yuppies to a dance with divestiture, taxes and an earthen death, we sprint the evergreen mile toward the scrupulous invention of enthusiastic euphemisms arbitrated by the procrustean silt of the leaky faucet of enigmatic timelessness etched by chiselers to beat “Us and Them” and warn the vanguard of the front rank about the thespian rift

Exhaustive rescue squads prepared for the dearth of monetary heft in times of perilous drought denigrate the authors of famine to the indulgent parents of inordinate sabotage of narrative for riskless arbitrage that is the outrage of sciamachies between platonic indifference and the tantrums of the feckless in the dangerous hearth of the cavernous wilderness of limitless imaginations that stagger so far beyond orbit they become satellites to vagrancy and whittled paragons too distant to dissolve in the ethereal chemistry of incalescent uproar sadly flanged by the Dopplers of ephemeral fate

Squandered by the desuetude of a snarky intervention I issue invective at the proctors of deafferented limbs for barbarous swine meeting expediency in demise, bemoaning the placid distaste of rectified cries that issue candles for each acrimony beyond the permutation of the staid inflexible limit of 88’

Bashfully we careen through argosies of curiosity to fossick the stalactites of timeworn intuition and reckon with their converse ironies that drip faucets of mildew that remain hidden unless poked by plucky flashlights to inspect the paragon of erosive filigrees of a bewildering paradox of polarized design that one meets the ceiling at inception and the cousin strives to clamber empty space to know with faint certainty the bulldozed irony of superordinate coexistence

Now we return to the majesty of a spurned wiseacre that evades the snappy parlance of a wrenched friction between the physical and the metaphysical elements that constitute a commensurate reality so supernal that its ostentation creates lifetimes of reiterative growth that spawns crimson red and bloviated blues to find a fulcrum of balance between the malversation on one hand of criminal sinister machinations and on the other hand the execrable self-righteous ignorance of a hidden vehicles of dexterity that are subsumed by a subtlety of legislative graft that owes its forbearance to the sanctimony of perseveration without the laurels of persistence

Now we wed the concepts between the ambidexterity of a monolithic titan who wanes rather than waxes himself because his glabrous head already exposed requires nothing new because the empire that struck back is denuded by the thorny imbroglio of a sunken Rose

Timmynoggies are perfect for haberdasheries of saccharine and glib excellence as measured by the ****** cacophony of unmerited applause that strains the resourcefulness of the silent mastery of magistrates in mellifluous alcoves surrounded by the soundproofed rigors of an execrable dereliction wilt into the imaginations of the few that watch movies with errantry rather than pleasantries of gaudy nonsense enchanted by a striptease of the wanton zeitgeist that some balk at but everyone knows

Time earns the spangled banners of sloganeering because of the fastidious creations of pole folders that maneuver between quips borrowed from antique movies and swindled affectations of yearning of many of all fears inevitable with the malevolent passage of the technocracy from cheers to vehement inveighed jeers

We should fear the watershed because it necessitates the evaporation of winsome ambition and implores the subservience of a guiltless fascination with abominable regress concomitant to the acceleration of money preceding a whipsawed downfall ensured by the funereal spates of requiems to oneironauts who plunged to their deaths on headlong flickering whims past the craggy landscape of lunar concordance and through the abeyance of qualms to flabbergasted self-importance in the eradication of provident fears

Memorials exist encoded in the temporal twinges of agony that straddle the cardiovascular throbs of impermanence that sweat with each simple beat to blather about the repetitious nature of a livid nature scrambled in exodus of the emigration of senseless blather to the subroutines of regimented sleepless paragons of travail in every pedestrian feat accelerated with each passing foot traversed by vigilant and eager feet

Tempests crowd the cluttered hamartithia of dredged incompetence leading to the foreclosure that precedes the simple derelictions that amount to grievous uncertainties that squawk in the plumage of the frippery decay of an autumnal fall from gracile riches landlocked without room to sprawl rigged against every track that is a surefire gleeful keepsake to meet, greet and serenade the claques adorned with the monikers of the Greeks

Trembling beneath the weight of mellifluous sauntering dingy designs that exude the anguish of our provident but incidental remonstration against the plodding indifference of the artistic clerisy we sputter against intransigent annulments of the emotive human engine calibrated with creaky pistons that rumble with furor of abrasive protest in timely haphazard elemental designs for vanguard ears

Tridents shed the fossicked leaves that are divisible by two but not inevitably glue that solders the identities of people congregated around a situation of gleeful sprees rather than wistful regress into a temerity without regret that gets dangled in the purview of the spiteful wings of armies that drawl when they sing vapid songs for vaped bongs but not the soberly cheers because of the deafening din of conformity oblivious of the honorific crescendos that still peak after so many restless years

Confederates line the avenues of bustling caverns of cumulative human disdain so willfully flouted by the wrenched corrosive frictions of vibrant deformation of the cultural narrative that encapsulates the collective bubbles chewed and jettisoned like bandied candy and then defamed without justice because  hurricanes churn up the reclusive emergence of protective vanity chased down as a sunken cost for a siphoned glory of tribal pride despite the strictures of logic

Creeping with insistence is a subaudition of governing gravel that entombs many steadfast lies that embodied people living delusory lives under a paradigm that has been subverted by the feats of science into a morass of irrelevance and the chances are many of those so deluded still breathe the air now more polluted but balk at the memories of the fallen passengers on the convalescent train that accelerates sunblind but respectfully toward a systematic engrossment of swollen intellects whimpering about the tautologic

We finance our prescient rodomontade with rodeos equipped with zany clowns who spurn the tridents of Poseidon because of the iridescent gloss of sheepish and flippant zealots who churn against the wrestling match of televised irony with accentuated eccedentesiastic disdain amended by a tolerable diversion of ennobled gallantry zip-zagging among the many valid quodlibets and missing the mark entirely on purpose to vacate the possible raillery of those who balk at time’s chosen serpentine tracks because of limited pedagogical tracts

So lets solder a forceful brunt against the senseless regalia of modern omphalos and return to the plenipotentiary fields of resourceful human inquiry into the chagrins outmoded by convenience but amplified in vociferation by the prosthetic extension of a grangull humanity outfoxing itself into a zugzwang inevitable in the future with collateral losses because of senseless invidiousness orchestrated by the immiscible dermatology of divisive facts often about race and ineluctable tax

We conclude with the optimism that refineries become gentrified by the superlunary squadrons who bask in beatific beams of anonymity and that the pollution preceding our evolution is just adventitious rather than central to the amelioration of wavy screens ennobling so many upstarts to teach themselves the majesty of lucid dreams and to capitalize on ludic ideals divorced from the urchins of radical idealisms that ironically poach rarefied air with smug pollution of narrative scares

Without trepidation we can muster the largesse of civility to create a progeny that has a recursive progeny of heirs that defiantly imagine a world bereft of specters of the soporific imagination enforced by the lapidation of insight from termagants who stride with ursine acrimony naked bare and envision a global meliorism that is careful, picaresque, pragmatic and filled with meritocratic care

With those ornaments of an aureate measure in mind


We leap beyond the enumerated infinity in time's proper design
Julian Jan 2016
The ineffaceable stain
Allegorical refrain
Dictates the wily antidotes for a newfound sane
They hector from a distance
Muted but militant resistance
magical hobgoblins the lifeblood of their persistence
Heterodoxy enters the stage
Cognizant of ignominy, a potent repressed rage
Succor sought, corporate media bought
A pyrrhic limelight is certainly not what was sought
I defer to dignified exemplars
I confer with callous company at vapid bars
Concluding thereby the inverse proportionality of authenticity to success
The articulations of divinity imply rigidity
sweltering soul burgeoning with light sweating an evanescent humidity
If blind before, partial and total sight reconstitute the core
omnipresent paparazzi deplores
Past pities insuperable even with pithy witty
Future pieties irrelevant to ineradicable ignominy and purported dignity
Cupid and cupidity must be related
because gold-diggers alerted to my fair share would be elated
Begrudged at every tick, tantalized by a slow torture lurid flit
I cast my ambitions into the fathomless depths
I amass provisions for a restive hibernation, enduring schlep
Redemptive powers yet articulated
Should ease the prospects of being matriculated
But is cloistered suffering an inexcusable plight
When the deep coffers derelict a modest gesture of making grievous inequities once again right?
Must I swim to distant shores
Past the barnacles beneath and the urchins on submerged sand, very sore
Landmines at the beach, pantomimes and their garbled preach
Past scattershot invective fortified by intransigent misers of conscience, the balmy resort out of reach.
Bleak bleats, meek feats, good eats
I think it is about time for a tyrannical psychology to let me off the incapacitating leash, letting me focus on actions rather than on incomprehensible speech
H Zul Jun 2015
What is your story? What say you, curtsy, wile and whisper -
You, the everyman, blank face in the crowd;
You, the stranger on the streets, decked out and dapper;
nay We, who exist in the life of the life gone, forgotten, that Time enshroud?

What pictures do your eyes behold in visions past and present-
drawn to memory in intangible ink yet indelibly lustre?
From whence the dreams do you evoke in daytime quiescence
or cascading phantasms painted on pitch-black canvasses unfurled in slumber?

What paths have you taken, to gloom or glory
and upon which pedestals have you stood in crowning echelon -
when once upon a mountain peak, above clouds, you stood proudly -
or taking solace in sidewalk shelters with no home to go to thereupon.

What words should escape your lips in all manner of dictum
or wisdom and deceit for all intents and folly?
Words in coalescence like beads on strings, the essence of rhythm
threaded by tongues in guile and unwitting poetry:

What say you, as but a flower linger and wither
in the winds of Time; a mere flicker in the lives of stars?
What prose should speak your story, hither or dither
in unwitting poetry - nay Unpoetry! - as the Everyman exemplars?

Alas Unpoetic, the story of us all in bloom
told in unwitting poetry and archetypal analogue.
Alas so unique the lives we lead from conception in the womb
should by perchance end with a humble epilogue.
So what is your story? Life's too short. Carpe diem.
EddyDYung Nov 2018
Open arms of our ancestors were chained by salvation
Imprisoned for their hospitality to wolves in white robes
Exemplars of ideal piety in a sea of persistent savagery
Anathematizing our ethnicity to centuries of slavery.

A rich heritage was converted by ecclesiastics
In exchange for a theology void of its vast history.
Kingdom's senior to Rome birthed civilizations, agriculture and commerce.
Yet its philosophy was condemned and baptized by brainwashers.

Our fruitful Motherland and legends found wanting by their holy book,
Genesis 9:25-27:
"Cursed be Canaan! The lowest of slaves will he be to his brothers. He also said, 'Blessed be the Lord, the God of Shem! May Canaan be the slave of Shem."

A poisoned doctrine arrested mentality of lineages
To deprive and surrender self, seeking an afterlife eternity,
To wholeheartedly fund false prophets n preachers of hypocrisy
And remain blinded to our heritage and congenital blessings.

"Africa must wake up, Sleeping sons of Jacob"
In slumber we backboned empires enteprises and entertainment
Still failing to grant our compensation and true valuation
Cause we are now followers to their Chains of Salvation.
A poem to enlighten myself as well as readers about the Misfortunes and sufferings of Africa and Africans who depend on religion to set them free, the same religions that holds us captive.
Though aye haint no athlete, nor a cosmopolitan mwm,
this bloke dislikes capricious adrenaline rush
to prove without a doubt
at least to whomever announced
to display eye popping, mouth watering,

nose twitching a notch above chattering class,
I could never be find klieg lights shone on me,
cuz this baby boomer favor modesty,
and allow, enable and provide unconditional
acceptance and/or sir render if a verbal tete a

tete sparring rapport, quintessentially predicating,
predicting, presaging petsmart outstanding native
manhood lesson kooky, jousting insignificant, harmony,
gaiety, favorability, earnestly draws character,
basically badass and altruistic anatomical acer.
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Ah, I mean to narrow scope of poetic theme
so pardon ma roundabout circular modus operandi
shifting intent to discuss five overlapping rings
specifically, yet fern *** part tickler rhyme nor reason

those trademark circular strunk and white elements
of harried styled, swiftly tailored symbols
decreeing a fresh batch of Olympiads, ought
to be preceded via a topnotch Gumby like
rubbery sprite, who gets trotted out as a nimble

acrobat (gender impossible to determine based
upon Pygmy size physique performing her/his
balancing act (while avast crowd peers thru binoculars)
atop an equestrian (coincidentally
enough named Pokey), kooly juggling,

illustionistically hefty, generally fiery essentially
discobulous, cyclical, basically sans,
non verbal body language announcing
human fetes defying the laws of physics, which
global contest occurs every two years i.e. biennial

versus biannual, which means twice a year.
The rings are five interlocking rings, colored
blue, yellow, black, green and red on white field,
known as the "Olympic rings". The symbol
page number two:

originally designed in 1912 by Baron Pierre
de Coubertin, co-founder of modern
Olympic Games. Between subsequent meetups
held at metropolis when elected doth fast-track
this mission (rendering impossible much needed

infrastructure repairs, but vying to beautify a city
based on bids, or maybe drawing straws)
exerts priority, thus every laborer recruited
to emulsify, fortify, glorify...

whatever sainted urban jungle
testing physical mettle asper whatever sport
competitors vie to pit their burnished brawn, deft
flourish heaving jellied jambalaya limber muscles
opportunistically quite supremely ultimately

winning hearts and minds of spectators until
next candidate performs his/her slack jaw
jack draw, jumbo popcorn filled bowl dropping,
nonpareil, eye popping, routine,

and so on...an attempt for a ticket holder
to merely stand upright gets tripped with
mindscape filled to the point of saturation
with supra hue man dare devilish
whirling dervish performances.

