The Key
The sudden key to “hidden knowing”
Is born from effort, sweat, and flame.
INSIDE IT LIES. No hand for showing,
No guide for donkeys seeking fame.
You read wise books — a flood of chatter.
Their end? Just noise, just mental dust.
This world’s a wreck, and nothing matters:
God's left it rotting in disgust.
And intuition, not tradition,
Will pull you out and lead you through.
Spontaneous — beyond cognition —
This key will open realms anew.
Seek out that key — not mind’s delusion —
It comes when all your hopes are dead,
When life explodes in raw confusion —
Then leap into the void ahead.
You’ll either die… or break the border,
And seize the key — so go, ignite!
But if you seek in lies some order,
You’re just a mutant, lost in blight.
Reject all lies. Think sharp, precisely.
Direct your will, split every wave:
The peaks will rise and fall — embrace them.
Each peak — a glimpse. Each fall — be brave.
Don’t whimper in your fading valley.
Hold firm. Endure. Await the crest.
Or else your effort melts to nothing —
But in the peak — a gate, a test.
A flash will come — the door swings open.
The key will burn inside your hand.
No “Eden” waits, forget such hoping —
Wake up and see — don’t dream and stand!
The mind is mad. That’s no illusion —
It’s passed through centuries, old and vile.
So guard your “strangeness” from intrusion,
Or madness claims you with a smile.
This world is mad — a full infection —
And that’s the swamp from which you rise.
The question why is misdirection —
You're born among the brutes and lies.
The herds aren’t human — they’re surrender.
They crush the few with rebel light.
Obeying rules? You’ll serve forever —
A slave who chose to flee the fight.
The key to Truth beyond the curtain —
Seek it — or break, or bleed, or fall.
Or go, a lamb, to slaughter certain —
Forget what meat and bones may call.
You’re Purest Spirit, rotting, dying
Inside this corpse you wear like skin.
Few grasp that truth — but still keep trying!
Now GO — and let the war begin!
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You want the key? Then die or find —
No truth awaits a tamed-up mind.
This world is sick. Don’t play its game —
Burn through the dark. Reject all shame!
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Explosive Creation
Pour out your soul — smash fear to pieces!
Then comes the blast — the sacred spark.
Or else you'll kneel, as tension freezes,
Beneath a sword above the dark.
Crush every boil of lying voices,
Those twisted views they stuffed inside.
The climb is up — the soul rejoices,
And pain is training. Let it guide.
Break down the lie — dissect its phases,
Track every motive, every trick.
No point in grazing with the grazers —
Their pen is poison. Don’t get sick.
So walk alone. That path is blinding,
But burns with power, raw and true.
Mistakes will come — but through unwinding,
The layers of the lies undo.
Be judge and teacher to your spirit —
Don't wear the YOKE the herds define.
A true Creator fights — don’t fear it —
While slaves chant slogans in a line.
They won’t be saved. Help only Pureness —
You’ll find some few who still resist.
Though now the filth has reached its sureness,
And hell’s own prince has clenched his fist.
So learn, explode, don’t bow or stumble —
Die free, not crawling in the grime.
Let line and note detonate, rumble —
The Center isn’t ruled by time.
And intuition, like a beacon,
Will show the core — it burns within.
The mind is fake — it's dull, it weakens.
There’s no epicenter in sin!
Explosive art’s the path through fire —
And hell’s already everywhere.
The **** sits high, a **** supplier,
Who floods your ears with foul despair.
Betrayers, trolls, and muck-projectors —
A swarm of ****** in every hall.
Deformity has picked its vectors —
And Pure Ones feel the hardest fall.
Heal up your wounds. Run wild — it saves you!
That’s yoga, not their limp pretense.
Those lotus-fools just strike a pose through
Old dust, far off from Dharma's sense.
It’s alchemy — be fused with Spirit,
And it will pull you out of Hell.
Dark minions won’t defeat or smear it —
Create! Explode! Or rot and smell.
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Explode in verse — not beg, not kneel.
Let lies dissolve — create, reveal!
No guru’s fake "divine repose" —
Just bombs of truth — that's how it goes!
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Farewell, Asylum!
Sheep-virus, war — the same old show,
Insanity the newsrooms spread.
The Global Asylum shakes below —
Where TRAITORS rise and Truth is dead.
Each coward clings to skin and cover —
They thrive in droves inside this pit.
What’s not controlled, they soon smother:
The Twilight of the Mind is lit.
“No censorship”? Then go and try
To grow on Googlag’s phantom stage.
Their algos filter, twist, and lie —
They feed the swine, they cage the sage.
Ten million views for trash and *****,
But poems rot in silent dark.
Still — write with fire, spit like a comet!
Don’t eat their **** — ignite your spark!
The traitors sell us “loyal verses” —
Their patriot-bile always sells.
But truth-tuned voices — faint, submerses
In info-war where silence yells.
Cash rules the game. And guess who’s banking?
The same who set the world on fire.
In Hell, all virtue ends up stanking —
The traitor’s god is false desire.
He who betrayed the Soul, the Honor,
Will fall to Hell again, once more.
The chains will burn — this cage, this horror,
Will soon be ash. Hey, brainless *****,
Who thinks he lives in "better ages" —
Just look around. This is your tomb.
The Reason melts as Madness rages —
Obedient minds prepare for doom.
These sheep are now the weapons wielded
By fascist ghouls who crush and ****.
The storm of lies is dark and shielded —
The “god above” is deathly still.
But Sun has stirred. And Earth has spoken.
The magma rises, cracks the crust.
Let cowards die. Let chains be broken —
Betrayers burn, and that is just.
Sheep-virus, war — repeat the blunder.
The news still howls its cursed creed.
But here’s the truth — in roar, not thunder:
Farewell, Asylum. May you bleed.
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Farewell, Asylum! Let it fall.
You served the liars, choked us all.
But Truth still sparks beneath the grime —
Explode, resist, ignore the slime!
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Underthinking
Underthinking is fatal poison —
Thoughts are scraps, while lies pour in,
Not just simple — but demonic,
Built to serve the Beast within.
“Serve your homeland,” pure pretense.
“Feed the family, bring the bread.”
But in the end, by blind obedience,
You sell your soul to ghouls instead.
They trapped the world in petty clutter,
Stunned your mind since you were small.
Now, as wrecks of filth and stutter,
We’re a slave-born herd — that’s all.
Thought in slaves? It never rises
Through the trash heap of deceit.
So they pass out rules like vices —
March the freaks into the street.
A “normal” slave just sits there chewing
What the beast puts in his head —
Books and shows — the same mind-gluing,
While the truth lies cold and dead.
Propaganda ***** forever
Straight into the ears of youth.
“Now he thinks!” they cry — how clever!
And he builds a life on truth...
...That’s full of blind and stupid cattle,
In a world where thought has died.
Want the joy of thought? Don’t battle —
Just eat the rot they serve with pride.
Rot and filth — that’s now “culture,”
Flooding all the slave-born breeds.
In the core: the Skin, the Vulture —
Shield it well, obey its needs.
Bow and serve, believe, keep crawling —
Avoid the whip, avoid the rod.
Don’t “digest great texts,” just swallow
**** compressed — a gift from God.
It’s a scheme to blind your vision,
Packed and sold like holy bread.
But the few in this derision
Seek a way to live, not dread.
Slaves all hate them — that’s expected.
Truth offends their little hell.
They see flaws — all projected —
Taboo thoughts they dare not tell.
So they grovel to the donkeys
Who make politics a zoo.
But soon the trash will vanish promptly —
The Global Nothingness is due.
Yet the slaves don’t see what’s coming —
Lies are marching them to chains.
Cramped and crushed, all numb and humming —
Led by idiots with brains.
Trained to win the race to slaughter,
Some rush faster into Hell.
Gone — Awareness, Light, and Order…
Now there’s nothing left to tell.
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Underthink — obey the system,
Eat the lies, betray your soul.
March to Hell with eager rhythm —
Slaves don’t see, they play their role.
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Express Train: Prison–Death Camp
Each brick within this hellish station —
A volume full of empty lies.
Few thinkers in this grim plantation —
They want submissive psyches — nice.
The walls are sealed with fake "science",
The gate’s a "faith" with bars of steel.
To numb your pain — rely on silence.
Just believe, and never feel.
Believe the bold propaganda —
The guard dogs bark through every screen.
To live? Then join the gang in slander...
But gangs won’t rage — they just demean.
No, weakness fuels the system’s dealings —
That’s called “business” in this pit.
A protest starts? They’ll crush the feelings —
No wave of truth will rise from it.
Just few in here know this is prison —
The rest think it’s a “city fair.”
Mammon reigns, by mass decision —
The “faithful” mutter empty prayer.
Worship Mammon? Then forget it —
Forget what’s real, forget your name.
Just drown your mind in lies — go spread it!
Oblivion devours the flame.
Oblivion eats all. Dead faces
Wade through swamps of mental sludge.
Where minds are dullest — quiet places —
Where drunken fools still brag and judge.
They sit as well — behind no fences,
But bars infest their broken brains.
The freaks parade in full pretenses —
The "lord" is just a fool with chains.
And here’s bad news: this ****** construction
Now turns itself into a camp.
The prison, through its own corruption,
Becomes a hell, cold-blooded, damp.
