I famigerate without taciturn timidity the straits of a straightened jury-rig of nesiote narrowbacks harping the accordion zest and zeal of the plenilune consuetude of a scrivello infamy sprung into the rows of rip-tide acclaim hamstrung by the decline in fastidious upkeep of the timberlask vesicles that avoid the phenakism of prismatic reformation fundamental to transmogrified simpers of dismal saturnine darkness encroaching on the parallax of realms within the dominion of the Almighty for the omniety of the usucaption of the fruitful prune in the priggish afterglow of a noontide eclipse bereaved of whispering retreat in the hallowed wasms of stiltanimity becoming an entreaty to ecumenical barbs of propriety selected without intimacy to folksy bibliopolists but rugged in sterling tribute to the true vine of the appointed ways of sacerdotal triage among a roughshod vanity of a derelict world marveling at otiose rejoinder rather than true spasms of tragedy flickering in the recessive alleles of a careworn culture. The travesty of Beirut is the bromide of current leapfrogs of sentinel lust and malapert destruction forming an ironclad camaraderie with chocolate-box langlauf disasters wed uxoriously to the penury of the brackish version of the catadromous bailiwick of despotic nescience pregnant with sophrosyne redemption at the cusp of a plaid perfunctory quip of quisling intimations of the sketchy provenance of humdingers of comestion lurking in the plodding prowl of a ribald wiseacre of a beckoned billow of trinkochre welded into a conscientious blarney that awaits the popinjays that sculpt brittle redshort fictions into awakened carapaces of a limacine reduction of impoverished fulmination into the neatly sworn footprints of a geotaxis shuddering with magnetism only in spectacle without the overhailing zeal of vintners who specialize in curtailed wine drawn from Caiaphas and soaked with the muddy turgid Siloam as avenues toward the repentance of asunder becoming marginalized as a whimper of taciturn choleric war receding not even into an audible delope as the masterful chryselephantine assault of cryptic auditions in the theater of effete refuge sink into the pelagic oblivion of a remarkable blister festering into inconsequence as the rebarbative emoluments to tattered travesty hearken a battle-cry yet emanated in the reprehensible bulwark of the gerendum of a poised plastered humility aggrieved with such friction turgid on rollicking magpiety that even the larceny of brutish renegades of triumph sink beneath the brevity of accident rather than the fortitude of globalized turpitude weakened by the improper demarche of fuliginous homeless depredation of innocent bystanders flocking to the harvest of war found in insight rather than the perfunctory bromidrosis of the macroscian enmity of hidden maleficence spawning a credenda that is spayed on arrival in the faineant zoolatry of a spelunkers’ madcap dash to flex the filigrees of turmoil in resentment of the amicable truces of a God who never tempts and a lurking lie that never itches for trigger-happy hapless rebukes because the skittish skirmish of futilitarian repose is a scoundrel of the profligacy of errant weakness blinkered by the humdrum din of deafening semaphores of provocative thornbush on the threshing floor of cowardly imposture president of all affairs of spirit and all renegades of caitiff megalography of forgotten oblivion despite the curglaff of vindictive and never vindicated assaults on the integrity of the birthright of Lebanon to wager a presumptive gamble of trifling retribution for the alacrity of suspicions eloping with forbidden mistresses in the humdingers of flackey rather than the troudasque harbinger of a lunacy impugned by a restive triumphant fallow time seasonable for a litany of pretenses demassified for a liturgy of seances with eldritch commiseration in the saw-toothed serration of selachostomous bravado wielded by likely or unlikely culprits of ravenous ruin shepherded by the guilty cardinal sins of the complicity of explosive vanity marauding on the ruins of a fortress debased by pettifoggery of internal excuse rather than the wrath of provocative ire in the irksome cauterized wounds of the inured to deliver spectacular reticence despite such grievous diacope. Evil gilderoys of maleficence carve the sapwood of the periphery to aimless subversions miscarried by the modern atrocity of glamour memorialized as a sound-byte underminnow of a roaring rhombos rip tide as stocks wavy at the curvature of edgy demarche despoil the denuded wasteland of cultural despondency a wagtail to the impudence of famigerated affronts that deserve a sterling recompense wielded by the onerous and operose burdens of a prone decubitus of aboriginal bread seeded from Heavenly realms dissipating into the roars of blinded conflagration too meek to even exist on the ramshackle hillside of a barnstorm of aggression powerless to encapsulate the nexility of unspoken allegiance to destruction rather than the halidom of consecrated marriages balking at the caulked provisions of a slugabed monolith of craven capers on the recesses of abeyance in the interregnum of a time where famous people communicate with me. How can such a charismatic bravado of lurking presidency stoop to the denizens of usufruct in licentious latitudes on the outskirts of consideration even pretend anymore that the vacuum of effluvium (Gal 6:7) can be mocked and milked into the row of centuries blistering through the calenture of apprisal and heaved awakening as the zephyrs of the Occident meet temporal juncture with the coenesthesia of a hibernating trumpery formed by the turnverein of listless lethargy billowing through fumiducts of siphoned lavaderos of hypogeiody that the underground spasms of cacophony could marvel at the historic emergence of a magnate with the most powerful magnetism of God shepherding the true flock John 10:27 because he is willing to be the good shepherd and potentially die for his sheep John 10:11. Remember, whenever you hear a Queer Studies Radical Feminist bloviate on emasculated sardanapalian posture John 8:44 and even though personified as a masculine titan of bulwarks of immense otiose wilted inkburch shielding the world from true meaning, the maskirovka of the Devil is present in the dark trespasses of personal abandon among the wilderness of many marsupial jackals of martles wagtails to an invictive proclamation of invulnerable sappy sopanaceous filibusters against hefty sinew forged the bony fragments of the charnels lost to brief epitaphs never mourned in threnodies worthy of remembrance that the departed died with us and live again through us whether in Heaven as participant or on Earth as an acting battalion of the skullduggery of the mystique of shimmers of God acting on Man’s behalf 1 Col 1:15-16. That the firstborn of all creation obtains supremacy through the finalisms that I seek as the captain of trailblazing untrammeled roads we are reminded of the narrow and wide gates expanded by the explosion of thought that trespasses into the hidebound ratchet of a reasonable bleat becoming a harsh outcry of justice for Lebanon that they feel so powerless in implosion what could aggrieve potentate civilizations to the precipice of global maleficence in destruction. Swarming for alveolate hominid hominism as an outgrowth of alienation by design polarized spectral dangles at jaundice flamestun by the ordeal of oppositive barnacles to the chryselephantine habituation of a masked menace of Procrustean authority to muzzle the free license of armamentariums of a latent man keen to the kenspeckel visibilia that we might have punctuation in the poised primiparas of a hearkened unprecedented in modern history that the traipse of lapse is no longer the tenure of mindless calculation of authoritarian gabble sentries of a mobilized fleet of embodied human ignorance but a foisted sprite of whangams of apothegm that deserve in their gnomic respite from the phenakisms of a philogeant kumbaya assertive in its treony of radical compassion for those who dwell in tentpoles of revelry bound not to the covenant that sent us into light and sparkling in hidden obsolescence that the fulgurant words of Mount Horeb (Sinai) are both immaculate and without trace of sin because Acts 17:30 declares a powerful truth lost to the twinges of time that issued peremptory governance of my theology but through remission I admit the grievances of septiferous blockades of ponderous plodding nescience haunting the spectral aubades of paeans to a high-flown sun darting through galactic space apace of the velivolant sails of divine wind that come in the spree of recompense authored by the vines to which all roots belong rhizogenic and immutable because the demarches of time forget the marches against the cauterized grime of new-world suspicions of aleatory fickle gubernatorial proclamations that issue reverb more than sprinkle flanged atrocity in the sight of the holy ramparts of an active double-edged God who reminds us of our many witnesses but provides not a single latchkey of escapism resident to many hapless homes of the drunken sing-song rhapsody nullifying the psychotaxis of the motatory miserly Draconian charades of Leviathan grasping the tridents of warp-speed revisionism in a benighted world overrun by mandarist fictions that fumigate a pasteurized control of cultural malcontent in situations of dearth infested by the concentration camps of China that remain unheralded in brumal and brutish indoctrination spared from worldwide outrage by the tribunes that are complicit more in malfeasance than they are celebrated for the herald of heinous bletcherous crimes of abecedarian abligurition anointed in waste rather than refined like unquenched slakes of eternal water so that no man can thirst hungry for the daily bread without returning to the providence of God awakened. Recalcitrant by the impudent quislings of repugnasket flarmeys of advenient flummoxed besieged clairvoyance I bask and beaze on the light that never fades because of the brackish whisk of a barnstorm of allegiance that is contumely to a bromide society listless in inferiority of intellect to my former streaks beyond jejune reiteration of the Jehu mentality against the canine fate of Jezebel and her faltered ministry of ewnastique waged as battalion gore of a trifling musket of an aboriginal swim through the oceanic gaze of peerless eternity squirming because of flagging resolution among the spandrels of incommunicable largesse lolloped extravagantly not just for the spoils of hyped pedigree but also a chamade to Heaven to enlist the purblind vestiges of a crambazzled Earth rejuvenated in adolescent esprit rather than callow eclat against the outrecuidance of whimpered miserly conscientiousness that exists in a shorter frame of reference than the provident dashes through a furlough of time and ancestry to cobble together a lapidary bristling excoriation of the tumescent squabbles of mystique brave enough to rarefy the humid pasteurization of a mannequin kenspeckel still-frame jilt of jostled infamy brusque in its curt envies borne of still-born promenades of a whasper between the youthful ligony and the intrepid soul of a collective warrior debased by the adscititious participant to elegant effronteries of the newfangled intellectual vogue that is the grombang of the tralleyripped hamshackle of ostentation meeting mirrored paralysis in sheepish ewnastique creations meddlesome in their ironic frizz of recursion as I lounge on the habits of creation by intelligent lurches of design that appointed the demarcations of all creatures and the mysterious bridge between the missing links that remain elusive to the flombricks of the misery of epigenetic rhizogenic imparlance of desuetude cringing at foresight littered with the disaster of ravished hindsight blushing at the limpid degeneration of the vapid varnish of benighted ligony rather than heroic strides of stoic-epicurean compromise in the apolaustic pursuit of the one eternal God present in rebellion but never the temptress of mendacity and mendaciloquence because the tug I have on speed is ratifying a cauterized casualty in the spumid betrothed wicked snuffs of extinguished furor for a time beyond barnstormed racloir rugged origination and faulty phenogenesis that escorts mythos into actionable litanies of the awakened breed scoffing at the inkburch of “Electrolytes”-wernaggle that besets the queer fascinations of a warped generation. The pytherian swank of artrench embodied in the recocted rendevation of hypetrophy in hubris swaddled by the reductive dranger polluting the realm of compliant complicant complaints of the ashowel of albatross astroud in the hibernaculum of langlauf