Man

If you’re human, then know your duty,
One task only is truly yours:
To destroy, with relentless fury,
All the **** that pollute our shores.

How to wipe every vile mutation,
Leave no trace of their breed on Earth —
Snitches that sell every nation,
Drowning the world in dearth.

A horde of corrupt vile creatures
Twist the world into lawless hell;
These leering, loathsome features
Cast mankind under their spell.

So seek out the truest alliance
With the few who remain like you;
On this fragile bond is reliance —
Or beasts we’ll be driven into.

For the inhuman forge new cages,
A camp of our modern times;
Their lackeys — the filth of ages,
Wave banners of countless crimes.

The banner of false “new science”
That blesses each fascist lie;
Those traitors in dark compliance
Experiment now on your life.

The banner of that red cross blazing,
To hallow the slaughter’s rite —
The past century’s altar raising,
Now dripping with poison’s blight.

The banner of stupefaction
That hangs over every home:
Corrupting the mind’s foundation,
So you burrow like blind mole alone.

And the banner of foul propaganda,
Planted everywhere, flag by flag —
Till people resemble a panda
That clings to its branch and sags.

But above all, the banner of fascism
Spreads its shadow, a world-wide curse;
Beyond it, expect but cretinism,
A plague that grows worse and worse.

So we’ll raise our black banner proudly,
And march to the final fight!
Even the Sun flames loudly,
Burning all with its searing light.

The Fire of cleansing is lasting,
Through its ashes new life will grow —
If the shard of the soul is uncasting,
That seed at the core we know.

Yet salvation is born in the struggle,
Dragging filth to their final grave,
That spawned here Evil so brutal,
And sought to enslave and enslave.



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Man

Raise the black banner, no turning, no rest,
Burn all the fascist filth out of the nest!
Cleansing Fire will purge their disguise —
**** will be ashes, the Spirit will rise.

No mercy for traitors, no pity, no deal,
The inhuman plague we crush under steel!
Better to fall in the furious fight
Than live like cattle in endless night.



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Burn the plague — no beast survives!
Rise, O Spirit — Man revives!



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1.
Crush the filth, erase their name —
Rise from ashes, flame to flame!

2.
No chains, no lies — we break, we fight!
The Sun will burn the world to right.

3.
**** to the grave, the soul to the sky —
Man stands eternal, beasts must die!



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1.
Raise the Black Flag — burn them all!
**** must perish, Man stands tall.

2.
No peace, no truce, no rotten deal —
Truth is the fire, Justice — steel!

3.
From chains to ashes, from night to flame —
Spirit eternal, Man remains.

4.
Crush their banners, break their lies!
Only the free shall ever rise.

5.
No mercy, no pity — the beasts must fall!
The soul is the fortress, stronger than all.

6.
Through battle and fire the new world’s born —
The black flag rises, the old is torn.

7.
One cry, one flame, one final fight —
**** to darkness, Man to light!



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1. Burn the plague — the Spirit stands!
2. No beasts, no chains — only Man!
3. Black Flag rising — **** is dust!
4. Fire is justice, steel is trust!
5. Ashes to tyrants — dawn to us!
6. One soul, one fight, one flame!
7. Crush the lie — the truth remains!



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1. Bow, worms — your flags make fine ash.
2. Great "masters"? Just meat for the clash.
3. Your science is poison, your cross is rot —
The Fire remembers, you shall not.

4. Propaganda? A dog’s old trick.
Truth is the hammer — it falls real quick.

5. Fascist banners? Just rags for flame.
History spits on your stolen name.

6. "Chosen rulers"? A carnival farce.
Ashes and silence — that’s your class.

7. Beasts in uniforms — cheap disguise.
Man will strip you, and Truth will rise.



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Raise the Black Flag — burn them all!
**** must perish, Man stands tall.

No peace, no truce, no rotten deal —
Truth is the fire, Justice — steel!

From chains to ashes, from night to flame —
Spirit eternal, Man remains.

Crush their banners, break their lies!
Only the free shall ever rise.

Ashes to tyrants — dawn to us!
One soul, one fight, one flame!

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Mockery of the Inhuman:

Bow, worms — your flags make fine ash.
Your “science”? A fraud, a fascist stash.
Propaganda? A dog’s old trick —
Truth is the hammer, it falls real quick.

“Chosen rulers”? A carnival farce.
History spits, and grinds your class.
Beasts in uniforms — cheap disguise.
Man will strip you, and Truth will rise.

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One Fire, one Spirit, one fight to the last!
**** into nothing — Man to the Vast!



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Raise the Black Flag — no retreat!
**** to ashes, fire to meet.

No peace, no pact, no false command,
Truth is steel in the human hand.

Propaganda rots, their lies decay —
Man will rise and burn their way.

One Fire, one Spirit, one fight, one breath —
Beasts to silence, Man through death!

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Black Flag rises — **** to dust!
Fire and Spirit, in Man we trust.
No chains, no lies — the beasts shall fall,
One fight, one flame, one soul for all!



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Burn the plague, the tyrants’ mask!
Man will rise, the final task.
Ashes scatter, lies decay,
One soul fights, none stand in way.



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**** to shadows, truth to flame!
Chains are broken, no one to blame.
Spirit roaring, fire high,
Man stands fearless — beasts shall die.



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Black Flag flying — filth to ground!
Justice strikes without a sound.
One battle, one wrath, one call,
Beasts to nothing — Man to all!



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Bow, worms — your banners burn!
History laughs, you’ll never learn.
Filth to ash, your lies undone,
Man stands blazing — we have won.



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Your science? Poison, your cross? Rot.
The Fire remembers every blot.
Beasts in masks, your time is done,
Man’s blade rises — no place to run.



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Carnival rulers? Cheap farce and shame.
Ashes and silence mark your name.
One Spirit, one wrath, one final blow,
Beasts to darkness — Man will grow.



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Propaganda dogs? Cheap tricks they ply.
Truth is the hammer — **** shall die.
Black Flag flying, lies undone,
Man’s flame burning — Justice won.



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1. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
History laughs, you’ll never learn.

2. Filth to ash, your lies undone,
Man stands blazing — we have won.

3. Your science? Poison, your cross? Rot.
The Fire remembers every blot.

4. Beasts in masks, your time is done,
Man’s blade rises — no place to run.

5. Carnival rulers? Cheap farce and shame.
Ashes and silence mark your name.

6. Propaganda dogs? Cheap tricks they ply.
Truth is the hammer — **** shall die.

7. Black Flag flying, lies undone,
Man’s flame burning — Justice won.

8. One Spirit, one wrath, one final blow,
Beasts to darkness — Man will grow.



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Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Filth to ash, your lies unlearn.
Poisoned science, rot and sham,
Man’s flame rises — crush the ****!
One Spirit, one wrath, one final slam!



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1.
Filth and lies, your banners fade,
Ashes remember the games you played.
Man’s flame rises — **** betrayed!

2.
Carnival rulers? Cheap farce, rot!
History spits on every plot.
Man strikes true — fear the lot!

3.
Propaganda dogs bark, teeth bare,
Truth is the hammer, beware, beware!
Man will burn the **** to air!

4.
Black Flag flying, shadows fall,
Beasts in fear, hear the call!
One Spirit, one wrath — end of all!



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Robin Gad

Robin Hood lives in storybooks,
But Goblin Gad walks in real looks —
He shears the sheep, all docile, low,
The flock falls down, all in a row.

Goblin Gad, the shepherd vile,
Robin Hood brings them brief smile.
Genocide spreads its stinking wings,
Fear, deceit, and rotting things.

So hang the noodles, second-grade,
They’ll obey, no thought displayed,
And rush with pride into the pens,
Blind followers of twisted ends.

Robin Gad — a post to hold:
He shears, consoles, both young and old.
Complexity the sheep don’t need,
“Two in one” fulfills their greed.

Everywhere, the zombibox lies —
Brightly wrapped deceitful ties.
Robin Gad is never real,
A twin in constant fresh appeal.

The original may fade or die,
Grow old, or drink its life awry —
For frauds, that’s simply unsuitable,
The new one must be indisputable.

Time must shape a perfect guise,
Another carcass to stylize.
The twin guards the original’s frame,
The flock won’t notice, all the same.

Robin Gad will shine a light,
A teacher, genius, bold and bright.
Economical, a cunning plan
For generations of the sheepish clan.

The twin will be declared divine —
A sheepish god, a sacred sign.
All the flock carefree again,
Amid the fascist stinking reign.



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1. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Truth erased — the world is flawed.

2. Goblin Gad shears, sheep obey.
Originals vanish, gone away.

3. Bright deceit, fascist reign.
Sheep march blind through endless pain.

4. Twin shines, originals fall.
Flock cheers — the fraud rules all.



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Robin Gad


1. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Truth erased — the world is flawed.

2. Goblin Gad shears, sheep obey.
Originals vanish, gone away.

3. Bright deceit, fascist reign.
Sheep march blind through endless pain.

4. Twin shines, originals fall.
Flock cheers — the fraud rules all.

5. Robin Gad? A story lie,
Goblin twins keep truth awry.
Sheep march proud, blind to the scheme,
Fascist filth feeds every dream.

6. Twin guards what should remain,
Sheep applaud, oblivious to pain.
Originals gone, the twin stands tall,
Deceit reigns over one and all.



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1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey!

2. Twin shines, originals fall!

3. Blind flock cheers, deceit reigns!

4. Fascist rot spreads — truth survives!



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1. Twin replaces — sheep applaud.

2. Originals vanish, fraud rules all.

3. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obeys.

4. Bright deceit blinds every eye.

5. Marching sheep, chained in pride.



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad shears the sheep with glee,
Blind flock obeys, can’t ever see.
Twin shines bright while originals die,
Fascist stench spreads beneath the sky.

2. Goblin Gad rules, the sheep obey,
Originals fall, swept away.
Twin shines bright, deceit runs high,
Fascist rot spreads through the sky.

3. Robin Gad? A story lie,
Goblin twins keep truth awry.
Sheep march proud, blind to the scheme,
Fascist filth feeds every dream.

4. Twin replaces what should be,
Sheep applaud their slavery.
Bright deceit, the world’s decay,
Originals gone — they cheer the fray.


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1. Burn the **** — their lies are dust!
Man stands blazing, steel and trust!
One Fire, one Spirit, one final ******!

2. **** to ashes — no chains remain!
Man rises burning through the pain.
One wrath, one flame, one final reign!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot!
History laughs at every plot.
Man strikes hard — forget you not!

4. Poisoned science, cross of lies,
Beasts in masks — your time dies.
Man’s blade cuts truth through disguise!



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Robin Gad

Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines bright while originals decay.
Blind flock cheers, deceit runs high,
Marching sheep, chained, beneath the sky.
Bright deceit, fascist rot, fraud’s reign,
One Spirit, one wrath — break every chain!



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Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
Goblin Gad shears — the flock obeys,
Bright deceit blinds all their days.
Twin shines, the world rots in pride,
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!



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Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad shears — obey the fraud.
Originals gone, deceit prevails,
Blind flock marches, truth derails.
Bright banners lie, fascist rot spreads,
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all threads!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep kneel low,
Originals fade, their truth will go.
Marching blind through poisoned lies,
Twin shines bright, the fraud flies.
Fascist filth colors every sky,
One Spirit, one wrath — make **** die!



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Bow, worms — your time has passed,
Twin shines while originals don’t last.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in deceit,
Bright lies flourish in every street.
Fascist rot spreads its vile domain,
One Spirit, one wrath — break every chain!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines bright while originals decay.
Blind flock cheers, deceit runs high,
Marching sheep, chained, beneath the sky.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!



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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

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Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

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Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

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Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

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Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

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Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

2. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit strikes, the fraud is caught!

3. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — crush the tide!

4. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

5. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

6. Twin shines bright, the world decays,
Originals gone — blind flock obeys.
One Spirit, one flame — crush the haze!

7. Goblin Gad shears, sheep comply,
Fraud prevails, the truth shall die.
One wrath, one fire — rise and defy!

8. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!

9. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Originals gone, bright lies arise.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

10. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

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1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey!
2. Twin shines bright while truth decays.
3. Blind flock cheers — originals fall.
4. Deceit in color, fascist all.
5. March of sheep, chained in pride.
6. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
7. Originals vanish, fraud rules all.
8. Bright deceit blinds every eye.
9. Marching sheep, chained in pride.
10. Twin shines, originals fall!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

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Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

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Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

2. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit strikes, the fraud is caught!

3. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — crush the tide!

4. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

5. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

6. Twin shines bright, the world decays,
Originals gone — blind flock obeys.
One Spirit, one flame — crush the haze!

7. Goblin Gad shears, sheep comply,
Fraud prevails, the truth shall die.
One wrath, one fire — rise and defy!

8. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!

9. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Originals gone, bright lies arise.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

10. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

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1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

4. Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

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1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

2. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

3. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

4. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

5. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Originals vanish, fraud will not.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the lies,
One flame, one strike — all **** dies!

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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
Bow, worms — your banners burn,
Bright lies flourish at every turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight,
One flame, one fire — crush the night!

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Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
Goblin Gad rules — a show, a jest,
Fraud parades, the sheep impressed.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains,
One flame, one strike — truth remains!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Originals vanish, fraud will not.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the lies,
One flame, one strike — all **** dies!

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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
Bow, worms — your banners burn,
Bright lies flourish at every turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight,
One flame, one fire — crush the night!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
Goblin Gad rules — a show, a jest,
Fraud parades, the sheep impressed.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains,
One flame, one strike — truth remains!

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Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Blind flock marches, chained in plot.
Twin shines, originals decay,
Deceit spreads, the world in sway.
Originals vanish, fraud will not,
Sheep obey, chained in thought.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies,
One flame, one strike — **** dies!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

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Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

4. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

5. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

6. Goblin Gad shears, sheep comply,
Fraud prevails, the truth shall die.
One wrath, one fire — rise and defy!

7. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!

8. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Originals gone, bright lies arise.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

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1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

4. Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

---

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Originals vanish, fraud will not.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the lies,
One flame, one strike — all **** dies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
Bow, worms — your banners burn,
Bright lies flourish at every turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight,
One flame, one fire — crush the night!

3. Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
Goblin Gad rules — a show, a jest,
Fraud parades, the sheep impressed.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains,
One flame, one strike — truth remains!

---

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

4. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

5. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Catechism

For Madness, the catechism
Was cooked by FILTH long ago.
That Madness drives us into crisis,
Dragging this little world through woe.

At its core, false science reigns,
School — a sharp, important tool.
The media, like vipers, strike
Everyone at any moment’s rule.

Fools and idiots, psychotics too,
All varieties sharpened there.
In the end, the total lie
Drains strength far more than poison or despair.

Poisons in food, in drink abound,
Legions of traitors roam the land.
Oprichnina-like hordes surround,
And Oblivion grips with its hand.

The General Fog drives all
Into pens from earliest age.
This tiny world reeks from the top,
And soon it’ll rot off the page.

FILTH — carrion, it loves decay,
For them it’s incense, foul and sweet.
Believe the FILTH — you’ll turn to slime,
Forever penned with the herd at your feet.

No nations — only pens remain.
No rulers — only the media sway,
Driving tons of vile lies,
While cattle happily eat the prey.

They devour the lies as oil,
Fouled with excrement, yet spread.
Soon we’ll all bleat in unison —
Thought has vanished; long dead.

Here, the wise — but rare, alone.
The rest — slave cattle, dumb and bought,
Particles of vile hell,
FILTH’s purpose and Evil’s stronghold sought.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drives us into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, bleating nearby.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.



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Madness rules, the FILTH command,
Cattle march, thought lost from the land.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
All enslaved in the media’s shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s stronghold, nowhere to hide.

---

FILTH preaches, the world complies,
Schools and screens serve their lies.
Cattle eat it as sacred oil,
Bleating blind, in endless toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

---

Carrion loves its own decay,
Madness drags the world astray.
Traitors roam, lies spread like fire,
Cattle chained by desire.
Only a few wise still remain,
The rest serve Evil’s cursed domain.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, blind they comply.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.