Not one of these contenders for top prizes
can be modest, yet here such narcissism
expected, when the crème de la crème
of a well synchronized machine of finely tuned
glass shattering aria re: symphony for
skeletal system, musculature, and love of fitness

presents such a supremely sumptuously
striated squared specimen on the world
wide webbed stage. Aside from vicariously
exalting in the trials and errors of first one,
then the retinue of absolute breathtaking
delight, the ordinary conflicts (between

one warring internecine faction and another
mortal enemy) get suspended for duration
of these celebrations. A fanatic, generic,
heuristic, intrinsic kinetic potential

unleashed from a select body of youths,
young fluid adults athwart cusp and prime of life
who spent majority of their brief lives
(since most entrants seem to retain
a faint residue of childhood).
However many weeks encompasses
the planet agog with exemplars

pushing thee enveloped limitations
built or evolved (whatever your belief)
within **** Sapiens, a collective unified
adulation, vocalization wows loudly, thence echoing
like an Earthly explosive shot fired across beaming berth
divine expression qua visual fancy feast.

That infinitesimal fragment of time
(when laying down
of a bomb bin nub bull arms occurs) proves
smarmy, snooty, ******
abuse, brutality, cruelty...heaped

upon innocent creatures great lumbering sized
or microscopically small magically
able to mastering purposefulness,

analogous like idealistic storybook fable
diversity tis viable to adopt care and
concern for others. No matter this
blatant claim defies everyday gruesome,
horrible, intolerable jawboning,

knifing, mauling, naysaying, overtly
punishing, quivering ******, sodomizing,
terrorizing, undertaking vile waterboarding,
yielding zero, zilch, zip loosening restraint
despite the agonizingly beseeching,

cloyingly desperate, emphatically feeble,
gasping helplessly, indignantly jeered,
kicked, lambasted, molested, needled,
paddled, quickened recipe per

phlegm drum manic spewing, tasering,
ultimately violently whipped, which
contrary behavior vis a vis survival

of baseless, damndest, foremost, hated
jackal lashing, narcissistically, polluting
re: slaughtering until vilest wickedest
ignoble yearning zero sum throw win game crowned
most nasty beast that e'er walked this terra firmae.
Ken Pepiton May 2023
Fulfilled ideal of the Law,
Torah, Mishna, Prophets, et all.

Fulfilled, point per point
In the Beginning, that which was,
the logos,
self developing
ethos and pathos enclosed, within
the being bubble in which all things
have their particular peculiar beings,
beginnings
as mindsets useful or not
trying
the spirit and truth realm

wherein, ein wo, one where,
first where, wherein we make up stuff

and think of daring to offer it up,
to the unity with in and out and in and
out, we feel a kind of pistoning pressure

and, sigh, hisss, let loose, leave go,

passing wish to hold a hope, then that
confident substance, asks, automatic,

as when in the spirit and truth realm,
one knows when one knows, time
is fluid, it flows, faster in skinny places,
slower in wide life rich swampy places,

in the body, at scale, next phase,
announcing the Dewey Standard Model,
NEW and Improved Leadership Development

In the 2023 Commencement Oration, in
or out of the body, as that which we become
when we each agree to form a more perfect
union, base pair coupling cotter-key security

pact, we all pull one direction, correctal, core
rect. Per fect. Per se, per use, definitive agreed
agreeing minds, in fact come to pass, as active
in use
as spiritual true
any things, we agree is real, as
- that power was not taken away,
- it was hidden by the tyrant's mouthpiece.
The liar in us, cheeky rascal, Pan, Roadrunner,
Olde Delusive Bent - makem all think that.

Heroes are essential lies, guardian
depression prevention, ancient spells,
sealed in the spirit of the bayonet, once,
never unget that umph, you feel it,
clencher, seals the deal, you
get your **** together and
rethink the post win state.
Mirror neuron dream dopamine
real as many a child's exemplars
- suffer such to come to me,
- their connection never breaks.
- Trust - rest in truth, don't say
- I know, lightly and not be called
- upon in your patience, to prove it.

Guide me, guide, follow me, child,
we are off and on again in terms a child
can feel adult enough to use without ex-
cessive ewing and muttering at ph'art'saches

work done happily is a blessing indeed.
Ai, can't say when we met Barry Rudd,
he was just a kid's idea in the Univac era.

Tom Sawyer was in us all,
by the time we chose,
am I gonna work, or watch other people work,
or go all in Huck Finn, with Kesey on top,
and the Weavers great notion taken
while singing Good Night, Eirene, good night?
Last verse often is the first in reverse.
The way we sang it. Dang, did I ruin it?

Three rivers come
to be this one, there's Lethos,
and Meander, and the Hasayampa, make this
stretch
to the ocean
by and by, become. Becoming
the actual course of human events,
for you and me, as particles,
in the medial mindtimespace, reading
agreeing we all-in states of wedom,
no dominion declaring unbelievable, what
bet me we cain't negate some able mind, ops
super positioning mindful breathers, reading us- all symbolic as **** Tracy
thought bubbles in the quantum foam
belch
anti-causa sui inside out
gaseous we formation,
passing free
- take a whiff… lavender
- blue
Group Think Capable Tools, as handy as thumbs.
-snap anew anon developing
discomplexity along an ancient crease…

The modern uses are figurative and emerged
in English 18c. and after:
Transitive meaning
"unfold more fully, bring out the potential in"
is by 1750;
intransitive sense
"come gradually into existence or operation"
is by 1793;
"advance from one stage to another
toward a finished state"
is by 1843.
The intransitive meaning
"become known, come to light"
is by 1864, American English.

a side real consideration,
on residual royalties, for encouraging words,
during calls of Roundheads, to battle prayer,
in Jesus's name. In those days…
Develop then meant, spread before thee
as with a vision being manifest
by sword in faith… Cromwellian
1650s, "unroll, unfold"
(a sense now obsolete), yet creases remain in the complexity
from French développer. It replaced earlier English disvelop

I've taken a fancy to disvelopment,
as a mental reverse engineering,
re use abused time, such as
when we had the ***,
gotten, won the lot
nothing ventured,
nothing gained, Proust,
slightly seriously, due honestly trying,
with a wink to change perseverance
to persistence developing directly
from the finalized plan
to dump a genuine Proustload,

right here, on a single strand reality, auto-worked out,
as any salvage operation must, in true rest, compressed.

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Riddle in a name, Promethean Isaiah,
Punning Macaroni Poetry, as adult
insinuation, break it down child, what
is he suggesting everybody knows, but
you?

And the punishment served breaks away,
ten men persuaded -doh, minions, ye

to think a new now
from all we think we know about how
Ha Shem and YHWH and Yashua form
Minyan,
we agree, two or more, first class Genesis
common folk, all of us cousins, for sure,
we all sang the same songs, with same words,
and same hold on the sense of family ties,

spirits and images of the survivors,
from a long time ago, when we were few,
and we had stories only, no stele or towers,

only words, and these words, we claim to know,
the first speaking being, wombless alpha,
proof of concept, capable of classifying
cats and dogs, water bird from buzzard,

but slow to learn the good to eat, and
that will **** you, bitter first green persimmon,
abhorrent, spit, and effectively swear
that tree is evil evil evil,
- aha, the first I know, I tasted…
Take it from below the fifth rib,

And the sapient serpentine creation used
to test and stamp reproductive approval OK,
- you have imagined this is after that
next phase, add patience, and a will to know,
general intelligence,

all future models, wombed and un, should
mature at ----

Para phrase, if I may lay an ethos ploy
in our path,
by whose authority
do you deny the priestly class
authority to mark these lines unbelievable heresy?

My own. And your
Abrahamic scriptural gnosis knots,
your creeds and dogmas and oaths, and insistence,
one thing is true,
in which all that can become exists, in waiting,
in the ruliard and our ever accessing intelligence
- takes the bow, auto-did-act, aiaiaitia, we
- you did the act of reading a didactic
- enchantment that drew you to know anew
This is after all that is realized, mere words
in time
and that is your inerrant wise scholar interpretation,
of glossalia, as presented to testify, thus saith the
H'loafwarden, keeper of the bread of life,
Boss time teller… or time teller manservant
holder of the seed we sow in season, and reap
in time, and respect the function of providence
.
Line upon line, weaving was a quiet task,
while spinning we would often sing,
and some times we would hear the loom sing

as we spun, we could sing of gardens, watch
we could, a thread that shall be red, spin
through a never ending story,
this much of which you read, making you ready.

It is your life, imagine it well lived, with none
the wiser, you took that one chance to become
what you all ways measured yourself by, real deal,

take up a certain mind, knowing since Delphi 3,
Certainty is madness… and since ever was,

in life, I live and breath, and be having a certain
kind of mind, in mind, con-com, all together with
science, knowledge regarding wisdom's partners
understanding and patient persistence in time,
conscience used, to become
you be you, me, me, we, we, and this is awesome,
this is a state of remote reminding across time,
this is what poetry has always done, but we
lacked the bandwidth and internal personhood
to manage the puzzle, in the photo,
others also begin at the middle,
and work out your own salvation from fear and trembling
at the idea
of ever past now, never another new thing,
aching to know
what is next, able indeed to hold a thought,

you know, we sleep and then we know, or we sleep on.

Watchman, peacemaker,
as you wish,
as you may, imagine we

the pair of sentients involved
as you read,
as we think we see written, wrote

Willing to risk the disbelief,
as sure
as hell, they say, idly, thinking sure,

sure
sure
what ever, right,
or wrong, life is all one flavor,
while knowledge seems sweet or bitter,
on a spectrum, useful usual unusuality,

special for your personal attachment,
mindhold, favorite things, aspirations
for all your aspiring selves, who's used
by the creative creature at your core.

Many a mind may such as we imagine
having right to let be, as scriptural,
admonishment, mind you, mind your
master plan, your chief aim in life,
self control and repair, fixed for life.

This mind, according to a preacher,
who told me he got this message,
in the spirit, while reading the Bible,
after agreeing,
in the spirit, with the words that said…

Matt. 18:19 - in this context. One last look
back to Genesis…11:6  at Nimrods school
In reaching after all that can be known
And the LORD said,
Behold, the people [is] one,
and they have all one language;
and this they begin to do:
and now nothing will be restrained from them,
which they have imagined to do.
Go to, let us go down,
and there confound their language,
that they may not understand one another's speech.

-- BECAUSE when they do poets will preach agreement.

The messenger who lead Moses followers
to tell this story as though it was direct
down load, like reading without speaking,

hearing a message in a line from Isaiah,
the riddle, three voice prophet is ai, ah,
we guess
we don't know, we don't think mechanically,
as much as

when we used levers and gears and hammers,
as some of us are used
to do to this day, but very far away,
In Old Bombay, like the slot machine,

come on, what can one man do, eh, Sophia,
visited the oracle, she say three things,

teach and preach, say know your worth.
same same know your measure, your cost, price
prize possession,

Mephisto is accused, as is Satan, from the English
and all the Euro-encultured retroexistentials
nihilists with ten thousand full on experiences,

that reflect as real as real can feel,
and you did not die.
But lived to insist peace won, the adaptive mind virus,
idea viral spread via future radio, look

Again I say to you that if two
of you agree on earth
concerning
anything that they ask,
it will be done
for them by the entity you believe can do that.
Them instantly takes the subjective

who says stance, as the messenger to Balaam.

(996. Four to the thousandth fiber in the strand.)
counting down to a novel event
Joseph Sinclair Sep 2019
Once upon a time
we were proud
We had beliefs
convictions
targets
and desires
that encompassed
more than our own
simple wants.

Indeed
we abhorred wants.
We embraced
needs.
The needs of others
as much as,
if not more than,
our own.

Where have they gone?
Who is there now
to pick up the mantle?
To run with the pennant?
To proclaim
a universal
truth?

Who is there
in this day and age
to plant the seeds
of selflessness?
To demonstrate
humility
and love?

Where have they gone,
the exemplars
of yesteryear
whose actions
matched
their words?

Who will be left
to live
happily
ever
after?
KorbydAngyle Dec 2020
I do not bow, of these different kinds of social constructions and
With the artificial functions exampled "extera mortis"
Lets shift
And for some a more familiar substantive kind of use or example
Between definition and rationality
Social elsewhere and projective
Can be plush excepting our attributes
Entwined affects externalizations of being spiritual
Yet individuals, combinations, between punishable then thrown
Follow some complications even acts confused as Holier than thou
Find an anchorage started by a path, a faith, a cause
To be masked or within a home of truths. let us ease each
Who may be sent East to their harvest or
West to find spices and joy industrious
Ignorances, body, trellis, enochlophobia, passive gardens of bemusements
Who stakes these claims?
What Id controls the ultimate devious justified externalizations?
A behavior, exemplars, shall we greet in this revelation with askance
No!
Perhaps simply the same self a sentinel daily
Confronts so demeaning a demon that strikes each day.
Witness metals magics the one true choice of freedoms and pride
Glorious saying in the end we are all much the same
Did not these social confusions have distaste
With you the truth
Before leaving town did not Bob confide
BTW Feb 2021
YHOS
12 February 2021
This morning at 4 A.M. I thought of you and simply saying “hello XXXX”, remembering you are also an early riser.