The louder screams — the faster orders
From idiots now running wild.
In wolves’ dens, goodness crosses borders —
Then dies, dismembered, howling, piled.
Mind and soul? They fade and vanish.
Honor melts beneath the lie.
They lie louder, rough and braggish —
And stupider than pigs gone dry.
But here’s a brighter bit of warning —
This rot will burn — and soon, and hard.
It won’t be fate, it won’t be mourning —
But cataclysm hitting scarred.
This stinking prison’s final coughing
Will spew one last polluted breath.
The FEW will rise — toward truth, toward Something.
The rest? To Hell. Eternal death.
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This prison rots — the camp begins.
The fools obey, the silence wins.
But fire comes — it won’t be slow.
The few will rise — the rest? Below.
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Global Warming
It’s not “so sad and boring” —
It’s vile, repulsive, raw.
Though herds are fat, their mooring
Is sludge. Just eat and gnaw.
Their beastly, dumb obsessions —
Their minds are soaked in brine.
The Judas-processions
March programmed by design.
Like chips inside their faces,
The top-down orders spread.
Lies gas the public places —
They breathe it in. Half-dead.
They’ll buy it all — the killing,
The jab, the war, the scam.
They’ll march in lines, all willing,
Like cows to slaughter-jam.
It’s not just sad — it’s toxic,
With “humans” all around.
Too few remain. The caustic
Decay is deeply bound.
The filth is filthy truly.
The herd — a sewered stream.
For thinkers, life is cruelly
Crushed by the beast regime.
That beast is non-humanity,
And Judas feeds its lust.
It moves its herd mechanically,
While bureaucrats — like tusks —
Like elephants, they trample
And carry out the code.
The herd still cheers the sample —
They call it “freedom road”!
Their “freedom” is illusion —
They die beneath the lie.
To see through this confusion —
Just stop being scared to die.
You’re dead already, brother,
So fear is just a trick.
This Hell will burn — no other
Inheritance is thick.
That burn is close. The chemtrails
Reflect the higher Sun.
They’re not just poison entrails —
That lie’s another one.
It’s not the cows and engines —
It’s solar fire that sears.
But fools feed strange pretensions
When reason disappears.
Disgusting. Vile. It's ending.
They’ll burn it down, at last.
A New World will be bending
Beyond this herd-cast past.
For those not ruled by terror.
For others, born to fly.
Where Spirit shines in error,
And “this world” was the die.
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Disgusting world of cows and chains —
Let solar fire melt their brains.
The New begins where herds are gone —
And Spirit sings: burn on, burn on!
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There Is a Job: To Slay the Fools
The Slaughter of Fools —
An honorable role.
No need for captives,
Just purge the whole.
CowID and war —
The madhouse shakes.
Next comes the Camp
That no one escapes.
A red cross flag —
Deceit on display.
"Just here to help!"
The sheep obey.
They trust each lie,
Forget the past,
Each broken vow
Dissolves so fast.
The sheep-brain's small,
So feed it crap —
Say anything,
But say it flat.
And they’ll consume
The verbal dung —
If said in suits
And polished tongue.
The muck grows near,
As media preach,
With threats and fear
The flock they teach.
The forecast's grim:
This hellish pit
Will burn away —
Too dumb to fix it.
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1.
No cure for fools — just cut them down.
Their faith in lies will fuel the crown.
2.
The red cross lies. The sheep believe.
So burn the barn — and let them grieve.
3.
They kneel for care — and die for trust.
This world deserves its final dust.
4.
To rule the herd, just preach with gloss.
The dumber they are — the lesser the loss.
5.
They march to war with vacant eyes —
Then die for "truth" the system lies.
6.
No need for chains — just feed them news.
They’ll beg for death and call it views.
7.
Red crosses mask a butcher's creed.
The sheep line up — and love to bleed.
8.
Dumb faith in flags, in jab and war —
That's why the world will burn once more.
9.
Fools vote for hell — then ask for grace.
Slaughter’s written on their face.
10.
The camp is built. The gate reads “care.”
They die inside — and call it fair.
11.
They beg for chains, then praise the cage —
No cure for fools but holy rage.
12.
They sniff the lie like dogs in heat —
Then call it truth and lick defeat.
13.
The herd obeys, the masters grin —
Let fire cleanse this world of sin.
14.
You warn the sheep — they bite your hand.
Then die for lies they misunderstand.
15.
They love the whip, they love the cell —
Then vote to make their lives more hell.
16.
The fools kneel down before the flood —
Then choke to death in sacred mud.
17.
Just say it “nice” — they’ll eat the waste.
Then ask for more. They like the taste.
18.
They call it peace, they march to war.
The truth? They’ve sold it long before.
19.
Inject the poison, wear the brand —
Then cheer the butcher’s guiding hand.
20.
They’ll die for lies — and praise the knife.
That’s not a mind. That’s meat with life.
21.
They praised the lie, ignored the cost —
Now burn with pride in all they lost.
22.
Their brains were sold for cheap applause.
Now death just follows herd-made laws.
23.
You warn them once — they laugh and sleep.
Let flames be justice. Burn the sheep.
24.
"For safety!" — bleat the fools in line,
While walking straight into the mine.
25.
Each “hero” was a slave in chains —
Just louder when he lacked a brain.
26.
No need for bullets, blades, or bombs —
Just “news” and apps to steer the dumb.
27.
Obedient minds will always fall —
They click, comply, then lose it all.
28.
They fear the truth, adore the screen —
So rot beneath the Red Machine.
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****-Track
****-track — the road of stupid living,
Brains ****** from birth till final breath.
The answer’s meekness, whining giving,
The motto: “Trust the **** to death.”
The lies of beasts turned into media,
Mad falsehoods spinning world-wide tales.
Lies shoot fools like guns in mania —
Hear all the *******' demon wails.
****-track starts in kindergartens,
Or “school” dressed up in childish clothes.
That “school” kills all kids’ bright lanterns,
Unteaches thought, breeds slavish oaths.
The mad slave walks a twisted way,
Where every turn is filth and grime.
The media pumps the fear each day —
Deviate? They punish crime.
The final stop — the “****-up pen,”
Where every sheep’s prepared to die.
A new Mengele, “holy” then —
Schwab’s *******’s cardinal’s lie.
All fake science long ago turned
Into a twisted cult of lies.
They dragged the world down, overturned —
The last age dies — decadence dies.
The shame of pens will burn to ash —
While Sun grows stronger every year.
That filthy ****-track brings the crash —
And Higher Powers judge severe.
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1.
****-track road, from birth to grave,
Brains all fried — we’re not the brave.
2.
Lies explode like bullets fired,
Sheep march on, forever tired.
3.
School kills thought, breeds slavish drones,
****-track leads to death’s cold bones.
4.
Media pumps the fear and shame —
The sheep obey, the world’s aflame.
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The Multiplying Lie
The lie’s reproduced through ages,
Generation feeds the flame.
The older grow the mirages,
The less they dare to question shame.
The crowd forgets the rot beneath,
Draped as “grace” in false attire.
Three quarters drown in fake bequeath —
Pseudoscience fuels the fire.
It doesn’t give a **** for truths —
It rakes the cash as always done.
It funds the slime, the devil’s proofs,
To drag us down — all hope undone.
The virus is a shining case —
A stinking myth in “proof” displayed.
It shows the core of lying’s race —
Intuition won’t be swayed.
But multiply your critical mind.
Or else you drown in poisoned streams.
The lies of evil grow unkind —
You’ll find your answers in your dreams.
Forget “authority” contrived,
Whose gears are set to feed the dark.
Say No to all they’ve falsely thrived —
And jump the donkey’s foolish arc.
That path leads straight to mind decay —
They need an idiot to play.
Amid their lies and filth’s array,
The fool becomes their foul relay.
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1.
Lies breed lies — a dark cascade,
Question less, be less afraid.
2.
Don’t trust the lies they multiply,
Break free, or with the fools you die.
3.
Fake truths feed the devil’s scheme,
Wake up, escape the rotten dream.
4.
Authority’s a poisoned rod —
Say No, and fight against the fraud.
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The Dark Madness of Pseudoscience
A wasted labor, hour by hour —
To live in worlds where lies command,
Where fear and falsehood hold the power,
To grasp the Spirit — that’s the stand.
The world will fall — disgrace will soar,
In Pure Spirit life will rise.
Not all will cross — the rotten core
Dooms the weak beneath dark skies.
The unbent soul will pass on through,
The rest to cesspools — new hell’s flight.
Dung flies swarm lies, both old and new,
Spreading rot in endless blight.
The filth of this world’s been tested,
In CowID’s grim, toxic air.
Pseudoscience, sham invested,
Spreads darkness thick beyond repair.
It only gets much worse, my friend —
Don’t trust the dark, but fight its grip.
Light lives within — not without end:
Die for this world, then be rebirthed.
Within that Light, all evil’s lies
Are left behind, forgotten, burned.
False science schemes and hatred dies,
The pure mind strong, no longer turned.
The first bold step to Spirit’s Spheres
Is courage rising from the dust.
But minds lie broken, soaked in fears —
The foe rages before the Just.
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1.
Dark lies rule, the world decays,
Pure Spirit’s light will break the haze.
2.