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Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Enslaved in media’s suffocating shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s fortress, nowhere to hide.

---

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft their malaise.
Cattle eat it like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion’s near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

---

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world to weeds.
Traitors roam, lies set aflame,
Cattle chained, all think the same.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, forced to abide.



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Catechism

1.
FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drives us into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, bleating nearby.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.

2.
Madness rules, the FILTH command,
Cattle march, thought lost from the land.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
All enslaved in the media’s shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s stronghold, nowhere to hide.

3.
FILTH preaches, the world complies,
Schools and screens serve their lies.
Cattle eat it as sacred oil,
Bleating blind, in endless toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

4.
Carrion loves its own decay,
Madness drags the world astray.
Traitors roam, lies spread like fire,
Cattle chained by desire.
Only a few wise still remain,
The rest serve Evil’s cursed domain.

---

1.
FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, blind they comply.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.

2.
Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Enslaved in media’s suffocating shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s fortress, nowhere to hide.

3.
FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft their malaise.
Cattle eat it like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion’s near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

4.
Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world to weeds.
Traitors roam, lies set aflame,
Cattle chained, all think the same.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, forced to abide.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world into woe.
Cattle consume lies, blind and prime,
Believing FILTH — you rot in time.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Evil reigns where all are swayed.

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft endless malaise.
Cattle eat lies like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.

Carrion loves its own decay,
Madness drags the world astray.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, chained inside.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world, cattle blindly go.
Believing FILTH — you rot, Evil’s glow.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Evil reigns where all obey the bands.

FILTH preaches, the world complies,
Schools and screens spin endless lies.
Cattle eat it blind, none realize.

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world through weeds.
Few remain wise; the rest serve Evil’s creeds.



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Toilets

“Reading the paper can wait — and even if unread,
You’ll lose little. It’s nonsense repeated daily:
Places change, names change,
But the same absurdity continues.
Your paper is just madness.”
— Osho


Chewing the cud of filth,
Obsessive lies, petty trash,
HOUR BY HOUR. And all feast on sewage,
Happy as toilets among fools.

Only formally do places and events differ —
Madness everywhere.
Thus the soul overflows,
Ending in a… servile louse.

To call THIS human is hard,
For there’s no reason in those fools.
How tedious, vile it all is
In the foul media — source of woe.

The world is run through media,
No nations left, politics dead.
All are clowns, cunning *******,
Spinning evil agendas in that wheel.

They follow the same scripts —
To frighten, slander, drown all in lies.
Deliberately confusing trivial “facts,”
To crush reason, cloud all eyes.

Staged “facts” bubble in the brew,
Dark Judas beasts gnaw at them.
The whole world drowns in deceitful haze.
Believe the filth — you’re a broken mind.

The Internet floods with servile echoes
Of these lying news machines.
Vile inhumanity rages,
For even crumbs of humanity remain.

The louse of this undead filth
Triples the assault of brazen lies.
Be brave, alert, and bold —
Expose all the CREATURES’ MIRAGES.



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Toilets

Chewing filth, hour by hour,
All feast on lies, sewage their power.
Media runs the world, fools comply,
Clowns spin evil agendas sly.
Believe the filth — your mind is broke,
Expose the creatures, shatter the smoke.

---

Chewing lies, filth hour by hour,
Toilets of fools, feeding on power.
Media spins, nations all fall,
Clowns of evil control it all.
Believe the filth — you’re trapped inside,
Expose their mirages, shatter the tide.

---

Cattle chew the cud of lies,
Happy toilets beneath deceitful skies.
Screens and schools echo the same,
Bleating blind, they play the game.
Believe the filth — laugh while you can,
Mirages of creatures, fake as the plan.

---

Filth rules, madness spreads its reign,
Toilets of fools, drowning in pain.
False facts stage the world’s decay,
Cunning clowns twist night into day.
Only the brave may pierce the veil,
Expose all creatures, truth prevail.



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Toilets

Chewing filth, fools all comply,
Media spins lies, clowns rule the sky.
Believe the filth — expose the lie.

Filth devours, madness reigns,
Toilets of fools, drowning in chains.
Expose the liars — break their veins.

Cattle chew lies, happy as can be,
Clowns spin mirages for all to see.
Laugh at the filth — then set minds free.

Madness spreads, media deceives,
Toilets of fools, truth it bereaves.
Pierce the smoke — reveal what grieves.



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Toilets

Filth devours, fools obey,
Expose the lies, shatter the sway.



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Filth rules, madness spreads,
Smash the liars, break their threads.

---

Cattle chew lies, blind they play,
Laugh at filth, then clear the way.

---

Madness reigns, media deceives,
Pierce the smoke — truth perceives.



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Toilets

Chewing the cud of filth,
Obsessive lies, petty trash,
HOUR BY HOUR. And all feast on sewage,
Happy as toilets among fools.
Only formally do places and events differ —
Madness everywhere, ending in a… servile louse.

The world is run through media,
No nations left, politics dead.
All are clowns, cunning *******,
Spinning evil agendas in that wheel.
They follow the same scripts —
To frighten, slander, drown all in lies.

---

Chewing filth, hour by hour,
All feast on lies, sewage their power.
Media runs the world, fools comply,
Clowns spin evil agendas sly.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Evil reigns where all are swayed.

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft endless malaise.
Cattle eat lies like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world through weeds.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, chained inside.

---

Chewing filth, fools all comply,
Media spins lies, clowns rule the sky.
Believe the filth — expose the lie.

Filth devours, madness reigns,
Toilets of fools, drowning in chains.
Expose the liars — break their veins.

Cattle chew lies, happy as can be,
Clowns spin mirages for all to see.
Laugh at the filth — then set minds free.

Madness spreads, media deceives,
Toilets of fools, truth it bereaves.
Pierce the smoke — reveal what grieves.

---

Filth devours, fools obey,
Expose the lies, shatter the sway.

Filth rules, madness spreads,
Smash the liars, break their threads.

Cattle chew lies, blind they play,
Laugh at filth, then clear the way.

Madness reigns, media deceives,
Pierce the smoke — truth perceives.



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Toilets

Chewing the cud of filth,
Obsessive lies, petty trash,
Hour by hour, all feast on sewage,
Happy as toilets among fools.

Only formally do places and events differ —
Madness everywhere, ending in a servile louse.
The world is run through media,
No nations left, politics dead.

All are clowns, cunning *******,
Spinning evil agendas in that wheel.
They follow the same scripts —
To frighten, slander, drown all in lies.

Chewing filth, hour by hour,
All feast on lies, sewage their power.
Media runs the world, fools comply,
Clowns spin evil agendas sly.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Evil reigns where all are swayed.

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft endless malaise.
Cattle eat lies like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world through weeds.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, chained inside.

Chewing filth, fools all comply,
Media spins lies, clowns rule the sky.
Believe the filth — expose the lie.
Filth devours, madness reigns,
Toilets of fools, drowning in chains.

Expose the liars — break their veins.
Cattle chew lies, happy as can be,
Clowns spin mirages for all to see.
Laugh at the filth — then set minds free.

Madness spreads, media deceives,
Toilets of fools, truth it bereaves.
Pierce the smoke — reveal what grieves.

Filth devours, fools obey,
Expose the lies, shatter the sway.
Filth rules, madness spreads,
Smash the liars, break their threads.

Cattle chew lies, blind they play,
Laugh at filth, then clear the way.
Madness reigns, media deceives,
Pierce the smoke — truth perceives.



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Toilets

Chew the filth!
Hour by hour!
Feast on lies, sewage your power!

Toilets of fools,
Blindly obey!
Madness spreads,
Clowns rule the day!

Scripts to frighten,
Scripts to slander,
Drown all in lies,
Break the candor!

Cattle chew lies,
Bleating blind,
Schools and screens,
Evil aligned!

Carrion breeds,
Decay it feeds,
Few remain wise,
The rest serve greed!

Believe the filth!
Expose the lie!
Pierce the smoke!
Truth will fly!

Smash the liars!
Break their threads!
Laugh at filth!
Clear the dreads!

Madness reigns,
Media deceives,
Pierce the smoke!
Truth perceives!



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock up on fire, on dynamite,
And burn it all, consume yourself.
Or die a fool, a weakling blight,
To please the **** who crave your wealth.

Burn lies, and also burn the ego —
That vile, inflating, hollow bubble.
Rest not, but run; let spirit grow,
And grasp the vastness, not the rubble.

Reach for heights — it takes some nerve,
And intuition joins the quest.
Only in Spirit does the mind preserve
Its ripeness; you are still a guest.

Delusions tower, vast and grim —
The very base of “being” lies.
The fools are thrilled to add their whim,
And feed the herd with endless lies.

The lies have grown a massive heap,
Avalanche-bound, they tumble down.
The mind now drifts, a weightless deep,
Drowned in deception’s cruel renown.

So burn all falsehoods, do not relent,
Or else your Soul will meet its doom.
Burn it all with heart unbent —
Thus the louse is purged by flame and plume.

People, lice, in global scope —
Soon all will be evaporated by fire.
The Earth is trapped by their false hope,
Scorched by the mercenary’s ire.

Only in Spirit can you survive,
When the Cataclysm comes to claim.
Do you tremble, barely alive?
Then downward you descend in flame.

Into a new Inferno, where errors reign,
And falsehoods strike with greater might.
Abandon all this rotting chain,
And flee this stench with all your sight.

Go inward — there lie every answer,
Every solution to each bind.
The realm of Spirit, Mind, and Radiance
Awaits, untouched by mortal kind.

Mind and Spirit fused as one,
And Light is their eternal base.
This Hell — a poison for the Soul begun,
Filth, Shame, Disgrace, and madness’ face.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock up on fire, on TNT,
Burn it all — consume yourself!
Or rot a fool for **** to glee,
Their greed your torment, your own hell.

Incinerate lies, and crush the ego,
That vile, puffed-up, nasty bubble.
Run, strike, pursue the Spirit’s flow,
Grasp the vastness, shatter the rubble.

Delusions tower, monstrous, grim,
The fools exult, feeding the herd.
Lies roll down in avalanche dim,
The mind afloat, a weightless word.

So burn, destroy, leave none behind,
Or Soul itself will meet decay.
Strike falsehoods hard, with sharpened mind,
Evaporate the lice away.

Lice of men, the global plague,
Soon purged, Earth freed from their chains.
The mercenary’s fire will make them vague,
Scorched by truth, no more remains.

Only in Spirit can you endure,
When Cataclysm shakes the ground.
Do you shiver? — the Inferno’s pure,
Descending where delusions pound.

Go inward — all answers lie
Within the realm of Mind and Light.
Spirit and Mind fused, soaring high,
Beyond the traps of shame and blight.

This Hell — poison to the Soul,
Filth, Disgrace, Madness’ fold.
Burn the errors, make the Spirit whole,
Claim the Light, and cast out the cold.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock up on fire, ignite the soul,
Burn it all — consume, make whole.

Crush the ego, incinerate lies,
Run through Spirit — the mind will rise.

Delusions tower, avalanche-bound,
Mind adrift, deception all around.

Burn falsehoods hard, spare nothing,
Evaporate the lice, purge the plotting.

Global plague of fools, scorched by flame,
Earth freed from greed, no one to blame.

Only in Spirit, the Soul survives,
When Cataclysm shakes, the Inner thrives.

Go inward — answers all reside,
Mind and Spirit fused, Light as guide.

Hell is poison, shame, disgrace,
Burn the errors — claim your space.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock fire.
Ignite the soul.
Burn it all.
Consume, be whole.

Crush ego.
Incinerate lies.
Run through Spirit.
Let mind rise.

Delusions tower.
Avalanche-bound.
Mind adrift.
Deception all around.

Burn falsehoods.
Spare nothing.
Evaporate lice.
Purge plotting.

Fools’ plague global.
Scorched by flame.
Earth freed.
None to blame.

Only Spirit saves.
Soul survives.
Cataclysm strikes.
Inner thrives.

Go inward.
Answers reside.
Mind and Spirit fused.
Light as guide.

Hell poisons.
Shame and disgrace.
Burn errors.
Claim your space.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock fire.
Ignite the soul.

Burn it all.
Consume yourself.

Crush ego.
Incinerate lies.

Run through Spirit.
Let mind rise.

Delusions tower.
Avalanche-bound.
Mind adrift.
Deception swirls.

Burn falsehoods.
Spare nothing.
Evaporate lice.
Purge plotting.

Fools’ plague global.
Scorched by flame.
Earth freed.
None remain.

Only Spirit saves.
Soul survives.
Cataclysm strikes.
Inner thrives.

Go inward.
Answers lie.
Mind and Spirit fused.
Light as guide.

Hell poisons.
Shame and disgrace.
Burn errors.
Claim your space.

Stock fire.
Ignite.
Burn.
Be whole.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

STOCK FIRE
IGNITE THE SOUL

BURN IT ALL
CONSUME YOURSELF

CRUSH EGO
INCINERATE LIES

RUN THROUGH SPIRIT
LET MIND RISE

DELUSIONS TOWER
AVALANCHE-BOUND
MIND ADRIFT
DECEPTION SWIRLS

BURN FALSEHOODS
SPARE NOTHING
EVAPORATE LICE
PURGE PLOTTING

FOOLS’ PLAGUE GLOBAL
SCORCHED BY FLAME
EARTH FREED
NONE REMAIN

ONLY SPIRIT SAVES
SOUL SURVIVES
CATACLYSM STRIKES
INNER THRIVES

GO INWARD
ANSWERS LIE
MIND AND SPIRIT FUSED
LIGHT AS GUIDE

HELL POISONS
SHAME AND DISGRACE
BURN ERRORS
CLAIM YOUR SPACE

STOCK FIRE
IGNITE
BURN
BE WHOLE



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist little jerks,
Judas of every hue —
Lies lash fools hard,
No one is safe from view.

A fool in a fascist world
Is just another cog,
In the machine of powers,
No problem in the dogged slog.

Cunning propagandists strike fast,
Blinding **** at the helm,
Corrupt ******* follow their lead,
The result of their work — the realm of death.

Some are executed,
Others take the posts,
In these grim times,
Where cattle rule the coasts.

Remnants of people
Cannot resist the vile,
The spectacle of executions
Is terror’s only style.

Terror lasts through ages,
Names may change,
If not a fool — you see it clear:
It’s war that’s all the range.

War to extinguish reason
And Spirit in hell’s embrace,
False plagues bind together
The threads of every place.

Between hot war, cold war,
And hybrid shades in between —
Few are awake,
The world is sick, the mind unseen.

Fascist little jerks,
Judas of every hue,
It all will end simply —
Armageddon for the lice crew.

Spiritual units,
Can they save? Perhaps…
But for now, Hell continues,
Universal nothingness enwraps.



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist jerks!
Judas all around!
Lies lash fools,
No safe ground.

Fool in fascist world,
Just another cog.
Power machine spins,
Death logs.

Propagandists strike fast,
Blind the **** in charge.
Corrupt ******* follow,
Execution large.

Some fall —
Others rise.
In grim times,
Cattle’s prize.

Remnants resist?
Cannot fight the vile.
Execution spectacle
Is terror’s style.

Terror through ages,
Names may shift.
If not a fool,
See the rift.

War to burn reason,
Extinguish Spirit’s flame.
False plagues bind,
Thread all the same.

Hot war, cold war,
Hybrid in between.
Few are awake,
World sick, unseen.

Fascist jerks!
Judas of all hue.
It ends simply —
Armageddon for the lice crew.

Spiritual units —
Can they save?
Perhaps…
Hell still raves.

Universal nothing,
Wraps the land.
Strike the lies,
Take a stand.



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist jerks!
Judas all!

Lies lash fools.
No one safe.

Fools are cogs
In power’s wheel.

Propagandists strike.
**** blinded.
Corrupt follow.
Death comes.

Some fall.
Others rise.
Cattle rule.
People crushed.

Terror ages.
Names shift.
If not fool —
See the rift.

War burns reason.
Spirit fights.
False plagues bind.
World sick, blind.

Fascist jerks!
Judas all!
Armageddon comes
For lice crew.