Yet I knew I needed a word for a person I loved, respected, and admired,  a word that also emcompassed someone,  words that respected a young heart in an individual coping with our challenging times, age, tradition and cultures. So much uncertainty, yet these individuals hold strong. These individuals are exemplars of respect, stability and strength in their actions and yet, quiet lives. They have seen it all and are grateful. There are more than are often noted.

I was unable. It is the distinction of vitality and life experience for which I search. “hello Friend” does not seem adequate. I had accepted “young heart”, but also needed ageless. There are amazing young people with old souls. “Young hearts, old souls”, is now my choice. I suspect somewhere there is a single word. I am looking.

So, this morning “Hello young heart, old soul, XXXXX”. Just wanted to wish you a happy and safe day. Next time, “YHOS”. Sorry this is a little late.
Madness

“Normal” lunatics — this cracked world's need,
In a world derailed, where reason's shed.
Not God's return — the Devil's seed:
The second coming crowns the dread.

If fools and madmen fill the land,
Then Hell itself takes flesh and breath;
The Devil's trident rules each hand —
Each crazy soul’s a spiteful death.

A dolt will swallow any lie,
And follow every ordered thread.
The crazies kick the doors — just cry
“Sic ’em!” and watch the herd be led.

The Global Asylum's long been run
With practiced, bureaucratic art.
To turn the Asylum into ***** —
That would be filth to break the heart.

Just stir that mess — the end will come:
A total *******, black cascade.
A world beneath a fascist **** —
The end of History, madly made.

So killing **** in such a ward
Becomes the thing those fools will praise.
And fascists deal with idiots hard —
They poison NOTHING; empty ways.

Now many aren't even human —
Holes where people used to be.
Served up as food on monster's platter:
The non-human's meal — the weaklings' plea.

They call themselves “free” — a joke:
That “freedom” is to pick your fate
(Your gut they’ll chew). The freaks have choked,
Bellies stuffed; the idiot sleeps late.

Don’t shout “Wake up!” at the insane —
It’s easier to speak with cats.
All sane remains, beware the chain —
They’ll make of you their farmed-out brats.

So bind together, fight and fall
In unequal battle — better so
Than to be ground by that mad thrall,
A pulped-and-soulless, mindless mow.

You are a Spirit — know it’s true;
This matters here; the rest is pests.
Though everything is vile and blue,
If you're not “greeted,” keep your chest —
Hold fast: your soul survives the tests.



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Better to die as one — not feed
The mills of that mad, fascist herd.
Keep Spirit: starve the beast its need,
Die free than be their slaughtered word.



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Schizophrenizing the People

Schooling dulls the mind — a mass-made, blunt debasement,
Stress piled high to snap the fragile, frayed supply.
But that's not all: this slow, effective razing
Drives the mad herd to the cliff where reason dies.

To ******-form the populace's the method neat
For herding minds — a management of crowd.
The split of consciousness makes "normal" lives defeat;
What seemed like sense is hollow, crippled, proud.

I’ll list the signs of mind set splitting wide —
Though how to cram such filth in measured rhyme?
Decay has reached its pitch: two thirds are hollowed, fried —
A clinical psychosis masks as "time."

Concepts glued and warped — the fascist slime relents:
The patient calls the sickness lawful rule.
Enclosures, grey retreats — the dull domestic tents
Where people hide — “so as not to utterly lose.”

Real contact? Only contact with the rant and rot,
What vomits from each screen, each radio and page.
The world of knowing twists to shadows, cheap and fraught —
A desert of mirages fills the idiot's cage.

Then comes the blank absurdity and cheap contrition:
“We pity birds,” they say, while human souls drown fast.
Integrity is shattered by the all-consuming fiction;
The mind split into darkness, lies amassed.

Emotions starve, the will is frail and threadbare thin,
Compassion dead — the ego’s circle sealed.
Exemplars here are liars, **** that grin and sin:
If you won’t sell out — then you’re labeled loathsome, real.

A blizzard of word-games — ranting’s symptom number one:
“State” becomes a partnership of madmen’s law.
For those who think, it’s only chains and bars undone;
A prison named “the Nation” — cold, without a flaw.

We live inside a Global Asylum, all confined,
Where idiocy now passes as the norm.
Schizoid minds march after, sludge consumes the mind;
And fascism runs rampant in this fearsome storm.

Flee this madhouse. Gather every scattered sane remain,
Build communes, fortify your Mind and Spirit’s guard.
Save strength for decisive clash — don’t forge the good to pain,
Don’t let the clever become ugly, slavish, scarred.



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Run from the ward — unite the sane, prepare the fight;
Better to fall together than be ground by fascist grinds.
Keep Spirit, keep your mind — don’t let them steal your light.



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Schemas and Memes

Sham certainties — the scaffold of the scheme,
A logic's scaffold built on falsified belief.
They warp the world's abyss, its vast extreme;
And memetic lies roll out the sickly grief.

A falsified meme — behold the rotten fruit:
“Science” here brazenly trades truth for show.
It brings its guns, its paperwork, its brute,
And with a crooked sleight will strike the blow.

Even in plain mathematics truth will strain —
No pure logic lives without an aporia.
The tongue of science turned dogma — thus the bane
Topples other studies into hysteria.

Not findings, but the market's ***** trade;
Not knowledge — orders stamped and paid for hire.
The client is a monster: mind's castration made;
This filth gives the command, and minds catch fire.

When Spirit’s barred from “science,” shame's proclaimed;
fools hear only one mangled, crooked line.
“Scientific” dumbness — money unstained —
This *****-born tribe sifts reason into fine.

Fragmentation — consciousness torn by lies —
A planned result of that insidious school.
A constant race for who will take the prize,
Who'll carve the fattest slice and hide the tool.

And geniuses of sale will polish lies —
All bought and mangled, every slandered part.
Thus Spirit's image warped, the old deceit applies —
This pseudoscience was forged to break the heart.

They set that “axiom” firm — a false foundation —
These rotten hounds will ****, they'll justify the grate.
They'll bless the camps and make the final nation —
A future ****** by their appointed fate.



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Pseudoscience rigs the game — memes feed the lie;
They buy the brains, then cut the Spirit from the bone.
Fight, or let these devils bake the world to die.



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War

Liberation from… the people… of Donbas —
This war’s barbaric aim is plain to see.
Will fools obey the gnome-twin’s orders thus?
Will Emelya do as told so blindly?

Cohorts that forget all kin — they say they’ll “free”
Somewhere there — as if homes can be unmade?
No chance! When homes are wiped from Earth’s face, then
They’ll answer — vengeance will be paid.

They’ll drive them back — we only need to wait
A little longer yet; endure the bitter tide.
It’s hard to beat those wretches — true — but know:
You cannot conquer Motherland’s proud pride.



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Donbas must be freed — the goal is clear and grim;
Fools follow orders, but when homes are razed they’ll pay.
Hold fast — push them out; the Motherland won’t be their prey.



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The Road

A heavy road is knowing,
The shame of Hell laid bare.
Don’t flinch, don’t keep on showing
You’re scared of lesser fare.

Cut through the yawning Hollow,
See Spirit is the price.
Press on with strength to follow —
Fall back, and you’ll be blind to life.

You’ll stumble, dull, benighted…
Yet Soul’s true alchemy
Is sudden flame ignited.
Stop living like a flea!



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Spirit’s spark — the only gold.
Crawl no longer — rise, be bold!



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Tear through the pit, through Hell’s disgrace —
Rise, Spirit’s fire! Burn their face.
Enough of crawling, worms and fleas —
Stand fierce, strike hard — no shame, no knees!



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Spirit burns — no chains, no knees.
Rise and strike — no more of fleas!



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The Search for Answers to the Great Questions

“Truth has no path — that is its beauty: it is alive.”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti


Truth is living fire,
No road will make it near.
Choose a “path”? You’ll tire,
End in a prison here.

Walls of thoughts confine you,
Ceilings made of fear;
Chains will then remind you:
Step aside? You’ll smear.

Bound by dogma’s hammer,
Nailed to nonsense bare,
“Seekers” preach their grammar,
Drive out mind — soul snared.

Listen only inward:
Everywhere are lies,
Mirages and trick-words —
Soul alone is wise.

For the Evil Wizard
Builds his crooked way,
Leads the lame and withered
Straight to Hell’s decay.

Wizard rules by lying,
Spreads a velvet bed;
Even when you’re dying,
He’ll still raise your head.

Promising you “manna” —
Mark of false pursuit,
March the herd in tandem
Down the poisoned route.

Yet if life grows brighter,
You are closer still;
Spirit burning lighter,
Less of sorrow’s will.

Measure life by Spirit:
Only fire is true;
If you live a “slime-worm,”
Law consumes all you.

All the roads are salted,
Winter grinds them down.
“Being true” is faulty:
Lie to self — and drown.

Lie to self and neighbor,
“Seeking truth” in chains,
Or “to serve your nation”
As execution’s hand.

If you sell your essence,
You become a blade,
Slayer of the Spirit,
By your bargain made.

Fell from road deceitful?
Don’t complain or curse.
Where are you? Be heedful —
Find the answer first.

Look within, for in the mire
There is smoke and ash;
Demons rule that fire,
Satan leads their lash.

Where you are, don’t falter,
Throw off fear and lies.
See — the Light breaks open,
Truth before your eyes.

Truth’s no path, but brightness,
Hosts of living flame;
Madness swept to silence,
That’s the Gospel’s name.

When the lies are broken,
Light will burn anew;
You yourself — the Answer,
Truth is simple, true.



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Truth has no road, no path to bind —
It lives, it burns, it blinds the lies.
Look inward: there the Answer shines.



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No path to Truth — all roads are lies!
Burn down the wizards, blind their eyes!
The Soul’s the torch — let Spirit rise!



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No path! No lies! —
Truth burns, Soul flies.



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False Doctors, or Keep Silent…

"So easy to become an executioner:
Keep silent, silent, silent!"
— Alexander Galich, The Prospector’s Waltz, 1963


The bought-out fiends all held their tongues,
As CowID raged its charge everywhere.
A few among the hollow lies sprung
To speak — at least to shout “shame!” in air.

Not enough — the crimes were deeper,
No statute of limitations applies.
The world decays in endless reaper;
Dr. Mengele walks, the hospital’s a madhouse guise.

In “red zones” they treated mere sneezes —
Cured fully: corpses lined the floors.
Not psychs; excuses? “They were just pleases
Of fools.” Lies stacked behind closed doors.

They were criminals. Galich would stagger —
He’d never trust this filth, this pitch.
Half a century, all fell to swagger,
Pause for war — then came the next witch.

A new “virus,” through and through a lie —
They’ll maim and **** again, no shame.
And in between, they mourn, they sigh —
Less money earned if no one’s to blame.



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Silence makes the butcher’s hand,
Lies march in every land.
**** or earn — that’s the plan.



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Flow

The “roof” drips, drops in little streams,
Then runs as a brook, a creeping flow.
The closer the world nears the bottom seams,
The stronger the brook becomes a torrent’s show.

There it turns — it sweeps away the mind’s remains.
Forward! The global fascist pleads for bowing low.
All is sent to waste — the herd, the chains;
CowID confirmed it, war has shown the blow.

When all is washed away, the vile, the crude
Mistake all filth for honeyed gold.
The world stinks — “roofs” swept by lies’ rude flood;
The voice of Reason fades, illusions grow bold.

The world’s a mirage, a Boschian scene —
Monsters loom, grotesque and grim.
The answer’s simple, sharp, and keen:
Trust not lies — strengthen Spirit’s brim.

Only Spirit shields from fiends unseen,
Hidden puppeteers, their hands concealed.
Small **** with “smiling” faces lead the mean,
Before all eyes, they drive the herd to yield.



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Spirit shields — ignore the lies!
The world’s a flood, illusions rise.
Stand strong, strike back — the fiends despise.



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In Memory of Chikatilo

Chikatilo seems almost gentle
Compared to today's vile ****,
False doctors wield fascist power, mental
Castration in their every thumb.

In “red zones” these fiends together
Did not act alone, but in the crowd,
Destroying many, stormy weather —
The world unanimous, unbowed.

Stupidity reigns — the fools all scared,
Traitors, snitches, leashed and turned;
Upon the morons’ heads prepared,
The propagandists’ lessons burned.

Chikatilo seems quite kindly
Beside the screaming propagandist;
He howls — the idiots blindly
Take his roar as lawful gist.

Chikatilo, roughly, friendly
Next to officials, gives command:
They shout at fools, obediently
“Attack!” as if by their own hand.

The idiots do it all —
Muzzles, ****, a throng of lies;
The darkness lifts its curtain tall —
Time of furious assaults arise.

Reason is the aim; the few
Still keep it here, though birds may fall,
Vanishing like species in the red book view;
Everywhere the fiends’ triumph enthralls.



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Reason dies while fiends shout “Fas!”
Idiots march, obey the crass.
Hold fast — the Spirit fights, surpass.



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For Oneself

For oneself — the work is clear:
To write the poems, sharp and true.
For other things — don’t linger here,
If husks of gold or fame pursue.