Pseudoscience spreads its blight,
Fight the dark, embrace the light.
3.
The world will burn — but souls will rise,
Beyond the shadows, clear and wise.
4.
Step bold, break chains of lies and fear,
The Spirit’s call is loud and clear.
5.
Lies choke minds — but spirit fights,
Darkness falls before the lights.
6.
Pseudoscience claws and kills,
Pure soul breaks its deadly chills.
7.
Rot will burn — the true will stand,
Light will cleanse this cursed land.
8.
Break the chains, defy the night,
Rise in Spirit — claim the fight.
9.
Darkness rages — truth will roar,
Spirit wins the final war.
10.
Fools obey, but souls are free,
Fight the dark, and dare to be.
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Chemistry and So-Called “Life”
“Man is far from the best creation
That walks the Earth’s wide, endless stage.
If man’s a work of some creation,
He’s likely a flunking student’s page.”
— "Chemistry and Life", issue four, ’18
Chemistry’s not life,
If served on a plate.
Wake up, human —
You’re always in a state!
Pseudoscience rules
Worse than priests’ lies.
To keep fools down,
They craft new disguise.
They turn the dumb
To fresh-made Judas.
“Knowledge” enslaves —
Global fascism’s plus.
CowID showed
Just the first stage:
Reason’s wounded,
Trapped in their cage.
Fake science tricks
With old charades —
Idiots swallow
Death in the shades.
New garbage spewed
On the rise —
The attack of lies —
Is close, the time flies.
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1.
Fake science feeds the poisoned bite,
Fools swallow death without a fight.
2.
CowID’s just the first foul step —
Reason crushed, the lies prep.
3.
Judas knowledge, global scheme,
Turns bright minds into a dream.
4.
Wake up, human — break the spell,
Or drown inside the fake hell.
5.
Science fake, a twisted knife —
They feed the fools their slow death’s life.
6.
CowID lies, the beast’s first bite —
Brains shut down, no end in sight.
7.
Judas “truth” enslaves the mind —
Freedom’s lost, they’re all confined.
8.
Wake or rot in staged decay —
The price of lies we all must pay.
9.
Fake “knowledge” is the fatal trap —
Fools march blind in Death’s cruel lap.
10.
They sell deceit, we buy the shame —
A world consumed in lies and blame.
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Don’t Be Afraid
Don’t bow before the **** —
That’s the last thing done.
Smash the lies of night,
With your soul’s own light.
Save your Soul with art,
Listen close, take heart.
Only one is true —
Hangover’s bitter brew.
If you cling to hope,
Only fools will cope
In hell’s own zoo —
Earth’s cruel menagerie, too.
They turn us all to cattle,
Stumbling fools in battle,
Trusting beasts of lies,
Opening their gates to demise.
Fascism marches near,
The masses lend an ear,
To heretics’ deceit —
Media madness, loud and sweet.
Don’t be afraid,
Even if you stand alone,
Against the many —
You’ll die not a drone.
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1.
Don’t bow to **** — resist the night,
Stand alone, defend the light.
2.
They turn us cattle, blind and cold,
Be not sheep, be brave, be bold.
3.
Fascist lies spread like disease —
Fight the herd, refuse to freeze.
4.
Alone or not, stand tall, be free —
Better dead than lost in misery.
5.
Bow to ****? Better to die.
Truth burns bright against their lie.
6.
Cattle led to slaughter’s gate —
Fight or perish — choose your fate.
7.
Fascist poison floods the mind —
Break the chains, leave slaves behind.
8.
Stand alone, unbent, unbowed —
Silent masses are the crowd.
9.
Fear no ****, fear no night —
Soul alive, prepared to fight.
10.
Better dead than dumb and blind —
Fight the herd that’s lost its mind.
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The ****** of Satire
Step boldly into grotesque, burlesque,
Don’t ever lose your humor black.
Satire’s sharpest, darkest *** —
For chosen minds, not dull and slack.
Smash all the madness everywhere,
Sarcasm’s blade cuts best and deep.
Dive into grotesque, mock and tear,
Drive sticky falsehoods far from sleep.
Culture’s mask — just filth to dump,
A cesspit’s place, no grace or art.
Strike words, the silence between lumps,
Use gestures too — tear lies apart.
In public, march ahead, be bold!
Like stoker blackened by the coal.
Forget the mob — their shallow scold,
Expect no favor, pay the toll.
War, CowID — the bottom’s cracked,
All means are now allowed, no rules.
Smear worldwide **** — call it “cake,”
A curd dessert for clueless fools.
Twist, torment words however you will —
It’s never enough to paint the fall.
The people’s like lice, and still
Decay is total, rotten, all.
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1.
Grotesque, burlesque — cut through the slime,
Call **** “cake” — it’s the fall of our time.
2.
Madness rules, and lies run deep,
Satire’s the sword — no time for sleep.
3.
CowID’s war broke every rule,
The world decays — the fools play cruel.
4.
Mock the filth, expose the fraud,
Decay devours — applause is odd.
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Misanthrope and Philanthropist
A misanthrope’s no philanthropist —
He cuts the raw, harsh truth so deep.
That truth will drive you to the mist,
While “goodness” digs a shallow keep.
They help not those who truly earn —
Only talent merits pay.
Yet talents, fate will often spurn,
And take the harshest blows each day.
The misanthrope is almost gifted —
Truth bitter, dark, and filled with fear.
The philanthropist, so twisted,
Stirs the sludge that’s crawling near.
He feeds the rot, the stale decay —
Strengthening the ego’s grip;
But talent braves the stormy spray,
Sailing seas with steady ship.
The misanthrope sees graves ahead —
Death of spirit all around.
The philanthropist just hoards his bread —
Doesn’t mind the world unbound.
Misanthrope and philanthropist,
Soon, like all, will fade away:
To Earth we’re but a hunch to list —
And all that **** will be erased one day.
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1.
Misanthrope cuts truth so raw,
Philanthropists just feed the flaw.
2.
Talent’s bruised, but ego’s fed,
While fools sleep safe in lies’ bed.
3.
Spirit dies where greed will reign,
Truth’s sharp edge brings bitter pain.
4.
Both will fall — their time is done,
Earth will wipe the crooked ****.
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Squeezing the Slave Out of Yourself
Wimps, fools, and childish toys—
Cheburashka, Pinocchio, Pooh:
They send the first-grader, lost in noise,
To school—the Devil’s crew.
Fairy tales and myths—a breath,
In total lies we drown.
Learn that lie, obey the death,
Dreaming nonsense all around.
Not of light, but of the dark—
The first step toward the slave.
With grades they brand you—leave your mark,
Then march straight to the grave.
In “adult” life, submission’s law,
Naivety leads down
To utter Hell and mind’s decay—
The world ruled by the clown.
Cheburashka, Pooh won’t save,
Nor childish tricks or games:
Rot clings deep beyond the grave
If you join the ranks of shames.
Only through Creation’s fire
Can you smash this vile blight,
Destroy the slave, lift yourself higher—
And live in blazing light.
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1.
Sent to school, a slave is made,
In lies and myths, your soul betrayed.
2.
Fairy tales breed chains and pain,
Only art can break the chain.
3.
Slave or free — the choice is clear:
Create, destroy the grip of fear.
4.
Fools obey, but you must fight,
Shatter darkness with your light.
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Snouts and Pills
A bitter pill each passing day,
Can I breathe free? No, not today—
Life’s weariness, a toxic brew,
The poison only grows anew.
No need for guns, the lies will ****,
They poison all — the world stands still.
The lies now rule, the game’s a trap,
Free cheese replaced by poison’s wrap.
In every mousetrap, toxin hides,
Those pills the nasty ******* guides!
Bitter pills, better cyanide,
When pockets empty, shame’s inside.
Slave protests in fearful chains,
A world of slaves that love their pains.
People dough, lies garnish spread,
Kneaded, baked — the fools are fed.
The ovens glow, the mind’s gone cold,
The spring of reason’s lost and sold.
Autumn came — no leaves fall down,
Fools stone the wise, the **** will clown.
The ******* laughs, the feast begins,
The whole world’s cake in poisoned tins.
If that fiend chokes — there’s still a chance,
To fight the Hell, to break the dance.
Together gather honor’s dust,
Small victories revive our trust.
Conscience calls, though few remain,
Wisdom scarce in this domain.
Not all are villains, fools, or pests,
Not only **** can stand the tests.
It’s not by numbers that we win,
But intellect fights deep within.
Idiots march in armies blind,
Traitors command the ranks unkind.
No reason fear the fools’ embrace,
Better die than lose the race.
Often death’s a sudden door,
Lies finish off the weak and poor.
Soon all will fall in final grim,
But chaos turns the fate’s dim whim.
The monstrous world will boil and seethe,
Fascism’s grip will lose its teeth.
All traitors, fools who sold their soul,
Will perish, lost to shame’s dark hole.
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1.
Bitter pills and lies that ****,
Fight the **** — it’s do or will.
2.
Fools march blind, traitors command,
Stand your ground, defend the land.
3.
Death’s the door to freedom’s light,
Fight the darkness, claim the right.
4.
World will boil, fascists fall,
Honor lives — outlast them all.
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To the False Scientist
You peer through lenses,
Your microscope’s gaze—
You’ll find but filth,
Then shove it away.