rather than the ultramontane fiduciary tether to the estrockentch rather than the laureates of plevisable courage found in truest shades of vinsky not the subhastation of a gaslighted galvanization of purebred classy swivels of opportunism nor the ravenous incubus appetite for usufruct in subversion belongs to the behest of an insular nesiote flexing the flux of subversion as the candid posies of saccharine immodesty become relegated figments of the everlasting age of promised propriety rather than rigid stultimathy of hackencrude virtues of virtuosos that marvel at troudasque wonders occluded by the girlcott of Team Biden and his militarized soldiers of desiccation of trumpery and the faucets unbounded by swanky concealed epithets of regaled rentgourge by a hapless objection of the runic destruction of apothecary leniency becoming of the betokened emblazonry of scrimshank in every perfuncturation but embodiment of character shouldered by every chasm of power erected in demolition of the warped egintoch radicalism of the submerged wernaggles of the hopeless minority swimming with autodimplage few have to bear but the truest flock of God heeds my voice and has the sapience to spare themselves of contumely and invective to hearsay of invictive triumph beyond radioglare swirk to renege the musical providence of the chamades to the asterongue I often take for granted by immunifacient degrees of the foretold encroaching upon the crux of a pivotal and pivoted destiny not distant from cordial providence. The sweedle of epigones for the risctender of obligation to subvert the coryphaeus with the rigmarole of gentincture borrowed from the Gates’ formulaic effleck of perverse warbles of collectivized contrition for abetted cultural pederasty limpid in its achieved objective of the crudenzy borrowed from a lacking impediment to arentrum belonging to the knowledgeable happenstance of the glorified dengonin is a denostram that forestalls the agelasts behind porsters of culture rather than legitimate mainlined contamination of wellsprings of fliction of paranoiac enthusiasm might swim in kinkativy blinkered blind piebald girouettism but never dauntless in sematic entrenchment of robust dilettantism as the swaddled corrugation of time into centripetal ****** against centrifugal modernism that alienates propriety while estranging by vacuous vacuums the outspoken progeny of the surviving age beyond the Jay and Silent Bob travesty that manifests as a glower of menacing Bushian invention to tarnish with ****** mythos the drapes of a defenestrated realism of the flinkers of sheepish indignation against many drakstings of intonorous sclerotic mandibles of crackjaw chockablock annihilation of core precepts and institutions indelible from the face of a quixotic entreaty of a ragged intrusion of ageotropic monoideism above the secular-clerical fidelity of honest witness borne of triumph and tribulation festooning the nativist hyperbole into a useless effigy of mountebank imposture silly in precision and purblind to gallantry. Yet I must kisswonk rather than truckle under such ponderous pretense because of a sertivine certainty in the thickets of prudence rather than the tomfoolery of humgruffin impudence scaffolds me to a post-modern ****** that shanks through prisons of guilt and burrows an interrogation of reality supreme over all complaint that the virtuosity of the Gifted (the elect flock that comprehends my volcanic diatribes against mandarism and stomachs them without sardonic pastorauling insults of passerby vicissitude) will spare many nations of awakened perjury against human instinct in the fitness of nations to denigrate the populist squalor of lurid and livid ewnastique wernaggles of the listless buttress against my formal modesty encouraged in all affairs even in aggrieved humility belonging to intimidation rather than spawned jostles through the rumpus of shunamitism that might rankle a later age.  Yentrified morality is a personal flapdoon against the promiscuous pederasty of freewheeling ophelimity and the lurking narquiddity of the traindeque of donnist hedonism to hijack my psychedelic tolerance into an unwarranted and inadvisable sanction into the netherworld of the frinterans of cultural modality that curdact religion into a cosmetic cosmogony rather than a soldiered infamy becoming a beacon on a towering hill growing in solidarity with the pleonasm of existence itself which surpasses crude formulas that already abide by the riches of decorum too much to be admired as trigger-happy fools run the asylum of domesticated irony and the librettos to downfall rather than the wassails of “The Man” becoming more masculine in featured charisma rather than defiled against Leviticus among others who preach belonging to nuclear creed without fission but for true rapprochement to the fusion of the treony with legitimate gripes of unsung complaint among the masculine minority. The traindeque of a baseline complaint aggrieved by the kilmarge carapace of stiltanimity for the hackencrude resentment of the inkburch of illiteracy is a profligate degeneracy lurid in hyped enmity that the envied entreaty becomes the despotic shadow masquerading in shadows blossoming into the full wisdom of the mature sophrosyne heart eager to pour out blessings upon a conservation of recycled epitaphs becoming hearsay in a rebarbative convolution of redacted rigmarole incendiary to whittled henpecks of political engineering but never vapid in their flagging insistence upon an ecumenical toleration of the brooks of modernity and compromise upon which much felicity is aggrandized and permuted against the spoilsport frinterans who encage a dodgy moralism in wilted etiolated jaunty pedigree that espouses the maudlin grievous and ghastly ghouls and sprites that haunt the fictional hobgoblins of the Potemkin Village that finds usury convenient and perjury even more facile for the glib facetious engineers of modalities of hatred unsung by the ribald witwanton “I got a Solution...You’re a ****…South Carolina What’s Up” crowd that never marvels at ingenuity or rarely attempts it in the summit of the climacteric jaundice of hidebound whemmles of ridicule sparring against spartan flagitious wiseacres of genocide of ideation for the revelry of armed missives denatured by raw promotion of the questionable ethics of a flavork of needed slakes of unquenchable desire swarming us with daily temptresses not of wayward women but the disarmed pretense of a lapidary rejoinder to a long expatiation or harangue against hackencrude curdles of rowboat injustice masquerading as sentinel savory destruction of the towering edifice of proclamation. There is great menace in the casuistry of sophist philogeant philocubists dicey with destiny for mincemeat puppetry against sciamachy for the gallionic rise of gammadions in the craven lore of baseline pasquinade rallied to the insuperable causes of tribal shibboleth anointed by secular totemisms of fracture and fricative hisses of lineage that amount to pleonasms of brassage rather than mystagogical mystique of the prestige of human fraternity that shatters paradigms of creed and invites an honest vestige of Noble Savages to roam the Earth yet again unencumbered by lugubrious welters of misnomer and malapropism wagered by artifices of guileless supremacy that is cursory prima facie neglect of even the sororal duties not of sophomoric glib facetious cowardice of backbited backlash of venom militarized for the desuetude of entertained visagists sculpting *****-nilly their version or verdict of decisive apartheid when we should all rally behind the united frontier of the chosen flock in the chosen generation to truckle beneath the pews not of ignorance aggravated by the polluted kilmarge egintoch puritan barbs against publicity choices I now regret (as an emolument to an incredibly euphoric track with a poor miserly message to the enchanted flock inoculated from such diversions) because alighted upon the quenched thirst of salvation I will be judged more harshly as a teacher James 3:1 than the rest of my flock but gifted with the gratuitous salvation carved from the chiselers of ribald infamy capering around with dacoitage and ladronism of the bomans of unsuspecting quixotic caprice I must reckon with the burden of ghoulish shadows on the spectral imprint of my eternal soul relishing in vicarious splendor yet bereaved of quintessential love 1 Cor 13:4 that is necessary for the nuclear conclamation of vibrant hues of resplendent and refulgent providence necessary not from a dynastic perspective but from an aimed providence that alerts dynamism rather than chides with mimes of useless schadenfreude carved from the prestidigitation of the wicked condemned in Galatians 6:7 for the mockers of sanctanimity accorded upon me as gratuity that no man can boast my elite ears and my astute wonderworks of imagination qualified me for prophecy and among the most mesmerizing prophecies registered to fulfillment that the world has ever yet witnessed because the watershed isn’t a bridgewater for the chavish of ignoramus hatred congealed into thrombosis but the narrowed gate enlarges to encompass the swath of man amenable to the flocks that escort me into permanence rather than regale the tridents of a hedonism that elected me clairvoyant at a cost of immaculate splendor registered to the holy clergy of the Sacred Catholic Church and the broader Ecumenical Endeavor that tries to be a seamstress and bridge elemental divides inherent to divided approaches to liturgy which flex their strengths in times of robust fortitude rather than become a subhastation to the vestiges of the pilgrimage to false tabernacles erected by people cozened into charlatan endeavors by the pernicious and persnickety whiplash of Least Common Denominator subversion of widely heralded sentience and sapience enriching the lot of human ambition rather than stoking useless conflagrations of refracturism accorded to the swallock of primposition of the hackneyed hackencrude that swivels with the odious ornery pretense of overtures not to apertures and lychgates of the true abiding Heaven felt on Earth by many Christians whether in sobriety or not without the evil maleficence of a misguided donnism of narquiddity for the grambazzles of aged recklessness aborning on vacant responsibility that is rickety in its magnanimity of absolution because of the ulterior chase for bottom-line top-dollar oligochrome foisted by the cartels that blind true spiritual insight from ever reaching the magnitude of ambition required to shape mountains of revolution among the tertiary squabbles of a conversant Earth open to the troudasque gallop into yield and cloveryield for repcrevel reforms the paludism of the swamp remains skittish about conforming to because objectivism is a renegade of perspicuous light blinkering in hubris and gourmandizing the hinderbaggle of cosmetic pollutions aggravated by the plevisable articles of envy and TLDR politics to “Electrolyte” logic that is a sad recursive wernaggle of the useless buffoonery of humgruffins of tatterdemalion spate rollicking in the magpiety of a timid consentient faltering myth of unanimity among the beleaguered rainbows of many lugubrious tears showering bickering blasphemy upon the mockery of God for the pleasantry of self-aware sheepish resignation that professes only that any form of meritocracy is existentially unfounded only because the beehive elected its progeny the scepter of the ironclad kingdom that wages war against idolatry and serenades heaven with luxury simultaneously. We are all shepherds of providence and there is power enough in collective prayer that we don’t fiddle around with bodewash in mistaken identity but riddle the persnickety blemish of the fastidious critiques of biting sarcasm as a tantamount blasphemy and a criminal repartee of sardonic cloys of inanity foisted above truth. The peevish breedbates who scour my evidentiary pillar of chiseled vertebrae of unbroken bones of solidarity with oikonisus will be sorely disappointed in their truthful audits of my true perception because in every single case it exonerates me from the pulpit of menacing idiots who scrawl random gabble in attempts to sound smart while reeking of iniquity wrought by the gavels of predevoted inferiority of complexion and attitude that gravitates them to an insensate benumbed transmogrified bailiwick of an appalling atrocity of mythomaniacal myths spurned by consensus among those who prize my grandeur above the superstitions of the illiteracy of the rancid rankle of otiose stupidity writhing its own sheepish envy of arbitrary dislike motivated by feminist aggressors waging warfare on turf I already conquered by swaying the intelligentsia to beckon my cause