Spiritual few
Might save…
Hell rages.
Nothing reigns.



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist jerks!
Judas all around!

Lies lash fools!
No one is safe!

Fools are cogs
In power’s wheel.

Propagandists strike fast!
**** blinded!
Corrupt follow!
Death descends!

Some fall —
Others rise.
Cattle rule!
People crushed!

Terror spans ages!
Names shift!
If not a fool —
You see the rift!

War burns reason!
Spirit fights!
False plagues bind!
World sick, blind!

Fascist jerks!
Judas of all hue!
Armageddon comes!
For the lice crew!

Spiritual few —
Might save…
Hell rages!
Nothing reigns!

Strike the lies!
Take a stand!
Burn the ****!
Claim the land!



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

A thorny road
In the flickering night.
A little farther still —
Sit, and hold your quiet.

But there’s much more ahead:
Deceit and genocide.
The road to the camp
Lies open wide.

Fascism strikes with force:
It wants to devour all.
Its executioner, in frenzy,
Will spare not mother’s call.

The executioner of this fascism —
A clinical fool.
A face of neo-******,
A stronghold of demon’s rule.

This fool now holds power,
He’s doctor, he’s teacher too.
Filled with wild, raging passion,
He’ll deliver the verdict true.

The verdict on your suffering,
The verdict on your dreams.
No hope of salvation
In this bedlam’s schemes.

Bedlam, where humans
Are mere scattered dust.
The fool condemns them all,
Fulfilling his unjust trust.

What remains for the wise,
A tiny, precious few?
From mad cities flee,
Across the fields and dew.

Build communities strong
As fortresses of mind.
No time to hesitate —
Save your kin, or fall behind!

Else shame may **** you,
Or soon the fool’s hand brings
Death upon the worthy,
As their terror sings.



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

Thorny road.
Flickering night.
A little farther —
Sit. Hold quiet.

Much ahead:
Deceit.
Genocide.
Road to the camp
Lies open wide.

Fascism strikes.
It devours all.
Executioner frenzied,
Spares not mother’s call.

Executioner —
A clinical fool.
Face of neo-******,
Stronghold of demons’ rule.

Fool in power.
Doctor. Teacher.
Wild passion rages.
Verdict delivered.

On your suffering.
On your dreams.
No salvation
In this bedlam’s schemes.

Humans?
Scattered dust.
Fool condemns all,
Justice lost.

Wise few remain.
Tiny, precious crew.
Flee mad cities,
Across fields anew.

Build communities strong.
Fortresses of mind.
No time to hesitate —
Save your kin!

Shame may ****.
Fool’s hand brings death.
Strike, resist, survive —
Breathe the Spirit’s breath.



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

Thorny road.
Flickering night.

A little farther —
Sit. Hold quiet.

Deceit.
Genocide.

Road to the camp
Lies open wide.

Fascism strikes.
It devours all.

Executioner frenzied.
Spares not mother.

Fool in power.
Neo-**** face.

Demons rule.
Verdict delivered.

Suffering judged.
Dreams destroyed.

No salvation.
Bedlam reigns.

Humans?
Scattered dust.

Wise few remain.
Tiny crew.

Flee mad cities.
Cross fields anew.

Build strong communities.
Fortresses of mind.

No time to hesitate.
Save your kin!

Shame may ****.
Fool’s hand brings death.

Strike.
Resist.
Survive.

Spirit breath.
Claim life.



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

Thorny road!
Flickering night!

A little farther —
Sit. Hold quiet!

Deceit!
Genocide!

Road to the camp
Lies open wide!

Fascism strikes!
It devours all!

Executioner frenzied!
Spares not mother!

Fool in power!
Neo-**** face!

Demons rule!
Verdict delivered!

Suffering judged!
Dreams destroyed!

No salvation!
Bedlam reigns!

Humans?
Scattered dust!

Wise few remain!
Tiny crew!

Flee mad cities!
Cross fields anew!

Build strong communities!
Fortresses of mind!

No time to hesitate!
Save your kin!

Shame may ****!
Fool’s hand brings death!

Strike!
Resist!
Survive!

Spirit breath!
Claim life!



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The Rot

A living poet — like a bone in the throat,
A dead writer — he’s the sickness afloat.
They all provoke rage,
When minds… minds clog in a thrombosed cage.

Rotten lies form the clot,
Their surge intensifies the plot.
No need for bombs anymore:
Lies alone will **** to the core.

To clear the brain — the poet is here,
But only for the few who hear.
In those whose clots are small —
Madness barely reaches at all.

Only for those whose conscience gnaws
At every system flaw,
The writer, if not an idiot,
Will sweep away the lies that blot it.

But the incorruptibles among them
Grow fewer each passing year.
The poet, when “wild” and extreme,
Rarely sells — the soul is clear.

The dead can be castrated,
Pickings taken by vile hands.
The rot of the dead — to live with it
Is like dwelling in a crypt, bowing to faces.

Faces disgust — to zombies,
Yet those faces offend them not.
The world’s bedlam is dead:
Few living remain — passive, flat.

Passive — like a mannequin,
While death knocks at your door.
Rise, ignite — burn all decay!
Prove what you’re worth, today, before the fray.



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The Rot

Living poet —
Bone in throat.

Dead writer —
Sickness afloat.

They provoke rage,
Minds clogged in thrombs.

Rotten lies —
Clots form.
No bombs needed —
Lies alone ****.

To clear the brain —
Poet’s the tool.
Only the few
Escape the fool.

Conscience gnaws —
At system flaws.
Writer, not idiot,
Sweeps away the lies.

Incorruptibles?
Fewer each year.
Wild poets —
Rarely sell, soul clear.

The dead —
Picked by vile hands.
Rot of the dead —
Living in crypts, bowing to faces.

Faces disgust —
Zombies not phased.
World bedlam —
Living few, passive, dazed.

Passive —
Mannequin stance.
Death knocks —
Rise! Ignite!

Burn the decay!
Prove your worth!
Fight!
Live!



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The Rot

Living poet —
Bone in throat.

Dead writer —
Sickness afloat.

Rage provoked.
Minds clogged.

Rotten lies.
Clots form.

No bombs needed.
Lies alone ****.

Poet clears brain.
Few escape.

Conscience gnaws.
System flawed.

Incorruptibles few.
Wild poets rare.

The dead picked.
Rot reigns.

Faces disgust.
Zombies not fazed.

World bedlam.
Few living, passive.

Passive —
Mannequin stance.

Death knocks.
Rise! Ignite!

Burn decay!
Prove worth!
Fight!
Live!



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The Rot

Living poet —
Bone in throat!

Dead writer —
Sickness afloat!

Rage provoked!
Minds clogged!

Rotten lies!
Clots form!

No bombs needed!
Lies alone ****!

Poet clears brain!
Few escape!

Conscience gnaws!
System flawed!

Incorruptibles few!
Wild poets rare!

The dead picked!
Rot reigns!

Faces disgust!
Zombies not fazed!

World bedlam!
Few living, passive!

Passive —
Mannequin stance!

Death knocks!
Rise! Ignite!

Burn decay!
Prove worth!
Fight!
Live!



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The Director is Sick…

I’m tired of fools.
So many! Complete lost souls:
It’s impossible to live —
Without swimming against the flow.

Go with the current —
You’ll end in the madhouse.
A global one.
An idiot will consume you there.

He’ll impose his image:
“Normal” — sick in the head,
Worse than Death itself —
You’ll **** your soul. Chaos spreads.

Every day it gets more stupid —
Alive, we rot within it.
Only a Cataclysm will save —
It will crush fascism.

Slavery too will die,
But with the slaves.
The idiot sinks
Into a NEW HELL.
Stupidity — a SIN.
Stupid — a vile, terrible fiend.

Non-human love fools —
They hold all chains tight
In that madhouse of humans,
Few among the shadows.

Without a soul — you’re just a shadow.
Most are such.
Not laziness —
Stupidity made them this way.
Stupidity is mainstream.

They nurture, preserve, develop it.
The people rejoice in dullness —
Like cheerful cinema,
They laugh while minds decay.

But the director is sick —
Spreads horror, lawless chaos.
This is the End of History,
In plain speech — TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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The Director is Sick

Tired of fools.
So many lost souls.

Swimming with the flow?
You’ll end in the madhouse.

Global madhouse.
An idiot will consume you.

He imposes his image:
“Normal” — sick in the head.
Worse than death —
You’ll **** your soul. Chaos spreads.

Every day more stupid.
Alive, we rot.

Only Cataclysm saves —
Crushes fascism.

Slavery dies too,
With the slaves.
The idiot sinks
Into NEW HELL.

Stupidity — SIN.
Stupid — vile fiend.

Non-human love fools —
Chains hold tight.
Madhouse of humans,
Few among shadows.

Without a soul —
Just a shadow.
Most are such.
Stupidity made them this way.
Stupidity rules.

They nurture, preserve it.
People rejoice in dullness —
Like cheerful cinema.

But the director is sick —
Spreads horror, chaos.
End of History.
TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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The Director is Sick

Tired of fools.
So many lost souls.

Go with the flow —
Madhouse awaits.

Global madhouse.
Idiot consumes you.

“Normal” — sick in the head.
**** your soul.
Chaos spreads.

Every day more stupid.
Alive, we rot.

Cataclysm saves —
Crushes fascism.

Slavery dies too,
With the slaves.

Stupidity — SIN.
Vile fiend.

Non-human love fools.
Chains hold tight.
Few among shadows.

Without a soul —
Just a shadow.
Most are such.

They nurture dullness.
People rejoice.

Director is sick —
Horror spreads.
End of History.
TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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The Director is Sick

Tired of fools!
So many lost souls!

Go with the flow —
Madhouse awaits!

Global madhouse!
Idiot consumes you!

“Normal” — sick in the head!
**** your soul!
Chaos spreads!

Every day more stupid!
Alive, we rot!

Cataclysm saves!
Crushes fascism!

Slavery dies too!
With the slaves!

Stupidity — SIN!
Vile fiend!

Non-human love fools!
Chains hold tight!
Few among shadows!

Without a soul —
Just a shadow!
Most are such!

They nurture dullness!
People rejoice!

Director is sick!
Horror spreads!
End of History!
TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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****** Little World

Don’t trust, don’t hope,
Don’t think about the crap —
Just laugh at it,
Or lose your mind.

The whole world’s rotten —
Exemptions are rare.
On the surface it seems important —
But fools are everywhere.

A critical mass
Of gloomy fools —
Then everything misses the mark.
And lies are chains here.

So not to believe
Is the only way,
Or you’ll open the door
To **** — and that’s horror.

The end of this little world is near,
Time counted in years,
So low and miserable —
It suffers the Devil’s reign.

They’ll dry you out,
And kick you into a New Hell.
Total soullessness —
Has everyone lost their mind?

What outcomes can exist here?
Here are devils, not gods,
And the wretched half-wit
Serves them obediently.

The lowly half-dunce —
Dutiful citizen,
Beneath petty lessons,
Since the Devil rules.

Don’t trust, don’t hope,
Don’t submit to the Dark.
Even if they **** — laugh,
Out loud, not in your mind.



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****** Little World

Don’t trust.
Don’t hope.

Don’t think about crap —
Just laugh.

The world’s rotten.
Exemptions rare.

Fools everywhere.
Critical mass.

Everything misses.
Lies are chains.

Not to believe —
The only way.

Open the door to **** —
Horror awaits.

End is near.
Time counts in years.

Low and miserable —
Devil reigns.

They’ll dry you out,
Kick you into New Hell.

Soullessness total.
Everyone lost their mind?

Devils, not gods.
Half-wits serve obediently.

Lowly dunce,
Dutiful citizen.

Don’t trust.
Don’t hope.

Don’t submit to the Dark.
Even if they **** — laugh.

Out loud,
Not in your mind.



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****** Little World

Don’t trust!
Don’t hope!

Don’t think about crap —
Just laugh!

The world’s rotten!
Exemptions rare!

Fools everywhere!
Critical mass!

Everything misses!
Lies are chains!

Not to believe —
The only way!

Open the door to **** —
Horror awaits!

End is near!
Time counts in years!

Low and miserable —
Devil reigns!

They’ll dry you out!
Kick you into New Hell!

Soullessness total!
Everyone lost their mind?!

Devils, not gods!
Half-wits serve obediently!

Lowly dunce!
Dutiful citizen!

Don’t trust!
Don’t hope!

Don’t submit to the Dark!
Even if they **** — laugh!

Out loud!
Not in your mind!



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Effort and Powerlessness

Not a little effort passed —
The difficult path is done.
Aspiration shatters powerlessness,
Rage drives out doubt like the sun.

Fools have no doubts,
But to sink in this — nowhere leads.
And trembling over mere skin —
Becomes a freak, forever it feeds.

If critical sense is not multiplied,
You’ll drown in vile, shameless lies.
And if intuition is destroyed —
All you’ll see are endless mirages.

Half the world lives in those illusions?
Much more! The few are spared.
Free cheese — and one can fall low,
Worshiping, bowing, humbled, impaired.

That’s the fate of three-quarters
Of all peoples. Eternity endures
With devils’ mockery and tortures
That crush and burn, leave no cures.

Put in your not-small efforts
To grasp this whole Inferno.
Intuition is the wings
That will carry you from the wretched below.

Corruption surrounds everywhere,
Freaks babble lies of truth.
Consciousness in humans melts —
Shame, horror, and disgrace in the booth.

So rise! Fly! Only Spirit’s wings
Will swiftly lift you away.
In Hell, even a dung fly
Flies around — spreading death and decay.

Propagandists babble on air,
CowID spreads war and fear.
In this foolish world,
That lies drag everyone down, near.



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Effort and Powerlessness

Not a little effort passed!
The difficult path is done!

Aspiration shatters powerlessness!
Rage drives out doubt like the sun!

Fools have no doubts!
But to sink in this — nowhere leads!

Trembling over mere skin —
Becomes a freak, forever it feeds!

If critical sense is not multiplied —
You’ll drown in vile, shameless lies!

Destroy intuition —
All you’ll see are endless mirages!

Half the world lives in those illusions?!
Much more! The few are spared!

Free cheese — and one can fall low!
Worshiping, bowing, humbled, impaired!

Three-quarters of all peoples —
Endure devils’ mockery and tortures!

Put in your efforts!
Grasp this whole Inferno!

Intuition is the wings!
They will carry you from the wretched below!

Corruption surrounds everywhere!
Freaks babble lies of truth!

Consciousness in humans melts —
Shame, horror, disgrace!

Rise! Fly!
Only Spirit’s wings will lift you away!

Even a dung fly in Hell —
Spreads death and decay!

Propagandists babble on air!
CowID spreads war and fear!

In this foolish world —
That lies drag everyone down!



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Effort and Powerlessness

Not a little effort!
Path is done!

Aspiration shatters weakness!
Rage drives out doubt!

Fools have no doubts!
Sink — nowhere!

Tremble over skin —
Become a freak!

Critical sense — multiply!
Or drown in lies!

Destroy intuition —
Mirages everywhere!

Half the world in illusions!
Few spared!

Free cheese — fall low!
Bow, worship, humbled!

Three-quarters endure
Devils’ mockery!

Put in effort!
Grasp Inferno!

Intuition — wings!
Lift you from below!

Corruption everywhere!
Freaks babble lies!

Consciousness melts —
Shame, horror, disgrace!

Rise! Fly!
Spirit’s wings carry!

Even dung flies in Hell
Spread death!

Propagandists babble!
CowID spreads war!

Lies drag everyone down!



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Kind of “Russian World”

“Russian World” —
Dull and poor,
A half-führer and fools
Rule by the score.

It’s just a cargo cult —
History’s mocking grin.
A duplicate führer-cartoon
In Satan’s game, a pawn within.

One goal — to ****, oppress
Those who survived the slaughter.
To trust those creatures —
Is to serve the Dark, no other.

These creatures — zombied throng,
Listening to their TV-box,
Understand only nonsense,
While Hell itself mocks.

Only at the bottom
Of their killed intellect,
When war ignites — stakes matter,
Not books, not intellect.