With zeal you torment
The dull, the blind.
Their minds you torment,
Poisoned, confined.
Pour more venom
In every brew.
The fools are grateful:
You’re idol, not few.
To fools you preach,
Deception’s the game.
Make them chew more,
Turn them to shame.
That’s your direction,
The beast gave the nod.
You lead us all blind,
A traitorous fraud.
We live in the Spirit—
It reigns supreme.
But you, vile *******,
Worship your scheme.
You build this rotten world
With free cheese lies.
The **** orders you,
You feed their disguise.
To banish the Spirit
Is Darkness’ goal.
In your false doctrines
It’s cast from the whole.
We swallow your nonsense—
Mechanized doom.
Destroying ourselves,
Fascism’s womb.
Rot is the fruit
Of your twisted creed.
The goat has become god,
Darkness its seed.
At Baphomet’s side,
You proudly stand,
A deranged fool,
In darkness’ hand.
The soul seeks only light,
Yet you deny—
In your cold theories,
The rot does lie.
Your theories all serve
Phantasmagoria’s art,
A poison that kills
The pure human heart.
We are beings of light,
Our bodies decay.
Will you ever grasp
The chains you portray?
Delusions you’ve raised
To thrones of control.
A foolish blind donkey,
Lost in your role.
You false scientist,
Madness defined.
Your brain smoked and charred,
Half demon entwined.
CowID’s example
Has laid bare the lie—
Your falsehoods spread sickness—
Only the start to die.
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1.
False scientist, fool and fiend,
Your lies corrupt what should be seen.
2.
You poison minds, betray the soul,
Your twisted lies take their toll.
3.
Spirit fights your dark deceit,
Your falsehood’s doom is sure defeat.
4.
CowID showed your mask’s crack —
Truth will rise, and liars crack.
5.
False scientist, liar, pest—
Truth will crush your filthy nest!
6.
Poisoner of souls, beware!
Spirit burns your falsehoods bare!
7.
CowID broke your lies—
Now the Devil dies!
8.
Fool and fiend, your end is near—
Light will burn your darkened fear!
9.
Liar, fiend — your time is done!
Truth and Spirit will outrun.
10.
Falsehood burns — you’ll choke in flame.
Light will crush your cursed name!
11.
CowID’s wrath unleashed—
Your dark reign deceased!
12.
Fool, beware, your lies betray—
Justice comes to burn away!
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Reflection of the World’s Decay in Verse
No harder task exists to take —
To mirror through a poem’s art
The rot and wild, insane mistake
That tears the world and breaks the heart.
To capture madness, putrid blight,
In rhymes and rhythm, all laid bare —
A heavy task, no small delight,
To strip illusion, strip despair.
You must first think, invest your time,
Dissect how vile beasts command
The fools to serve the dark sublime,
Call “kindness” lies that choke the land.
You sacrifice your very self,
Endure the strain, be ruthless too,
Till rhythm, rhyme align in wealth —
The verse, the soul’s own stubborn glue.
If passion fuels the rhyme and thought,
No coward dares the climb so steep,
No lazy mind can grasp the plot,
No shallow soul can dig so deep.
Reflection of this complex theme
Through verse is all that matters most.
Though muse may fail, though few may dream,
This gift will guide the chosen hosts.
To understand the dark abyss,
And start the path towards the Light,
For evil’s grasp will not persist,
This horror fades before the fight.
The spirit’s essence lives in those
Few souls where mind and spirit meet.
If in their hearts the courage grows,
Their intellect won’t face defeat.
Spirit leads, and mind obeys —
This is the norm the poet sings.
If verse returns us to the ways
Of truth, then worth the poet brings.
The “wicked poet” in this mad
And broken world becomes a guide,
A healer, whose sharp words make glad
The power to pierce falsehood’s tide.
With brutal style, with piercing facts,
He shreds illusions, madness, sleep.
Yet soon we’ll leave these broken tracks
And into Spirit’s world will leap.
Those who have grasped this hellish place
And kept their soul beyond the lies,
Will rise beyond the lies’ disgrace —
While trusting media dies.
To shatter lies, the poet’s aim,
If reason grants the strength to do.
Sharp verse alone is not the game —
You need a mind both sharp and true.
For minds are often turned to sieve,
To carry water through the holes —
A cruel habit beasts conceive,
To feed the sickness in our souls.
The circus on this wire runs,
The agony of evil’s end.
If in you fades the soul’s bright suns,
You are a fool who won’t defend.
Rebellion, stubbornness — the rule
Of fiery verse that won’t relent.
The stench of rot can’t teach the fool,
If lessons miss their true intent.
Complex themes demand their place,
Reflected one by one in rhyme.
Though joy is scarce in this dark race,
You fight to cleanse the **** of time.
No other roads remain to take —
The sickness deeply rooted grows.
Say no to madness, lies that fake —
From global lies’ sharp needle, rose!
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Stormy Weather
No "happiness" will ever be,
For wretched slaves like you and me.
There’s only storms when mind grows weak,
No light of hope, no peak to seek.
Rebuild yourself from deep within,
The key — the Spirit’s fire to win.
With Spirit’s strength you’ll fight and stand,
Against this hell, a cursed land.
This hell drives souls toward their death,
It steals the breath of every breath.
A worthy soul becomes a pest,
If hope and faith are dispossessed.
Believe in nothing, trust yourself,
This is the gate to life’s last shelf.
So many lies line up the path,
Each step brings cuts that bleed and chaff.
Your soul is wounded, torn and torn —
Heal now, or be forever worn.
Don’t chase the teachings far and wide,
But cast dark shadows from your mind.
Your mind, a sewer full of waste,
Where battles rage, no time to waste.
The stench won’t vanish if you stall —
Drive out the foulness, cleanse it all!
Or else that hell will take its throne,
Your mind a prison all alone.
Within you lies both strength and light,
Clear out the lies, embrace the fight.
They sprout like weeds inside your head —
The seeds of lies long planted, spread.
Sharpen your mind, a double-edged sword,
Cut lies to flames, don’t cut a chord.
Create with love, pour heart and soul,
The fruits will make your spirit whole.
You are your judge, yourself your prize,
Joy will return beneath dark skies.
Avoid the flock of dumbed-down sheep,
Their stench will poison — run, don’t keep.
Turn focus from the herd’s dull throng,
To knowledge deep, where minds grow strong.
Concentrate on worlds apart,
The Spirit’s realms, the flight of heart.
Discard the crutches, rotten, lame —
This hell is built on falsehood’s name.
Throw down these idols made of lies,
Cleanse Spirit’s flame before it dies.
Listen to the Lyre’s pure sound,
If it’s too sharp — you’ve truly found
The flashes of those other spheres,
Through poetry that pierces fears.
Much more could be said — but for today,
The Lyre will guide the truthful way.
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The Defect of Mass-Produced Mind
Language, logic — all defective,
Fail to catch what’s truly fine:
Only churned-out mass-produced intellect,
Killing thought in line by line.
Easy falls who blindly trust
The scribbles born in voids of sleep,
But trust your gut — walk on, you must —
To Spirit’s realm where truths run deep.
There words fall silent, logic’s gone,
A broken tool in dust and ash.
Else you remain a buzzing drone —
This world’s but dust, a dying flash.
Crawling there are twisted souls,
Who’ve lost the very roots of all.
No joy is found, just endless tolls —
You’re like a squirrel in its crawl.
Rise up! You’re Spirit’s living spark,
Not some cheap pawn or foolish pawn.
Cast off the nonsense, cast the dark —
The time has come; the veil is drawn.
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Dog’s Duty
Serve always, serve everywhere —
Like a dog chained to a sadist’s lair.
Hold the sheep tight, keep them confined,
Drive them to slaughter, fools aligned.
Feed your kin with sheep’s dry bone,
Won’t stick to throat, you serve alone.
Gather fear, dull rage, and spite —
To be the bulldog sharp to fight.
Don’t think — your master thinks instead,
Feeds the sheep their daily dread.
More bones for those who long ago
Chose this ***** servant’s show.
Serve on, though madness takes its toll —
The ranks of dogs now lose control.
They drown it all in endless lies,
Sheep’s blood flows — no questions rise...
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So-Called "History"
A tale of fools, of fear and meek submission,
Of traitors, greed, and deep forgetfulness —
Corruption’s haze, the cunning’s dark ambition,
Endless deceit and lies, excessive stress.
Marked by Shame is every soul that’s born,
A shameful "life," a death in vain foretold:
Trapped in Hell’s slaughter, flesh and spirit torn,
Freedom’s just myth — a slave’s dark world of old.
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So-Called "History"
A story of dumb fear, slavish submission,
Of traitors, greed, and deep damnation’s grip,
Rot spreading fast — pure evil’s own commission,
******* lies piled high — a devil’s whip.
Every soul born here is marked by disgrace —
A wasted life, a death that’s just a ****.
Hell’s butcher shop, this cursed, rotten place —
Freedom’s a joke, a chain, the Devil’s will.
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War
War’s declared to all of us:
The mindless slave calls this "life"...
If Satan rules the world’s dark fuss,
What life’s left? Wake up from strife.
Awake from Darkness’ choking grip,
Few here still see, not blind, not dead.
The world’s drowned deep in rotten **** —
No world, but stench inside a tomb instead.