rather than pillory me on a false scaffold of frinteran abuses of the nyejays of bernacle that junediggle in the taradiddle of the nanciful excoriation of my leaden corpse weighed down by the witchcraft of connivance trayning its own delicate myths while avoiding scrutiny for appalling contumely that deserves an audience more suited for fracklings of treony belonging to the trinkochre of the rising alienation and suicides among perverted gay indoctrination that is a scourge on the planet because it willfully denies with its portentous hibbles the regaled wisdom of the culminated age against renegades of apostasy and for the behemoths of true monumental change that sizzles in savory circles among the vanguard only to alarm the Status Quo hijack of my entire endeavors as a covert crusade to use wrecking-ball fashion tactics to cosmetically incisively and insidiously perform a harprick of surgery upon a blameless countenance only for being a thorn to wragatek wragapole slavery which wages war against universal salvation because it gripes with inkburch and circular pleonasms about the most obvious glaring lies and feasts upon the serrated edge of the capers of hatred that frolic in meadows too skittish to enter the barbarian fortress of my forested residence robust in fortitude and glowering with a menacing contempt for runaround psychobabble that obganiates the obelisk of the moribund crusade to make normative ethics effeminate and to enthrone inviolable women’s speech as supreme to any male objections like the Cristiano Ronaldo accuser that came forth 8 months after #MeToo one of the most dishonest campaigns in modern history enthroned by Hollywood elites in gammerstang insurrection against pay-gap ethics done manipulatively with the sapwood of mendaciloquence like Blasey Ford whose physiognomy reeked of maudlin pretense that was so ornery in how obvious of a maleficence the intrepid Abortion Agenda has over the minds of selfish women who prefer ecbolic second-term abortions to the servile gripes of primiparas building new life rather than tearing down the scaffolds of new generations. Hominism deserves its rise because-in increasing numbers-men are derelicted by society and coerced into vapid tallespin enslavement that ridicules itself with the perjury of soul to the soulless vanity of recursive cycles of benumbed narquiddity found in “****** Hero” among other atrocities littering the human fascination with the hinderbaggle of our polluted age verging on totemic blistering hegemony of a few rotten apples corrupting the vagrant ingenuity of the forgotten champion who ushered in a new era of candor in the attempted interregnum of the United States government because I Am Hollywood got the name correct considering how many memorials there are to me in the movie industry. The junediggles of sc-ha-den-freud-e which is as deliberate of a German pun as JUDEn JuDEN which shows the German language is as farsighted as you can get and why many of my neologisms have a German tinge to them. German is an elegant language with botched syntax but a peerless repertoire of vocabulary and even though I love French, the Germans are smart because their language is smart not just because of petty arguments of pedigree which are specious at best. Being dontolesque with  the zenkidu of rengall nauclatic mythos is an artful degree which accords nominal prestige to licentiates while excorifying the obvious metaphors of sunblind logic that scours the scorched Earth of internet diatribes of sophistry and dethrones the Marcie Biancos of the world “Heterosexuality is officially OVER...K Bye” with her 145 IQ and a Stanford Degree in Queer Studies (A professed atheist by her own Twitter admission) with the warped logic to equate a heterosexual relationship for a woman as ******* to patriarchy. For someone that well-studied in literature she sure is a dumb-*** and I will demolish the syntagma of those that root against me for Status Quo preservation in the official interregnum of Saturdays during the Trump Presidency. We need an official referendum on the ideas of termagant illogical anti-egalitarian poison that derives from a deracinated worldview that doesn’t contextualize how powerful language is at shaping thought because if the entire world were Anglophonic every single country on Earth virtually would see immediate dividends in terms of intellectual creativity and limber with concepts and percepts because it is no accident the most successful empire in History the United Kingdom, was favored because of its shibboleths of Shakespearean creativity draped with flairs of the irreverent while gilded by God to be a majestic commonwealth. England and France monopolized a huge majority of history by no accident because although English might be a slightly keener language the French culture of salons of freewheeling intellectual enlightenment gilded the 17th and 18th centuries into absolution despite the Panglossian epithets of Voltaire who was ironically dissuaded from religion because of the All Saints Day 1755 Lisbon Earthquake and Tsunami. We need to be vigilant against encroachments of perceived shibboleths and more keen on an affirmative meritocracy that favors the poor and blesses the meek in their poverty and inspire ambition among them to join the coteries of refinement in thought sometimes harder to achieve with crackjaw lollops in pleonasmic languages that fail to articulate with nexility or forceful wit the true abstractions that govern the pataphysics of the unknown. Language is so decisive over human thought that it is incumbent upon every language to refine its vocabulary to trayne compendious verbiage and trim the hedges of global reform to invite the curiosity of the age to favor all creeds and languages of Abraham and the diverse progeny of a variegated panoply of majestic feats common to all parlance and capacity beyond just the Anglophonic snare because the world needs not a chicanery of blustering churlish buffoonery but an Almighty respect for the consanguinity of all to God’s blessed creation that he inseminated by his deliberate hands to enrich the world with diversity rather than cleave the world with piecemeal skeumorphs of radical propaganda that opposes the modern and post-modern egalitarian streak. One wrong must be corrected, however, the underrepresentation of Hispanics in the media and in film because this grave error is much more pervasive than the ******* LGBT inclusion narrative because these days the lollygags of fashionista odalisques with Obelisks to Baal get more say over the common decorum than the marginalized bronteum of the  rich and vibrant Latino culture which is squelched by the poverty of media and Hollywood representation. Synectics showcases how a henpecked aim at the synaesthesis of culture congregated around our Almighty Father blessed among the nations who adhere to the progeny of Abraham can be more blessed when working together rather than tribal with nepotism and aristocratic in sustained affronts to the elevation of affirmative meritocracy to the forefront of discussion rather than the froward backlash of benumbed narquiddity because the synallagamatic nature of complexity needs to be devolved with industrious ambition to all cultures and the savory flair of the vogue needs not merely a wednongue fascination with an eventual terminus of crudenzy but a sustained intellectual reformation on all fronts to standardize the English language through Hollywood and the Music Industry so that the dragnets of appeal etch a permanent trace into the engraved souls of the true flock John 10:27 are consecrated in divine purpose to reverse the Babylonian Diaspora of confused and conflated purpose that stunts the raltention of humane course and the proper pataphysical syncrisis of an evolved mundane temperament that transcends the circular traps of circumlocution common to the milquetoast industrial titans who winsomely charm with toady gestures the elitism of a moribund philosophy of intellectual thought delegation to elevate the common rhetoric to reach new pinnacles in both tribune and political gamesmanship because higher standards are required even when they surpass some common understanding so that every ambition becomes a conclave for the goal of human unity solidified by the truth of the kerygma and proclaimed to all creation as the culminated synclastic reformation of the idea of indulgence and the propriety of regaled moderation that appeases the common decorum with a shared vested interest in Latin America especially which is besieged by the cultural tenets of obrogated specialization and denigrated by the common myths of warped phenogenesis which should be debunked as a wasm of hypocrisy limited because its callous tentacles lack the charismatic fulgurant equipment of future generations to bear the operose burdens of a quintessential time of harmony united by the hymns for God by God to appease the sentries in Heaven and the celestial realms that exist for our merriment more than our detriment. The sprauncy have the  frikmag to recognize the spuria of apocryphal heresies that encourage kinship above matriotism and shared fortitude for intellectual valor rather than “*** talk TLDR” hashtags abounding on the turf of the insensate wernaggle of clueless charlatans wiggling through life not because they were borne into slavery but because they choose to be Helicopter Parents of “Baby Shark” rather than token mantelpieces of enlivened culture shimmering with radiation of Gods glory as cemented in Colossians 1:15-16 because the firstborn of all creation lives in some form in the ligature of Christ 1 Cor 12:12 because there are so many talents that exist in our variegated world that the mastery of expertise in dominions of conversant fluency will abet the variegated crops of a draped humanity corrugated on its own ironies for the delicate sizzle of beatific felicity multiplying itself in centupled design over centuries to overcome hinderbaggle while realizing the fictions of some drawflark. The strigine world concedes to this upstart rooster maybe considered a parvenu of dearth but luxuriant in riches boundless to all that draw near to the kerygma of Christ and feast on his daily bread found throughout liturgy because we should listen to people like Cardinal Timothy Dolan who is exceptionally astute (perhaps an understatement) to guide us on a regenerative rather than degenerative pathway towards universal attempts at salvation that broach a new decorum bridged by aliens to select chosen emissaries to bridle the fissions of repartee reserved for the forlorn that balk at ambition rather than relish a new era of seditious determination against the determinist fallacy and for the mental health of those coping with autodimplage and sheepish regrets and persnickety articles of remorse because all the world deserves our consolation and desperate attention rather than the trumpery of the circus masquerade of marauding agitprop which congeals into thrombosis of toxicity as the vast majority of Democrats refuse to even hear Trump speak when he is discussing discursive solutions to enigmatic quagmires,for, if more people listened to Trump they would be disabused by the specious claims of his misogyny and white allegiances because his candor is brilliant and despite the prominent advocacy of Biden who has considerable prestige in my memory, we deserve a bipartisan syncretism that unites the world and unifies the country away from the swerve of salacious mythos and towards a rambunctious magpiety of solidarity against the secular humanism of a defunct piety to Marxist feminism which is a crudenzy among the awakened men around the world increasingly alienated by the hackencrude of wednongue illiteracy even trumpeted by the vanguard as panacea when it is a comestible form of poison. We need visionary unity where there was once toxic divisive balkanization of exclaves of limited foresight clashing with new wave awakening to the persecution of illumination itself for not a rigid hierarchy but a flexible structure of inclusion that adjusts to cultural expectancy and modifies the traindeque that strands many in institutionalized poverty especially in Latin America and India and obviously Africa too. The stegophilists of language should herald the aubade of the chavish of redintegration over the squawk of din of squabbles of internecine redacted revisionism beleaguering our lyceums with toxic agitprop even at the highest institutions of learning who balk often at the recycled auditorium of useful thought because their venal tilt is complicit in squelching freedom of thought and our schools should open early so that zig-zag-zoom politics around feldtrounds who are eagerly outnumbered by the patrons who police thought