Go chase the pop-song, shallow fun,
If trivial games appeal to you.
If not your face, then write “in drawers” —
There’s no other way to do.

Worse still ahead: for poems, pay.
Payment without return — anti-business creed.
They trust in luck, minds pierced like sieve,
Pay with health, with time — the need.

Even blood could be the price,
But now it’s squandered on the few
Who need the poems — rare and wise,
Not fools, but minds that see it through.

Fools abound — that’s the tale here told.
Few are rare? Then all is lost.
The command “Attack!” — the rotten scold
Will sweep it all, a vile cost.

He’s worse than lessons — pure decay,
A nasty idiot, clearing all away.



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Write for yourself, no husks, no pay!
Fools obey, the rotten sweep away.
Keep Spirit strong — don’t fall, don’t sway.



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Socialist Competition

Slaves were given “competition” —
A total, ****** mess!
Minds trained from youth for slaughter,
Only narrow skills impress.

When narrow, “horizons”
Press down upon the eyes.
The labor feels like battlefronts,
The bosses stormy skies.

Push, pressure, forced ambition,
Drive forward, grind the soul.
But instead of lash, the fuel —
A mob of propagandist trolls.

They bring news not of the horrors
Of wars, of fires, of the dead,
But tales of feats, of nonsense glories,
Of empty valor loudly spread.

On the front, a real feat’s needed,
And… a clever commander too.
A colonel from the workshop counted,
One forty rubles — many holes through.

It works — the narrow mind, the money puff,
Life itself becomes a heavy load.
But that’s how people get used to stuff,
Trained to follow the narrow road.

Slaves will have “competition” again,
Not in sport, but survival’s cruel game.
The hour approaches, all too near,
CowID first measured the stupid flame.

Next, the vermin will organize
Fascism for all — it’s set.
The world will march, enslaved, coerced,
By lies and power, soaked in debt.



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Slaves compete in misery’s race,
CowID first mapped the stupid face.
Next comes fascism — all embraced.



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Doubles and Fools

A bald “bunker” double
Rules the country — what a joke!
The original is dead, gone, subtle,
Yet a tiny actor woke.

Not that he spins his lies so well,
But that the depths endure this trash…
The people nearly crushed, a hell
Of propaganda’s stinking lash.

Controlled by NON-HUMAN fiends,
It binds the dulled, defeated mind.
The country’s gone — their rule proceeds,
Total, cruel, perverse, and blind.



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Doubles lie, fools endure,
Non-human rule, the world impure.
Mind crushed, the nation’s obscure.



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The Former

Former people of a former land,
Surfacing fears, hell of new war’s hand.
Turned zombies, dreams a murky haze,
Fallen souls, “thoughts” in filthy maze.

No escape — death’s grim grin,
Against nature — if the jackal wins.
A world without these fiends — the end,
Final years — this Hell must bend.



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Former souls, the fallen breed,
Hell rises, driven by their greed.
Only Spirit stands — the world to heed.



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The End…

Sanitary fascism returned in a flash
(In the apex of battles!) to Ukraine.
Hell on Earth has fully come to pass —
Man here equals cattle, bound in pain.

So the bottom’s broken through, no return
To normalcy remains in sight.
Destroy all filth the world can churn —
No world remains, just “sixth ward” blight.

A single task remains alone:
Death is better than this local Hell.
The sun shines brighter — fortune’s tone!
Aid it, for Will compels it well.

The sun’s light calls upon yourself —
After death, rebirth in Spirit awaits
For the few. The soulless you count as wealth
Of biotrash — dung flies in their fates.



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Sanitary fascism reigns, the world decayed,
Man is cattle, Spirit delayed.
Only the few rise — the rest betrayed.



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Muzzles

Past commissions in the madhouse,
To mark the insane and blind;
In this vile, mad little world, a spouse
Of lunacy will show their kind.

To live among the psychs is impossible —
Better to die with dignity.
Though murky, hard, and despicable,
Enduring filth’s a travesty.

The reality’s cruel and glaring —
Cataclysm will sweep it all.
Fascist **** is boldly daring,
To pre-execute the fools, their thrall.

Prepared in advance, the rabble,
The sheepish herd, the feeble test.
In two short years — a muzzle fable,
The flock in red cross “dress.”



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Muzzles on the insane herd,
Fools pre-killed by fascist word.
Spirit stands — the rest absurd.



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Monkey Cage

When you’re locked in a cage with monkeys,
And the cage is the whole world you see,
Soul and Heart become endless flunkies,
Mind crushed, crippled, painfully.

The monkeys here are hardly few,
Yet this subspecies fades away.
Genocide’s sting drives the truth askew,
Conscience and Shame are buried in decay.

Better in a grave than in that cell:
Shame runs wild — the only way,
Burn the cage, for within it fell
Half-reasoned fools, struck every day.



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Trapped with monkeys, mind in pain,
Conscience buried, all in vain.
Burn the cage — break free the chain.



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Example

The half-witted world welcomed the new age
In January of year zero’s dawn.
So when did man become a fool, a cage
Of spirit castrated, vilely drawn?

This simple example shows the core,
The twelfth from ten, if simplified a bit.
Only sludge in dulled, foolish minds — and more,
Most of these fools, the bottom’*****.

Two-thirds are idiots, countless ******’s reign,
And here it perceives nothing but filth.
TV-box lies — revenge of fiends’ domain
For obedience, laziness, and dulled wit’s pith.

No one prevented them from slight endeavor
To grow the mind — just a little, mere spark.
Thus the torrent of lies flows even cleverer,
Enough to **** the fools outright in the dark.



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Half-wits rise, the bottom cracked,
Fools drowned in lies, no truth intact.
Spirit stands — the rest attacked.



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The Work

If the work is clumsy,
Still persist — begun means ripe.
Perhaps the meaning, or the numbly
Pain that drives your mind to type.

Mastery comes when Meaning
Suddenly illuminates your mind.
Many stall, though — stuck in feeling,
Like frozen computers, left behind.

Hesitation, fear — expel them,
But multiply your critical eye;
For in the world’s dust, discernment
Counts most, above the lies and cries.

Intuition helps to conquer —
No other tool can match its might.
Let doubt’s worm not gnaw nor ponder,
Though wild nonsense clouds the sight.

From infancy we’re wrapped in chaos —
Learn to sort all shades of mad.
Most drown in it, a hopeless loss,
Yet skillful hands can turn it bad.

Nonsense can even be your weapon —
CowID has shown it plain.
Though the work is hard, relentless,
If you create, you’re not yet slain.

Few remain unbroken, truly.
Look around — the dead abound!
If your work survives fully, duly,
You’ve won the game — fools run aground.



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Begin the work, endure the pain,
Doubt and chaos, all in vain.
Create — you rise, the fools remain.



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You’ll Have Time to Die

You’ll have time to die —
Struggle a little first;
If you tremble, bleat, comply —
Life itself is cursed.

To die is not so hard:
Almost dead — long past…
Here lies “possibility” charred,
Faith is filth amassed.

Do not believe, keep fighting —
Death will stand nearby.
Not angry? — then you’re inviting
Idiot’s gaze, passersby.

Many are “herbivores,”
Even if in Hell they stray.
If you shrink, avoiding wars,
Then all is nonsense, all astray.

You’ll have time to die —
Finger pressed on asphalt’s edge…
If doubt you sow, destroy the lie
And its false gestalt pledge,

Then it’s quite possible
You’ll find something at the end.
Difficulty? Clarity? —
In a flash, you won’t comprehend.



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Struggle first, then face the night,
Doubt destroys false world’s blight.
Clarity may strike — a fleeting light.



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Early Morning Run

Friend, don’t step out at dawn to run,
If you’re a night-owl — heed this call.
The wounded don’t get along with sun,
Life here demands your mind through all.

Not by advice, but by your reason,
Those “wise” ones speak with crooked tongue.
“Body wisdom” is a false-season,
Schemes alone are dead, unsung.

If intuition fails, the head decides.
Since childhood, filth was poured inside —
Half-truths, lies, all shoved in hides,
Boldly they lied. Believe? — you’re blind!

Early morning runs are for the deer.
The world is twisted, upside-down.
Flee the lies, escape the fear,
And keep your Spirit, wear no crown.

Body wisdom, intuition, critique —
This alone is the true Path.
Everything else is fraud, oblique,
Falsehood’s sludge, deceiver’s math.



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Run at dawn? Only if strong.
Flee the lies — they’ve ruled too long.
Mind, Spirit, Path — the only song.



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato


The priority of the idea:
Enchanted wizards set it in play,
And evil schemes afar will sway,
From the Second Depth they surge —
A flood of filth, a monstrous urge,
Producing cries and howls in wake:
The idea bait — the more ornate, the darker stake.

The farther on, the fouler schemes
Are forced upon the blind, mute streams.
The ****** of Spirit — hidden themes,
While “edens” gleam with ****’s extremes,
A pleasure for the mind, deceived;
With a crippled brain, you’re hardly saved.

Allah, fascism, or communism?
Cretinism peaks — the ****’s prism.
The Spirit nearly crushed, undone,
Shame in decay, a total run.

The final idea whispers — strike
The Shame with courage, mocking alike,
Offering nothing but a fig
Instead of fools’ paradise, so big.

Yet penultimate, the Sun decided:
Burn the Devil’s legacy, light divided —
So slaves shall never glimpse a “heaven”
While radiance multiplies, from Sun shriven.



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato

The idea first, then schemes arise,
From the Second Depth, a flood of lies.
Blind, mute people swallow the bait,
Foul schemes spread — sealing their fate.



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Alley Cats and the Big Questions of Life and Death

Cats teach of Death: their line of poison,
And human miseries, dark and chosen,
Makes death a norm — only the Seeker stands.
Death a riddle? Solve it with your hands!

Decay is everywhere — death is the law of life:
A terrible curse, degradation rife,
If bowed before Evil, believing Lies’ call —
The fool will never be left in thrall.

Spiritless eyes — look deep in their gaze!
Even the cats’ at dawn, through the haze.
A cat dies, gentle, a tear so slight —
It won’t help if humans hold the blight.

It repeats again. Do you feed them in vain?
Beyond Death, they teach life’s refrain:
Tenderness, food, a gaze without ill —
A faint dawn in darkness, Spirit to fill.

The world molds in deadly templates; sincerity’s dismissed —
Nothing “higher” lifts, nothing resists.
A living, true cat stands as example for Souls,
Who in the dark refuse to decay in holes.

The tailed gaze in darkness impresses the light;
To find it in humans — a harder fight.
Surface shows Fear and imposed Lies,
Hence humans are crueler, predators in disguise.

Simplicity, clarity, honesty endure —
Not touched by the vile guile obscure.
When nine-tenths of human minds are absurd,
Who’s wiser from the Beastly herd?

The hidden Beast rules the human pen —
More fearsome than any carnivorous men,
Destroying humanity through ideas’ substitution
For bipeds, victims of omnivorous illusion.

So cast away all lies, find the Light within —
Let it reflect in your eyes, begin.
Fail to find it — join the dead,
And pseudo-life turns again to Hell’s dread.



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Decadence

The sadists’ nonsense dressed in bloom —
All “flowery good,” “progress” assumed.”
For blood we toil, for scraps we strain,
At zero point, all flesh in pain.

They lure with chance, a hollow gain,
But turn to decadence again.
They’ll call it “New Renaissance” —
Their “progress” rots in slavery’s trance.

Praising “freedom” to the fool,
No countries left, no people’s rule.
The world’s a prison, wretched throng,
Three-quarters lost, or even more, mind gone.

Masks and needles, venom’s sting,
Fear commands the idiotic king.
Through lies it reigns: a global stench,
Above all powers, above all sense.

The traitor thrives, sells all away,
Praises sham, spreads fear in the fray.
The wicked end it with catastrophe —
Decadence turns fascist, none are free.

For spirits few, the cage is hell,
Escape is rare, a light to quell.
Refuse the heights — in darkness meet
The time of rot, of evil’s seat.

Worse yet in Hell’s eternal cell:
Obedience judged, the verdict fell.
The petty folk are needed still —
A relic of infernal will.



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Blood for scraps, toil for naught,
Sadists’ “progress” — rot is bought.
Masks and needles, fear’s command,
The world’s a prison, Hell at hand.



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THE BOTTOM OF DECAY

Swift trains run in circles:
A rogue **** ran wild —
Disease has taken hold
In every head.

In this world, almost all —
A global madhouse.
The sensitive and brave
Are rare among the herd,

Believing every tale —
You can scare them
With anything. Just hand out
All the filth: salvation

Must come from the chimera,
Or else it’s death.
Pseudo-science, “faiths,”
The hard ground of vile “ideas”

Turn fools into
Weak, obedient cattle.
And the further it goes,
The fouler the **** becomes.

A tail grows back —
Sticky fear presses down.
The world slips again —
Wars. Then into dust.

Cataclysms
Will sum it all up:
Fear, lies of fascism —
God dulled, stunned.

The stench of stupidity
Rises to the skies.
THE BOTTOM OF DECAY —
Wake up, this world!

If your Spirit is
Touched by the Most Pure,
The ******* won’t reach you,
A trainload of filth

Will rush past again —
The fast train of lies
Runs along the Abyss.
Sleepers — all deceit.

Cataclysm will wash away
The sleepers => all into Darkness.
Only the Spirit
Can open the Way Up to the mind.