And hordes of zombies roam that crypt,
Soon to be devoured whole.
Freedom here? For fools equipped —
Freedom to believe lies’ toll... This is Hell.
In Hell, there’s war — ‘mid fiends and freaks,
Half-men and zombies roam the pit.
You’re always trapped ‘mongst broken creaks,
Few ideas break those chains that hit.
They’re weak and scarce, those sparks of light.
Seek yours — don’t sleep, but think and fight.
How to win this war with Evil’s might —
Your mind must sharpen, steel your sight.
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War
War’s declared — no room for fools,
Mindless slaves call this “life” — a joke.
When Satan claws and breaks the rules,
Wake the hell up, choke on your smoke.
Wake from the fog, the poison’s thick,
Few still see through this cursed lie.
The world’s drowned deep in rotting **** —
Not life, but death’s stinking graveyard nigh.
Zombies roam that putrid crypt,
Feeding soon on every soul.
Freedom here? A savage script —
Freedom to choke on lies’ black hole.
In Hell’s pit, war rages on —
Demons, half-men, the ******, the lost.
Trapped forever, broken, gone,
Ideas weak — freedom’s the cost.
Weak and scarce are sparks that fight,
Hunt your fire through endless night.
Don’t sleep — sharpen your iron will,
To slay the Evil, bend or ****.
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Marching to the Camp beneath the White Flag with the Red Cross
**** on the move —
They build the whole world.
Is it for profit? —
Fool, you’re just curled,
If you believed
Evil’s bright labels.
The Führer assured
Fools, “Here’s your tables:
All ‘goodness’ —
Filling the air.
If it’s ‘honesty’ —
Hell’s **** laid bare.
Marching in lines
To the camp’s gate.
On white flags there’s
A sign that says “Wait!”,
A red cross drawn
To seal the lie.
Not a joke —
Beasts trust and comply.
CowID was the start,
Then the war’s spread.
All under the banner
Of “Protect the dead”.
They’ll say: “This crap?
Honey so sweet!”
Say it a thousand times —
Fools line up in the street.
Believing the lies,
They march in a row.
Lies triple in size —
Fast to the show.
And there, in the distance,
The camp appears.
One step remains —
RUN! Shift your gears!
Salvation’s found
Only in the Spirit.
Destruction awaits
The fool who won’t hear it.
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March to the Camp Beneath the White Flag, Red Cross Bleeding
****’s on the march —
They’re building their hell.
Profit or power?
You’re dumb as a shell,
If you swallowed
Their evil lies.
The Führer’s orders —
Feed fools to die.
All that “goodness” —
******* and slime.
If you’re honest?
You’re ****** for all time.
In line, in chains —
To the camp’s dark maw.
White flag waving —
Say “Believe!” and fall.
Red cross bleeding —
Seal of the beast.
This is no joke —
The cattle feast.
CowID was just
The opening shot.
War dressed in lies,
Filth in a plot.
They’ll call this ****
Sweet honey to sip.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools fall in line, trip.
Marching to death,
Blind, dumb, and slow.
Lies triple fast —
Straight to the noose’s throw.
Camp looms ahead,
One step, then doom.
RUN like hell —
Or rot in the tomb.
Spirit’s the weapon
The sharp will find.
Fools will be crushed —
By chains of the mind.
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March to the Camp — White Flag, Red Cross, Blood and Shame
Filth on the rampage —
Building the world’s grave.
Greed’s the god here,
You’re just a dumb slave,
If you swallow
Their venomous lies.
Führer’s commands —
Feed fools to demise.
All that "goodness"?
Rot and decay.
Honesty means
You’re done for today.
In line, locked down —
To the death camp they herd.
White flag flies high —
"Believe!" every word.
Red cross smeared deep —
Seal of the ******.
This ain’t no game —
Just beasts in command.
CowID kicked off
The slaughter and war.
Masked as defense —
But it’s human gore.
They’ll call the ****
Sweet honey and cream.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools drown in the scheme.
March dumb and blind,
Step by step to the pit.
Lies multiplying fast —
You’re caught in the grit.
Camp on the horizon —
One step left to fall.
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE —
Or rot behind walls.
Spirit’s the sword
Only sharp ones will wield.
Fools chained in their minds —
To darkness they yield.
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March to the Camp — White Flag, Red Cross, Blood and Filth
****’s on the rampage —
They build your deathbed.
Greed rules the game —
You’re a dumb ****, led
Blind to the poison
They shove down your throat.
Führer’s cruel orders —
Feed fools to rot.
All that fake "goodness"?
A pile of ****.
Truth means death here —
You’re already hit.
In line, like cattle —
To hell’s slaughterhouse.
White flag waving lies —
"Believe!" they espouse.
Red cross painted thick —
Seal of the ******.
This is no joke —
Just beasts in command.
CowID kicked it off —
War’s grim start.
Wrapped in “protection” —
But ripping hearts apart.
They call this ****
Sweet nectar and cream.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools drown in their dream.
March dumb and blind,
Step by step to your grave.
Lies triple fast —
You’re trapped in the slave.
Camp looms ahead —
One step to fall.
RUN, you ****** —
Or rot in that stall.
Spirit’s the weapon —
Only sharp minds survive.
Fools chained in ******* —
Condemned to not thrive.
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March to the Camp — White Flag, Red Cross, Blood and ****
******* ****’s on fire —
Building your ******* grave.
Greed’s the filthy driver —
You’re dumb as ****, a slave.
Blind idiot swallowing
Poison shoved down your throat.
Führer’s orders scream —
“Feed the ******* to rot!”
All that fake “goodness”?
******* piled high.
Truth’s a loaded gun —
Ready to make you die.
Line up, cattle, line up —
To hell’s ******* camp.
White flag waving lies,
“Believe!” the sick chant.
Red cross painted thick —
Seal of the ****** disgrace.
No joke, you dumb *****,
Beasts running this place.
CowID kicked off this **** —
War’s first brutal punch.
Wrapped in “protection” lies,
It’ll **** your life to crunch.
They call this filth
Honey and cream.
Say it a thousand times —
Fools choke on the dream.
March blind, march dumb,
Straight to the slaughter.
Lies triple fast —
You’re just another fodder.
Camp’s there, just ahead —
One step to your fall.
Run, you *******, run!
Or rot in that stall.
Spirit’s your weapon —
Only the sharp survive.
Fools chained in ******* —
Doomed never to thrive.
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About the Ultra-Complex...
Reasoning and posing,
Self-love and prideful show,
Fear, deceit, and cunning—
That’s the set, nearly whole.
There’s something OTHER.
Lose it, and you’re dust.
Hold on to your fragment of Light,
Suppress all lies and rust.
Books won’t help you here—
Go inside, seek there alone.
Chains of Evil bind us tight,
This world’s a madhouse zone.
From childhood poisoned, reason’s frail.
Only Heart can truly feel.
Self-flagellation won’t prevail,
Won’t save the hollow’s seal.
Fill the void with shining Light—
That’s the task, few succeed.
Without that spark, you’re nothing,
A ghost without a creed.
Restore your Reason too—
To truly make and build.
Decay is everywhere—
Without creation, killed.
For boredom kills the quickest,
Your path ends all too soon.
Far better to rise with Light—
Create beneath the moon.
Light without creation dies—
Entropy will take its toll.
Mind without its art decays,
Crushing self, eroding soul.
It’s hard to grasp—“Think” with Heart,
Return then to the common mind.
A door swings open to the Spirit—
Away from thoughts that bind.
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On the Ultra-Complex…
Reason’s just posturing,
A hollow, vain parade,
Self-love’s cruel caricature,
Fear’s mask and false charade.
There lies a realm beyond—
Lose that, and all is dust.
Cling tight to shards of Light,
Crush lies and choking rust.
No book can grant this wisdom—
Dive deep within your core.
The chains of Evil grip,
This world’s a maddened war.
Since childhood reason’s poisoned,
A fog that blinds the sight.
Only Heart can pierce the veil,
Self-torment brings no light.
Fill the void with purest flame—
Few reach this sacred height.
Without that blaze you’re empty,
A shadow lost to night.
Restore the shattered mind—
To craft, to build, to thrive.
Decay consumes all else—
Without creation, die.
Boredom drags the soul to dust,
Your path will close too soon.
Far better to ignite the fire—
Create beneath the moon.
Light without creation fades—
Entropy devours all.
Mind trapped in petty chains,
Self-ruin is its thrall.
It’s hard—think with Heart, not mind,
Then bring your reason back.
A portal opens wide to Spirit—
From crushing, heavy black.
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On the Ultra-Complex…
Reason plays its hollow game,
A mask of pride and shallow claims,
Self-love’s echo, fear’s disguise,
Deceit within a sea of lies.
Yet there exists a realm beyond—
Lose this truth, and all is gone to dust.
Preserve the fragment of pure Light,
Suppress all fear, betray mistrust.
No book contains the sacred path—
Within your soul you must descend,
For chains of darkness bind this world,
A chaos where illusions blend.
Since childhood, poison clouds the mind,
A veil that blinds the searching eye.
Only through the heart’s deep gaze
Can emptiness be cast aside.
To fill the void with radiant flame—
A task few souls have dared embrace.
Without this light, you fade to naught,
A hollow shell lost in space.