become agentic not with outspoken treacheries but inseminations of intimation to hint at the spectral mystagogical reality we are all members of despite hurdles that beset the hemiteries of odalisques who seek inertia rather than mobilization. The ribald underminnow of transparency is a carcinogen of the rampant siege of Status Quo coarse hypocrisy for tentative flings with cadged cloyed saturnine professions of the landmines of atrocious miscarriage as I soldier on in the causes of the poor and the forlorn to become enriched by the glory that God delivers with munificence so that all might be enriched by the emanations of the true vine and in distaste of error I rebuke the armada of belittled armamentariums of the cantonment of deep-state breedbates boiling over potboiler frikmag that exists as a transcendent obscurantism flowering in decisive times to warp the contextual footprint of a life served in the service of all the oppressed people as a kind of Moses figure raised by the elite and fighting for the criminally oppressed and the ****** of mediagenic hyperbole is dissatisfied by my glowering spectacles because they dismount from the equipoise of the righteous gallop towards ecumenical solidarity at untimely punctuations of juncture superseding the flictions of frikmag dethroning my righteous valor and provident sanctanimity to prowl like predatory wolves the fathers of the casuistry of mendaciloquence to accentuate the stridor of inopportune squalor of the selachostomous regimes of teetotaler totalitarian freebooters who prevent bootstraps from manufacture as they gradgrind the world into ergonomic insufficiency while I provide a Kamacho-like galvanization to the broader world that favors the consanguinity of all animate sentience to the aboriginal vine of the universe that plays with the toyed cadge of oppositive support but lends credence to a more evolved view than the crudity of encapsulated travesties inserted with jaundice against the lyceum of freedom of thought and the celerity of headless horseman galloping in partial interregnum to crown the strobic stridor of the stiver of the steven of contarianism engineered for walloped ringleaders of the renegades of heresiarch sedition in their odalisque oaths to Pagan dieties carved from the sapwood of gullible Illuminati naivety that professes allegiance to the worst whangam ever invented Baphomet and his faked cronies of ewnastique free-for-all diminutive crags in the renown of dawning light becoming cagey struthious structuralism embedded in sclerotic wasms of the wanhope of a nullified message becoming a sacred creed to the attentive while the lilt of the otiose drawl in serpentine convolution a ribald pleonasm of circular circumlocution that provides locomotive linearity rather than leapfrogged slogmarches into the province of the territorial alignment of kinship against the partisan hollertrap and the stigmatophilia of obsessive persnickety popinjay beadledom the last stronghold of the rickety resistence to this Saturday interregnum which presides over the better part of the intelligentsia if not the common pedestrian parlance because hortatory weights cannot be described in any other way than metagnostic flickers of Yellow Submarine vandalism of a pristine living animation of the humane spirit that prizes the plight of the poor and the blarney and blench of unjust opprobrium faced by the institutionalized bailiwick of flictions of gammadion gallionic posture when in fact they register as seismic entities engraved upon my Christian conscience that strictly welcomes the emigrants to truth from whatever consecrated virtue they originate from because all are capable of the same light and the same compassion of a beatified humanity rather than the relish of deep-state castophrenia which belies its own ribald gay mockery on live TV as not a single twinge of ****** attraction overtakes me in matriotic sardanapalian effrontery of a hollow but sadly hallowed vainglory of the hierodules that bury the coffers of patriotism in a sad LGBTQ graveyard of landmines that demonstrate a complete disregard of the nuclear family and should be decried as an outcry against redefined Christianity bolted to unshakable irrefragable beliefs in the constitution of man and women wed together in one monogamous flesh with the occasional cuddle of close tithes to the ******* of friendship as the slavery of sin in Leviticus 20:13 falls to the wayside because this patriotic lewdness is a vapid fatuous derangement that is a new low for the United States attempt to inoculate China from religious accord with the broader world and should be seen as a Chinese maskirovka worthy of the heaviest disdain and I will disavow America if it continues to bandy the tripwires of Chinese boondoggles under the American banner and pretend its pretense isn’t lagging under its own bletcherous abecedarian elementary fallacy of psychobabble oblivion of dark saturnine brusque termagants of tatterdemalion cloaks of the selfsame illusion of a desperation of China to wreck the United States economy and inseminate Florida, Arizona and Texas especially with the Coronavirus to swing the election in Biden’s favor with or without US Complicity to expedite the course of a virus which sees no resurgence in any other civilized country in the world while the heroic Russians, Germans, Israelis, French, British and true American Christians banish the barristers of bad taste as an acerbic poison on the wellsprings of a flagitious flag I would kneel for in the knells of disgrace if the pompous and completely inoculated missives of Buttigieg ******* continue to roam shepherded by deep state elitism to wreck the opportune moment of religious revival for petty reasons of chryselephantine gambit and gimcrack for institutionalized poverty which my ambition is to heal completely by sacerdotal deeds and consecrated prayers in the Lord whose peace surpasses the temporal despair of senectitude and comforts the grievances of the aggrieved because Galatians 6:7 is no more true than the fatuous display of muscular idiots waving American flags for turpitude rather than flogging very perverse Gay men in the streets which might be a more fitting outcome even though I must remove the plank in my own eyes first to see the irony of the detested. The doytin is no longer misguided by the nanciful derision of the vociferous clangor of the venal Gates mafia militia wrecking ball vaccination Bezos crew in Medina which is a mettle I can’t match when you own every citizen in the world in a few square miles of nesiote territory the denizens of conquest besieging religious sanctity with profane outbursts of corruptible linchpins on the public lynch of the strepsis of periblebsis that vitiates commonwealths of supreme sputtering regimented clairvoyant superlative alabaster wealth of the isangelous protectorate of the supreme God that supervises his careworn flock into the storge against the scourge of prosodemic stigma stained in bleeding heart liberal bathed tears of pseudoautochiria of Jim Morrison glaring in the face of the triads that Killed Him in the French Connection ******* of 71’ that outnumbered his hobohemia of loyal jewish bohemians livid in the rhapsody of nurture rather than enfeebled by the unfurled destiny of the Soul Kitchen he foresaw to his own pitiable demise at probably the hands of strangulation because no autopsy was performed. Although repetitive Transparent is a real anthem for oracular mystagogical transcendence a mandatory hymn for the ryseolagnus of the poetic verve of a new wave swooning the cordial progressive of atmospheric oneness with the primordial vine and the vintners that congregate on populated soil to feed a desolate destitution of synoecy or synaesthesis in the syncretic rhapsody of the subfocal ageotropic plenilune yet saturnine lugubrious toil of those that shovel through the albatross of ewnastique recapitulation to the same tired “Its got what plants crave, it’s got electrolytes” wernaggle of the hopelessly dismal inkburch of illiteracy crawling like a Hyacinth House on a vacant graveyard turf guarding the legionaires of rapid-fire zig-zags through a serpentine curvature of the ligaments of fabricated space warped through prismatic lenses of aperspectival time aspiring for ventriloquial enamored rapture upon Earthly parallax with tapestries of refulgent cascading wandering wonder that meditates its own lucubration with careworn tutelage against the wasms of dying oleaginous swelters of redshort opportunistic vultures swooping with Raven’s claws against the odometer of viewership surpassing records in unspeakable wisdom that crowds out the crambazzle toonardical wreffelaxity of the tiresome nuisance of ornery brawn muscled into a formidable triage in vengeance for Jim Morrison’s scripted eviction from Earth either by poisoned ****** or by  Asphyxiation by the French Connection avenging RFK and the cultural revolutions of 67’ in Haight Ashbury and the widespread percolation of treacheries fathomed to the most obvious degree in showmanship that it bristled as an affront so severe that even the patronage of Paris wasn’t immune to infiltration. His threnodies will always be sung with Triumph that the hallowed day of a monumental soul eluding the darkness of purgatory into the welcoming aborning light of the noontide progeny of eternal ataraxia awaited him in the stagecraft tub of blasphemy bellowing ratcheted warnings that not even the palatine grasp of a potentially divine being was inoculated from the deep dark chasm of nefarious skullduggery for boasting so widely and openly of his professed foresight to glamorous to be hidden as the beacon of virtuosity that galvanized a generation to flout the  futtocks of a keelhauled vision of sanitized purblind mortality that the fear of death rarely crossed the mind of the greatest fearless poet of an entire epoch that we may pray that Jim Morrison feasts in Heaven atoned for his sins and is at peace with God now. The substratose congeniality of marginalia on the outskirts of pederasty in cultural miscarriage owned by hierodules boundless in their lurid debaucheries that they might be remanded for being custodians of hostage to a prolific nescience  reaffirming their dying posture in the extinction of sardanapalian coverthrow of repcrevel camorras of ladronism and dacoitage always cauponate in imbibed throes of lewd AstroTurf outrecuidance glowering at sanctity with a bereaved psychobabble divorced from the purebred empiricism of true giants of industry that are almost insuperable in their extortion that their darkness in deeds of Kobe Bryants assassination do not go unpunished at least in Los Angeles. His untimely death as with many others registered on the Richter Scale because Come Clean perverts from Kansas City wanted San Francisco to win to clean the mops of janitorial revenge of the subturbary rickety foundations of a flailing moral compass so wicked in arbitrage that no subreption undetected would flourish among capernoited vigilantes of poached titanism and illuminism scarring the vestiges of enigmatic encroachment upon untouchables daring the frights of the Living Daylights of scurrilous rebukes so scathing in their menacing depiction of negligent bromides of token sacrilege and scarred sacrifice of a scarecrow example of how the prosodemic scourge of befuddled turgid pristine transmogrified heralds scampered away with pseudoautochiria that afflicted Jimi Hendrix suspiciously as well. My support is behind the justice warriors aggrieved by the Beirut explosion because they deserve a vindictive outcome that quells the quislings of atrocity of the popinjay beadledom of the unspeakable tremors of seismotic popples of unrest warranted in Lebanon the homeland of Keanu Reeves a saint among men for his peerless grace and agraceries of the smog of myth evanescence becoming perdurable swings of the humdingers of berated jaundice becoming the prerogative of the revenge of a city leveled to the ground by suspicious skullduggery and I am surprised they lay dormant for this long in their protracted grievance over the ghoulish frights of one of the most unheralded major events in recent memory. We need to highlight the plight of Lebanon so that world leaders are frightened even of intimidated people tranquilized by terror rather than enlivened by the propriety of redacted rejoinders that serve the ulterior mission of a Titanic bravery that never sinks beneath the sumptuary treacle of grombang grambazzle and supercherie of the supercalendar of poignant repined repose derailing an emolument to ecumenical solidarity. Lets highlight Lebanon as an inexcusable trespass worthy of some mighty reckoning if not a riveted war but at the very least a devastated twinge of outrage.