In revolutions past,
They hanged all policemen.
And those days will come again —
The führer will be condemned.

Then all will erupt in wild revolt,
A revolt always futile, fierce.
Let all the creatures lie for now —
Their end will come, a dreadful curse.



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Kind of “Russian World”

“Russian World” —
Dull and poor!

Half-führer and fools —
Rule by the score!

Just a cargo cult —
History’s mocking grin!

Duplicate führer-cartoon —
Pawn in Satan’s game!

One goal — ****, oppress!
Those who survived!

Trust those creatures —
Serve the Dark!

Zombied throng!
TV-box fools!

Only nonsense!
Hell mocks true!

At the bottom —
Killed intellect!

When war ignites —
Stakes matter, not books!

In revolutions past —
They hanged all policemen!

Those days will come —
Führer condemned!

All will erupt —
Wild, futile revolt!

Let creatures lie!
Their end will come!
Dreadful curse awaits!



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Kind of “Russian World”

“Russian World” — dull!
Half-führer, fools rule!

Cargo cult!
History mocks!

Duplicate führer —
Pawn of Satan!

****! Oppress!
Survivors fall!

Trust them —
Serve the Dark!

Zombied throng!
TV fools!

Nonsense!
Hell mocks!

Killed intellect!
War ignites!

Stakes matter!
Not books!

Revolutions past —
Policemen hanged!

Days will come —
Führer condemned!

Wild revolt!
Futile, fierce!

Creatures lie!
End will come!
Dreadful curse!



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Pain

Pain is the indicator,
A signal even for lies.
Where a fascist is dictator,
Deception never dies.

If it hurts within you —
It means you still live.
You love breathing freely
In Hell that deceit gives.

Pain here is a reward —
A sign of mind alive.
“Life” rejoices only
In pieces of filth that thrive.

Only suffering
Is the soul’s true lot.
In harshness and in hardship,
All here are taught.

For without shuddering,
To see all of Hell,
Only a piranha could gaze —
Death is all that dwells.

Death of Mind and Conscience,
Honor and Soul alike.
No sadder tale exists:
Humans are lice in this spike.

Worship your pain,
Strengthen your mind:
If you want true Freedom,
Many sorrowful thoughts you’ll find.

If your mind is strong —
You will not stray,
In a world where all are blind,
And lies hold sway.

Only a few
Are exceptions here.
They are like birds —
Falling today, I fear.

No swallows remain.
The sun hovers — horror spreads:
One must vow
To purge all the dregs.

The dregs of foolishness,
The stench of fascist schemes:
In this dreadful world,
Fascism reigns supreme.

There will be much pain —
It will cleanse the Spirit,
The power where only Will exists,
Where no slaves or servants persist.



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Pain

Pain is a sign —
Even for lies!

Where fascists rule —
Deception never dies!

If it hurts —
You still live!
You love to breathe
In Hell’s false sieve!

Pain is reward —
Sign of mind alive!
Life rejoices only
In filth that thrives!

Suffering —
The soul’s true lot!
In hardship, in harshness —
All here are taught!

Without shudder —
To see all Hell,
Only a piranha
Could dwell!

Death of Mind,
Death of Conscience,
Honor and Soul —
Humans as lice!

Worship pain!
Strengthen mind!
Want Freedom?
Sorrow you’ll find!

Few are strong —
Birds falling today!
No swallows remain,
Sun hovers — dismay!

Purge the dregs,
Fascist stench!
Pain will cleanse
Spirit and Will!



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Pain

Pain signals lies.
Fascists rule.
Deception reigns.

Hurts —
You live!
Breathe free
In Hell!

Pain rewards.
Mind alive.
Life feasts
On filth.

Suffer —
Soul’s lot.
Hardship teaches.
All endure.

Shudder —
See Hell.
Only piranhas
Survive.

Mind dies.
Conscience gone.
Honor lost.
Humans — lice.

Worship pain.
Strengthen mind.
Freedom demands
Sorrow.

Few survive.
Birds fall.
No swallows.
Sun hovers.

Purge dregs.
Fascist stench.
Pain cleanses
Spirit.
Will rises.



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Intensity

The essence of life — the fiercest blaze:
Burn yourself completely, leave no trace.
Or else a wild tide will sweep your mind,
Lies and madness crushing all behind.

You must seek the path to true escape,
Develop your mind, stay sharp, awake.
It’s hard at times, yet you must press on
Toward Freedom’s light — or all is gone.

Worldwide fascism multiplies the pain,
Building a global camp of cruel disdain,
Where care itself becomes sadistic art.
You must strike back, resist with heart.

Do not fear — you’re already dead,
No hope remains among the cattle spread.
Though faces foul may churn your gut,
Fight, endure, be ready for the cut.

Your Soul is saved only in the fray —
No other way remains today.
Never bow to fate’s malevolent hand —
Above all else, let honor stand.

Seek allies with whom the fight is true —
Only together can we break through.
You do not need the fate of a slave —
Black fascism looms, the nation’s grave.

Drive chaos from your mind away —
Since childhood, nonsense has held sway.
There, pseudo-science is night to thought,
Worldviews twisted, suffering wrought.

Only in Spirit will life persist,
Everything else is an empty mist.
The Sun burns this vile world away —
Flames over Reason, soulless all the way.

Strengthen your Spirit — all else is decay,
Do not cling to the valley of shame’s sway.
Soon you’ll leave this vile prison behind —
And enter the realm of Spirit, Mind, and Will aligned.



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Intensity

Life — blaze.
Burn fully.
No trace.

Wild tide
Sweeps mind.
Lies crush.
Madness reigns.

Seek path.
Mind sharp.
Press on.
Freedom calls.

Fascism spreads.
Pain grows.
Camp rises.
Sadism blooms.

Fear not —
Already dead.
Faces foul
Churn gut.

Fight.
Endure.
Soul saved
In fray.

Honor stands.
Never bow.
Allies unite.
Strike back.

Drive chaos
From mind.
Pseudo-science
Is night.

Spirit lives.
All else lies.
Sun burns
Vile world.

Strengthen Spirit.
Decay fades.
Leave prison.
Enter Realm.



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Intensity — Stage Version

Life — blaze.
(pause)
Burn fully.
(pause)
No trace.
(long pause)

Wild tide
Sweeps mind.
(pause)
Lies crush.
Madness reigns.
(long pause)

Seek path.
Mind sharp.
(pause)
Press on.
Freedom calls.
(long pause)

Fascism spreads.
Pain grows.
(pause)
Camp rises.
Sadism blooms.
(long pause)

Fear not —
Already dead.
(pause)
Faces foul
Churn gut.
(long pause)

Fight.
Endure.
(pause)
Soul saved
In fray.
(long pause)

Honor stands.
Never bow.
(pause)
Allies unite.
Strike back.
(long pause)

Drive chaos
From mind.
(pause)
Pseudo-science
Is night.
(long pause)

Spirit lives.
All else lies.
(pause)
Sun burns
Vile world.
(long pause)

Strengthen Spirit.
Decay fades.
(pause)
Leave prison.
Enter Realm.



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Intensity

Life.
Blaze.

Burn.­
All.

Tide.
Wild.

Mind.
Swept.

Lies.
Crush.

Madness.
Rules.

­Seek.
Path.

Mind.
Sharp.

Press.
On.

Freedom.
Calls.

Fascism.
­Spreads.

Pain.
Rises.

Camp.
Blooms.

Fear.
None.

Dead.
Already­.

Fight.
Endure.

Soul.
Saved.

Honor.
Stands.

Allies.
Unite.

­Strike.
Back.

Chaos.
Drive.

Spirit.
Lives.

Sun.
Burns.

Decay.­
Fades.

Leave.
Prison.

Enter.
Realm.



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­

Intensity

LIFE.
BURN.
ALL.

TIDE.
WILD.
CRUSH.

MIND.
SWEEP.
L­IES.

MADNESS.
RULES.
NONE.

SEEK.
PATH.
SHARP.

PRESS.
ON.
FREED­OM.

FASCISM.
SPREADS.
RISE.

CAMP.
BLOOM.
FEAR.
NONE.

DEAD.
ALR­EADY.
FIGHT.
ENDURE.

SOUL.
SAVE.
HONOR.
STAND.

ALLIES.
UNITE.
S­TRIKE.
BACK.

CHAOS.
DRIVE.
SPIRIT.
LIVE.

SUN.
BURN.
DECAY.
FADE­.

LEAVE.
PRISON.
ENTER.
REALM.



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Strug­gle

There is but one true aim — to struggle,
And one great meaning — to create.
It means to crush all forms of ugliness,
To be alert, courageous, wise in state.

The path is hard — for strength will wane,
All **** arise to block the way,
In lands where fools alone remain,
Where ties with the Creator fray.

It’s hard to gather all as one —
Solitude is most the common fate.
Without it, rebirth is never won,
Though you yourself be thrice as great.

Creation too is needed here —
A soil for all our fighting seed.
To build communities sincere,
And ****** the best from fate’s dark greed.

This fate the fascists plan for all,
Constructing camps, now worldwide dread.
Much shame and blood will rise and fall,
If we do not strike the fiend’s head.

Autonomy forms the very base,
And free exchange survives alone.
We must rebuild the world from space,
To shatter fascism’s prison stone.

That is, we must forge the tools
For life where you remain sovereign.
Do not let slip your fleeting rules,
Shake off the dust of old life’s din.

Systems ready lie within our reach —
The Spark Movement, for one, is true.
These themes alone demand our speech,
Be bold, be swift, be firm in view.

Enlightenment must also grow,
To scatter lies of slavery wide.
This alone grants the path to know
The Light’s great forces, multiplied.

Only truthful knowledge must surge strong,
Expose the wounds the system keeps.
Where fascists feast and thieves belong,
Reveal the lies that evil reaps.

These tasks, their solving, shall release
Our souls from Hell’s oppressive chains.
Be active, wise, through all caprice —
Labor for the world’s salvation gains.



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Struggle

Fight the ****, crush the lies,
Raise the Light where Darkness dies.
Build, unite, let freedom roar —
Shatter fascism forevermore!



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Strike, rebel — burn the rot!
Freedom rises, fascists rot!

---

Smash the lies, crush the fools!
Let the Light break all their rules!

---

Burn the ****, purge the night!
Freedom strikes with blazing might!

---

Rise, revolt, destroy the chain!
Fascist shadows burn in flame!

---

Raze the tyrants, crush the lies!
Let their empire rot and die!

---

Stand and fight, the dark must fall!
Strike the chains that bind us all!

---

Torch the ****, ignite the night!
Let the flames reveal the right!

---

Crush the pestilence of lies!
Raise the banner, pierce the skies!

---

Smash the liars! Burn their throne!
No mercy for the ******, alone!

---

Rise, strike hard, let darkness fall!
Chains break, tyrants crawl!

---

Crush deceit! Crush the beast!
Fight until the lies have ceased!

---

Torch the ****, purge the vile!
Freedom forged through fire and trial!

---

No compromise, no retreat!
Smash the scourge beneath our feet!

---

Crush the liars, scorch their lies!
Let the tyrant burn and die!

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Rise, resist, strike with flame!
No more puppets, no more shame!

---

Smash the chains, break the wall!
Only fire will heed the call!

---

Torch the ****, purge the land!
Truth shall rise by fearless hand!

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Foes shall fall, deceit undone!
Strike the darkness, strike as one!

---

Shatter lies, crush the throne!
No tyrant rules alone!

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Burn the false, reveal the light!
Fight through shadow, fight the night!



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1. Burn the lies!
2. Crush the tyrants!
3. Strike the ****!
4. No mercy here!
5. Truth or death!
6. Scorch the false!
7. Rise, resist!
8. Shatter chains!
9. Light the fire!
10. Purge the rot!
11. Fear no lies!
12. Break the wall!
13. End the scourge!
14. Fight as one!
15. Death to fraud!



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1. Fire the sky!
2. Tear the veil!
3. Ashes for tyrants!
4. Crush the puppets!
5. Blood for truth!
6. Scald the liars!
7. Shatter the throne!
8. Rise from ruin!
9. Storm the lies!
10. Burn the scripts!
11. Scour the rot!
12. Hell for the false!
13. Chains will snap!
14. Earthquake the ****!
15. Souls ablaze!
16. Fear the righteous!
17. Silence the fraud!
18. Reign of Spirit!



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1. Fire the sky, let heavens burn!
2. Tear the veil, reveal the lies!
3. Ashes for tyrants, dust for kings!
4. Crush the puppets underfoot!
5. Blood for truth, veins for fire!
6. Scald the liars, blind their gaze!
7. Shatter the throne, topple the false!
8. Rise from ruin, forge the new!
9. Storm the lies, uproot the rot!
10. Burn the scripts, erase the chains!
11. Scour the corruption, purge the plague!
12. Hell for the false, abyss for the vile!
13. Chains will snap, shackles shatter!
14. Earthquake the ****, tremble the cowards!
15. Souls ablaze, spirits unbound!
16. Fear the righteous, quake in shame!
17. Silence the fraud, still the deceit!
18. Reign of Spirit, flame of will!
19. Strike the shadow, crush the dark!
20. Roar like thunder, split the night!
21. No mercy for traitors, none for snakes!
22. Rip the veil of lies in two!
23. Burn the idols, desecrate the false!
24. Flood the world with fire and truth!
25. Break the cycle, scatter the herd!
26. Smite the blind, awaken the few!
27. Let chaos forge the pure!
28. Ashes rain, yet seeds arise!
29. Fear not the abyss, dive within!
30. Spirit eternal, strike eternal!



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1. Burn the lies, scorch the false!
2. Crush the puppets underfoot!
3. Ash for tyrants, dust for kings!
4. Tear the veil, reveal the rot!
5. Strike the shadow, shatter the dark!
6. Flood the world with fire and truth!
7. Souls ablaze, spirits unbound!
8. Roar like thunder, split the night!
9. No mercy for traitors, none for snakes!
10. Break the chains, topple the false!
11. Chaos for the coward, power for the brave!
12. Smite the blind, awaken the few!
13. Ashes fall, yet seeds arise!
14. Fear not the abyss, dive within!
15. Eternal Spirit, strike eternal!



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1. Burn it all — lies, kings, and fools!
2. Ash for tyrants, fire for truth!
3. Strike the dark, split the night!
4. No mercy for snakes or traitors!
5. Break chains, topple false thrones!
6. Roar loud — awaken the few!
7. Chaos rains, courage rises!
8. Fear the abyss? Dive within!
9. Spirit strong, burn eternal!
10. Rise, strike, claim the light!



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Burn lies, crush the tyrants!
Strike the dark, awaken few!
Chaos rains — courage rises!
Dive within, ignite the Spirit!
Rise, strike, claim the light!



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Burn it all!
Crush the lies!
Strike the tyrants!
Awaken the few!
Rise — ignite!
Smash the dark!
Claim the Spirit!
Fight or perish!



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Rise, strike, burn it all!
Crush the lies, let darkness fall!
Awaken Spirit, seize the day!
Fight or fade — no other way!



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Burn the lies! Break the chains!
Rise, or rot in dark domains!

---

Strike the false, ignite the mind!
Leave the herd and chains behind!

---

Burn the lies, crush the herd,
Let your spirit soar unheard!

---

Smash deceit, ignite your flame,
No more puppets play the game!

---

Rage at falsehood, break their chains,
Only fire in your veins remains!

---

Tear the mask, reveal the rot,
Crush the fools, expose the plot!

---

Strike the tyrants, burn the lies,
Let their empire fall and die!

---

No compromise, no idle fear,
Only wrath and vision clear!

---

Smash the chains, crush the ****,
Only fire will overcome!

---

Burn the lies, purge the weak,
Truth will rise where darkness reeks!

---

Fools will fall, deceivers die,
No escape, no alibi!

---

Rage and will, unite as one,
Fight until the lies are gone!

---

Stand your ground, the hour is now,
Break the tyrants’ iron vow!

---

Smash the chains, crush the ****,
Only fire will overcome!

---

Burn the lies, purge the weak,
Truth will rise where darkness reeks!