Renew the shattered mind anew,
Creation’s spark must yet arise.
Decay and ruin reign around,
Without the art that truth supplies.
For boredom drags the soul to death,
Your journey ends before its time.
Far better to ignite the fire,
And through creation’s dance, sublime.
Light without the act to build
Is fleeting — entropy’s cold grip.
A mind entrapped in petty chains,
Self-tormented on a sinking ship.
This path is steep — think with your heart,
Then wield your reason like a key.
A portal opens to the Spirit,
Beyond the weight of misery.
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On the Ultra-Complex...
Reason’s echo, hollow and profane,
A veil of pride, the self's cruel game,
Fear’s shadow cast on fleeting dreams,
Deceit that flows through all extremes.
Yet there exists a realm beyond the veil—
Lose this spark, and all returns to dust.
Preserve the ember of the Light,
Suppress the falsehood, quell the rust.
No tome can hold the secret way—
Within the soul, the journey starts.
For chains of darkness bind this plane,
And madness dwells in fractured hearts.
From birth, the world distorts the mind,
A poison deep that clouds the gaze.
Only the heart, pure and awake,
Can pierce the void and break the haze.
To fill the void with sacred flame—
A quest that few have dared to face.
Without this light, the self dissolves,
A ghost adrift in endless space.
Renew the shattered vessel, mind—
Restore the temple of the soul.
Creation breathes through sacred fire,
Without it, chaos swallows whole.
Decay and rot corrupt the sphere,
Yet art and will defy the fall.
For boredom kills the spirit’s spark,
And ends the dance before the call.
Light without the act of birth
Is fleeting — entropy’s cold snare.
The mind entangled in its snares,
Self-tormented in despair.
The path is steep—think with your heart,
Then let your reason guide the way.
A portal opens to the Spirit—
Beyond the weight where shadows sway.
Therein lies the cosmic pulse,
The dance of energy and soul.
From depths of darkness, sparks arise,
The boundless One made whole.
So journey deep, embrace the dark,
Transcend the veil of time and space.
Within the silence, truth ignites—
The infinite’s eternal face.
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On the Ultra-Complex...
In hollow echoes reason fades,
Veils of self and pride cascade.
Fear and masks entwined in dance,
Deceit's dark web, a shadowed trance.
Yet far beyond this mortal guise,
A hidden realm within us lies.
Lose but one spark of sacred Light—
And all dissolves to endless night.
Preserve the flicker deep inside,
Where truth and silence coincide.
No book can chart this inward flight,
The soul’s own path beyond the night.
Chains of shadow bind the mind,
In labyrinths of space and time.
The world, a poison whispered low,
Distorts the gaze, conceals the glow.
Only Heart’s pure flame can burn,
The void within to overturn.
To fill the emptiness with fire,
Is every seeker’s soul’s desire.
Few dare to tread this sacred path,
Where spirit battles darkest wrath.
Without this flame, the self decays,
A drifting mist through shadowed maze.
Restore the temple, cracked and torn,
Rebirth the Mind, the Soul reborn.
Creation’s breath ignites the core,
Without it, all is naught and more.
Decay surrounds the outer veil,
Yet from within the sparks prevail.
The Spirit’s song, the Artist’s hand,
Reclaims the light, reclaims the land.
Boredom’s grip is death’s cold chain,
Without creation, all is vain.
Light unbirthed will fade and fall,
Entropy consumes us all.
Think with heart, then reason’s grace,
The threshold opens to the place—
Where Spirit’s essence dances free,
Beyond the veil of mystery.
There pulses deep the cosmic flow,
Where energy and spirit glow.
From darkness born, the spark divine,
The boundless Source, the sacred sign.
Journey deep, embrace the night,
Transcend the limits of the sight.
In silence vast, the truth unfolds—
Infinity’s eternal hold.
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On the Ultra-Complex...
Reason’s smoke dissolves to ash,
Pride and self—a brittle mask.
Fear and falsehood weave their snares,
Binding souls in dark despairs.
Yet deep within the shadowed night,
Burns the sacred flame of Light.
Lose that spark—eternal doom,
A soul consigned to endless gloom.
Guard the ember, keep it bright,
The living core of Spirit’s might.
No script, no tome can chart this fire,
It dances in the deep desire.
Chains of shadow choke the mind,
In twisted webs of space and time.
The world’s foul poison clouds the air,
But in your chest burns fire rare.
This fire—esoteric, pure—
The alchemist’s own sacred cure.
It melts the veil, dissolves the lies,
And wakes the flame that never dies.
To fill the void with burning grace,
To cleanse the soul, to quicken pace—
Few dare to kindle, few sustain
The sacred fire that burns the chain.
Renew the shattered inner shrine,
Let Mind and Spirit intertwine.
Creation’s spark ignites the soul,
And rends decay from every hole.
Entropy may gnaw and tear,
But from within—fiery flare!
The Spirit’s forge, the Artist’s flame,
Transforms the dross, reclaims the name.
Without this blaze, all life grows cold,
A hollow shell, a tale retold.
Light unkindled wastes away,
Consumed by night, devoured by clay.
Think with heart, then reason’s spark,
Open wide the ancient arc—
Where Spirit’s Fire, fierce and wild,
Burns eternal, undefiled.
In that flame, the cosmos sings,
The dance of endless, sacred things.
From darkest ash, the Phoenix flies—
The boundless truth beyond all lies.
Dive into the fire’s deep breath,
Transmute your soul, embrace the death—
For from the flame rebirth will rise,
And light will blaze across the skies.
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Healing of the Mind
Few in this mad world remain
Free from madness’ subtle chain.
Look inside — you’ll find the haze,
Childhood’s fog that blinds your gaze.
School and media pour their lies,
A flood beneath which wisdom dies.
Deep inside, the mind’s drowned low —
In this “smart” world’s sewer flow.
The roots of madness dig in deep,
Healing’s scarce, and knowledge cheap.
Running, swimming, might assist,
But critical thought tops the list.
Intuition plays its part —
Tear apart false life’s cold heart.
From the herd, break free and stray —
Madness reigns where crowds obey.
Wasting time there’s suicidal,
Most are fools, delusions tidal.
Creativity’s the key:
Mind and Spirit balance free.
When forces in harmony blend,
Powerless weakness finds its end.
That’s why talents crushed from youth,
Where fascist lies suppress the truth.
Weaklings herd and madness grows,
Feeding lies that darkness sows.
Sheep to slaughter led in lines,
Faith in monsters’ cruel designs.
Healing mind amid the muck
Called “the world” — is vital luck.
Mind betrays if it forgets
Spirit’s reign — and deeper nets
Of lies open wide the door,
Becoming dungfly at the core.
Intuition cuts like shears,
Slicing lies that feed our fears.
Mind beneath the Spirit’s sway,
Other things will fade away.
From this fusion, strong and bright,
You arise — pursue the light!
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Healing of the Mind
In this mad world, so few remain
Untouched by chaos, free of pain.
Peer deep within — behold the veil,
A child’s madness, ancient tale.
From cradle to the shifting screen,
False streams of lies seep, unseen.
Beneath the surface, dark and deep,
The mind sinks where the shadows creep.
The roots of madness twist and bind,
Healing scarce, and wisdom blind.
The body’s motion may revive,
Yet only thought keeps truth alive.
But intuition — sacred blade —
Cuts through the lies that darkness made.
Break from the herd, release the spell,
From twisted chains of shadowed hell.
To waste your strength where fools abide
Is to let your spirit slide.
Creativity, the sacred key,
Unlocks the Mind-Spirit harmony.
When Spirit’s flame with Reason blends,
The weak dissolves — the false world ends.
That’s why the gifted, crushed in youth,
Are crushed beneath fascist truth.
The weak succumb, the mad believe
The monsters they were taught to heed.
Like lambs they march to slaughter’s drum,
Where freedom’s ghost is left undone.
Healing Mind in realms profane,
Amid the filth the world calls “fame,”
Is sacred task, a battle won,
When Mind recalls Spirit’s sun.
Open wide the gates of lies,
Or rot as dung beneath the skies.
Intuition shears the night,
Exposing falsehood’s blackened blight.
Mind beneath the Spirit’s reign,
All else fades, returns again.
From that union, fierce and bright,
You arise — embrace the light.
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Riders of the Apocalypse, or War Propagandists
A pile of ****, the media throws
Across the fields where warfare grows.
Those ******* on the frontlines stand —
Propaganda’s ****** hand.
The war’s true goal: to **** the Mind,
Blitzkrieg struck, then CowID’s grind.
No famine yet — can’t starve the soul —
The Spirit fights to stay whole.
Soullessness spreads wide and fast,
Yet “sparks of God” still hold fast.
They ignite fierce rebel fires,
Build resistance, raise their spires.
Media — the chiefest foe,
Words hit harder than a blow
From mortars, tanks, and bombs that scream,
Sharper wounds than war’s extreme.
A clot that triggers cerebral strikes —
Global madness in the likes.
Satanism’s a cult grown dark,
Veiled in shadows, leaving marks.
But now the truth’s revealed more clear —
War propagandists steer
Their lies with skill, no place to hide,
Tons of venom thrown worldwide.
Is this world Hell, or forged by hands?
Soon all will see where evil stands...