I will drag my knife along your skin,
sharp blade down into your fragile, shaking canvas,
incising an increasing beat of whimpers and whines.
Please hold still. I promise this will hurt.

I will expose your clattering bones,
rip out your chattering teeth,
erase every impugned utterance
you muttered against me.
I will carve my letters slowly
on your unzipped frame,
sliding the burgundy blood across to
blot
       clot
              dot.    

This is only preparation for what is about to follow.

I will puncture your throbbing organs,
slash your stretched cartilage
with an unwritten script.
Before I press further,
I’ll assure you, you are still alive.

I will twist each phrase,
haunt you to believe it is your fault,
force you to beg the slightest escape.
I will permanently etch my name
deep in the frozen chambers
of your quivering heart.

I will open up the blueprint as a demolition expert,
remove whole fractions of your fractured soul,
leave you a horrid wreck in the abyss
of a mess you just made.

You will not get rid of me,
though no trace of evidence is left behind.

My hands have been clean from the start.

I will drag my knife along your skin,
sharp blade down into your fragile, shaking canvas,
incising an increasing beat of whimpers and whines.
Please hold still. I promise this will hurt.

I will expose your clattering bones,
rip out your chattering teeth,
erase every impugned utterance
you muttered against me.
I will carve my letters slowly
on your unzipped frame,
sliding the burgundy blood across to
blot
       clot
              dot.    

This is only preparation for what is about to follow.

I will puncture your throbbing organs,
slash your stretched cartilage
with an unwritten script.
Before I press further,
I’ll assure you, you are still alive.

I will twist each phrase,
haunt you to believe it is your fault,
force you to beg the slightest escape.
I will permanently etch my name
deep in the frozen chambers
of your quivering heart.

I will open up the blueprint as a demolition expert,
remove whole fractions of your fractured soul,
leave you a horrid wreck in the abyss
of a mess you just made.

You will not get rid of me,
though no trace of evidence is left behind.

My hands have been clean from the start.

Blowing on her hair I thought I was finally in heaven,
a place that had always eluded me,
a place that would never accept me,

She smelled of lush, playful lavender,
she felt soft, soft like the petals of a crocus on the first day of spring,
and as I play with her hair I feel so secure,
so loved,
so blessed through all the pain I had caused,

As I kiss her I look into those grey eyes,
they scream for me to look past the beauty and let her in,
"I wish I could" I tell her, but she just smiles and presses her head into my chest,

Smelling that scent, so lovely, I begin to fall asleep,
embraced by only good dreams and beautiful sounds,
and so I rest on,
and on,
and on,
until I feel light and snap awake,

There she is,
across from me,
naked with shadows caressing her body in such a way that it haunts me to realize what had happened,
as something that was never mine to take, I snatched it from the grasps of her maker,
I am to be impugned,

But for now we dress,
her portrait in black and mine near the same

What the **** is Cuck?
It’s a brand new ***** word
If you’ve been called a cuck
You should know that you’ve been slurred

You may have come across it
While browsing the Interweb
And seen it used insultingly
When describing a Bush called Jeb

It’s short for the old word Cuckhold
But given a new spin
It’s used to insult someone who’s committed
the Political Correctness sin.

If I may be declarative,
The word is simply horrible,
Be ye liberal or conservative
I’d say it’s quite deplorable

The Donald is no cuck, for sure
When he utters dog whistles like this -
If he says “blood comes out of her ‘whatever’”
The true meaning you just can’t miss

Or when he said the Second Amendment People
Might take care of our dear Hillary
Of whom he impugned would eliminate guns
And promised that he would pillory

Apologies are for sissies
Don’t wait for a pivot or turn
Was it voter suppression that rigged the election?
One day, we may learn

Cuck is the word of the day
Like some chirp made by Pepe the Frog
A new epithet from the far alt-right
Who follow our new demagogue

Obstructing an investigation
Is really easier than one thinks.
Surround yourself with fawning fans
To help you work out all the kinks.

It helps if you can early on
Fire the head of the whole shebang,
And then sully his reputation
With every subsequent harangue.

Build distrust in the FBI
So when the people hear those initials,
They'll remember how you impugned
The credibility of law officials.

Spread the fear that a secret society,
Cleverly organized and malicious,
Is out to get you, even though
In reality, it's fictitious.

Let your "friends" in Congress create
Alternate scandals that detract
From your investigation, even
Though they are not based on fact.

A news station that has the least
Credibility helps a great deal--
One that pedals conspiracy theories
With unabashed passion and zeal.

Undermine investigative
Efforts by frequently causing confusion,
And then repeat ad nauseum
"No collusion! No collusion!"

Using some Stalinesque techniques
Helps your cause, and once you've begun,
The people, too, will call the media
Public enemy number one.

Having power will make you feel
That you possess unlimited choices.
If democracy gets in the way,
Keep on trying to quiet voices.

All of the strategies listed above--
If they're mercilessly applied--
Will come in handy, especially
If you have something to hide.

-by Bob B (1-25-18)

"When a man approaches you he must be consistent with his philosophy or else he'll be impugned by the high courts of his character."

But what if his philosphy is to be? Will they hold him?

"To be?"

Yes, to be.  To exist freely at the calling of his whims.

"Show me a man breathing that is free I will show you delusion at best or at worst deception."

To live in such a time where to err is a folly, how can this be?  How are we to exist if we do not have opportune to fail?  Risk-

"Is merely masked fear. We must learn to embrace the nature of all forms."

Privilege, has come of rage?
A succor, found bedlam...
Came and went, like an unified nation
Giving the truth, a bit of beauty's wisdom...

Guises in love, with a realm...
Of valor, the poise and waiting of simplicity
In the bells of the sky, a hunger, a health
Waiting on harmony's wish, a stir of implicitly...?

Harshness in a hash of destiny...
Set to reliant music, the toll of our secrets
Impugned totals, of decency come for a star's infinity...
Care is such; much of a timid could, asking about universal limits?

A light for synchronicity...
We wager is a scattered hope, the times to defeat devoidance
With the eyes, the purpose in love with a wakeful sleep...
Is reach in its fault, or its drama of poise that has avid chance?

Sweat of burden, instinct to liberate a hallowed shadow...?
In the decisions of ruling vice, with the grace of knowing meant
The voice of a proper patience, the tooth of remorse with ought's  how...
How is sincerity to avoid a clash, within the sphere of time and its letter?

Passion
In the stead we claim, is a reason to add the hill of pomposity
Quite an other; in the rage of seemliness was our only hope, integrity?
Of a quieter smile, in the name of entertaining a rational of reality?

Do we belong here, when the mind of antiquity was a revelation?
Like anarchy in succor's flames, a dragon of conscience
Has come of age, at whether liberty can be an intuition...
The power if not the privilege, of world's charm to imbue presence...

Angel's dancing on a pin...
Earthen stares, intellect forth a whisper of worth, no man
Without his eventual lip, is alone the works of redemption
In its way, is so, is go with a devoted **** of the fruit of the sun?

Stumbling into morning,
vague, unremarkable,
perhaps befitting a glance,
or a glancing blow to the jaw.

Stay cool in the thunder room,
soft pressures of mine
and mine alone,
impugned with the round
ticks
in a chipped cup
thick with lip
and quivers.

Vague, unremarkable,
perhaps befitting a glance
or a glancing blow to the jaw,
I must take that first uncertain
step into a quickening,
allow the hinge its creak,
allow the sun its stumbling gait,
that I, busted on the jagged even,
may return and find myself
vague, unremarkable -
alive.

A walk nowither in winter's wasted wood,
Finding a deep quarried chasm,
From whence I stood,
A raven suddenly alights from a stunted tree,
Over breathless edge, eye level with me,
Like a pyschopomp with much ensiled underneath,
***** the raven over a quarry that has long since ceased,
And as if those wings flapped off the dust,
Of the ensiled toy size trucks,
I began to look around, in the wasted wood surround,
Everything matched the chasm, in its strangled hue,
Even a derelict station wagon, and through its cracked rear view,
A television set, cooking wares--
Far from any path but perhaps are overgrown,
All reflected the sides of the chasm, even in their ghastly chrome,
Even the Knickerbockers in their amber glass of old.
This site had no Rhodenite,  that much sought Stone of Love,
No Roxbury Pudding nor Chocolate Garnet were among,
Only the Granite Moonlit Rose,
And all her blushing has succumbed.
So I took the lightless amber,
And threw it into the blank dumb deep,
" Who are you, what you cannot speak?"
I impugned and laughed off the quarry,
And continued on to leave,
And when I would have thought the glass hit bottom,
I felt tracked and not alone,
In the corner of my view,
With amber eyes now sunlit gold,
A fox, furred in granite, of the silver blue Breathless Rose.

Poison letter
From the stir in the years
We confused with an opus, a crucial identity
Come for anecdote, to warm a cheer that hears

Starts and stops
A willowy wind in the eaves
Sensitive and illustrated cope, the kind to serve ought
The need of simplicity for a charity, in which hearts never deceive

Aspire makes marriage a unity, like heroes of sanity
Blessings come in small ideas, to cherish
Cold shoulders with an order and a sake, know vanity
*** without a reason in the mere, is but a wish

Granted, not semblance of a meticulous land
But a fate with worse words, the total of ides judged
And impugned society, the decorum we hand
To the younger, has become ourselves, to a spirit hushed...

For observing silence is a reach for worth
To sit and become, the better of sanctimonious hysteria
And the open bother we gave to indecision for what occurs
And has a mind to say, at least the day is long in dilemmas...

Yet to be named, a rancor
Love professes and guests the idleness of a house
Built to last the oncoming truth, that we are who we serve
And who will begin the next day, with a droll answer to thou:

Penny lion, penny dying
Sour rapport in our *****, the tooth and the eye of a miracle
Sent to sweet courage, for a season of might to explain, what lying
Is to a lover of hope and charisma, is this side of exception, still...

Wasps...
Does beauty have your pity?
When following waters, for a moon that gasps...
The home of warmth, is a grave in it's city...