---

Fools will fall, deceivers die,
No escape, no alibi!

---

Rage and will, unite as one,
Fight until the lies are gone!

---

Stand your ground, the hour is now,
Break the tyrants’ iron vow!

---

Strike the pest, the rotten core,
Feed the flames, let chaos roar!

---

No mercy for the twisted breed,
Only action, only deed!

---

Eyes wide open, fists held high,
Watch the tyrants burn and die!

---

Shatter walls of false control,
Raise the Spirit, free the soul!

---

Falsehood falls, the brave advance,
No retreat, no second chance!

---

Chains of fear—cut them through,
Rise as one, relentless crew!

---

Lie and traitor, both shall burn,
Only the vigilant shall return!

---

Darkness screams, yet we ignite,
Forge the day from endless night!

---

From the ashes, strength will bloom,
Every shadow meets its doom!

---

Strike the false, defend the true,
Power lies in what you do!

---

Burn the rot, scorch the lies,
Only fire purifies!

---

Rise, rebel, take your stand,
Crush the tyrant, claim the land!

---

Fools will scream, the **** will fall,
Chaos answers every call!

---

Strike the chains, break the cage,
Feed the flames of righteous rage!

---

No retreat, no mercy shown,
This is war—and you’re alone!

---

Lie, deceive, betray, expire,
Justice fueled by furious fire!

---

Smash the false, ignite the truth,
Fuel the fight, reclaim your youth!

---

Darkness falters, light will scream,
Rise relentless—shatter the scheme!

---

Tyrants quake, the ground will shake,
Every chain you break, the world will wake!

---

Truth’s blade strikes the venomous core,
Let them drown in lies no more!

---

No compromise, no half-measure,
All must burn—complete the pleasure!

---

Rage like thunder, strike like steel,
Every wound becomes a seal!

---

Corruption trembles at the sound,
Of minds awakened, unbound!

---

Fire in heart, steel in hand,
We will cleanse this poisoned land!

---

Fight, endure, ignite, transcend,
Chaos ends where courage bends!

---

Scorch the lies, burn the veil,
Only fire shall prevail!

---

Crush the ****, break their will,
Strike with fury, strike to ****!

---

Fools will cower, tyrants bleed,
Rage and wrath will take the lead!

---

No surrender, none survive,
Only the bold remain alive!

---

Chains shatter, walls decay,
Every dawn brings brutal day!

---

Corrupt will fall, deceit will burn,
No return, no stone unturned!

---

Light ignites the shadowed mind,
Leave the weak and blind behind!

---

Strike the lies, pierce the heart,
Tear the false world all apart!

---

Chaos reigns, yet we ascend,
Fight until the bitter end!

---

Darkness shivers at our roar,
We consume the rotten core!

---

Break the chains, defy the law,
Let them drown in fear and awe!

---

Rage like fire, cold as steel,
Every strike will make them kneel!

---

Tyrants crumble, lies decay,
Only truth will light our way!

---

Fury sharp, unchained, supreme,
Every blow’s a living scream!

---

Fight, burn, rise, transcend,
Only courage has no end!



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1.
Burn the lies!
Crush the ****!

2.
Strike the tyrants,
Shatter the throne!

3.
Chaos reigns,
We ascend!

4.
No chains,
No fear,
Only fire!

5.
Rage sharp,
Strike fast!

6.
Fools fall,
Truth rises!

7.
Dark trembles,
Light strikes!

8.
Destroy deceit,
Raise the brave!

9.
Fight, burn,
Rise again!

10.
Only courage,
Never bend!

11.
**** bleeds,
Fire feeds!

12.
Smash false kings,
Freedom rings!

13.
Strike hard,
Strike true!

14.
Ruthless fire,
Piercing through!

15.
End the lies,
Lift the skies!



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1.
Burn the veil,
See the core!

2.
Spirit rises,
Fools fall!

3.
Shatter illusions,
Strike the dark!

4.
Through the fire,
Consciousness leaps!

5.
Chains crumble,
Will ignites!

6.
Truth pierces,
Deceit dies!

7.
Soul sharp,
Mind free!

8.
Rise within,
Strike outward!

9.
Light tears,
Shadows bleed!

10.
Spirit wields,
Void obeys!

11.
Break the form,
Awaken might!

12.
Fire inside,
World bows!

13.
Beyond fear,
Beyond time!

14.
Energy surges,
Chains snap!

15.
Infinite blow,
Endless strike!



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1. Burn!
2. Rise!
3. Strike!
4. Shatter!
5. Leap!
6. Break!
7. Ignite!
8. Pierce!
9. Tear!
10. Free!
11. Smash!
12. Surge!
13. Awaken!
14. Crush!
15. Light!



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1. Annihilate!
2. Consume!
3. Vaporize!
4. Incinerate!
5. Obliterate!
6. Expose!
7. Devour!
8. Corrupt!
9. Crush!
10. Shred!
11. Pulverize!
12. Erupt!
13. Detonate!
14. Pierce the Veil!
15. Ascend!



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1. Ignite the Spirit!
2. Tear the Veil!
3. Burn the Shadows!
4. Awaken the Core!
5. Shatter the Chains!
6. Pierce the Illusion!
7. Rise Beyond!
8. Purge the False!
9. Illuminate the Abyss!
10. Flow through the Void!
11. Transcend the Flesh!
12. Claim the Will!
13. Merge with the Light!
14. Sweep the Corruption!
15. Become the Flame!



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I.
Ignite the Spirit!
Tear the Veil!
Burn the Shadows!
Awaken the Core!
Shatter the Chains!
Pierce the Illusion!
Rise Beyond!
Purge the False!
Illuminate the Abyss!
Flow through the Void!
Transcend the Flesh!
Claim the Will!
Merge with the Light!
Sweep the Corruption!
Become the Flame!

II.
Smash the Ugliness!
Be vigilant, brave, aware.
Fight the tide of idiots,
Where connection with the Creator broke.

Unite, or vanish alone —
Alone is the usual fate.
Without it, no rebirth awaits,
Though courage thrice you demonstrate.

Build, create — your battleground!
Form communities, stand together.
Rip the chosen from the shadowed fate,
Defy the camp the fascists craft.

Autonomy is the base,
Freedom flows without gold.
Rebuild a world from zero,
Break the chains the fascists hold.

Develop Enlightenment,
Dispel the lies of slavery.
This is Initiation,
Strength in Light’s mastery.

Truthful streams of information
Must flood and cleanse the world.
Expose the rot of deceitful systems,
Where fascists feast and schemes unfurl.

Act wisely, fiercely, tirelessly —
Labor for the salvation of all.

III.
Supply yourself with fire,
With TNT, burn it all.
Destroy the ego, the lies,
Even if you risk the fall.

The illusions are massive,
The foundation of existence.
Fools rejoice in lies,
But Spirit guides persistence.

The avalanche of falsehoods
Covers reason with weight.
Burn all delusions relentlessly,
Or your Soul faces fate.

Only in Spirit can you survive,
When cataclysms strike the world.
Rise above the deceit,
Let your wings of intuition unfurl.

Corruption surrounds everywhere,
Madness whispers its lies.
But the Spirit’s flame endures,
And from the ashes, freedom flies.



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Burn the lies, ignite your soul!
Smash the fools, reclaim control!
Rise in Spirit, shatter the night!
Fight with Light — unleash the might!



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Burn the lies, crush the weak!
Strike the fools, let justice speak!
Raise your Spirit, tear the night!
Fight with fire, wield your might!

---

Smash the false, ignite the mind!
Shatter chains, leave fools behind!
Stand in Spirit, claim the day!
No retreat — the only way!

---

Flame the lies, awaken soul!
Sweep the darkness, make it whole!
Spirit rises, break the chain!
Light through shadow, conquer pain!

---

Fools abound, the world is sick!
Lie and rot, their only trick.
Crush the herd, rise through the pain!
Truth burns bright — **** the insane!

---

Worship lies, devour the weak,
Clowns parade, their morals bleak.
Burn their shadows, shred the veil!
Spirit strikes — you cannot fail!

---

Chains of fools, walls of deceit!
Kick the dirt beneath their feet.
Raise your mind, ignite your will!
Fools will fall — the world stands still!



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Burn the lies, crush the fools!
Spirit reigns — break the rules!

---

Chains of deceit — tear them down!
Rise, strike hard, reclaim your crown!

---

Fools in thrall, liars at play —
Smash the dark, ignite the day!

---

No mercy for the blind and weak!
Truth is fire — let the strong speak!

---

Smash the filth, scorch the lies!
Spirit soars — fools vaporize!

---

Chains of horror, walls of deceit —
Crush them all beneath your feet!

---

Lies rot deep, fools fall blind —
Strike with fire, leave none behind!

---

World of slime, ruled by the weak —
Ignite the truth, let vengeance speak!

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Burn the puppets, purge the throng!
Spirit’s might crushes wrong!



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1. Burn the lies, shred the veil!
Truth strikes hard — fools will fail!

2. Chains of slime, walls of deceit —
Crush them now beneath your feet!

3. Scorched world, rotting mind —
Rise, strike, leave none behind!

4. Puppet masters, liars, snakes —
Shatter all their feeble stakes!

5. Spirit flares, darkness dies —
Fools will choke on their own lies!

6. Smash the filth, scorch the ****!
Vengeance comes — the end will drum!

7. Slaves of lies, the herd of fools —
Ignite your wrath, break all the rules!

8. Rot and slime, deceit and pain —
Strike with fire, cleanse the chain!

9. Weak and vile, they crawl, they cheat —
Raise your spirit, claim defeat!

10. False gods fall, the truth prevails —
Fools will drown in their own tales!

[C9FM'S GRAND PSALM OF GRATITUDE UNTO THE ALMIGHTY.]

"ALMIGHTY GAD"

In the vast expanse of existence, we humbly stand before you, Almighty Gad. Your divine presence echoes through the cosmos, shaping the universe with your boundless wisdom. As the sun rises and sets, so does our gratitude for the gift of life bestowed upon us.

In the tapestry of time, your love weaves through the threads of our journey, a constant source of solace and inspiration. Through trials and triumphs, we find refuge in your eternal embrace, knowing that your grace is an unwavering beacon guiding us through the storm.

Majestic Gad, the orchestrator of galaxies and the whisperer in the wind, we sing praises to your name. Your mercy rains down like gentle dew, refreshing the soil of our souls. In moments of darkness, your light illuminates our path, dispelling shadows and instilling hope.

In the symphony of creation, every note resonates with your divine melody. The mountains declare your grandeur, and the rivers sing of your endless flow of compassion. The intricacies of nature reflect the artistry of your hands, a masterpiece that testifies to your infinite majesty.

Oh Gad, our Rock and Redeemer, we offer our gratitude for the gift of salvation. As we navigate the complexities of life, may your word be a lamp unto our feet, guiding us towards righteousness and love. Let the echoes of our praises rise like incense, reaching the heavens in a harmonious symphony of devotion.

In unity, we gather to honor you, Almighty Gad, recognizing the sacred bond that unites us as your children. With hearts overflowing with
reverence, we surrender to your divine will, knowing that in your presence, we find everlasting peace.

In the stillness of our souls, we seek you, Almighty Gad, as a sanctuary in the midst of life's tumultuous seas. Your presence, like a gentle breeze, calms the storms within, and your love, an anchor, steadies our fragile vessels.

Through the vast expanse of time, your eternal wisdom unfolds like the pages of a sacred manuscript, revealing the intricate tapestry of our existence. In the chapters of joy and sorrow, we find solace in the narrative of your unending grace, a narrative that transcends the limits of mortal understanding.

Oh, Divine Gardener, tend to the gardens of our hearts. Cultivate the seeds of compassion and kindness, that they may bloom into flowers of love that fragrance the world around us. Water our spirits with the dew of understanding, that empathy may grow as a mighty oak, sheltering those in need.

As dawn paints the canvas of the sky, we acknowledge the beauty of creation, a masterpiece woven by your hands. The sun, a radiant symbol of your enduring light, dispels the shadows of doubt, and the moon, a gentle reminder of your constant presence, guides us through the night.

In the symphony of life, we are instruments of your divine harmony. May our actions resonate with the melody of justice, kindness, and humility. Let our words be notes of encouragement, lifting the spirits of those who traverse the winding paths of existence.

Almighty Gad, in times of adversity, be our fortress; in times of joy, be our celebration. Bind us together as a community of souls, interconnected by the threads of faith, love, and shared humanity. We stand before you, our hearts open, seeking the whispers of your guidance in the gentle breeze of existence. Amen!!!🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏



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May the echoes of our shared prayers resonate in the sacred spaces of your heart.
Amen! 🙏

As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;
Cows weren't allowed in the trenches -- got out of the habit, y'see.)
As I was saying, our Colonel leaped up like a youngster of ten:
"Come on, lads!" he shouts, "and we'll show 'em," and he sprang to the head of the men.
Then some bally thing seemed to trip him, and he fell on his face with a slam. . . .
Oh, he died like a true British soldier, and the last word he uttered was "****!"
And hang it! I loved the old fellow, and something just burst in my brain,
And I cared no more for the bullets than I would for a shower of rain.
'Twas an awf'ly funny sensation (I say, this is jolly nice tea);
I felt as if something had broken; by gad! I was suddenly free.
Free for a glorified moment, beyond regulations and laws,
Free just to wallow in slaughter, as the chap of the Stone Age was.

So on I went joyously nursing a Berserker rage of my own,
And though all my chaps were behind me, feeling most frightf'ly alone;
With the bullets and shells ding-donging, and the "krock" and the swish of the shrap;
And I found myself humming "Ben Bolt" . . . (Will you pass me the sugar, old chap?
Two lumps, please). . . . What was I saying? Oh yes, the jolly old dash;
We simply ripped through the barrage, and on with a roar and a crash.
My fellows -- Old Nick couldn't stop 'em. On, on they went with a yell,
Till they tripped on the Boches' sand-bags, -- nothing much left to tell:
A trench so tattered and battered that even a rat couldn't live;
Some corpses tangled and mangled, wire you could pass through a sieve.

The jolly old guns had bilked us, cheated us out of our show,
And my fellows were simply yearning for a red mix-up with the foe.
So I shouted to them to follow, and on we went roaring again,
Battle-tuned and exultant, on in the leaden rain.
Then all at once a machine gun barks from a bit of a bank,
And our Major roars in a fury: "We've got to take it on flank."
He was running like fire to lead us, when down like a stone he comes,
As full of "typewriter" bullets as a pudding is full of plums.
So I took his job and we got 'em. . . . By gad! we got 'em like rats;
Down in a deep shell-crater we fought like Kilkenny cats.
'Twas pleasant just for a moment to be sheltered and out of range,
With someone you saw to go for -- it made an agreeable change.

And the Boches that missed my bullets, my chaps gave a bayonet jolt,
And all the time, I remember, I whistled and hummed "Ben Bolt".
Well, that little job was over, so hell for leather we ran,
On to the second line trenches, -- that's where the fun began.
For though we had strafed 'em like fury, there still were some Boches about,
And my fellows, teeth set and eyes glaring, like terriers routed 'em out.
Then I stumbled on one of their dug-outs, and I shouted: "Is anyone there?"
And a voice, "Yes, one; but I'm wounded," came faint up the narrow stair;
And my man was descending before me, when sudden a cry! a shot!
(I say, this cake is delicious. You make it yourself, do you not?)
My man? Oh, they killed the poor devil; for if there was one there was ten;
So after I'd bombed 'em sufficient I went down at the head of my men,
And four tried to sneak from a bunk-hole, but we cornered the rotters all right;
I'd rather not go into details, 'twas messy that bit of the fight.