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Riders of the Apocalypse, or War Propaganda Clowns
A stinking heap the media piles
Across the battlefields and miles.
Those filthy rats, so “valuable,”
At war they play their game so “stable.”
The war’s great goal? **** every Mind.
Blitzkrieg was fast, but CowID’s grind
Keeps dragging on — no hunger yet,
The Spirit fights, but ain’t out of debt.
Soulless mobs spread far and wide,
But “God’s sparks” still refuse to hide.
They light the fires of resistance,
While media spreads false assistance.
Words cut deeper than a shell,
A sharper, nastier kind of hell.
Their poison drills into the brain,
A clot that brings the world insane.
Insanity’s the global brand,
Satanism — a cult so grand,
Hidden just beneath the skin,
Where lies and darkness thickly spin.
But truth’s slipping through the cracks,
War clowns lose their mighty acts.
Tons of lies dumped on the stage,
This world’s a pit, a fake-made cage.
Hell or Earth? The line is thin,
And soon the show will wear too thin...
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Riders of the Apocalypse, or The War Propaganda Clowns
A stinking mountain, newsmedia’s gift—
Dumped on war’s fields, a steaming drift.
Those rat *******, oh so “vital,”
In chaos thrive, professional title.
The grand design? **** every brain.
Blitzkrieg? Nah — CowID’s insane
Slow grind drags on, no famine yet,
The Spirit’s stabbed, but ain’t done yet.
Soulless drones swarm, all brain-dead,
Yet “divine sparks” refuse to shed.
They kindle fires of pure defiance,
While MSM feeds its own compliance.
Words hit harder than any shell—
A nastier, more venomous hell.
They drill your mind, spread thickest slime,
A clot that chokes the world’s last prime.
Madness reigns — the global brand,
Satan’s cult in shadowland.
Masked just beneath the surface,
Lies weave webs of dark malice.
But cracks appear — truth claws and bites,
War clowns falter in their fights.
Tons of lies dumped without shame,
A world forged in a flaming game.
Earth or Hell? The border blurs—
Soon enough, the bubble stirs...
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Riders of the Apocalypse, or The War Propaganda Clowns
A steaming pile—the media’s art,
Poured across warfields, a toxic chart.
Those slimy fiends, indispensable,
Masters of lies, ever commendable.
The goal: **** thought, exterminate mind,
Blitzkrieg’s old news—CowID’s grind.
No quick famine, slow death’s decree,
The Spirit fights, but soon will flee.
Soulless hordes, all brainwashed drones,
Yet “divine sparks” still dare to moan.
They flare rebellion, light the dark,
While media’s poison leaves its mark.
Words hit sharper than any bomb,
More ruthless, cruel—pure mind-dom.
They clog your brain with toxic sludge,
A clot of lies—world’s last judge.
Madness now, the global creed,
Satan’s cult disguised in greed.
Hidden in shadows, they weave their plot,
Spreading venom, corruption’s knot.
But truth emerges, claws and bites,
War clowns stumble in their fights.
Mountains of lies dumped without shame,
Crafting a world aflame.
Is this Earth, or Hell’s grim snare?
Soon enough, the veil tears.
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Algorithms of Evil
Few are the tasks these codes can solve,
Yet lies have made our minds dissolve.
False science acts as ruthless blade—
A hangman’s hand in truth’s parade.
The mind is pawned to AI’s game,
A world corrupt, yet all the same.
In fools’ dull brains the scripts are laid—
False science scripts and false faith’s shade.
Their nonsense grows, no room remains
For souls that bear the Spirit’s flames.
In this decay, these chains entwine,
A god named Satan’s dark design.
Though veiled, the cult leads blind crowds on—
To camps where freedoms are all gone.
The fools believe the grand facade:
“Progress!”—a lie, a rotten fraud.
Through falsehoods piled, the death camp nears—
CowID showed what feeds our fears.
Bug upon bug—this shameful shame,
The mind’s descent, a losing game.
Man turned bio-robot—look around,
A crippled mass, dumb and spellbound.
Inside them lurk the evil codes,
Zombies walking in death’s modes.
Call them what you will—monsters rise,
Don’t dream of dawn, don’t trust the skies.
Darkness thickens—answer’s near:
Not dawn, but blast to cleanse the sphere.
Too many mad, with “gifts” insane—
These monsters trample Earth in vain.
Their stomping strikes a deadly chord—
The final blast will cut the cord.
When Earth has suffered, cooled, and died,
A new cycle may arise with pride.
But for now, “all’s just fine!” they lie—
The monster grunts, both weak and shy.
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The Black Cat
A cat will cross your path —
Feed him well, and then
That cat will wait, a wrath
With tail upturned again.
The black cat, two-legged ****,
Can spot the crowd from true:
To fools, a mouth to numb,
To wise — a shadow’s view.
Cats’ eyes hold a light,
Not of this mortal plane.
But minds refuse that sight —
Madness here rules the brain.
Madness grips the whole world,
When logic’s one and blind.
A mind bereft, unfurled,
No light of “other kind.”
War wages in that brain —
Hence **** walks two-legged throng,
The darkness waits to gain,
But the cat’s no herald wrong.
The darkness’ herald's he
Who fools with atheist chains,
In false religions’ sea —
More cages, more pains.
Schools and colleges dumb,
Their goal to dull and numb.
Don’t scold, but feed the cats—
And kindness blooms, perhaps.
Among the beasts, more grace
Than in the savage throng—
A madman’s face, a place
Among the dark so long.
In fictive lands they rule—
Fascism’s grasp is tight.
Stupidity’s their jewel—
Citizens sunk in night.
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Special Disposal, or the Verbal Diarrhea of ****
Special disposal —
First step: CowID.
Then the “operation” —
SVO. Killed, you see.
Reason drowned —
Fools surge in waves,
“All to save their skins,”
Diving past the graves.
Lower down —
Where can you fall?
But get to know close
This so-called “power’s” call,
And you’ll see the pits
They’re still breaking through.
Maybe not by thousands,
But dozens will spew.
Lies must be brazen —
Problem solved and set:
The ******* obeys,
After swallowing all the ****.
The whole **** world —
Filled to the brim:
“Virus malignant!
NATO’s grim sin!”
Plans for attacks —
“Alert!” they shout loud.
And sheep march straight
To slaughter, unbowed.
*******, *******, ******* —
Save that crap tight!
Lower! Lower!! Lower!!!
Soon a digital blight.
Branding irons ready,
Darkness spreads its wings.
Fools hail the Führer —
A clown pulls the strings.
A double-faced Führer —
Lower than the pit?
Just flowers — the skin
Don’t mind the ****.
If the flood of lies
Is poured just right,
Then ****-question
Becomes “to be or not to fight.”
Only “not to be!” —
The Sun’s cataclysm burns.
Overheated fate —
Farewell, fascism, it turns.
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Emptiness
Emptiness is not so plain —
It breeds passion, thought, and fire.
Beauty rises through the brain
Once you're free from dark desire.
Clear your Mind — it once was bright,
Born from light, not cloud or dust.
Thoughts still stir within the night,
But they speak not, if unjust.
When the Mind is sharp and clear,
Speech will cut like sacred flame —
Yet there’s no one here to hear,
None who dares to bear the blame.
Who needs truth? The slave-horde reigns,
Feasting on decaying lies —
Worldly Rot runs through their veins,
Where the soulless win their prize.
Line by line, they’ve warped the Core,
Twisted what is true and deep.
Heed not fools who rant and roar —
Let them drown in poisoned sleep.
Return into the VOID again,
To the Light that birthed your soul.
You can’t cleanse the walking stain,
But yourself — you will be whole.
And the answer's crystal-clear:
You’re a Spirit trapped in Hell.
That’s why noise is hard to hear —
Madness rings where liars dwell.
Emptiness will break the spell,
Healed will be the soul once torn.
Though the plague has reached you well,
You are not what you have borne.
Emptiness can blow Hell wide —
That’s Alchemy. Don’t you flinch.
If you woke — it’s not denied:
Take the path, and never inch.
Spirit’s power will arise,
Burning through the filthy fog.
Madness, fear — all their disguise —
Gone, if you are not a cog.
Hell will **** the sleeping soul
If you keep your silence still,
Serving fascist freaks who stole
Every dream, each sacred will.
Go within — the answers wait.
Come back out — and break the chain!
Rotten Chaos meets its fate —
Let it drown in choking pain.
Let the blood be black — so what?
Be not soft, and drop the grief.
Tear all sentiment to rot —
Seize the Void, and find relief!
This is Alchemy: the Now.
Don’t you miss that flash of light.
Logic has no rule nor vow —
Only instinct cuts the night.
Emptiness is not so plain —
It is Spirit, pure and vast.
All illusions flee its flame,
All delusion burned at last.
And the Path is lit and clear,
Hell revealed in all its bile:
All its fraud, and all its fear —
All its TOXIC, TOTAL FILE.
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SEIZE THE VOID!
You're a soul — not just a name.
This world's a madhouse wrapped in shame.
**** the lie, ignite the flame —
SEIZE THE VOID — and end the game!
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Economic Cattle
Office blow-up dolls,
******* on pure lies,
Tides of mindless thralls —
Sold their souls for rice.
Sold for rent and stew —
Slavery, full-blown.