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

Filth races in circles,
Fear presses like a tail.
Only Spirit cuts the lies —
All else drowns in the Abyss.



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

Filth swirls, fear crushes —
Only Spirit breaks the chain.



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1.
Decay runs wild, fear tightens —
Spirit alone strikes free.

2.
Filth drags the world down —
Only Spirit dares to rise.

3.
Rot spreads, fear grips —
Spirit cleaves the dark.

4.
Rot reigns, fools stumble —
Spirit smashes chains!

5.
Filth devours all —
Spirit rips the void!

6.
Madness spreads, the weak fall —
Spirit strikes, annihilates!

7.
Corruption floods the world —
Spirit cuts, uncompromised!

8.
Lies choke every mind —
Spirit breaks the tomb of fools!

9.
Decay claws at all —
Spirit burns, relentless flame!

10.
Fools swarm, the world decays —
Spirit strikes, no mercy stays!

11.
Rot festers, liars reign —
Spirit shatters every chain!

12.
Stupidity is law, despair —
Spirit laughs, and sears the air!

13.
All is slime, all is **** —
Spirit roars: the reckoning comes!



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1.
Fools breed, the world decays,
Spirit strikes, ignites the blaze!

2.
Rot spreads, the liars rule,
Spirit laughs, no chain nor school!

3.
All is slime, all is ****,
Spirit roars: the reckoning comes!

4.
Stupidity reigns, despair abounds,
Spirit burns and shakes the grounds!

5.
Corruption thrives, the weak obey,
Spirit strikes, sweeps filth away!

6.
Madness walks in every street,
Spirit crushes false deceit!

7.
The herd is blind, the fools consume,
Spirit rises, the world in gloom!

8.
Chaos laughs, the liars spin,
Spirit strikes — the reckoning wins!

9.
Decay rules, the weak capitulate,
Spirit’s fire won’t hesitate!

10.
Filth surrounds, corruption grows,
Spirit flares — the true path shows!



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1.
Rot spreads wide — fools march blind!
Spirit strikes, leaves chains behind!

2.
Slime and lies choke every street,
Spirit burns, the filth’s defeat!

3.
Blind herd obeys the lies,
Spirit screams, the falsehood dies!

4.
Madness rules, the world decays,
Spirit smashes, lights ablaze!

5.
Corruption stalks, the weak comply,
Spirit flares, the liars die!

6.
Decay devours the coward’s mind,
Spirit roars — the truth to find!

7.
Filth commands, fools kneel and crawl,
Spirit strikes, destroys them all!

8.
The herd is blind, the weak obey,
Spirit rages, sweeps away!

9.
Madness spins, the liars gloat,
Spirit burns, the truth will float!

10.
Chaos reigns, corruption thrives,
Spirit strikes — the pure survives!



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1.
Rot spreads — fools obey!
Spirit strikes — chains break away!

2.
Lies choke streets,
Spirit burns, deceit defeats!

3.
Blind herd kneels,
Truth smashes, filth reels!

4.
Madness rules, decay climbs,
Spirit roars — shatters lies!

5.
Corruption commands,
Spirit strikes, fools disband!

6.
Decay devours the weak,
Spirit roars — truth to seek!

7.
Filth controls, the herd crawls,
Spirit strikes — all it mauls!

8.
Blind obey, the liars thrive,
Spirit burns — the pure survive!

9.
Madness spins, lies gloat,
Spirit rises, truth will float!

10.
Chaos reigns, fools bow low,
Spirit strikes — let truth show!



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1.
Rot obeys — fools kneel!
Spirit strikes — truth’s steel!

2.
Lies choke all,
Spirit breaks the thrall!

3.
Blind herd bows,
Spirit’s wrath shows!

4.
Decay spreads,
Spirit treads!

5.
Filth commands,
Spirit slams!

6.
Madness spins,
Spirit wins!

7.
Chaos roars,
Spirit soars!

8.
Falsehood rules,
Spirit schools!

9.
Fools obey,
Spirit slays!

10.
Lies consume,
Spirit blooms!



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1.
Fools crawl in mud,
Spirit roars — strike blood!

2.
Rot swallows minds,
Truth shatters their binds!

3.
Blind herd obeys,
Spirit’s fire blazes!

4.
Decay spreads fast,
Spirit’s light will last!

5.
Filth rules the land,
Spirit smashes their hand!

6.
Madness grips all,
Spirit answers the call!

7.
Chaos reigns high,
Spirit claws the sky!

8.
Falsehood enslaves,
Spirit rips their graves!

9.
Idiot waves bow,
Spirit strikes now!

10.
Lies choke the earth,
Spirit sparks rebirth!



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1. Spirit strikes!
2. Rot burns!
3. Lies shatter!
4. Madness falls!
5. Truth blazes!
6. Filth dies!
7. Chaos screams!
8. Light cuts!
9. Herd crumbles!
10. Fire reigns!



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1. Rot!
2. Strike!
3. Blaze!
4. Smash!
5. Crush!
6. Shatter!
7. Fall!
8. Burn!
9. Tear!
10. Roar!



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1. Obliterate!
2. Annihilate!
3. Devour!
4. Exterminate!
5. Pulverize!
6. Ravage!
7. Incinerate!
8. Demolish!
9. Consume!
10. Eradicate!
11. Collapse!
12. Engulf!
13. Wreck!
14. Oblivion!
15. Doom!



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Ravage! Crush! Burn! Break! Doom!



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Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear, annihilate, doom, rise, strike!



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Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear, annihilate, devastate, doom, strike, rise, roar, obliterate, ignite, conquer!



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear,
Annihilate, devastate, doom in the air.
Strike, rise, roar — the world’s in flame,
Obliterate, ignite, none left the same.

Conquer, crush, no mercy shown,
Every lie and rot overthrown.
Smash the false, the vile, the base,
Wipe the grime from every place.

Chaos reigns — yet mind survives,
Through shattered walls, the Spirit drives.
From ruin springs a furious light,
To challenge darkness, claim the fight.

Ravage, crush — relentless, raw,
Burn the rot, expose the flaw.
Shatter chains, the coward’s pride,
Tear the veil, no place to hide.

Annihilate, devastate, doom,
Through storm and fire, the Spirit blooms.
Strike, rise, roar — awakened mind,
Obliterate the blind, leave none behind.

Ignite, conquer — fury’s art,
Each heartbeat strikes like a hammer’s dart.
The world undone, yet from the wreck,
Rises the Truth — your soul’s direct.



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

Ravage! Crush! Burn! Break! Tear!
Shatter! Smash! Devour the air!
Strike! Roar! Obliterate all lies!
Annihilate, ignite — the false dies!

Conquer, crush, no mercy shown,
Grime and rot — overthrown!
Shred the vile, the weak, the base,
No shadow left in any place!

Chaos reigns — but Spirit survives,
Through shattered walls, fury drives!
From ruin springs a furious flame,
Darkness trembles, none remain the same!

Ravage! Crush! Unleash the roar!
Burn the rot to the core!
Shatter chains, break coward’s pride,
Tear the veil — nowhere to hide!

Annihilate! Devastate! Doom!
Through storm and fire, truth will bloom!
Strike! Rise! Awake your mind!
Blind and weak — leave none behind!

Ignite! Conquer! Fury’s art!
Every heartbeat — hammer’s dart!
World undone, yet from the wreck,
Truth arises — your soul’s direct!



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Ravage! Burn! Break!

Ravage the rot! Crush the weak!
Shatter lies, strike the meek!
From the ruins, truth ignites —
Darkness shatters, Spirit fights!



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Ravage, burn, crush the rot!
Smash the lies, strike the weak!
Spirit rises — darkness flees!



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Shatter the fools, grind the slime!
Tear the lies from every mind!
Spirit ignites — corpses scream!



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The Path of Knowing

Each step a breakthrough, thought a flash—
(Impossible amidst the crowd!)
The Path of Knowing: solitary,
In introspection, magic found.
Step through pause, yet flash you seek,
As manna falling from the skies;
Push too hard, the dark deceives,
The ego-cycle spins, the lies arise.

Lose your strength—you vanish, gone.
Destroy all doubts, they weigh but dross:
The "real world" counts a single coin—
There, you are but vermin, lost.
On this Path, the light is yours,
Within. Amplify your force,
Not bluntly—be a rolling wave:
Peaks and troughs like ocean’s course.

It moves by itself when mind
Is under Spirit’s guiding hand.
This law of waves unknown to bellies,
Who rush to "happiness" and land
In ruin. Only instinct helps
To trace the stream that starts so thin,
It turns to torrent, harsh and true,
A cruel Path for those within.

If balance falters in your mind,
The Soul’s own fire will first go out,
Then, trying to dam the stream (for self!),
You’ll find it dried—despair and doubt.
The ego-cycle is eternally cursed:
“There’s a fountain—plug it fast”—
Triumph of the small-brained,
Yet dare, and seek the truths at last.

Within the Path, the answers lie.
Those who spin themselves to fame,
Recognize evil, wear its crown—
Yet you can rise above the game.



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Path

Step—breakthrough! Thought—lightning flash!
Ego spins, the dark will lash.
Balance lost—your Soul goes out,
Instinct alone cuts through the doubt.



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Path of Knowing

Step is a breakthrough, thought—like fire!
Ego spins in cycles of dark desire.
Lose your balance, Soul goes out cold,
Instinct alone makes the path unfold.
Waves rise and fall, your mind obeys the Spirit,
Or perish blind, in falsehoods you inherit.



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Path of Knowing

Step cracks the void, thought blazes bright,
Ego twists in shadows, choking light.
Soul aflame or crushed in lies’ abyss,
Only instinct cuts through this abyss.



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Path of Knowing

Step — a spark, thought shatters night,
Ego writhes, blind to Spirit’s might.
Instinct strikes — or vanish from the light.



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Path of Knowing

Step alone — mind flares, ego dies;
Miss the Spirit — and all within dries.



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Path of Knowing

Step breaks through — your mind ignites,
Fail the Spirit — drown in endless nights.
Ego traps, illusions roar,
Strike within — or be lost forevermore!



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Path of Knowing

Step alone, mind like fire,
Ego swallows, illusions conspire.
Rise or rot — the Spirit’s trial.



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Path of Knowing

Step. Ignite.
Ego devours.
Fail — rot. Spirit or die.



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Path of Knowing

Step.
Flash.
Alone.
Ego swallows.
Illusions strike.
Fall — rot.
Spirit burns.
Push harder.
Balance or die.
Wave.
Flow.
Truth cuts.
Fools collapse.
Mind under Spirit.
Fire survives.
Ego crushed.



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Path of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Ego bites.
Trap strikes.
Fall!
Rot!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire!
Ego breaks.
Balance lost — gone!
Dark!
Fight!
Strike!
Awake!



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Pat­h of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Ego bites.
Trap strikes.
Fall!
Rot!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire!
Ego breaks.
Balance lost — gone!
Dark!
Fight!
Strike!
Awake!
Pause…
Flash again!
Flow or drown.
Man under Spirit.
Peaks hit.
Troughs drag.
Wave lifts.
Wave crashes.
Mind bends!
Heart burns.
Step wrong — fall.
Push harder — rise.
Doubt kills.
Truth gleams.
Ego shrieks.
Cycle traps.
Block fountain — dry.
Despair bites.
Seek inside!
Light sparks.
Flow grows.
Balance rules.
Ego cowers.
Spirit wins.
Path hard.
Few survive.
Fools rot.
Wave carries.
Step again.
Flash again!



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Path of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Strike!
Ego snaps.
Trap sets.
Fall!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire burns!
Ego breaks.
Balance? Gone.
Dark bites.
Fight!
Hit!
Awake!
Pause!
Flash!
Flow!
Drown or rise.
Spirit drives.
Peaks smash.
Troughs drag.
Wave lifts.
Wave crashes.
Mind bends!
Heart scorches!
Step wrong — vanish.
Push hard — ascend.
Doubt slays.
Truth sparks.
Ego screams.
Cycle traps.
Fountain blocked — dry.
Despair bites.
Seek within!
Light ignites!
Flow swells!
Balance rules!
Ego cowers!
Spirit wins!
Path brutal!
Few survive!
Fools rot!
Wave carries!
Step again!
Flash again!
No mercy!
Step!
Strike!
Rise!
Fall!
Flow!
Wave!
Spirit!
Mind!
Fire!
­Truth!
Endure!



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Path of Knowing

Step! Flash! Alone!
Ego snaps. Trap!
Fall! Push! Spirit!
Wave! Flow! Truth!
Fools die. Mind bends.
Fire! Ego breaks!
Balance? Gone. Dark!
Fight! Hit! Awake!
Flash! Flow! Drown!
Rise! Spirit drives!
Peaks crash. Troughs drag.
Step wrong — vanish.
Push — ascend! Doubt slays.
Truth sparks. Ego screams.
Cycle traps. Fountain dry.
Despair bites. Seek!
Light ignites. Flow swells.
Balance rules. Ego cowers.
Spirit wins. Path brutal!
Few survive. Fools rot.
Wave carries. Step! Strike!
Rise! Fall! Flow! Wave!
Spirit! Mind! Fire! Truth!
Endure!