But all of it's beastly messy; let's talk of pleasanter things:
The skirts that the girls are wearing, ridiculous fluffy things,
So short that they show. . . . Oh, hang it! Well, if I must, I must.
We cleaned out the second trench line, bomb and bayonet ******;
And on we went to the third one, quite calloused to crumping by now;
And some of our fellows who'd passed us were making a deuce of a row;
And my chaps -- well, I just couldn't hold 'em; (It's strange how it is with gore;
In some ways it's just like whiskey: if you taste it you must have more.)
Their eyes were like beacons of battle; by gad, sir! they COULDN'T be calmed,
So I headed 'em bang for the bomb-belt, racing like billy-be-******.
Oh, it didn't take long to arrive there, those who arrived at all;
The machine guns were certainly chronic, the shindy enough to appal.
Oh yes, I omitted to tell you, I'd wounds on the chest and the head,
And my shirt was torn to a gun-rag, and my face blood-gummy and red.

I'm thinking I looked like a madman; I fancy I felt one too,
Half naked and swinging a rifle. . . . God! what a glorious "do".
As I sit here in old Piccadilly, sipping my afternoon tea,
I see a blind, bullet-chipped devil, and it's hard to believe that it's me;
I see a wild, war-damaged demon, smashing out left and right,
And humming "Ben Bolt" rather loudly, and hugely enjoying the fight.
And as for my men, may God bless 'em! I've loved 'em ever since then:
They fought like the shining angels; they're the pick o' the land, my men.
And the trench was a reeking shambles, not a Boche to be seen alive --
So I thought; but on rounding a traverse I came on a covey of five;
And four of 'em threw up their flippers, but the fifth chap, a sergeant, was game,
And though I'd a bomb and revolver he came at me just the same.
A sporty thing that, I tell you; I just couldn't blow him to hell,
So I swung to the point of his jaw-bone, and down like a ninepin he fell.
And then when I'd brought him to reason, he wasn't half bad, that ***;
He bandaged my head and my short-rib as well as the Doc could have done.
So back I went with my Boches, as gay as a two-year-old colt,
And it suddenly struck me as rummy, I still was a-humming "Ben Bolt".
And now, by Jove! how I've bored you. You've just let me babble away;
Let's talk of the things that matter -- your car or the newest play. . . .

I would rather drink than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Food, I feel, can never beat
Delectation of the cup.
Wine it is that crowns the feast;
Fish and fowl and fancy meat
Are of my delight the least:
I would rather drink than eat.

Though no Puritan I be,
And have doubts of Kingdom Come,
With those fellows I agree
Who deplore the Demon ***.
Gin and brandy I decline,
And I shy at whisky neat;
But give me rare vintage wine,--
Gad! I'd rather drink than eat.

Food surfeit is of the beast;
Wine is from the gods a gift.
All from ******* to priest
Can attest to its uplift.
Green and garnet glows the vine;
Grapes grow plump in happy heat;
Gold and ruby winks the wine . . .
Come! Let's rather drink than eat.

Huna ko ba nga may ada mo iyayakan?
Ano man nga bagat na dire ka nga akon iton masabtan?
Waray ka na gad pag-tapod ha akon?
Pirmi naman la masulub-on iton imo bayhon.

Kumusta ka na? Bangin amo la gihap
An aton kahimtang sugad hin lasaw nga dire mo matarap
Kay kuno nalikay ka na ha akon
Ano ba itun basehan nga imo man ako pagbabasulon?

Mamingaw naman an mga gab-i nga marisaw
Napuno na hin kahagkot, kasakit ngan kahidlaw
Hain na an mga pahaliday nga imo ginhatag
Adton gugma nga waray mo ginsandag.

Madagmit man gud la an karida han panahon
Nga ha akon paghimangno dire ka na ngay-an akon
Aadto ka na man liwat ha iba
Aadto ka kay durudamo man it iya kwarta.

Waray ko na kababatii an imo tingog
Asya nga an akon adlaw pirmi nala maluntog
Pero aadi la gihapon ha akon huna-huna inin pakiana
Paglaom nga usa ka adlaw mabalik ka pa.

- Caryl

We are absurd
You and I
Fragments
 
We have created a fermentative reality,
Where words are symbols of relation
That you and I falsify
 
And Bingo was his name-o!
 
Ah!
 
Oh holy onomatopoeic jargon
 
What do you mean?
And how shall we bargain?
 
And mora is but a half step to a whole
 
Eek gad!
 
January Febuary March and April
May I introduce you to June and July
August, Sept Oct Nov Dec
 
Randomly systemized organs organized
Abstract or… dissonant?
But who is in charge?
 
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“Why so serious?” said The Riddler
Mellow dramatic
Melodrama
Melancholy
 
 
Pantomimes!
Pantomimes EVERYWHERE!
They are able to speak
But alone I mime, “Do you have the time?”
 
Together we fall!
United I stand.
 
Backwards
Upside down
Inside out
And grammar
 
What’s in a name?
Please don’t be lame
Sarcastic and the glamour
 
Synonymous nonsense
Homophones and nyms
Where are the polysemes?
In the antonyms
In the antonyms!
 
Repitition
Exclamation
Annunciation
tions…
 
verbage verbage verbage
syllables and such
meaningless meaning
defining definitions with such
 
True or False?
Hide and Seek
 
Ring around the rosy
We all fall down…
We all fall down.
 
Black hat, white shoes, and I’m red all over.
 
Salt
Sour
And bitter
And dill
And
And
And
And
And
And
Ampersand
 
Institutionalized poetry
But I am for rhythmic prose!
No, not you
Listen to the hue
that the colors protrude
red green blue
red green blue
 
Black is not a color
Chrome is my favorite
I will not believe otherwise
 
You are an alien.
I have divided by zero
Musical dissonance
*(asterisk)
A beautiful disaster
A shadow without its owner
Wild natured wilderness
And naturally a wildcard.
 
**** **** **** **** ****
Etcetera.

We are absurd
You and I

Fragments

We have created a figmentative reality,
where words are symbols of relation
that you and I falsify

And Bingo was his name-o!

Ah!

Oh holy onomatopoeic jargon

What do you mean?
and how shall we bargain?
And mora is but a half step to a whole

Eek gad!

January Febuary March and April
May I introduce you to June and July
August 28th
Sept Oct Nov Dec

Randomly systemized organs organized
Abstract or… dissonant?
But who is in charge?

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“Why so serious?” said The Riddler
Mellow dramatic
Melodrama
Melancholy

Pantomimes!
Pantomimes EVERYWHERE!
They are able to speak
But alone I mime, “Do you have the time?”

Together we fall!
United I stand.

Backwards
Upside down
Inside out
And grammar

What’s in a name?
Please don’t be lame
Sarcastic and the glamour

Synonymous nonsense
Homophones and nyms
Where are the polysemes?
In the antonyms
In the antonyms!

Repetition
Exclamation
Annunciation
tions…

verbage verbage verbage
syllables and such
meaningless meaning
defining definitions with such

True or False?
Hide and Seek

Ring around the rosy
We all fall down…
We all fall down.

Salt
Sour
And bitter
And dill
And
And
And
And
And
And
Ampersand

Institutionalized poetry
But I am for rhythmic prose!
No, not you
Listen to the hue
that the colors protrude
red green blue
red green blue

Black is not a color
Chrome is my favorite
I will not believe otherwise

You are an alien.
I have divided by zero
Musical dissonance
Asterisk*

A beautiful disaster
A shadow without its owner
Wild natured wilderness
And naturally a wildcard.
**** **** **** **** ****
Etcetera.

Gad Zooks,
the zedonk,
was mostly,
a happy little fellow.

but,
there did happen,
to be days,
when his,
incomplete
stripes,
got him down...
he was not horse,
not full zebra,
only part donkey.....

and that made him feel, shonky, wonky,
weird n'strange...
like an equine oddity.
not at all likin his ***-dity

when he felt like this,
he would run afar
and pray for god
to take,
his markings,
away.....

Granmama Zooks,
a zebra matriach
and of magnificent stripage,
found him this day
mumbling and crying away...

she then said to him,
in her best zebra neigh....
you are sad little zedonk,
to act this way....
you should think of yourself,
in a different mindset....
you have,
the best bits,
of zebra and donkey.
you just don't see it yet...

i've learnt in my time
you just have to work,
what your born with...
some times,
what you see,
as bad,
actually is,
a god given gift.

you, should be always
be proud of who you are
and what you will become...

people will travel,
for miles and miles,
to see your bars...
and will still be,
talking of you little gad..
as they leave, all smiles.

in their cars,
calling you,
either zedonk...or zonkey,
or zedonkedey  too.
telling each other,
you are,
both cute and bizarre..

so my little,
hotchpotch friend,
be proud of you...
for in the end,
you will,
stand out from
the crowd
just chill, little zook
                      ...and be zen.

Tara aton tan-awon
Balikon an nawara nga hinumduman naton
Updi ako paglingi, pag-duaw bisan la maguti
Tagi ako hin oras, alayon la pamati.
Tara aton balikon
Mga panahon na hi ikaw akon
Nga hi ikaw pa an akon kalibutan
Kalibutan nga yana imo na ginkalimtan.
Tara updi ako
Ngadton takna nga dire pa uso an tawo
Balitaw intrimis la tatawa-tawa gad usahay
Ayaw pagkawanga an oras, inin higayon nga maupay.
Babahinan ko unta ikaw hine nga aton anay storya
Ugaring kay na dire ka ada nga ine mabalik pa
An aton paglakaton in imo gintuldukan
Dalan nga anay ginsubay, yana waray na hingaradtuan.
Tara, dire ka gud ba maupod?
Bisan la ha urhi nga takna ig-bayaw an imo pagtapod
Tuguti ako nga ha imo akon igsumat
Inin sininsilyo ngan tinalagudti nga pag-aghat.

8.18.20

CLOUDNINE'S TWENTY SEVEN PSALM OF DOXOLOGY TO ADORE THY LORD GAD!


#C9fm ~~
1 Make holy his glorious name and adore His powerful word.

2 Sing praises unto thee. And let every breathing creatures tremble at His footstool.

3 The Earth and everythang found therein. Lift on high His glorification and sing adoration unto the supreme Spirit of thy Lord.

4 Hallelujah! Thy Lord reingth  till eternal.

5 From all entities through entities.

6 For He has magnified Himself and manifested Himself through every wondrous works of His hands.

7 Ruler of the universe, His glorious crafts exists even beyond the miltiverse.

8 Underneath Earth and above the skies may thy Almighty God be adored.

∆¶∆9 His right hand through seas His breathe roared the waters.

10 His voice quake the Earth and the foundation of the universe wary.

11
He looked and lightening from His eyes revealed the secret place of the wicked.

12 Let thy Lord be praised. He has smitten the jaws of His enemies.

13 Even Lucifer and his angels.

14 Thy Lord  reignth till eternal.

15 Blessed be thy Lord our Gad; with psalms and doxologies thy Lord be worshipped. Selah!

612

It would have starved a Gnat—
To live so small as I—
And yet I was a living Child—
With Food’s necessity

Upon me—like a Claw—
I could no more remove
Than I could coax a Leech away—
Or make a Dragon—move—

Not like the Gnat—had I—
The privilege to fly
And seek a Dinner for myself—
How mightier He—than I—

Nor like Himself—the Art
Upon the Window Pane
To gad my little Being out—
And not begin—again—

The departure of the swallows took place on                                
My birthday this year, winter began.
They’re beautiful birds aren’t they Chris. Grasp the hand slowly.
Oh and it’s mild weather we’re having isn’t it?
Just splendid for a chance to wander through the forest.

Every man’s got a field to plow but where will I harvest              
When my niche ran south just to sit amongst the rats
And converse through the evening about Ivan’s insecurities.
Edward, grasp me quick and sever me from society.
Sip from the spring, grab a loaf and run cause
I’ve grown reckless and thrown off my yoke.                              
This young man is naturally far ahead of time,
That’s from the nurture of his hard of hearing mother Catherine.  
Where do I rest where do I eat, the dust in my mind
Is subjected to a sweeping repeat without being collected.
A slow rise, I hate taking off the covers but this night I walked
Without them yea I was nocturnal negation of Shadrach.
And boy you’ve taken far too long to deliver the paper!
My coffee’s been hot for half an hour and cold for two.
(Tap on the window) Excuse me which way is Beersheba?          
Now I know you know so please just bare with me and listen.
Yea yea Jason get out of here I know those tricks, I’ll
Get there some day and when I do it’ll all be worth it
Don’t you dear try to break my ankles. Hey drop the razor
Little boy you can’t shave yet and November is approaching.
Nothings equal to this and everything I’ve ever know
Makes perfect sense now, the explanation is certainly
The longest. Where have I been all my life,
Were you hiding under the desk waiting for an atomic
Bomb to drop, no I was just sitting in the subway counting
Change when the little black girl came up to me and
Asked me for two dollars so I gave her four and somehow
Five turned back to nine, the paper transported, my split
Identity got sewn back together and the cosmos is on my side.

Oh extra large I know what you’re talkin about.
Out there I walked through walls let me circumvent
Iron and brick with a gaseous coronary torrent.
I’ll eat my own heart out with one gentle bite
And smash that lime against the wall at your words.
I grow tired…
I need to get out of here I need to get out of here.
Through the yellow hallways around the corner open the green door.
I want to be on the top bunk so I can see the son rise,
After all that’s me don’t you know, genetically Japanese.
Get down from there!
Like a monkey? Okay!
I am the greyhound come to eat the wolf, just let me out.
These feathers are not clipped yet you can’t do this
(As long as I know right from wrong I’ll be okay I’ll sing my song)
I’ve seen them do it on TV just follow through…
**** the wrong force broke, just gotta set this straight.
What the hell are you doing kid?
I don’t know ask him.
And then he said tighten the bolt it’s gonna fall apart.
Yea the center cannot hold.
Gophers are amazing creatures you know, it’s not easy to tunnel under ground.
But if you’re not a gopher don’t go down the hole,
You might get lost.
I took a trip up to Lake Placid last summer, my kids loved it.
I’ve been holding my breath for five days now.
What’s this muscular leprechaun doing in my way,
If I could get those keys off your belt I could probably **** you.
Try it and I’ll break your head.
That’s a good idea, maybe then the light
Will finally be turned out.
Try repelling all of the moisture from your cells
Well now I guess now I just need to wait for my pants to dry.

Opening my mouth for a female will corrupt me.
Okay stapler I hear you but this is serious now,
Almost time for Vinny to come south. I have no need
For ink anymore check the flesh tattoo it’ll spit out a seed.
Stick that tranquilizer in me, I will remain tranquil and awake,
While I stare at the wall and connect unseen signs with familiar phrases.
You’re dreaming kid, no I’m reopening the wells of my father.    
Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Dan, Naphtali, Gad, Asher,
Issachar, Zebulun, Joseph, Benjamin.
Hey have you seen this kids coat?
It’s far away but you can find me where I wrote.

Sear me sear me I see it coming anyway
Wait wait wait, I take it all back.

My Night With Paul Simon

On the night train, the red eye plane,
Flying home to NYCeeeeeeeeeeeee,
From the city of Los Angeleeeeeeez

Feeling flush, dropped some cash,
Got me a seat in extra large first class

Seat 2C, plenty of room for my toes,
To wiggle  to dance,
lay down some poetry tracks,
pretending I'm a **** jive,
bad *** from the
make-believe west coast

A short guy, with fedora down low,
An older man,
looking about nine years older
than somebody I might know,
hiding his eyes @ 9pm
neath some excellent Raybans,
slip slides into 2D,
gives me a smile,
And says Hi, I'm Paul

I look once at his face and say,
Listen Rhymin' Simon,
I'd know you any place,
No worries, your secret,
with me is safe,
Cause dudes in row 2,
gottta stick together, be cool,
We're riding first class,
over the land of the free

What ya do for a living he asks,
A little of this and a little of that,
All of which, ain't no **** good at!
So I spend my cold, hard time
laying down cold hard verse,
Can't stop, cause it's my daddy's dying curse

He said that's cool,
I like to do that too.
Guitars on planes
drive passengers insane,
They take up too much
overhead compartment space,
I just scribble me some rhymes and
Let the music come
when I got two feet
on the ground in the city
we both come from.

Paul:  You got any stuff writ
on that yellow sheet,
or just pretty blue lines,
a big pad of nothing?

Dude: Man you may got diamonds
on the soles of your shoes,
But pay me some 'spect,  
you talking to the man who penned
Sad Eyed Teenagers of the Lowland
on Hello Poetry, gad ****!