Berried of virtue, songs to delve
Worth the wink of silence, that came to relation
Form me the shadow of a world, we are to heal the self
When disparate friendships, show a secret their plan

Fun, is a sharing here say to sincerity's fruit
Notice the gain, the pain of choices in love
With a reaching soul, to liberate a few, the levity of who
Is a rage in conscience's face, and who is a swallow to us?

Handshakes put away, to name a child
For a realer nature, time to live and let live
The coping shall, we fame with a guidance through the wild
To a temple of substance and irony, that has a gift to give:

Your life, if not the simplicity of a reigning house
Set on your imagination's hill, an atrophy to dance
And dance, a world of time and the fate of when all is ours
The lights of introduction, have a ghost some call sides of defense

The fight lasts long enough, to see the sun...
Where we are; the health of romance, impugned
With the smile of harmony, a gravity of power's turning into fun
Again, the paces of perception in hindsight, that is no wound...

Play with me, until light's convene in the should...
Prowess of further pangs, for the food of acceptance, a moment
With the family of thought, that made us, a whole tear of could...
A child of resolve's seat, be a shape of a new star, that eats what it meant?

Without Measure

“Know your measure” — in the gray,
Gray as world — so dull, so small.
From their icons sulfur drips,
And the brazen rise, who brawl.

“Up” is DOWN — all lies, chimera,
Little sense to rot in line.
Scorn their “measure,” burn it clearer:
Only burning makes you shine.

If in fire of creation
You ignite and blaze away,
You won’t fester as damnation,
Only silence makes you clay.

Genocide has long been soaring,
Stupidity the law they preach.
Hammer, anvil — both imploring,
That’s the fate of those who reach.

So then strike without a measure:
Die, yet save your soul from chains,
Where new Pol Pots build their treasures,
Breeding lies in zoo-like plains.

Zoo — the world became its copy,
Stacked as “beast on beast” it stands:
Savage, wretched, bleak and sloppy,
Rotting under tyrant’s hands.



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Burn without measure —
Silence is rot.
Die for the Spirit,
Or live as a blot.

---

Up is down, their gods are lies —
Only fire makes you rise.

---

Hammer strikes, the truth is raw:
Burn — or rot beneath their law.

---

World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains, or be the feast.



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Only fire makes you rise —
Smash their lies, or burn alive!

---

World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains — or be the feast!



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The Quality of Assholehood

“Quality”? — It’s assholehood!
The fool just spits out trash.
The idiot in servitude
Swallows lies for cash.

“All is fine,” “progression,”
Stuffed into their pants.
Pressing lies’ obsession
Fuels the warlike dance.

Sharper than a launcher,
Propaganda roars:
Crowds enraged like vultures —
Thrown into the wars.

“Quality,” “health measures” —
Spells to keep you dumb.
CowID showed cattle’s treasures,
Truth as icy numb.

Only lies have “quality,”
Goebbels is outdone.
New deceit’s monstrosity
Chokes minds one by one.

Brains dissolved in masses,
Or is it just herds?
Vegetables with horns for “gods”
Bleating empty words.

“Quality” on farmland —
Newest narrative.
Putler’s fine, they’re all glad,
Idiots still live.



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“Quality” is **** in gold —
Cattle bought, and cattle sold.

---

Progress? Lies! A tyrant’s feast.
Wake — or die a branded beast.

---

Goebbels’ ghost is overrun —
Putler smiles — the herd is done.

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Health, “progress,” sacred chants —
Chains for slaves in cattle pants.



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So-Called “Patriotic Poems”

“At four years old we give the child a flag,
and he enters our processing,
which continues until his death.”
— Hermann Göring


A preschool girl in uniform,
Reciting “patriotic” verse —
That fascist sting becomes the norm,
The propaganda’s mad, perverse.

Its howling tide floods every mind,
Worse than gallows, worse than rope.
Drowning there, no soul you’ll find,
Death alone would give you hope.

Execution saves your soul,
But bowing down to slime — you’re lost.
Serving filth becomes the goal,
And damnation is the cost.

Goering, ******, Goebbels, all —
Have been surpassed with ease today.
Mindless masses heed the call
Of a counterfeit decay.

This rabble mirrors ******’s crowd,
But smaller, meaner, fouler spawn.
What remains of Spirit’s proud
Is chased away — defiled, withdrawn.

Until the soul is but a fly,
Buzzing over dung and waste,
Trampled, twisted, left to die,
All its honor laid to waste.



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A child with flag — a soul enslaved,
By lies of tyrants, darkly paved.

---

Better die upon the rope,
Than bow to filth and **** your hope.

---

Their “patriotism” reeks of war —
It’s fascism, rotten to the core.

---

Spirit’s gone — the herd obeys,
Buzzing flies on dung’s decay.



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Pain Management

Spread the pain of loss in layers,
Salt of life through even days.
Want to rise above the players?
Rule your fate — not pain’s decay.

Pain’s the core of all directing,
Far too much to bear alone.
Turn again, again, reflecting,
To the Heart — not to the throne.

Heart discerns the pain from falsehood,
Selfish roots of every fall.
Chains of ego, masks of false good,
Drag you downward most of all.

Shock is lethal — leads to breaking.
Learn to strip its mask away.
No, you won’t unmake their faking,
But who cares what herds obey?

In this upside-down world’s measure,
Keep the Heart’s clear wisdom whole.
End the fate that breeds displeasure,
If creation fuels your soul.

That alone is goal and meaning,
All the rest is empty sound.
Vermin grind their lies unceasing,
Killing herds that crowd around.

Vermin, herds — their pain is towering,
Once you see, you understand:
Only through creation’s flowering
Spirit breaks the iron hand.

Scrape the layers, fuel the fire,
Turn despair to gift, alive —
From infernal hell’s quagmire,
Comes the Heart’s fierce BREAKTHROUGH drive.



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Pain’s no prison — make it flame,
Turn despair to Will’s true name.

---

Scrape the wound, ignite the fire —
From the pit, break out, rise higher!

---

Only Heart can cut the chain —
Mind just multiplies the pain.

---

Vermin preach, the herds obey —
Create — or rot and fade away.



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The Kid Goat and the Digital Camp

There once was a cartoon, cheery,
Every beast was counted fast.
Panic swept them, dumb and weary,
But the numbers saved at last.

Counted — yes, that much is certain.
Saved? Of course not, don’t you see?
Digital camp locks the curtain,
Prison dressed as “security.”

Simple fools expect devotion,
CowID showed them the lie:
First cartoon prepared the notion —
Next time herds are tagged to die.

“Plagues” were drills, rehearsals, fiction,
Idiots convinced with ease.
Chewing lies without restriction,
Begging, “Master, feed us, please.”

Further grinding, harsher, faster,
Regression speeds its grim finesse.
World is sinking into *******
Depths of fraud and sham’s duress.



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Counted, tracked, a digital pen —
Prison hides the fool again.

---

Cartoons train the herd to kneel —
Feed the lies, forget what’s real.

---

CowID marks the weak, the blind —
The camp awaits, their souls confined.

---

World grows cruel, deceit runs deep —
Resist, create — don’t rot asleep.



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Clinging and Slaughter

"It’s not your self that binds you in Samsara, it’s clinging."
— Tilopa


Lies and horror — do you cling
To this filth? Go on, embrace!
With false hopes you’ll maul the mind,
Drive the last wit from its place.

That’s the outcome, clear and stark.
The world insane, almost all.
Satan reigns as god of dark,
Praises lies and pride’s cruel thrall.

You’re proud, you’re lazy, if you trust
The infernal, foul abyss.
The fool is lucky, first to lust
In this **** — the clown’s own bliss.

Only pigs enjoy their feed
Laid in dung, a simple chunk.
But you cling to bottom’s creed —
It’s called madhouse, foul and drunk.

Global madhouse, clinging, ******,
All consumed by its own rot.
It ends in slaughter — CowID shows,
Its plan partly, now you’ve got.

Further still, the chaos grows,
Most are victims here, it seems:
“Epidemics” stretch, war flows,
Triumph of vermin, crushing dreams.

Cling — and you’re a partner then
In fascist power, vile and sly.
Or simpler — just a wretched,
Pathetic, utterly doomed guy.



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Cling to filth — you feed the beast,
Join the slaughter, feast by feast.

---

World’s a madhouse, lies run free —
Cling, and you’re part of tyranny.

---

CowID shows the plan is done,
Cling — and you bow to every ****.

---

Pride and laziness enslave,
Cling, and you become the grave.



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Disposal of Fools

War approaches — and CowID,
The “country” crawls, half-dead in mind.
Two-thirds are fools — the mask shows it,
Is death the cure that fate designed?

The disposal drags on, long and cruel,
A year gone by — when comes the end?
Even hell’s veil lifts, breaking rule —
Apocalypse nears, no chance to mend.

Cataclysms blaze — the Sun grows bright,
Fascism shoves enema thought.
Fools receive them in their fright,
Countless, cruel, all carefully taught.

Cows ****, fools “accelerate,”
Multiplying CowID’s reign.
One enema — science will justify,
The crowd consumes it without strain.

Disposal of fools — the wise left thin,
What grows instead? Tyrant’s might.
Fascism shakes the corrupt world in,
Dragging all into trembling fright.

The remnants of the smart may last,
Darkness can’t reach them yet,
Cataclysm speeds — the die is cast,
And fascism’s folly will be met.



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Fools are counted, fools are fed,
Apocalypse marches — the smart aren’t dead.

---

CowID rules, the herd obeys,
Fascism thrives through endless craze.

---

Cataclysms blaze, the Sun grows bright,
Fools get enema, minds in fright.

---

Dispose the fools — the tyrants rise,
Only wisdom may survive their lies.



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The Carrot

How many times has Death passed me by?
Countless — the sum eludes my eyes.
Pseudo-life bent me low to try
To reach the “norm” — the very bottom’s lies.

Here the bottom is the “norm,” the ****
Rule the madhouse, global, vast.
But subtle Reason stands apart,
Those sane are rare, exceptions cast.

The madhouse aims to **** the soul,
If true, the world’s a sarcoma spread.
Only fools can claim a role —
Living here is living dead.

I’ll send pseudo-life to hell —
No more bending to their dung!
I turned my mind to guillotine,
The blade resides where it belongs.

Destroy your clinging to the pit —
All else is nonsense, all is taint.
Will you find “joy” in this? A trick!
The CARROT, gentlemen — quaint.