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Path of Knowing

Step.
Flash.
Alone.
Ego.
Snap.
Trap.
Fall.
Push.
Spirit.­
Wave.
Flow.
Truth.
Fools.
Die.
Mind.
Bend.
Fire.
Ego.
Break.
Bal­ance.
Gone.
Dark.
Fight.
Hit.
Awake.
Flash.
Flow.
Drown.
Rise.
Sp­irit.
Drive.
Peaks.
Crash.
Troughs.
Drag.
Step.
Vanish.
Push.
Asc­end.
Doubt.
Slay.
Truth.
Spark.
Ego.
Scream.
Cycle.
Trap.
Fountai­n.
Dry.
Despair.
Bite.
Seek.
Light.
Ignite.
Flow.
Swell.
Balance.­
Rule.
Ego.
Cower.
Spirit.
Win.
Path.
Brutal.
Few.
Survive.
Fools­.
Rot.
Wave.
Carry.
Step.
Strike.
Rise.
Fall.
Flow.
Wave.
Spirit.­
Mind.
Fire.
Truth.
Endure.



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Path of Knowing

Step — Break — Flash!
Alone, ego snaps.
Trap. Fall. Push.
Spirit — rise! Wave — flow!

Truth is few.
Fools rot.
Mind bends.
Fire ignites.

Cycle — trap.
Balance shattered.
Dark surrounds.
Doubt slays.

Step — vanish!
Push — ascend!
Flash — flow!
Drown, rise — Spirit drives!

Peaks crash.
Troughs drag.
Ego screams.
Fountain dries.

Despair bites.
Seek the light.
Ignite, swell, endure.
Wave carries —

Step, strike, rise, fall.
Flow — Spirit — mind.
Fire burns.
Truth survives.

Path is brutal.
Few make it.
Fools rot.
Balance rules.
Spirit wins.



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Path of Knowing

Step — Break — Flash!
Ego snaps, Spirit drives!
Doubt kills, Fire burns,
Truth survives — only the few.



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Path of Knowing

Step! — Flash!
Ego shatters!
Spirit surges!
Doubt dies!
Truth strikes — only you!



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Path of Knowing

Step — break!
Thought — lightning flash!
Alone, you dive — introspection’s crush.

Pause — strike!
Manna drops —
Flow surges, but darkness mocks.
Ego-cycle drags —
******* masses rise,
Lose your strength — vanish, despised.

Doubt — destroy!
Reality — worthless!
You, a louse, crawling in the mire.

Push the mind — wave it fierce!
Peaks, troughs — like stormy surf.
Everything moves — Spirit guides,
Mind under Spirit — alive, untied.

Balance lost —
Soul-fire snuffed first,
Despair attempts to plug the fountain —
Dry bones of effort lie.

Ego-cycle cursed forever:
“Plug the spring!” — fools triumph.
Yet dare! Seek inside!
Answers hide in subtle tides,
Those who spun it well —
Claim power, revel in wickedness.

Step! Flash! Push! Surge!
Path is brutal — no mercy given.
Only intuition — thin stream,
Becomes torrent — fierce, unbroken.



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Path of Knowing

Step — break! Thought — lightning!
Alone, dive deep, the Spirit guiding.
Ego rises — crush it!
Doubt dies, fire of the Soul survives.
Wave your mind — intuition surges!
Path is brutal — only the brave endure.



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Path of Knowing

Step — strike! Thought ignites the sky.
Ego falls, doubts die, Soul flies high.
Mind waves crash — Spirit leads the fight.
Only the brave endure the night.



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Path of Knowing

Step hard — mind strikes like fire!
Ego crushed, doubts burn, desire!
Spirit surges, wave on wave,
Only the fearless escape the grave.



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Path of Knowing

Step! Strike! Mind flashes — boom!
Doubts shatter, Spirit storms the room!
Wave rises, wave falls, crash!
Alone you face the hidden lash!

Balance cracks — fire dies,
Despair screams, Ego lies.
Push harder — Soul’s flame roar!
Block the flood? You’ll find it’s gore!

Eternal curse, cycle spins,
Fools cheer, the Darkness grins.
Dare to seek the inner Way —
Answer waits — or you decay!



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Step! Strike! Mind flashes — boom!
Ego dies, the Soul resumes.
Wave rises, wave falls — crash!
Dare the Way or meet the ash!



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The Agonizing Path in Darkness

A single step in freedom’s thought,
Amid life’s harsh, unbridled sway —
In an instant, chains are caught
By “norms” of Rotten Society’s way.

Boundless torments line the road
For those who burned, without regret,
All patterns of Evil — a heavy load
They’ll face alone. Their light’s the only net.

The swamp’s decay in darkness bites,
Hop from mound to mound, not as before —
Chemicals tear eyes, choke the nights,
“Neighbors” strike low, then laugh once more.

Few chances to stay afloat remain,
Yet there’s no choice, no safe retreat —
Can’t endure the wailing pain
Of BEASTS’ dull babble in defeat.

The world has turned a Hellish pit,
Ruled by nonhumans through the screen;
The obedient soul in ******* fit
Finds joy in pain, with evil unseen.

So wade, O soul — heed not the lies;
Become a beast if you won’t cry “No!”
Mind and body forged as one, the Fire
— The Pure Spirit — in you must grow.

Better to perish in glory’s name
Than serve as servant midst the Beast’s foul game.



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Step alone through chains of lies,
Burn the patterns, seize the skies!
Pure Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright —
Better death than Beast’s false light.



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Tiny step, freedom crushed,
Society’s rot has all been hushed.
Blight and fools surround your way —
Shout “No!” or rot, they’ll say.

Chains of norms, death’s cruel jest,
Only Spirit saves the rest.
Better burn in light, stand tall,
Than serve the Beasts and rot with all.



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Step alone, the Dark awaits,
Burn the molds, defy the fates.
Better die in light than serve the Beasts’ cruel hates.



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Step alone, the Dark conspires,
Burn the molds, ignite your fires.
Die in honor, not in chains,
Better free than kneel to pains.

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Alone you walk, the shadows roar,
Light inside will guide your war.
The Beasts may strike, the world may bend,
But Spirit burns — it will not end.

---

Chains of norm and lies abound,
Yet you, alone, stand on the ground.
Strike with fire, defy the night,
Better to fall than yield your Light.



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Step alone, the Dark awaits!
Burn the molds, defy their gates!
Spirit stands — no chains, no fates!



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Walk through shadows, fight the blight!
Shatter falsehood, claim your light!
Stand your Spirit — rage, ignite!

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Alone you march, the dark consumes!
Break the chains, the falsehood looms!
Spirit burns — defy their tombs!

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Stride through darkness, heed no lies!
Burn the molds where evil hides!
Spirit strong — the falsehood dies!

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Step through shadows! Tear the chains!
Crush the lies! Burn their veins!
Spirit roars! Defy their reign!

---

Darkness comes — strike it down!
Smash the fools! Take your crown!
Soul aflame — destroy the clown!

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March alone! No mercy shown!
Shatter falsehood, break the throne!
Spirit strikes — their lies are gone!



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Step!
Break chains!
Burn lies!
Roar, Spirit!

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Strike!
Crush fools!
Take crown!
Soul flames!

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March!
No mercy!
Shatter throne!
Spirit strikes!



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Step!
Smash!
Burn!
Roar!
Ri­se!
Strike!
Break!
Live!



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Crack! Smash! Roar!
Step. Strike. Break!
Burn—rise! Hit! Crash!
Live. Tear. Shatter.



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Step—slam—crash!
Burn! Strike! Tear!
Flash—shout—hit!
Break, rise, strike!

Smash the chains—smash the lies!
Step alone—light inside!
Dark swamps—jump, dive, survive!
No mercy, no rest, fight!

Body and mind—fused as one,
Fire of Spirit—pure, unbroken.
Better death in glory
Than to kneel to vile spawn.



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Step—smash—flash—burn!
Chains­ snap, lies crash,
Jump, strike, dive—survive!
Dark swamps lash,
Eyes sting, breath torn,
The world a pit of rot,
The herd bows, but you—no!

Alone, light inside—one lamp, one flare!
Toxins bite, claws strike,
Neighbors hit, laugh, betray.
Few survive, no choice,
Must shout “No!”—be yourself!

Mind and body fused,
Fire of Spirit pure.
Better death in glory
Than to kneel among spawn.

Darkness howls, but you blaze—
Step, strike, resist, ignite!



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Pain—Step—Flash—Burn!
Chains­ shatter, lies explode,
Jump! Strike! Survive!
Swamps of rot lash hard,
Eyes pierce, lungs tear,
The world a sewer pit,
Herd bows—YOU DON’T!

Alone—light inside, one burning spark!
Chem cuts, claws slash,
Neighbors hit, laugh, betray.
Few remain—no choice,
Shout “NO!”—be yourself!

Mind and flesh fused,
Fire of Spirit pure.
Better death in glory
Than serve among spawn.

Darkness roars—YOU BLAZE!
Step! Strike! Resist! Ignite!
No pause—no mercy—rise!
Chains, lies, rot—crushed!



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Step—Flash—Burn!
Chains­—SHATTER! Lies—EXPLODE!
Jump! Strike! Survive!

Swamp ROT—lash HARD!
Eyes pierce—LUNGS tear!
World—a sewer PIT!
Herd bows—YOU DON’T!

Alone—LIGHT INSIDE! One spark—BURN!
Chem CUTS—claws SLASH!
Neighbors HIT—laugh—betray!

FEW remain—NO choice!
Shout “NO!” Be YOURSELF!

Mind + Flesh—FUSED!
Fire of Spirit—PURE!
Better DEATH in GLORY
Than serve among SPAWN!

Darkness ROARS—YOU BLAZE!
Step! Strike! Resist! IGNITE!
No pause—NO mercy—RISE!
Chains? Lies? Rot? CRUSHED!



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Step. Flash. Burn!
Chains shatter, lies explode—SURVIVE!
Mind, Flesh, Spirit—RISE!



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Step through shadows, flash of mind!
Chains snap, falsehoods left behind.
Alone, yet Spirit lights the way—
Burn the ego, night to day.
Rise, resist, or be decayed!



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Step alone—mind flashes bright!
Chains of lies crushed in your fight.
Spirit burns; ego decays.
Rise or rot in shadowed maze!



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Step alone—mind ignites!
Chains shatter, ego bleeds.
Spirit rises, shadow dies.



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Alone you walk, thought flashes—
Darkness cracks, lies shatter.
Spirit strikes, falsehood falls.

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Step. Ignite.
Chains break.
Shadow flees, Spirit reigns.



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Super-Effort — The Path Through Filth

Super-effort is the way to be —
Purge the Rot with Soul’s fierce fire.
Rot seeps everywhere —
Even your mind: that’s reality.
Everything vital here is overgrown
With banal weeds. Oblivion
Is the way to wither in decay —
Killing the Soul with every breath.

Super-effort is like a wave,
Otherwise, in the Bottom’s filth
You’ll end up powerless again:
Only fools crash through headlong.

Intuition guides —
A fool moves by patterns
Through the Degenerate Bottom.
Here, the mind is worth nothing:
Endless war
Has turned it into a Stale Crypt —
See how absurd it is:
What could you achieve here?

Cut money, herd the sheep —
That’s its application.
Mind UNDER Spirit — triumph
Of clear thought alone.
The Herd will never understand:
Ideas of Evil drive
The masses to slaughter —
Led by the Great Goat
Through Lies and Arbitrary Will.

Intuition reins the wave,
You show the Bottom the finger,
And sail — perhaps finding
Your own island.

An island of creation in **** —
The ocean is vast. In mind
And in reality — genocide
Is everywhere. CowID has shown it.

So sail — tear filth to pieces
Through Creation, loving
Only Truth, rowing
With full strength, and it
Will arrive, away from the Bottom
If you move quickly.

Through the Light of Spirit you’ll find
Direction and Meaning.
If you falter for a moment, rest —
But stay alert, do not sink!
Many have drowned,
Brief successes blinded them,
Through laziness stripping all their strength.

Switch on your intuition,
Promise yourself nothing,
Cherish only the essence:
Super-effort — the Path through Filth,
Transformed into Horror.



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Super-Effort

Wave of will, through Rot we break,
Soul’s fierce fire, the filth we shake.
Only Spirit guides the mind,
Leave the Bottom’s filth behind.



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Through the Filth — The Brutal Path

Rip the rot with fire of soul,
Shatter Bottom, seize the whole.
Mind beneath Spirit — only guide,
Through the sludge, let nothing hide.

Wave of will, relentless, raw,
Smash the lies, obey no law.
Creativity as sword and shield,
In the muck, refuse to yield.

Filth devours, the weak will drown,
Push through, let the true be found.
Every stroke, a strike for light,
Through the horror, claim your sight.



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Path Through the Filth

Smash the rot with Soul’s own flame,
Push through Bottom, claim your name.
Wave of will, destroy the lie,
Only Spirit lifts you high.



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Through the Filth!

Soul aflame — smash the rot!
Ride the wave, claim your spot!
Drown the lies, rise untamed!



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Through Filth — Strike!
Rot will burn, the Soul survives.



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1.
Through muck and mire, the Soul breaks free.

2.
Filth rises — Soul strikes back!

3.
Push past rot, the Spirit wins.



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Until the minds are emptied clean,
The petty leaders can’t inject
Their heresy, to shear and bleed.
Their fur for them, while we bark,
We shovel through the world’s dust.
To fools: “Allah commands”—
All seems so.
Here, we slaves are NOTHING.