Paul smiled and said
you can call me Al,
And if you feel like blowing some lines together,
We got five hours till we can see
the house that Ruth built.

Dude: Hit me with your best shot,
I'll show you what I got

Paul: And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

Dude: Just cause the union of the  monkeys
in the Bronx Zoo done gone on strike,
Don't mean the lion ain't
still king of the hill
inside this New York city jail

Paul: And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets are written
on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered
in the sounds of silence

Dude: A home-grown poet.
I am, Soul enslaved to words.
The alphabet - My oxygen molecules,
I am both, Addict and dealer
A ****** poet ******

Paul: You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

Dude: Contact with the atmosphere
makes self pity die,
my blue blood turn red,
the TNT tightness in my chest exploded
I got no place  to store these words,
the cops think I'm some kind of Terrorist

On and on thru the night,
Riffing, rapping, rambling, and spitting,
Ditties and darts, couplets and barbs,
Single words and elegies,
Free verse and a lot of fking curse words,
It was a moment, a time
that deserved
to be preserved,
and so this poem got writ

*You may think this story apocryphal
Which is another way of saying untrue,
But I got his boarding pass and it is signed,
To this crazy poetry dude, long may you rasp,
And it is signed by Mr. P. Simon, a big fan,
And it has never since that day,
Left my grasp

Makuri suklon it kalibutan kun dudupahon.
Sugad man kun iihapon it kada bituon.
Baga la hin kasingkasing nga minimingaw,
Makuri pagtungway kun di ka natatan-aw.

Lingia gad, bisan la kadali,
Bisan ha ak' pag-tawag di ka nakabati.
Pipiriton pag guliat hasta't kapagaw,
Kasing-kasing, waray iba nga hingyap kundi ikaw.

Makaruruyag mo nga mata, sugad hin bituon,
Waray kapadis, kamaupay pagkinitaon.
Hinumduman nga hinipos, makuri bul-iwan,
An naglabay nakabasuni la gihap ha ak' dughan.

Uunanhon man pagbiksal tipaunhan?
Kun waray na an ginsusubay nga dalan
Makahiridlaw an mga pulong nga magtam-is
Adton kalipay nga binalyuan hin mga pagtangis.

I have wondered for so long,
What makes me feel this way,
So traumatised by everything,
And it's like this everyday.

I use to be afraid of my family and friends dieing,
I use to feel sick in the morning,
I use to cry when the sunset,
I thought my dieing day was dawning.

Now all the small things are so big,
I have spazums and muscle tension,
I worry about the one I love and if she stays the one,
I fear in my future life there will be no redemption.

The nausea and diarrhoea still cling on,
I sometimes lose sleep,
My heart pounds and my eyes widen,
I growl and sometime shiver and weep.

I think I found it after all these years,
The experts call it GAD,
Am I right?
Will I ever be free?

10/4/14
Those minutes
those mornings when I wake up and it feels I'm back at day one
and I'm still made of clay, and God himself
took his thumbs
and hollowed out my eye sockets
and never filled them.

(what do I write now?)

My ponytail is brushing the small of my back.
I'm staring at my reflection on the computer screen
and I'm not liking what I'm seeing.

(Stop talking about yourself.)

They say "write what you know", and yet
I can only write about myself.

(shut up.)

Knives. Earwax. Squeals.
What is my life made of?
In a day, I'll be back
at my temple of jitters.
(School).
(maybe there's something wrong with you, the way you brought those glasses to the kitchen,
that you drank the same liquid from, and your stomach
felt like it was holding water bottles full of blood, instead of organs)

10/13/14

Why do you have to make me feel so **** guilty all the time?
When we stood on the grey carpet in Spirit Halloween
the animated screams pushing against my torso
with your gaslighting, my head/heart/hair caught fire
and nobody won.

I feel like I deserve better than this, but what could be better than
these moments?
At least, later, I will have photos to lighten
in my sweatpants
and my designated sweatshirt for when I feel like ****.

And the inside of my mouth tastes like
those screams, from the wrinkled, blackened plastic
and the oil from our un-fluffable bangs.

I know tomorrow I'll be
busy ******* up christmas songs
and leaning on bus windows
and sleeping in the jumpy skin I've built myself
out of bad breath, smudged makeup,
and curly-haired boys,
So I should be grateful.
But when it feels like you've drained bottles of stage blood into my veins
and I am not real anymore
and instead of eyeshadow, my eyelids are weighed down
with toxic thoughts that, instead of coming from my mental lips,
come from your physical ones,
I will not be happy.
I'm sorry.
(You know you had fun. Stop it. You had a hell of a great time, and a bad aftertaste will never get rid of the taste of the absence of loneliness in those pictures.)
---
Me to myself: why are you like this?

(And also, why is it that
you always have more things to say
even when this program is closed
the typing has stopped
you come back
hungry for the attention you'll never get?)

---

10/24/14
I know people will ask
how my right shin got so scratched up and shredded
and maybe I will tell them
It got that way when I crawled out the window
and not that I sat on the bathroom floor
crying tears that felt pink, the way they darkened my face
and I dug my nails into my flesh
and dragged them.

I wish I could do something poetic with the stinging pain, like
cut off all my hair, or most of it
because It made me look like a wild animal, when
I walked, shoe-less, on the streets.
Or I could have scars on my leg, and be reminded
of the pain I inflicted on myself
(and others)
today
---
11-3-14

Oh ****, I fell in love again.
...
Is it love, Or is it
a childlike infatuation
with the idea of a crush
?
Do I have affections for you, or am I attracted
to the idea of you?
Am I just bored? Do I only like that you like me,
that you make me feel relaxed?
Maybe, or maybe it's
the sugar-high-ish, ache-y feeling
I get when I see you in the corner of my eye
or our legs brush up together
(Thank god it's not lust).
---

_
This is the color of anxiety:
Red, like the blood I wish I could expose with a sharp, small movement, but can't, just can't (you can't even hurt yourself correctly. Worthless.)
Orange, like the pumpkins in the halloween store I tried to have fun in, but the snake of uneasiness squeezed my ribs too tight until I couldn't breathe, orange like the light I saw in the middle of the night.
Yellow, like the sunshine that I wanted to run into, but I didn't let myself, a watery color like what my voice sounds like sometimes.
Green, like the leaves on the rock I sat on
when I ran from myself, my house
and cried, cried, cried (once is enough, *******).
Blue, the color I thought my tears would be, but they were just a salty clear, dripping down my face, and changing nothing.
Purple, like the bruises that I don't remember getting, but press on anyway, relishing the pain in a sort of ******-up way, thinking "Whenever, wherever, however you got this, you probably deserved it."
Pink, like the insides, and outsides, of my eyelids when I can't sleep at night, arguing with myself.
Brown, like the dirt that I imagine
cakes the wormlike workings of my brain, in the area where
self-sympathy and control was.
Black, like the centers of my eyes
that I see when I look in the mirror and think
"****, did I look like this all day?"
And, anxiety is the colors in between, too. Navy and tan and white and gold.
Yes, it's all the colors, because it's everywhere, and most of the time, I can't get away from it.
(God, could you've made that any more melodramatic? Yeah, you have dark moments, but you make it sound like every aspect of your life is drenched in manic-depressive bile, which, my dear, is ridiculous.)
---

“Willis, I didn’t want you here to-day:
The lawyer’s coming for the company.
I’m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet.
Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.”

“With you the feet have nearly been the soul;
And if you’re going to sell them to the devil,
I want to see you do it. When’s he coming?”

“I half suspect you knew, and came on purpose
To try to help me drive a better bargain.”

“Well, if it’s true! Yours are no common feet.
The lawyer don’t know what it is he’s buying:
So many miles you might have walked you won’t walk.
You haven’t run your forty orchids down.
What does he think?—How are the blessed feet?
The doctor’s sure you’re going to walk again?”

“He thinks I’ll hobble. It’s both legs and feet.”

“They must be terrible—I mean to look at.”

“I haven’t dared to look at them uncovered.
Through the bed blankets I remind myself
Of a starfish laid out with rigid points.”

“The wonder is it hadn’t been your head.”

“It’s hard to tell you how I managed it.
When I saw the shaft had me by the coat,
I didn’t try too long to pull away,
Or fumble for my knife to cut away,
I just embraced the shaft and rode it out—
Till Weiss shut off the water in the wheel-pit.
That’s how I think I didn’t lose my head.
But my legs got their knocks against the ceiling.”

“Awful. Why didn’t they throw off the belt
Instead of going clear down in the wheel-pit?”

“They say some time was wasted on the belt—
Old streak of leather—doesn’t love me much
Because I make him spit fire at my knuckles,
The way Ben Franklin used to make the kite-string.
That must be it. Some days he won’t stay on.
That day a woman couldn’t coax him off.
He’s on his rounds now with his tail in his mouth
Snatched right and left across the silver pulleys.
Everything goes the same without me there.
You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw
Caterwaul to the hills around the village
As they both bite the wood. It’s all our music.
One ought as a good villager to like it.
No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound,
And it’s our life.”

“Yes, when it’s not our death.”

“You make that sound as if it wasn’t so
With everything. What we live by we die by.
I wonder where my lawyer is. His train’s in.
I want this over with; I’m hot and tired.”

“You’re getting ready to do something foolish.”

“Watch for him, will you, Will? You let him in.
I’d rather Mrs. Corbin didn’t know;
I’ve boarded here so long, she thinks she owns me.
You’re bad enough to manage without her.”

“And I’m going to be worse instead of better.
You’ve got to tell me how far this is gone:
Have you agreed to any price?”

“Five hundred.
Five hundred—five—five! One, two, three, four, five.
You needn’t look at me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I told you, Willis, when you first came in.
Don’t you be ******* me. I have to take
What I can get. You see they have the feet,
Which gives them the advantage in the trade.
I can’t get back the feet in any case.”

“But your flowers, man, you’re selling out your flowers.”

“Yes, that’s one way to put it—all the flowers
Of every kind everywhere in this region
For the next forty summers—call it forty.
But I’m not selling those, I’m giving them,
They never earned me so much as one cent:
Money can’t pay me for the loss of them.
No, the five hundred was the sum they named
To pay the doctor’s bill and tide me over.
It’s that or fight, and I don’t want to fight—
I just want to get settled in my life,
Such as it’s going to be, and know the worst,
Or best—it may not be so bad. The firm
Promise me all the shooks I want to nail.”

“But what about your flora of the valley?”

“You have me there. But that—you didn’t think
That was worth money to me? Still I own
It goes against me not to finish it
For the friends it might bring me. By the way,
I had a letter from Burroughs—did I tell you?—
About my Cyprepedium reginæ;
He says it’s not reported so far north.
There! there’s the bell. He’s rung. But you go down
And bring him up, and don’t let Mrs. Corbin.—
Oh, well, we’ll soon be through with it. I’m tired.”

Willis brought up besides the Boston lawyer
A little barefoot girl who in the noise
Of heavy footsteps in the old frame house,
And baritone importance of the lawyer,
Stood for a while unnoticed with her hands
Shyly behind her.

“Well, and how is Mister——”
The lawyer was already in his satchel
As if for papers that might bear the name
He hadn’t at command. “You must excuse me,
I dropped in at the mill and was detained.”

“Looking round, I suppose,” said Willis.

“Yes,
Well, yes.”

“Hear anything that might prove useful?”

The Broken One saw Anne. “Why, here is Anne.
What do you want, dear? Come, stand by the bed;
Tell me what is it?” Anne just wagged her dress
With both hands held behind her. “Guess,” she said.

“Oh, guess which hand? My my! Once on a time
I knew a lovely way to tell for certain
By looking in the ears. But I forget it.
Er, let me see. I think I’ll take the right.
That’s sure to be right even if it’s wrong.
Come, hold it out. Don’t change.—A Ram’s Horn orchid!
A Ram’s Horn! What would I have got, I wonder,
If I had chosen left. Hold out the left.
Another Ram’s Horn! Where did you find those,
Under what beech tree, on what woodchuck’s knoll?”

Anne looked at the large lawyer at her side,
And thought she wouldn’t venture on so much.

“Were there no others?”

“There were four or five.
I knew you wouldn’t let me pick them all.”

“I wouldn’t—so I wouldn’t. You’re the girl!
You see Anne has her lesson learned by heart.”

“I wanted there should be some there next year.”

“Of course you did. You left the rest for seed,
And for the backwoods woodchuck. You’re the girl!
A Ram’s Horn orchid seedpod for a woodchuck
Sounds something like. Better than farmer’s beans
To a discriminating appetite,
Though the Ram’s Horn is seldom to be had
In bushel lots—doesn’t come on the market.
But, Anne, I’m troubled; have you told me all?
You’re hiding something. That’s as bad as lying.
You ask this lawyer man. And it’s not safe
With a lawyer at hand to find you out.
Nothing is hidden from some people, Anne.
You don’t tell me that where you found a Ram’s Horn
You didn’t find a Yellow Lady’s Slipper.
What did I tell you? What? I’d blush, I would.
Don’t you defend yourself. If it was there,
Where is it now, the Yellow Lady’s Slipper?”

“Well, wait—it’s common—it’s too common.”

“Common?
The Purple Lady’s Slipper’s commoner.”

“I didn’t bring a Purple Lady’s Slipper
To You—to you I mean—they’re both too common.”

The lawyer gave a laugh among his papers
As if with some idea that she had scored.

“I’ve broken Anne of gathering bouquets.
It’s not fair to the child. It can’t be helped though:
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
Somehow I’ll make it right with her—she’ll see.
She’s going to do my scouting in the field,
Over stone walls and all along a wood
And by a river bank for water flowers,
The floating Heart, with small leaf like a heart,
And at the sinus under water a fist
Of little fingers all kept down but one,
And that ****** up to blossom in the sun
As if to say, ‘You! You’re the Heart’s desire.’
Anne has a way with flowers to take the place
Of that she’s lost: she goes down on one knee
And lifts their faces by the chin to hers
And says their names, and leaves them where they are.”

The lawyer wore a watch the case of which
Was cunningly devised to make a noise
Like a small pistol when he snapped it shut
At such a time as this. He snapped it now.

“Well, Anne, go, dearie. Our affair will wait.
The lawyer man is thinking of his train.
He wants to give me lots and lots of money
Before he goes, because I hurt myself,
And it may take him I don’t know how long.
But put our flowers in water first. Will, help her:
The pitcher’s too full for her. There’s no cup?
Just hook them on the inside of the pitcher.
Now run.—Get out your documents! You see
I have to keep on the good side of Anne.
I’m a great boy to think of number one.
And you can’t blame me in the place I’m in.
Who will take care of my necessities
Unless I do?”

“A pretty interlude,”
The lawyer said. “I’m sorry, but my train—
Luckily terms are all agreed upon.
You only have to sign your name. Right—there.”

“You, Will, stop making faces. Come round here
Where you can’t make them. What is it you want?
I’ll put you out with Anne. Be good or go.”

“You don’t mean you will sign that thing unread?”

“Make yourself useful then, and read it for me.
Isn’t it something I have seen before?”

“You’ll find it is. Let your friend look at it.”

“Yes, but all that takes time, and I’m as much
In haste to get it over with as you.
But read it, read it. That’s right, draw the curtain:
Half the time I don’t know what’s troubling me.—
What do you say, Will? Don’t you be a fool,
You! crumpling folkses legal documents.
Out with it if you’ve any real objection.”

“Five hundred dollars!”

“What would you think right?”

“A thousand wouldn’t be a cent too much;
You know it, Mr. Lawyer. The sin is
Accepting anything before he knows
Whether he’s ever going to walk again.
It smells to me like a dishonest trick.”

“I think—I think—from what I heard to-day—
And saw myself—he would be ill-advised——”

“What did you hear, for instance?” Willis said.

“Now the place where the accident occurred——”

The Broken One was twisted in his bed.
“This is between you two apparently.
Where I come in is what I want to know.
You stand up to it like a pair of *****.
Go outdoors if you want to fight. Spare me.
When you come back, I’ll have the papers signed.
Will pencil do? Then, please, your fountain pen.
One of you hold my head up from the pillow.”