Not a carrot, but Pure Spirit’s light
If you’re illumined, take the stand —
You won’t die a dung-fly’s blight:
Resistance is the Law at hand.



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Bend no more to dung and lies,
Strike the pit — let spirit rise!

---

Pseudo-life be gone, I swear,
Carrot’s trick? Resist, beware!

---

Madhouse rules, fools crawl and rot,
Stand with Spirit — take your shot!

---

Death may pass, but I remain,
Pure will breaks the tyrant’s chain.



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Retribution

Nine lives a cat may hold?
But vermin poison, kittens fall
Like flies, their fate cruelly told —
****, your reckoning will call!

The fiend shall die, return no more
To human world’s deceitful throng.
Fiends belong in shadowed floor,
The Shadow World endures too long.

This world creeps back upon the Earth,
To idiots, rotten Satan’s king:
In forms diverse, insane, perverse,
They crown the filth, and praise the sting.

Decorate the rot, they’ll call
It holy — madness in their sight.
Uproot the stumps, sow something whole,
That’s the task the Cataclysm writes.

If fascism wins, the Light prevails,
Its power shatters dark’s disguise.
The Sun grows stronger, none assails —
Though ***** rage with angry eyes.

Intuition yet remains alive,
Stumps burn, the old decay removed.
When rot recedes, new grass will thrive,
And life restored, the world renewed.

The world’s decay — the kittens show,
In hell of evil, fools shall pay,
Blood and retribution flow,
For those who in the darkness stray.



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Vermin die, the cats survive,
Shadow world won’t hold the wise.

---

Rot decorated fools call “holy,”
Cataclysm strikes — the world turns solely.

---

Fascism falls, the Light prevails,
Kittens live while evil fails.

---

Stumps will burn, new grass will rise,
Blood for fools — the just despise.



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The Second Shameful War

It wasn’t folk, nor sacred fight,
But pitiless, rootless ****.
It set the white tribes alight,
For them, our blood was merely some.

White races stuck like bones to throat,
They crave biomass, a handful of fools.
Russians, Germans — nightmare they wrote,
They want only natives to fuel their tools.

Strike the best in the planned-up war,
Soon the hovels teem with filth and ****.
A world of fools, rotten core,
Where fascism turns all to dung.

Fascism — not just ******’s hand,
He’s but a puppet master shuffling the crowd.
The rabble, always ready to sell their land,
Will exterminate anew, unbowed.

Now this rabble dons a coat —
A teacher, doctor, all the same.
Ever ready, plotting note,
To finalize the dull world’s shame.

A world ruled by fascist lies,
Will be slain by fake-virus scourge.
Stupidity — the outcome’s prize
Of the next silent war’s dirge.

Poisons spread, weak and slow,
DDT and filth in tons were cast.
Not the pests, but humans to overthrow,
Brains poisoned, minds made vast.

From this wax, a camp can rise,
A digital hell, no guns required.
Masks on fools, amidst the cries,
Injecting death while panic’s fired.



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Strike the best, the fools remain,
Fascism thrives, the world in pain.

---

Poison brains, mold waxen men,
Digital camps will rise again.

---

Masks on fools, injections spread,
Panic fuels the living dead.

---

Stupidity rules, the rabble thrives,
Only Heart and Spirit survive.



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****

No trace of human form remains
In this valley long ago:
Centuries of hellish chains,
Endless suffering made man into **** below.

This **** spreads everywhere,
Destroying nature, soul, and sky.
Here total control is laid bare,
Not over men, but over all that lives by.

The few who dare to rise and fight
Can do no more than scattered spokes.
Like wheels unseen in endless night,
Their tiny sparks are all that hope evokes.

We are all guilty, each and all,
For breeding fools, for servile cheer,
For bending always at the call,
For pretending chains aren’t near.

We like the petty, tame, mundane —
The comfort of towns, the city’s cage.
We harbor grudges, feed the pain,
Mocking those who see the stage.

We cannot grasp that slavery here
Is long the core, the basic law.
Thus vulgarity spreads far and near,
And the world goes mad in awe.

Don’t claim the best have always known,
Fought to make a brighter day,
Refusing fate’s malicious tone —
Roses in a vat of ****, they say.

The threats unseen by all but few,
For in number lies the tyrant’s power.
“Big numbers” — all that counts for you,
The roses drowned in filth, they sour.

Even in nature, it occurs:
Where walruses dwell in polar night,
No flower grows on ice that blurs,
No garden thrives in barren blight.

The **** knows no such law,
Its scope unchallenged, wide and grim.
Animal order rules the psyche’s maw,
Humans rare — the rest are dim.

And when the cesspool finally dries,
The Sun asserts its might.
Hence the fight with fake-virus lies,
The **** trembles, shaken by the light.

The inhuman dread the coming end,
Hoping to cut down the herd of slaves.
They cannot hold them, cannot bend,
Too few subterranean caves.



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Man is ****, the fools abound,
Sun will rise, the truth is found.

---

Chains break, the cesspool dries,
**** trembles under brighter skies.

---

Few resist, the rest enslaved,
Animal order, minds depraved.

---

Roses drown in filth below,
Only Spirit makes them grow.



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Creativity

Creative souls are always trapped
In this corral of endless strife.
Like lice upon a platter snapped,
Their lives are trouble, pain, and knife.

Only corporations seem to make,
Their top is fraud, a killing art.
They crush the mind for profit’s sake,
Giant intellects torn apart.

They too will perish, slaves in hand,
Misfortune clings, no time for cheer.
Poets scribble for their own land,
Saving moments, mourning near.

Honest writers write in secret rooms,
If not traitors, if lines are strong.
Publications online — like tombs,
Without promotion, all goes wrong.

Few readers come, like birds in sky,
Only water, only air.
Composers laugh, the insects spy,
Worse than inquisitors’ cold stare.

This pest will **** all budding skill,
Fools embraced to choke the best.
Only ****** fascism will fulfill —
No jokes remain; war’s in full zest.

Wars to erase the mind in vice,
Battles to annihilate the soul.
Rise, talents, for the final fight,
Though small we are, the dark won’t toll.




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Creative minds rise, don’t kneel,
Darkness strikes — but we are steel.

---

Fools embraced, the pest prevails,
Yet Spirit fights, it never fails.

---

War to crush the mind and soul,
Talents, stand — reclaim control.

---

Corporations ****, the dark expands,
But we will rise with our own hands.



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Rowing, or Running the Global Madhouse

Bravo! Bravo!! We’re all right!!!
Row for yourself, be bold, take sway!
Better to act within the horde —
It’s easier, richer, this way.

Only the strong are truly right,
With wild pack we drag it all.
With howls, screams, insults, spite,
We force the weaker to our thrall.

We crave the show, the flashy guise,
Without it, **** is all we are.
In fear, in foolishness, in lies,
A stronger voice commands “get far!”

We tuck our tails and fade away,
For all the flash is done and spent.
At last, the truth we cast — and prey
On the weakest, for we are beastly bent.

Dullness, filth, the world obeys?
The inhuman rules; we are the mask.
The world beneath becomes a maze,
Where “above” is sold, a villainous task.

Only he who climbs will rise,
Escaping Hell in fleeting grace.
We’ll torment humans, wear their eyes,
No topic left, no hiding place.

Topics trickle down from high —
CowID reveals it all:
Today, they **** with lies,
While shame remains outside the hall.

We are the selling ******* here —
Judas seems a god to praise.
All else is jest, a trivial sneer,
Screens spew lies, the epilogue plays.

The epilogue will come at last —
The limit of decay draws near.
No hiding in the burrows past
For fools, the weak, the ones who fear.

The brave, the wise, the spiritual
Will find salvation in the end.
But for now the “supreme chief”
Is a selling idiot — world to bend.



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The strong take all, the weak obey,
In this madhouse, **** holds sway.

---

Show and flash, the fools all fall,
Only Spirit will outlast them all.

---

Lies **** fast, the coward hides,
Brave and wise will turn the tides.

---

Supreme chief? A selling clown,
The world decays while **** holds crown.



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Grotesque World

The “animator” went insane —
A grotesque world he drew:
If you’re not half-mad in that plane,
The grotesque will swallow you.

If you are sensitive, sincere,
Then trouble quickly comes your way:
Thick-skinned fools and demons near
Will feast on you, fresh prey today.

If too subtle, finely tuned,
Precise in thought, careful, shy,
The idiot and the rogue impugned
Will tear and trample — here you lie.

If spiritual — that’s never pardoned,
Your song is sung, and swiftly done.
All around, the wild absurd
Bears down — the fight’s begun.

Reject the filth? You’re insane,
They’ll shove you into madhouse walls.
Dare not be dumb? They chain your brain,
Against you here, the world enthralls.

Yet with your head, your Spirit rules,
You live despite the savage tide.
With Spirit’s flight, beyond these fools,
You may ascend, the path your guide.

The path is closed for paper flies,
Drawn and doomed, their fate is sealed.
Grotesque World ends — no compromise,
Reason gives way, Spirit wields.

Wings of Spirit — rise and soar!
The mad world dies — but you explore.



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Grotesque world will crush the sane,
Spirit flies where fools remain.

---

Sensitive, sincere — they’ll devour,
Only Spirit holds the power.

---

Reject the filth, they call you mad,
Rise with Spirit — never sad.

---

Paper flies die, the mad world ends,
Spirit’s wings — the path transcends.



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Disinfection of the Earth

Disinfection sweeps the land —
The whole Earth under the hand.
Though the inhuman prowls about,
The purge of lice will root them out.

All bipedal and horned will fall,
A New World waits for the call
Of those few for whom Spirit reigns,
Their reward beyond the chains.

To New Hell cast the vile and traitors,
It’s time for truth, not liars’ narrators.
No burrow deep, no underground city
Will save you from deception’s pity.

While fools still “slumber,” beasts dig unseen,
CowID kills with methods mean.
In those cities, little room remains,
For chosen slaves under propaganda’s chains.

Warmth comes, cows **** — the lies repeat,
Not the Sun, but deception’s heat.
All madness churned to stupefy,
To dull the mind and spirit high.

Total rot, corruption’s flow,
Repels the soul, makes spirits low.
But if in Spirit, unbowed, unbent,
They won’t evaporate your inner scent.

Only lice will face the purge,
The Light within will not submerge.
And all that’s vile, deformed, and crude
Burns away — Earth’s shame renewed.



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Disinfection sweeps the Earth,
Only Spirit survives its worth.

---

Fools and lice will face the flame,
The pure within stays free, untamed.

---

Vile and traitors cast to Hell,
Spirit rises — all else fell.