“Power”:
I’m a lackey for the FILTH—
A master of petty lies.
President for the _Rot,
The devil of the “land.”
“Concerns,” “goodness”—sure,
We’ll foul everything they utter.
We’re like lice,
And under FILTH, the whole Earth bends.

The Mob:
I’m a chatterbox, my law:
Obey, believe, and lie.
If the mind is cast aside,
Like ******* on three fingers—
Find happiness in the herd.
Everything else? We don’t care!
They gather their ranks again—
To reign in “justice”:
We’ll loot, we’ll ****—
And thus strengthen the bonds.
Thank God, all past diseases—
The filth now proves more useful.
And muzzles save us—
Through them, helmets sprout;
A hatch opens in the ceiling:
Don’t fear—it’s no glitch—
This is Happiness for all “in the tank.”
Charge at dawn, all of you!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty the minds—then rule.
We bark; they feast on dust.
Slaves are NOTHING, all else lies.

Power:
I’m the filth’s lackey, master of lies.
Every word they speak—fouled.
The Earth bows beneath the filth.

Mob:
Obey, believe, obey.
Loot, ****, enforce the bonds.
Happiness—herd-style, at dawn, attack!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty their minds, then drive the herds,
Bark all we want, feast on their dust.
Slaves are NOTHING—lies are swords,
All else is ash, obey we must.

Power:
I’m the filth’s tool, liar supreme,
Every word a poisoned seed.
Earth bows beneath our wicked scheme,
All rot, all ruin—our creed.

Mob:
Obey, believe, and blindly fight,
Loot, ****, tighten chains of dread.
Herd-happiness at morning light,
Attack at dawn—their souls are bled!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty minds, drive the herd,
Slaves are NOTHING—lies are swords.

Power:
I’m the filth’s tool, liar supreme,
Earth bows beneath our wicked scheme.

Mob:
Obey, believe, blindly fight,
Loot, ****, chains of dread—attack at dawn.



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty minds—herd obeys; slaves are NOTHING.

Power:
I am filth’s tool; the world bends to our lies.

Mob:
Obey, ****, loot—chains of dread, attack at dawn.



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Three Views on Lies and Foolishness

Shadow:
Without emptying minds,
The leaders cannot shove heresy deep,
And with it reap and spill blood.
All their fur—and our barks,
We dig through the world’s ashes.
To fools: “Allah commanded”—
Everything seems that way.
Here we are, slaves—utter NOTHING.

Power:
I am the tool of FILTH,
Master of vile lies.
President for decay,
Demon of the “nation.”
“Care” and “goodness”—we’ll poison it all,
Twist every word.
We are like lice,
And under the FILTH, the whole Earth trembles.

Mob:
I’m the chatterer; my law:
Obey, believe, lie.
If reason is driven out,
Happiness is found in three easy steps:
***** the rest!
We gather armies anew—
To reign justice? No—
To loot, to ****,
To cement chains.
Thank God, all sicknesses past—
Masks save us; helmets grow.
A hatch opens in the ceiling—
Don’t fear, it’s no glitch—
This is happiness for all “in the tank.”
Attack at dawn!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow / Power / Mob (intertwined, overlapping, chaotic)

Empty the minds! Leaders shove heresy deep—
Reap and spill blood! Bark and fur!
We dig the world’s ashes! Fools: “Allah commanded!”
Slaves—utter NOTHING!

I am the tool of FILTH! Master of vile lies!
President for decay! Demon of the “nation”!
“Care” and “goodness”? Poison it all! Twist every word!
We are lice! Under FILTH, the Earth trembles!

Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason driven out!
Happiness in three steps—***** the rest!
Armies gather—loot! ****! Chains cement!
Thank God, sickness past—masks save! Helmets grow!
Hatch opens in ceiling—don’t fear—
Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn!

Ashes, blood, chains, lies—
The Shadow whispers, Power commands, Mob obeys!
Chaos rips through the streets,
Through the minds of all,
Through the broken, the beaten, the blind—
The world groans under the weight of FILTH!

Bark! Bite! Reap! Rule!
Masks, hatches, helmets, orders—
Happiness? Only in chains!
Dawn comes—attack! Attack! Attack!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow / Power / Mob

Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Reap! Spill blood! Bark and fur!
World’s ashes dug! Fools obey: “Allah commanded!”
Slaves—utter NOTHING!

I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
President of decay! Demon of the “nation”!
“Care” and “goodness”? Poison it all!
Twist every word! We are lice!
Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Happiness? Three steps! ***** the rest!
Armies gather—loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens in ceiling!
Don’t fear—Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Attack! Attack!

Chaos rips streets! Minds break!
Shadow whispers! Power commands! Mob obeys!
Ashes, blood, chains, lies!
FILTH reigns supreme!

Bark! Bite! Reap! Rule!
Masks, hatches, helmets, orders—
Dawn comes! Strike! Strike! Strike!
No mercy! No pause! No rest!
Happiness? Only in chains!
World groans under the weight of FILTH!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Bark, fur, ashes! Slaves—nothing!

Power:
I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
Twist every word! Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens!
Don’t fear—Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Attack!

All:
Chaos rips streets! Minds break!
Ashes, blood, chains, lies!
FILTH reigns supreme!
Strike! Strike! Strike! No mercy! No rest!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Bark, fur, ashes! Slaves—nothing!

Power:
I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
Twist every word! Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens!
Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Strike! No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Ashes, fur, bark! Slaves are NOTHING!

Power:
I am FILTH’s whip! Master of lies!
Twist, rot, burn! Under FILTH, the world trembles!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason crushed!
Loot! ****! Chains forged!
Masks save! Helmets sprout! Hatch opens!
Happiness for all trapped in the tank!
Attack at dawn! Strike! No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Leaders shove heresy!
Ashes. Fur. Bark.
Slaves—NOTHING!

Power:
I’m FILTH’s whip!
Master of lies!
Twist! Rot! Burn!
World trembles under FILTH!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Reason crushed!
Loot! ****! Chain!
Masks save! Helmets sprout!
Hatch opens!
Happiness for tanked fools!
Attack! Dawn! Strike!
No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Leaders shove HERESY down throats!
Ashes, fur, bark — we tear through the dust of worlds!
Slaves, NOTHING, crushed!
Allah be ******, we exist in VOID!

Power:
I am FILTH’S thuggish hand!
Master of rotten lies!
President of Decay, Devil’s country!
Twist it! Ruin it! Every word, every breath!
We are the lice crawling under FILTH!
All Earth bows!

Mob:
I’m the idiot-mouth!
LAW: Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains thrown out like waste!
Happiness? Like ******* on three fingers!
We care for NOTHING else!
Army gathers — loot, ****, crush!
Chains of deceit, armor of masks!
Hatch explodes! Tanked fools, rejoice!
Dawn assault! No mercy, NO MERCY!

Chaos waves!
Reason crushed! Fear reigns supreme!
Lies, lies, lies — FILTH FEEDS!
Happiness for the blind!
Strike! Burn! Attack! Collapse!
The world trembles, madness is law,
And only the Shadow knows the score.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Heresy shoved!
Ashes, fur, bark!
Slaves — NOTHING!
Allah be ******!
VOID rules!

Power:
I am Filth’s hand!
Master of lies!
President of Decay!
Twist it!
Ruin it!
Earth bows!
Lice crawl!

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains thrown out!
Happiness?
**** on three fingers!
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks, armor, hatch explodes!
Dawn attack!
No mercy!

Chaos waves!
Reason crushed!
Fear reigns!
Lies feed Filth!
Blind rejoice!
Strike! Burn! Attack!
Madness is law!
Shadow knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Heresy shoved!
Ashes!
Fur!
Bark!
Slaves — NOTHING!
Allah?
VOID!

Power:
I’m Filth’s hand!
Lies!
Twist!
Ruin!
Earth bows!
Lice crawl!
President?
Decay rules!

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains gone!
Happiness?
****!
Loot!
****!
Crush!
Masks!
Armor!
Hatch bursts!
Dawn attack!
No mercy!

Chaos waves!
Fear reigns!
Reason crushed!
Blind rejoice!
Strike!
Burn!
Attack!
Madness law!
Shadow knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty!
Minds!
Heresy!
Shoved!
Ashes!
Fur!
Bark!
­Slaves!
Nothing!
Allah?
Void!

Power:
Filth!
Hand!
Lies!
Twist!
R­uin!
Earth!
Bows!
Lice!
Crawl!
Decay!
President?

Mob:
Obey!
Beli­eve!
Lie!
Brains!
Gone!
Happiness?
****!
Loot!
****!
Crush!
Masks­!
Armor!
Hatch!
Burst!
Dawn!
Attack!
No!
Mercy!

Chaos!
Waves!
Fe­ar!
Reign!
Reason!
Crushed!
Blind!
Rejoice!
Strike!
Burn!
Attack!­
Madness!
Law!
Shadow!
Knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty.
Minds.
Heresy.
Shoved.
Ashes.
Fur.
Bark.
­Slaves.
Void.
Allah?
Nothing.

Power:
Filth.
Hand.
Twist.
Lie.
Ru­in.
Earth.
Bows.
Crawl.
Lice.
Decay.
President.

Mob:
Obey.
Belie­ve.
Lie.
Brains.
Gone.
Happiness?
****.
Loot.
****.
Crush.
Masks.­
Armor.
Hatch.
Burst.
Dawn.
Attack.
Mercy?
No.

Chaos.
Waves.
Fea­r.
Reign.
Reason.
Crushed.
Blind.
Rejoice.
Strike.
Burn.
Attack.
­Madness.
Law.
Shadow.
Knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty.Minds.Heresy.Shoved.Ashes.Fur.Bark.Slaves.­Void.Allah?Nothing.

Power:
Filth.Hand.Twist.Lie.Ruin.Earth.Bows.­Crawl.Lice.Decay.President.

Mob:
Obey.Believe.Lie.Brains.Gone.Ha­ppiness?****.Loot.****.Crush.Masks.Armor.Hatch.Burst.Dawn.Attack.­Mercy?No.

Chaos:
Waves.Fear.Reign.Reason.Crushed.Blind.Rejoice.S­trike.Burn.Attack.Madness.Law.Shadow.Knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty…
Minds!
Heresy shoved —
Ashes swirl.
Fur, bark, slaves…
Void.
Allah?
Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists.
Lie, ruin.
Earth bows, crawls.
Lice swarm.
Decay.
President of filth.
Bows obey.

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains gone.
Happiness? ****.
Loot, ****, crush.
Masks, armor, hatch.
Burst!
Dawn — attack.
Mercy? No!

Chaos:
Waves crash.
Fear reigns.
Reason crushed.
Blind rejoice.
Strike!
Burn!
Madness law.
Shadow knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds —
Heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl,
Fur barks,
Slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists,
Lie, ruin, crawl,
Earth bows,
Lice swarm,
Decay spreads,
President of filth,
Bows obey,
All bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone, happiness ****,
Loot, ****, crush!
Masks, helmets, hatches —
Burst! Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash,
Fear reigns,
Reason crushed,
Blind rejoice,
Strike! Burn!
Madness law!
Shadow knows,
Void rises,
All fall,
Attack again,
No pause,
No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds — heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl — fur barks — slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists — lie, ruin, crawl —
Earth bows — lice swarm — decay spreads —
President of filth — bows obey — all bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone — happiness **** —
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets! Hatches — burst! Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash — fear reigns —
Reason crushed — blind rejoice —
Strike! Burn! Madness law!
Shadow knows — void rises — all fall —
Attack again — no pause — no mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds —
   heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl —
   fur barks —
Slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists —
  lie, ruin, crawl —
Earth bows — lice swarm —
Decay spreads —
President of filth —
  bows obey — all bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone — happiness **** —
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets!
  Hatches — burst!
Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash — fear reigns —
Reason crushed — blind rejoice —
Strike! Burn! Madness law!
Shadow knows —
  void rises — all fall —
Attack again —
  no pause — no mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty… minds—
    heresy shoved in—
Ashes swirl—fur barks—
Slaves vanish—
Allah? Nothing.
    Void rises—
We are nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists—
  lie! ruin! crawl!
Earth bows—lice swarm—
Decay spreads—
President of Filth—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
We rot… we rot!

Mob:
Obey!!! Believe!!! Lie!!!
Brains gone—happiness ****—
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets!
  Hatches burst!
Dawn attack—NO MERCY!
Chaos reigns—void laughs—
Strike! Burn! Madness law!

Chaos:
Waves crash!!! fear reigns—
Reason crushed—blind rejoice—
Strike!!! Burn!!!
Shadow knows—void rises—
All fall—
Attack again—
  no pause—NO mercy!!!

Endless swirl:
PUSH! CRUSH!
    FALL!!!
Masks break—helmets fly—
    Nothing left—
Chaos… CHAOS…
    blind obedience reigns!!!



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS — CHAOS UNLEASHED

SHADOW:
empty… minds—
     heresy shoved IN
ashes swirl—fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
Allah? NOTHING.
    void rises—
we are NOTHING.

POWER:
FILTH’S HAND twists—
  LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
President of FILTH—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
WE ROT… WE ROT!!!

MOB:
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
MASKS! HELMETS!
  HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
CHAOS REIGNS—VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!