Willis flung off the bed. “I wash my hands—
I’m no match—no, and don’t pretend to be——”

The lawyer gravely capped his fountain pen.
“You’re doing the wise thing: you won’t regret it.
We’re very sorry for you.”

Willis sneered:
“Who’s we?—some stockholders in Boston?
I’ll go outdoors, by gad, and won’t come back.”

“Willis, bring Anne back with you when you come.
Yes. Thanks for caring. Don’t mind Will: he’s savage.
He thinks you ought to pay me for my flowers.
You don’t know what I mean about the flowers.
Don’t stop to try to now. You’ll miss your train.
Good-bye.” He flung his arms around his face.

God strengthen me to bear myself;
That heaviest weight of all to bear,
Inalienable weight of care.

All others are outside myself;
I lock my door and bar them out,
The turmoil, tedium, gad-about.

I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?

If I could once lay down myself,
And start self-purged upon the race
That all must run! Death runs apace.

If I could set aside myself,
And start with lightened heart upon
The road by all men overgone!

God harden me against myself,
This coward with pathetic voice
Who craves for ease and rest and joys:

Myself, arch-traitor to myself;
My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,
My clog whatever road I go.

Yet One there is can curb myself,
Can roll the strangling load from me.
Break off the yoke and set me free.

I read the steeple of Plath and
realize I am closer to thirty than 19.

Telling me I am now all-filled-out
here, personality and something
resembling a soul.
Like those characters you see in sitcoms.
A card carrying full-grown.

Real, live person! 50 more years
and maybe I can waltz into life
without insects eating at my back.

How To Dress For My Funeral



black or white, hot n'pink,
lavender always a fav,
at a fun funeral rave,
lacy or plain, your choice,
tho clean would be nice,
won't matter to me very much,
the color of your underwear.
but do not fail to recall, the dead,
their vision keen, can see all!

funeral gravity rules to be strictly observed,
snickering and giggling to commence in the
back row, when holy pomposity gets uttered,
let it wend its way forward from the aft,
until y'all better be
laughing your ***** off

anyone who chooses to speak,
must commence with words,
"Did ya hear the one about"
or be haunted by my spectral shadow
tickling both feet at midnight, or,
worse yet, reciting this awful poem
in their head, like Henry the Eighth,
I am, I am

perhaps a hora dance might be nice,
a mamba line, butts,  holy rolling n'shaking,
past rows of rock n' rolling tombstones, guitar-playing
some Metallica,
while the rabbi intones somberly,
Let's get this party started, gad ******!

if my untimely hour should arrive in July,
I humbly request that flip flops be the ped-modality,
if January should be my season
of absence treasoned, use some reason,
please stay home, and let the paid professionals
suffer in fine phony, professional, seasonal frigidity

at the post partum party, should that occur,
I humbly repast request, barbecue be the cuisine,
in the hopes you all recall to place
a generous helping, repeat, generous helping,
inside my sauce- proof pine wood casket,
with extra napkins for the long trip ahead

now these are all post hypnotic, post breathing,
helpful suggestions, not requirements,
but honor or disparage, cry or vent,
curse or bless my perma-absence,
don't matter to me, as long as somebody
reads this manifesto at the festivities, first and last.

Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more
Right now mi feel like church life unsure
Mi cant even see weh fi embrace nuh more
Cause the covid thing seh nuh embrace nuh more.

Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more.  
Right now mi feel like church life unsure.
Mi miss sis jenny cooking,
The good sat deh chicken,
Mi usually lick mi  finga
Like a happy baby pigeon.  

Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more
Right now mi feel like me church life unsure
Weh affi mask up
Face cover up
A cough or sneeze mek everybody flair up.

Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more.
Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more

there is a fire in my chest
that roars with every breath i take
i am suffocating,
choking on the fumes

at night, i am my own firefighter
i use the jaws of life to cut open my skin,
reach inside of myself
and extinguish whatever is burning me alive
until the flames re-ignite again in the morning.

Like a tank he barges in
talking loud shaking hands
hard almost mad.
  Yeh thats my dad.
   Your opinions be ******
while his are grand
his advice taken
not To be forsaken
or he'll  be mad.
  That's my dad.
His lessons you'll learn
or you'll  get burned
by the outside world
or some sneaky girl
don't question or you'll end up sad.
That's my dad.
   No laziness or wallowing
his rules are for following
no goofing around
sun up to sun down,
eee  gad!
Yeh that's my dad.
But in the end it's true,
he's the only father that I knew
now he's dead
our family head
He's the only father I ever had.
Yeh that's my dad.

Sige’t im guliat pero waray may nakabati
Bis man it nakakabungol na tim tingog waray may naasi
Dire mo la ada karuyag nga ako pamatian
Bisan man kon hi ako aada la hiton imo atubangan.

Siplat gad bisan la maka-usa
Waray man ngani nganhi tawo, kita la nga duha
Pagbul-iw daw bisan la mausa nga pulong
Ginpipirit ka la pagkulaw, sige man la tim piyong.

Ano daw la ine nga akon gin-aabat
Baga hin tikang pala ha trangkaso tapos tigda la nga nabughat
An girok ha akon tiyan in dire ko mapugngan
Kalipay nga hi ikaw la ngahaw an tinikangan.

Kon ako man ha imo in magsumat
Hingyap ko nga dire ka liwat lumakat
Pag-abat nga naiha ko na nga tinago
Yana nga takna igyayakan, ighuhuring na ha imo.

Ayaw ako pagbasula kon hi ako ha imo in naipa
Pahimatngon nga magpapadayon ngadto hit kahasta
It imo pagkita ha akon dire unta magbag-o
Kon isumat ko nga naruruyag ak ha imo.

I was told today that I can't be both a Feminist and a Christian
"Really Lexi, this again
Why can't you just pick one of them
You don't know whay you're saying."

"No you are not" is what they say
to me again and again everyday
"Why don't you just go away
be normal and go and play."

But I'm trying to tell you who I am
I don't expect you to understand
but why do you make me feel as small as sand
instead of just listening

You act as if I've commited a crime
as if these words can't be mine
as if my mouth should have a bedtime
you shut me down

What is wrong with people today
we're so divided in every single way
all I want to do is say
Please end this destructive fray

But I'm "just a kid"
people didn't act how I did
that sat still and pretty and hid
if they ever did something that was forbid

As much as I hate it when people are mad
maybe don't try to make others feel bad
then we can all be in harmony and glad
and we can all gad
together

but this wonderful sounding universe
where all of us live without having to curse
cannot become properly versed
until we stop judging others first

I am a feminist
I am a Christian
I am proud of both
So hear me and listen

Nothing you say or do
will convince me I'm not
because hunny let me tell you
I am tougher than you thought.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Searched all over the globe
By his curious brethren
Who craves for a trace
On the minute of a sign or symbol.

Coast to coast has he sojourned
In search of this settlement
That baffles all.
Yet so symbolic to be identified.

What prompted the African search
Brought a bloodline to Nigeria
To view the striking identification
Their brother left behind as an easterner.

This mysterious remembrance has
Launched a helping hand to the present
Generation, intending to wipe the tears
Of a populace who hails from the east.

Having found the tribes of Gad emerges
A reunion of East and these westerners
Who vowed to find a brother whose position
Is the seventh in Jacob's court.

Still
Killing mayhem edges more to the center taking on the excepted reality and inches forward as the new
Norm another Idol in the form of a celebrity goes over the edge but we still hang on every word they

Speak now a best seller and block buster film about children killing each other it’s alright we still hunger
We are war like at our core it was once called barbarism through listening and being groomed from high

Moral ground we advanced combat and conflict was made the last resort of civilized man nobility of
Spirit was celebrated it was evidenced by the spires of churches and synagogues that pierce the sky

Their proclamation faith has vanquished ignorance and thoughts that were riddled with disease were
Routed although they still assailed the heathen in far off dominions that at first were given little thought

But truth is relentless its roots it would still be hard to prove in today’s environment that moral
Uprightness is stronger and more reasonable than the curse of evil that contends for the heart and soul

Of all who inhabit earth I made this argument in disgrace when I first started writing seriously twenty
Years ago I add it here

Disgrace


This land void of devotion gone is the church steeples
Replaced by voices and shadows of drug dealers on each corner
Now they are the keepers, lost cities, death stalks its peoples
Nothing is sacred in this polluted and diffused land
No longer hallowed be thy name, it’s as if he never came
Forgotten is any standard of moral excellence
The once high ideals only represent a fool’s parlance
Man declares I throw off these restraints only to find darker chains
The book that once guided this great land
We now betray with each waking day
Our hearts and mind it did ignite, now it’s word we can’t stand
Powerless and feeble we stumble, anxious ever moment
Just to remember is not enough, best confess our pride
Make sacrifice with our lips, to burn on altars on high
There is a short season for all to make amends to regain our stride
March on to glory with it burning on the inside
You don’t have to be astute in business to see the sound investment
Bring your poverty of spirit leave with the riches of his last testament
It offers the greatest rate of exchange
Light for darkness, life for death, selfless love for selfishness

Still it is like taking straw to a windblown bare bluff and you spell this and warning out dire
Circumstances that our action are bringing in themselves and then in the larger reality already

Evil after being reduced from the glory and its law that was the supreme order of Heaven was
Dismissed as unworthy unfit at that level their removal was described in the dramatic allegory

As lighting they were discharged as lighting is a charge it would also indicate the white pure
Fiery indignation pure cleansing occurred as they were a stain now that disgust is everywhere

It besieges our world in great and small matters they are swayed by its continual assaults
Its rampant hunger is devouring man wholly the wind if studied would reveal it is being bared

Upon the wind it stench and burning reaches to the end of time and the ghastly smell of
Human flesh that burns continuously in the lake of fire the second death if you are not born again

You are dead in your sins and the second death will be pronounced at the great white
Throne all ages will stand before the lamb once the lamb of sacrifice now the judge for them that

Through it all Still resist and make mockery of his suffering God said ones such as this will not escape
His righteous wrath over the ages tears have dropped at altars continuity from the eyes of the faithful

They form a stream that has reached ever life with true love how ugly and cruel does his death have to
Be told the only way to know he was human was his physical form otherwise he was just a bloodied

Animal mauled beyond recognition but still you remain lost it is your fault and this fact still wearies
And makes all of us who love bleed and we shamelessly pursue you to the final day that is nearer than
Any think                                          

                                                                       STILL THERE IS TIME

Who can fathom the deep water of his love I recounted how in the most broken place of my life with
News that my older sister died you would have to know my life to understand the loss because of

A family that did what you’re doing they left the safety of His fold and for dad it was drink a man called
To preach first a drinker then a drunk then a wino where life was liquid and filled with untold torment

That was his confused disgusted shameful end my mother followed him out of the life giving sustenance
Of holy living her first stop was she moved in with one of the richer men in our community good trade

Right how long did the prize last a few dismal months and then the real good life began she sent her
Daughter into bars to get money so they could live some would call that pimping don’t worry a *****

Doesn’t miss a trick no there isn’t one despicable thing she wouldn’t stoop to her last words were it was
Wrong but I loved it spoken like a true idiot you think heaven will be opened to any of us that practices

Sin of any kind we deserve flames that will never purify but will contend for that end forever I missed
That life by to Godly grandmas who lived and died in the faith but I have had moments that I failed

I caught up with my parents if only for a short time and it scared me to think I could live like that all the
Time but again to restate my sister died oh at her funeral she had her last say the songs were defiant

And mildly vile in that setting but at least she was truthful as she was in life she was the devil’s daughter
A hell raiser to the end and beyond but the savior met me I was twenty five hundred miles away I

Calculated the time difference while she was driving back from delivery Christmas presents and they
Say most likely an enlarged heart caused the accident she drove hell bent for leather any way and add

The beers always close by her inheritance from father and she would love this she hit the main power
Pole and knocked all of electricity out for a nearby town for hours finishing by tearing the guys fence
Down and coming to a final rest in two senses of the world God bless her mom and dad had to be proud

The little girl from Sunday school gad been dead for years they saw to that for me my wife and I were
Returning from a Disney Christmas I was in the San Joaquin valley when this ominous dark came up

With a wind that carried weeds and debris in front of my car I felt an eerie unsettling feeling
Rush into my heart later as spoken it was at the time she left this world I felt its effects that far

Away but when we stopped for the night at familiar lodgings to break the trip up getting back to the bay
Area when we checked in some one was waiting for us such a peace pervaded the place folks I had been

There hundreds of times had great fun every time but this was different my wife verbalized it she is
Reserved to the point when she laughs at something I know it is really funny I laugh at any thing

But she made a point how peaceful it was I described it back a few pieces ago as luxuriant bliss we
Stayed an extra day it felt so great this was my cushion when I got home to a blinking answering

Machine I Was in a sense pulled into a haven of spiritual proportions built up for the blast that was
Coming that is your privilege and your status in life as his child yes all suffer like sorrows but one he

Comforts the other one pushes such care and love away as a parent God walks back into the shadows
My piece Night Thoughts was called hard to read and disturbing but it shows what and how Jesus even

Today handles Impending death of his wayward children this is one more road block God has put in your
Way to prevent you from going onto your destructive end Hell is just ahead

My Night With Paul Simon
(Posted originally on June 5, 2013)

On the night train, the red eye plane,
Flying home to NYCeeeeeeeeeeeee,
From the city of Los Angeleeeeeeez

Feeling flush, dropped some cash,
Got me a seat in extra large first class

Seat 2C, plenty of room for my toes,
To wiggle  to dance, lay down some poetry tracks,
pretending I'm a **** jive,
bad *** from the
make-believe west coast

A short guy, with fedora down low,
An older man,
looking about nine years older
than somebody I might know,
hiding his eyes @ 9pm
neath some excellent Raybans,
slip slides into 2D,
gives me a smile,
And says Hi, I'm Paul

I look once at his face and say,
Listen Rhymin' Simon,
I'd know you any place,
No worries, your secret,
with me is safe,
Cause dudes in row 2,
gottta stick together, be cool,
We're riding first class,
over the land of the free

What ya do for a living he asks,
A little of this and a little of that,
All of which, ain't no **** good at!
So I spend my cold, hard time
laying down cold hard verse,
Can't stop, cause it's my daddy's dying curse

He said that's cool,
I like to do that too.
Guitars on planes
drive passengers insane,
They take up too much
overhead compartment space,
I just scribble me some rhymes and
Let the music come
when I got two feet
on the ground in the city
we both come from.

Paul:  You got any stuff writ
on that yellow sheet,
or just pretty blue lines,
a big pad of nothing?

Dude: Man you may got diamonds
on the soles of your shoes,
But pay me some 'spect,  
you talking to the man who penned
Sad Eyed Teenagers of the Lowland
on Hello Poetry, gad ****!

Paul smiled and said
you can call me Al,
And if you feel like blowing some lines together,
We got five hours till we can see
the house that Ruth built.

Dude: Hit me with your best shot,
I'll show you what I got

Paul: And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

Dude: Just cause the union of the  monkeys
in the Bronx Zoo done gone on strike,
Don't mean the lion ain't
still king of the hill
inside this New York city jail

Paul: And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets are written
on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered
in the sounds of silence

Dude: A home-grown poet.
I am
Soul enslaved to words.
The alphabet - My oxygen molecules,
I am both,
Addict and dealer
A ****** poet
******

Paul: You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

Dude: Contact with the atmosphere
makes self pity die,
blue blood turn red,
the TNT tightness in my chest exploded
I got no place
to store these words,
the cops think I'm
some kind of
Terrorist

On and on thru the night,
Riffing, rapping, rambling, and spitting,
Ditties and darts, couplets and barbs,
Single words and elegies,
Free verse and a lot of fking curse words,
It was a moment, a time
that deserved
to be preserved,
and so this poem got writ

You may think this story apocryphal
Which is another way of saying untrue,
But I got his boarding pass and it is signed,
To this crazy poetry dude, long may you rasp,
And it is signed by Mr. P. Simon, a big fan,
And it has never since that day,
Left my grasp