Empty-headed crew —
Dumbness to the bone.
Chains go deep, embedded —
Nothing left to scrub.
If your soul’s not deadened,
Run! — or be the grub.
There, "a life" means dying
In slow-motion rot.
Off to work you're flying —
To the grave — like swine.
Only fools keep buying
Into this madhouse plot,
Where no gate is prying
Open for those not
Willing to play cattle —
Souls they dare to guard.
Fascist world of shackles
Watches very hard:
If you don’t comply,
You’re an "enemy".
Even if you lie —
They will sniff. Then: "Seize!"
Comes the purge commandment:
"Clean the office tank!"
At the top — a bandit
Non-human elite rank.
Only one Law: Slavery,
Masked by fake disguise.
Flood the world with lunacy,
Fear, abuse, and lies.
Idiots believe
It’s the best of lands.
Souls they lose and grieve —
Caught in demon hands.
That’s the only goal —
Everything else, fake.
Drowning in this hole,
Like a bug or snake.
Run! Escape that stink!
Burn your leash with fire!
Demons drag you to the brink,
Down the corpse-filled mire.
Turn within — and find the Light
Shielding from the blast.
Crash is coming, black as night —
Sleep and dream won’t last.
Sleep? — It’s mass delusion,
Ages-old decay.
Cheaper to breed confusion
Than a fool who sees the way.
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Run or Rot!
Sold your soul for rented air?
Slave! — and demons couldn’t care.
If you think — then break the plot.
Run within — or else you rot!
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Foundations of Shitbuilding
“So much depends on the helplessness of the human child — your family, your society, your culture, your religion, your philosophy. You’ll be shocked — it all starts there.”
—Osho
This world is built on weakness —
The child’s first silent cry.
They strike where it is thinnest —
Their aim? Your mind and eye.
That’s why the **** come pouring
Their poison in with flair,
Then laugh — "we’re just adoring!"
While beating you with care.
They call it education —
But it’s a cage of pain.
The goal? Pure degradation.
A slave with no true brain.
The trust a child is gifted,
Dependence deep as gold —
They use it, twist it, lift it
Into a mold ice-cold.
The result: a breed submissive,
Obedient and numb.
A world grotesque, permissive,
Where dead minds grow like ****.
Through centuries of slashing,
Of lies and fascist rule,
They label all opposing
As "wrong", "insane", or "fool".
The final goal’s precision:
A global CATTLE MIND.
And childhood is incision —
The opening they find.
They wreck it all in stages,
Corrupting soul and name.
It’s clear now: CowID rages —
Insanity’s the flame.
The spirit? Nearly slaughtered.
True minds? A dying breed.
This world — like pigs in water —
Now gulps down every feed.
The pressure keeps on growing —
The media foams and shrieks.
While fascist trash keeps throwing
New chains on sheep and freaks.
What’s left from all their "training"?
One word: GENOCIDE.
A world of **** remaining —
Where Spirit mustn’t hide.
And justice? It is brewing —
The Earth begins to shake.
New herds of beasts are stewing
In lies their lips all fake.
The Sun shines brighter, faster —
The End has shown its teeth.
The heat will soon be vaster —
And Hell will bloom beneath.
So be it — God has vanished.
Now Satan rules this land:
A world both vile and famished,
All built from lies and **** and sand.
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Built on the Weak!
They broke the child — and built the lie.
Now **** is truth, and truth must die.
Burn this world — it reeks of rot.
Hell is here. And God is not.
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Divisions and False Identities
First comes Ego — just a name,
Then comes Gender — then the Game.
Then the Nation — tribal shame —
Now the war-wolf earns its fame.
Split them up, then herd them blind,
Drag them down the killing line.
Push them to the breaking point?
Simple trick: just flood with lies!
Divide, divide, divide once more!
To atoms! Scatter to the core!
So none can find the Spirit’s door —
That’s how you rule, and keep the score.
The non-humans saw it clear,
Then fed the scheme into this sphere.
"Humans? Dumb obedient trash —
Lost and weak, and bred to crash."
Ego’s nailed in through "upbringing",
Gender: sacred! — chains are clinging.
"Family" ensures the crying,
Doom disguised as social binding.
Next comes Nation’s sacred call:
"Join the pack, go guard the wall!"
Fools obey — they take the chain —
Wearing identity like pain.
Drop your Ego. Gender? Toss it.
Flag and border? Kindly cross it.
Go within — the truth lies there:
Spirit breathes in open air.
You’re a Being, Spirit-born —
All the rest? Illusion worn.
Slavery survives through form,
And fear's the shepherd of that swarm.
Identities — the binding rings,
That blind the Mind and break the Wings.
They blur your sight, and twist your root —
So drop them all, and seek the truth.
In your psyche, blind spots glow:
Ego, Gender — status quo.
Drop this nonsense. Spirit’s wide —
It has no Gender. None to hide.
Mind transcends the ego’s mold,
Nation? Dumb and bought and sold.
Miracles begin to rise
Once the Soul throws off disguise.
Chains must burn in conscious fire.
Spirit’s path is rising higher.
Books won’t get you through the gate —
If you trust them... then too late.
So ignite your intuition!
Sharpened thought is no omission.
Make it tradition to **** the lie —
Or in this Hell, you’ll rot and die.
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Drop the Lie!
Ego? Gender? Flags and pride?
Chains to keep the soul inside.
Smash the mask — refuse the role!
You are Spirit — not control!
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Fury
I believe in no god.
I fight devils instead —
Each lie, each facade.
Is it rage? No — it's Red.
Pure Holy Fury
Breaks through the skin —
A shield from the jury
Of world-sickening sin.
Still breathing? Then filth
Has seeped in your vein.
Pure Rage is the health —
Your soul shall remain.
The evil of sheep
Wants to crush all fight.
Let the herd go to sleep —
But you? Burn bright.
The herd is for slaughter —
Of minds, of souls.
Be Spirit, not fodder.
Break from their roles.
A herd of *******,
A flock of dull sheep,
A world ruled by *******
Who graze while you weep.
Those goat-headed liars
Lead the herd blind.
Not with whips — with their priors:
The lie they've refined.
Believe in your Fury —
Honor your Will.
Let it blaze without worry —
It's the path through the ****.
The way out is bleeding,
But truer than peace.
Shame, pain, and beating —
Till chains finally cease.
Move — though odds are zero.
Stand — or be prey.
Down? Then to them, you're
Just lunch for the day.
They devour your Spirit,
Feeding on fear.
Don’t listen, don’t hear it —
Their whispers sear.
Hard? Then let Rage
Fuel your return.
How long till the breakage?
Only — a turn.
The Sun, full of Fury,
Will burn Hell down.
Flames without mercy —
Slaves will drown.
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Rage is Light!
No more masters. No more lies.
Let the Rage in you arise!
Not for hate — for cutting night:
Rage is Truth.
Rage is Light.
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Rise and Burn!
Chains are lies, and liars breed —
Feed your Fury, spark the seed!
Burn their thrones — consume their night —
Rage is war.
Rage is light.
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Rationalism of Pseudoscience
“Freedom is the awareness of necessity.”
—Spinoza
Rational? Infernal.
Nature shuns strict chains,
Beyond all logic’s journal —
Schemes are just insane.
Yet fascists seek to tame
Chaos wild and free,
In darkness and in shame
They hold the masses’ key.
Pseudoscience became their faith —
A crafted, soulless spawn.
Sold-out ****** of simple faith,
They lie till hope is gone.
Simple schemes, so cheaply sold,
Make minds too small to cope.
With stunted minds, the chains take hold —
“Slavery is life,” they *****.
Spirit erased by false design,
Without it, man is naught —
A bio-robot, meme-controlled,
In lies and noise caught.
They pour their “water” — empty talk,
And wash your mind away.
Reject their mocking, endless squawk —
Light up your heart today!
Trust intuition’s flame,
Ascend to heights untamed.
But lock the doors to poisoned claims —
Pseudoscience’s verbal shame.
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Cut the Lies!
Pseudoscience spreads its blight —
**** their schemes, ignite your light!
Trust your heart, refuse their chains —
Freedom lives where Spirit reigns!
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Fool and “Medicine”
“Medicine”: the fool believes
As if it’s holy priest.
But no reason to deceive —
The “Aesculapius” feeds the beast.
CowID showed their filthy faces —
Serving **** for filthy cash.
Fool’s indebted in false places,
Owes the fiends a deadly stash.
**** will order — off he goes,
To slaughter’s pit, without a doubt.
Fake diseases, fear, and woes —
“Medicine” leads all to rout.
Slow or fast — they send you down.
Choice? The fool’s an empty lie.
Now the devil rules the town —
All the Earth beneath his eye.
Fools get false choices spun:
A vile mess or bigger pile.
They’ll say “yes” — the lies are spun —
Filth with a polished smile.
That false gloss is joy for fools,
Brains like wax, soft to the touch.
They’re the victims of the rules —
Blindly trusting “science” much.
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Fool’s Choice
Trust the lies — fall in line,
“Medicine” sells your spine.
Fool’s a wax doll, nice and neat —
Serving **** beneath their feet.
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Break the Chains!
Fool, wake up! The lies run deep —
“Medicine” just digs your grave.
Stand your ground — refuse to keep
Slavery dressed as “help” and save!