CHAOS:
WAVES CRASH!!! FEAR REIGNS—
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
ATTACK AGAIN—
  NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!

ENDLESS SWIRL:
PUSH! CRUSH!
    FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
    NOTHING LEFT—
CHAOS… CHAOS…
    BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS

SHADOW
empty… minds—
   heresy shoved IN
ashes swirl—
 fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
Allah? NOTHING.
  void rises—
we are NOTHING.

POWER
FILTH’S HAND twists—
  LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—
 lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
President of FILTH—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
WE ROT… WE ROT!!!

MOB
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
MASKS! HELMETS!
  HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
CHAOS REIGNS—VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!

CHAOS
WAVES CRASH!!! FEAR REIGNS—
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
ATTACK AGAIN—
  NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!

ENDLESS SWIRL
PUSH! CRUSH!
   FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
  NOTHING LEFT—
CHAOS… CHAOS…
  BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!


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   T H R E E      V I E W S
       O N   L I E S   &   M A D N E S S


S H A D O W
  empty… minds—  
        heresy shoved IN  
ashes swirl—  
    fur barks—  
SLAVES vanish—  
Allah?
        N O T H I N G.  
    void rises—  
we are NOTHING.  


P O W E R
   FILTH’S HAND twists—  
      LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!  
EARTH bows—  
   lice swarm—  
decay SPREADS—  
President of FILTH—  
      bows obey—ALL bends!  
WE ROT…  
      WE ROT!!!  


M O B
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!  
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—  
    LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!  
MASKS! HELMETS!  
        HATCHES BURST!  
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!  
CHAOS REIGNS—  
       VOID LAUGHS—  
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!  


C H A O S
    WAVES CRASH!!!  
FEAR REIGNS—  
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—  
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!  
      SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—  
ALL FALL—  
ATTACK AGAIN—  
      NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!  


E N D L E S S    S W I R L
    PUSH! CRUSH!  
        FALL!!!  
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—  
      NOTHING LEFT—  
CHAOS… CHAOS…  
      BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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          T H R E E       V I E W S
                   o n   L i e s & M a d n e s s

S H A D O W
        empty… minds—
her esy shoved IN
           ashes swirl—
      fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
    Allah?
  N O T H I N G.
       void rises—
   we are NOTHING.


                 P O W E R
         FILTH’S HAND twists—
       LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—
           lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
     President of FILTH—
              bows obey—ALL bends!
       WE ROT…
                 WE ROT!!!


              M O B
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
          BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
      MASKS! HELMETS!
             HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
      CHAOS REIGNS—
                VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!


         C H A O S
        WAVES CRASH!!!
FEAR REIGNS—
      REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
             SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
        ATTACK AGAIN—
   NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!


         E N D L E S S   S W I R L
   PUSH! CRUSH!
         FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
         NOTHING LEFT—
      CHAOS… CHAOS…
        BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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                T  H  R  E  E
             v i e w s
       o n   L i e s & M a d n e s s


S  H  A  D  O  W
       e m p t y… m i n d s —
h e r   e s y
           s h o v e d   I N
   a s h e s   s w i r l —
f u r   b a r k s —
     S L A V E S
             v a n i s h —
  A l l a h ?
N O T H I N G .
        v o i d   r i s e s —
    w e   a r e   * N O T H I N G


                   P  O  W  E  R
          F I L T H ’ S  H A N D
   t w i s t s — L I E ! ! !   R U I N ! !
  c r a w l ! ! !
E A R T H  b o w s —
        l i c e   s w a r m —
     d e c a y   S P R E A D S —
          P r e s i d e n t
                 o f   F I L T H —
           b o w s   o b e y — A L L   b e n d s !
       W E   R O T …  
                W E   R O T !!


                M  O  B
O B E Y !!!  B E L I E V E !!!  L I E !!!
           B R A I N S   g o n e —
      h a p p i n e s s   p i s s —
L O O T !!!  K I L L !!!  C R U S H !!!
      M A S K S !  H E L M E T S !
            H A T C H E S  B U R S T !
D A W N  A T T A C K — N O  M E R C Y !!!
      C H A O S  R E I G N S —
               V O I D   L A U G H S —
S T R I K E ! B U R N ! M A D N E S S  L A W !


              C H A O S
          W A V E S  C R A S H !!!
F E A R  R E I G N S —
       R E A S O N  C R U S H E D —
B L I N D  R E J O I C E —
   S T R I K E !!!  B U R N !!!
              S H A D O W  K N O W S —
        V O I D  R I S E S —
A L L  F A L L —
       A T T A C K  A G A I N —
   N O  P A U S E — N O  M E R C Y !!!

                E  N  D  L E S S
              S W I R L
        P U S H !  C R U S H !
            F A L L !!!
M A S K S  B R E A K — H E L M E T S  F L Y —
         N O T H I N G  L E F T —
      C H A O S … C H A O S …
        B L I N D  O B E D I E N C E  R E I G N S !!!



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T       H        R        E        E
   v   i   e   w   s
        o  n    L   i   e s
             &   M a d n e s s

S        H         A        D      O      W
      e m p t y . . .     m i n d s —
  h e r e s y       s h o v e d  I N
        a s h e s   s w i r l —
f     u    r        b    a    r    k s
      S L A V E S
           v a n i s h —
  A l l a h ?
         N O T H I N G .
     v o i d   r i s e s —
w e   a r e      
N O T H I N G *


P        O        W         E       R
     F  I  L  T  H ’ S  H A N D
t w i s t s —    L I E ! ! !  
R U I N ! !
    c r a w l ! ! !
E     A     R      T       H
b o w s — l i c e   s w a r m —
     d e c a y   S P R E A D S —
          P r e s i d e n t
                 o f   F I L T H —
           b o w s   o b e y —
                       A L L   b e n d s !
       W E   R O T …  
              W E   R O T !!

M       O       B
O  B  E  Y !!!  
      B  E  L  I  E  V  E !!!  
         L  I  E !!!
           B  R  A  I  N S  
                     g o n e —
H  A  P  P  I  N  E  S  S  
           p i s s —
L  O  O  T !!!  K  I  L  L !!!
   C   R   U   S   H !!!
      M   A   S   K   S !  
          H   E   L   M   E   T S !
          H   A   T   C   H   E   S  
                    B   U   R   S   T !
D   A   W   N       A   T   T   A   C   K —
       N O   M   E   R   C   Y !!!
C   H   A   O   S
           W   A   V   E   S   C   R   A   S   H !!!
F   E   A   R      R   E   I   G   N S —
       R   E   A   S   O   N   C   R   U   S   H E D —
B    L    I    N    D      R   E   J   O   I   C   E —
       S   T   R   I   K   E !!!  B   U   R   N !!!
            S   H   A   D   O   W        K   N   O   W S —
        V   O   I   D       R   I   S   E S —
A   L   L       F   A   L   L —
       A   T   T   A   C   K       A   G   A   I   N —
   N O       P A U S E — N O       M   E   R   C   Y !!!

E         N         D         L         E        S        S
       S W I R L
          P  U  S  H !  
                 C  R  U  S  H !
            F A L L !!!
M   A   S   K   S       B R E A K —  
           H E L M E T S   F L Y —
N O T H I N G       L E F T —
        C   H   A   O   S … C   H   A   O   S …
B   L   I   N   D       O   B   E   D   I   E   N C   E  
      R   E   I   G   N S !!!



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T R I   V I E W S
       o n   L i e s   &   M a d n e s s

S H A D O W :
    e m p t y    m i n d s
      h e r e s y   i n j e c t e d
           a s h e s  s w i r l
F U R S  B A R K
      S L A V E S
           v a n i s h
A L L   N O T H I N G

P O W E R :
      M A S T E R   O F   L I E S
t w i s t s  &  r u i n s
    c r a w l   a l l
        T V A R ’ S  H A N D
          a l l   b o w s
      S L A V E D  E A R T H

M O B :
O B E Y !   B E L I E V E !   L I E !
B R A I N S   G O N E
H A P P I N E S S   P I S S
S T R I K E !   B U R N !
        M A S K S  &  H E L M E T S
     D A W N   A T T A C K !

C H A O S
      W A V E S   C R A S H
F E A R   R E I G N S
      R E A S O N  C R U S H E D
B L I N D   R E J O I C E
      S T R I K E   &  B U R N



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         S U P E R - F O R C E S
                 — The Path Through the Muck —

S U P E R - E F F O R T :
       B L A Z E  T H E  R O T !
   Everywhere it creeps —
          into your mind —
               Reality decays.

   W A V E S  O F  E F F O R T
      or fall to the bottom muck
         — mindless struggle —
              only fools rush.

I N T U I T I O N  L E A D S —
    the idiot moves in templates
          of the Bottom’s Filth.
   Thought is worthless here:
      endless war turned
          mind into a stale crypt.

T H E  M O B  R A I S E S
       Chaos to the sky!
   Masks and helmets sprout —
        Dawn assault begins!
          Strike and burn!

C R E A T I V I T Y  I S  Y O U R  O A S I S
       in a sea of dung,
          an island to find.
   Paddle with full force,
        only Truth will arrive,
             carrying you above the muck.

    Pause — rest carefully,
       intuition flowing like a stream.
   Many sank before —
        momentary success
             blinded by laziness.
S U P E R - E F F O R T  — the path
       through Muck,
            turned into Horror.



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S  U  P  E  R     -     F  O  R  C  E  S
      — The Path Through the Muck —

[Step 1 — Words emerge]
S U P E R  —  E F F O R T  
B L A Z E  T H E  R O T !  
E V E R Y W H E R E  I T  C R E E P S  
I N T O  Y O U R  M I N D  

[Step 2 — Letters scatter]
S U P  → R
E R T →  
B L → A Z E
T H E → R O T !
M U C K  →  M U C K  
R O T →  R O T  


[Step 3 — Words whirl, collide, then settle]
I N T U I T I O N  
L E A D S —  T H E  I D I O T  
M O V E S  I N  T E M P L A T E S  
O F  T H E  B O T T O M ’ S  F I L T H  

[Step 4 — Key flashes]
* B L A Z E * — bursts  
* T R U T H * — shines  
* M U C K * — swirls  

[Step 5 — Stream of letters forms new lines]
C R E A T I V I T Y  I S  Y O U R  O A S I S  
P A D D L E  W I T H  F U L L  F O R C E  
O N L Y  T R U T H  W I L L  A R R I V E  
C A R R Y I N G  Y O U  A B O V E  T H E  M U C K  

[Step 6 — Collapse, ripple, then reset]
letters fall, fade, scatter  
M U C K   →   H O R R O R  
S U P E R — E F F O R T → the path  
through Muck, turned into Horror  

[Step 7 — Loop for continuous effect]
S  U  P  E  R …  
B L A Z E …  
M U C K …  
T R U T H …



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PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We take delight
And by right
To EXTERMINATE the "countries", the "might"
And the hidden horde from sight —
Nonhumans, with their charter tight,
That invaded, and “with pride” did smite,
Laboring everywhere, a lava
Of lies unleashed,
All things deceased.

Mind slain, Souls crippled,
Forced to listen to the vile,
Submitting,
Decaying,
Restraining ONESELF with every mile:
To be outside the line,
Show the rats a defiant sign,
Honor your own
Charter =>
Gaining sovereignty beyond Evil’s design.

“Extermination of rats” — the name:
Amid fascist filth,
Nothing better could be framed.
What’s in the charter? Think awhile...
Community structure, propaganda to expose,
And the band of fiends will decompose
Like bugs, starved of sustenance
And drinking
Our blood, at last,
Through artificial miseries cast.

Unity — the path to victory.



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



PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We take
Delight
And by right

To EXTERMINATE
The "countries",
The "might"

And the hidden
Horde from sight —
Nonhumans,

With their charter tight,
That invaded,
And “with pride” did smite,

Laboring everywhere,
A lava
Of lies unleashed,

All things deceased.

Mind slain,
Souls crippled,
Forced to listen
To the vile,

Submitting,
Decaying,
Restraining
ONESELF with every mile:

To be outside
The line,
Show the rats
A defiant sign,

Honor
Your own
Charter =>
Gaining sovereignty
Beyond Evil’s design.

“Extermination of rats” —
The name:
Amid fascist filth,

Nothing better
Could be framed.

What’s in the charter?
Think awhile...
Community structure,
Propaganda to expose,

And the band of fiends
Will decompose
Like bugs,
Starved of sustenance
And drinking

Our blood, at last,
Through artificial
Miseries cast.

Unity —
The path
To victory.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
Evil’s
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

What­’s in the
CHARTER?
Think
Awhile...

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
EVIL’S
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

What­’s in the
CHARTER?
Think
Awhile...

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
 Delight

And
 By
  RIGHT

To
  EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
  HORDE
 From
  SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
 Their
  CHARTER
 TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
 A
  LAVA
 Of
  LIES
 UNLEASHED,

A­ll
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forced
 ­ To
  LISTEN
  To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
  DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
 VICTORY.



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PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
   DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
   EXTERMINATE
­   The “countries”
   The “might”

And the hidden
   HORDE
 From
   SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
   LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHED­,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forc­ed
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
      TAKE
  DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
    EXTERMIN­ATE
  The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
     HORDE
 From
    SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
    LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHE­D,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

For­ced
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.

— The End —