---

Madness churns, deception spreads,
Light within resists their threads.



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Imprisoned in the Hellish Realm

Futile labor,
Terrible cage.
All around lies —
Not world, but decay.

Madness, fear,
Corruption, shame.
Here “light” is Darkness,
And Mind is slain.

The soul of all?
Belongs to few!
The beasts succeed —
The mad bow to rue.

But to decay, decay —
They’ll burn this realm.
Will you escape captivity?
When the oath overwhelms:

One goal — to create,
Spirit your only guide.
You will live,
And to a New World

You may ascend.
It is possible…
But if like a mouse
You sit in NOTHING —

In the realm of nothing —
Then resign…
The fool’s path
Is only fear and pain.

And to New Hell
Then you’ll descend.
A traitor, a ****,
There you become a louse…

So many lice,
And for so long;
Sensitive humans —
Around, Hell, and Depth…



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Trapped in Hell, the world decays,
Only Spirit finds the ways.

---

Fools bow low, the mad prevail,
The brave create — they will not fail.

---

To nothing sunk? Resign, despair.
But Spirit flies beyond the snare.

---

Beasts succeed, the weak fall low,
Rise, create — escape the woe.



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Stocks of Fools

Here the industrial stocks of fools
Never run dry — a vile delight for inhuman tools.
No need for mere laborers, their gain,
The soulless beast brings them supreme reign.

And turning fools into creatures vile
Runs on industrial tracks all the while.
No more prisons, no more chains,
When propagandists are almost Goebbels’ clones again.

The fools themselves build the concentration camp,
Counting it as health protection’s lamp.
Yet lies today are sharp as fangs,
Patience in fools — like cows, it hangs.

The lies will **** them — just reward for the dumb,
Each still has a chance to see what’s to come.
The concentration camp is built… the Madhouse World —
Two-thirds are idiots, every boy and girl.

Each year grows dumber, dumber still,
Soullessness — a total, raging ill.
And lies grow stronger, bolder by the day,
While the wise become more useless in every way.



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Fools build their own concentration hell,
Lies grow sharper, but Spirit won’t quell.

---

Two-thirds are idiots in the Madhouse World,
Wise grow useless, as lies are hurled.

---

Industrial stocks of fools never end,
Only Spirit can break, ascend.

---

Soulless beasts and lies expand,
The wise survive — they take a stand.



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Day of Birth

The birth of the ego-cycle
Must be “celebrated” — not a mere birthday,
Humans just go by habit,
Traditions, rumors lead the way.

They strengthen the ego-cocoon,
Devouring murk and lies.
Fail to fortify — it’ll go wrong:
Rings of nonsense multiply and rise.

Nonsense loops, encased in shell —
A monster grows within;
Or simpler still — just a puppet,
Ruled by ghouls who feed on sin.



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Ego-cycle born — beware the lie,
Puppets ruled by ghouls will vie.

---

Cocooned in nonsense, monsters rise,
Only Spirit sees through their guise.

---

Tradition fools, the mind confined,
Break the shell, leave puppets behind.

---

Rings of madness choke the soul,
Fortify the self — regain control.



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Only a Fragment…

Intellect appears but a fragment of consciousness
If you are Human with God’s Spark.
The soul’s torment in Hell
Has lasted already an age, so dark.

Hence the shift of focus here
To pitiful, laughable mind,
Worthless without SPIRIT near —
Easy to fool, all truths confined.

And fool them they do, with brazen lies
Flooding this wretched little world.
Approach all things with wary eyes,
And make the vow you’ve sworn, unfurled:

To turn on intuition everywhere,
Seeking to keep all balances true.
Make such a simple tradition your prayer,
Or else you’ll vanish, swallowed by the slew

Of lies, destroying the Soul inside,
For deceit was made for just that end.
Listen only to yourself, abide —
All answers WITHIN. Let Spirit defend.

The triumph of vile beasts is only relative —
If Spirit guides you from the start,
You’ll defeat all devils bloodlessly,
For thoughts are NOT confined to your heart.

The brain is merely a receiver of signal —
This is how all is arranged,
Pick out the sting of brazen lies,
And trust all decisions only to yourself, unchanged.



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Intellect is just a shard,
Spirit leads — the devils are marred.

---

Flooded with lies, the world decays,
Trust your Spark — it lights the ways.

---

Brain’s a signal, not the mind,
All truth within yourself you’ll find.

---

Beasts may roar, the Soul stands free,
With Spirit guiding, you hold the key.




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Pancakes

Frauds and setups,
Tricks and deceit,
Here only **** is right,
And Moroka’s mist is complete.

Total lies. Fools so credulous — a fright:
Dull, they’ll swallow any filth in sight.

Yet genocide grows stronger still,
Fascism rages, cruel and ill:
Blow harder on the dull, they thrill,
For they love it when you strike at will.

Prospects shrouded in fog:
Corruption, fear, and stench,
Traitors eager, the vile hog
Rules the rotting trench.

This inhuman spawn of Evil,
Fascist minion, harsh and civil,
On fools he bakes pancakes —
From the wise, a dark reprisal.

But little gain awaits the plot —
Rotten Bedlam burns the lot,
By genocide’s sting, the mockery wrought,
A shadow of beasts, the world forgot.



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Fools devour filth, the **** holds sway,
But Spirit strikes — it burns decay.

---

Fascist minions bake the wise,
Yet Bedlam’s fire scorches lies.

---

Blows to fools, they cheer and crawl,
But Spirit’s wrath outlasts them all.

---

Fraud and filth may rule today,
The Spark within will light the way.



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In Whose Name?!!

“In whose name do the embezzlers
Run in crowds to be patriots?
In whose name, like riddles,
Must we write the truth?”
— Sasha Chyorny, In Whose Name?, 1910


In whose name did the embezzlers
Turn fascist? Traitor,
In whose name do they serve the ****?
Why here a “teacher” corruptor?

A corrupter of mind and talent
At the factory of slave-like blocks.
Why does the bureaucrat become
That wretched figure — the blasted one,

Who will answer for this genocide,
As the cop and the fake doctor too.
Why does SATAN mark the rogue
And… lift him upward? What good comes through?

Why bow to the *******?! —
It’s clear already, they are killing.
What’s the price of all those ****** jokes
By which Evil “reflects” its spilling?

The price is the Soul — resistance
Must be total. Hey! Where are you,
Skillful defiance? We reckon,
The song is sung…

In whose name do we reckon so?
In the name of fleeting SHAME
That remains… We **** the mind,
Sitting like mice in their holes.

In whose name did Sasha Chyorny
Not become a famous poet here?
He wasn’t needed by those hiding in holes…
So yes, indeed, the SONG IS SUNG…



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In Whose Name?

Embezzlers bow, the **** climb high —
Truth gets buried while the ******* lie.
Resistance dies in holes like mice,
And Evil sings: the song is spliced.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors crowned,
The sly ones rise while truth’s drowned.
Mice in holes, the clever resist,
Evil laughs — the song’s dismissed.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves ascend,
And to fascist ranks they bend?
In whose name do vermin serve,
And corrupt the minds they swerve?

Corruptors of talent and thought,
In factories of slaves they’re caught.
Officials play their sordid part,
While genocide tears the heart.

Why does Satan lift the knave,
While the liar and the wretch behave?
Why bow to *******, hand in glove,
When Evil clearly kills with love?

The price is Soul — resist, defy!
Where is the skill to fight, to try?
Or do we sit in mouse-like holes,
As shame devours our minds and souls?

In whose name did Sasha Black
Fail to rise on poet’s track?
Unneeded by those who hide in lairs —
The song is sung, the end declares.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors rise,
Truth buried deep beneath their lies.
Evil laughs, the clever flee,
Mice in holes, no soul is free.

Satan lifts the wretch on high,
Lies and killers reach the sky.
Bow to *******? Watch them ****,
Shame devours — the void is still.

The song is sung, the end is clear,
Resist, or perish in their sneer.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves turn fascist,
Traitors flock to serve the vile?
In whose name must truth be masked
As riddles twisted all the while?

A corrupter of minds and talent,
On the factory line of fools,
Bureaucrats, the wretched semblance,
Answering for genocide’s cruel rules.

Why does Satan mark the rogue,
And lift him to a higher seat?
Why bow to *******, blindly grog’d,
When Evil’s hand already beats?

What price for jokes so trite,
By which the dark pretends to play?
The soul must rise, must fight,
Or vanish in decay’s array.

In whose name do we sit like mice,
In burrows, killing thought with shame?
In whose name does Black’s pen suffice,
Unknown to fame, yet still aflame?

The song is sung, the deed is done,
Resist, or vanish under sun.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves turned fascists!
Traitors run!
Truth, a riddle
For none but the dumb.

Evil rises,
Satan marks,
Bowing to *******
Is death in the dark.

Soul must fight!
Mind must burn!
Sit like mice—
And the world will turn.

The song is sung,
The deed is done.
Rise, or vanish
Under the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to none,
Mind enslaved—soul must burn!
Rise, or rot beneath the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run, the soul must fight!
Bow not, rise now, ignite the night!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist—mind in chains,
Rise! Strike! Burn the lies’ remains!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to shame,
Souls for sale in a devil’s game,
Rise, strike, ignite—defy the flame!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run—strike, don’t kneel!
Burn the lies—let the soul feel!



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Fascist thieves run—burn the lies, awaken your soul!

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Burn liars, awaken souls!

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Strike lies, free the soul!

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No lies, only fire!

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Awaken! Burn the false!

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Smash the false, rise!

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Lie feeds death—fight!


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Shatter deceit, live free!

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Falsehood burns, spirit stands!

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Rise! No lies remain!



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Burn the Lies!

Rise, Unchained!

No Mercy for Falsehood!

Strike the Cowards!

Truth or Ashes!

Shatter the Chains!

Spirit Above All!

Fight the Void!

Crush Deception!

Light in Darkness!

Smash the Tyrants!

Expose the Rot!

Scorn the Cowards!

Rise Through Fire!

No Surrender!

Defy the False Gods!

Break the Chains of Lies!

Blood and Spirit!

Truth Is the Weapon!

End the Tyranny!

Fight with Fire!

Rise Against the Darkness!

Shout the Truth!

No Compromise with Evil!

Smite the Lies!

Stand Beyond Fear!

Spirit Unbroken!

Dare the Impossible!

Cleanse the Filth!

Forge the Light!

Burn the Cowards!

Shatter the Lies!

Rise Beyond the Filth!

Crush the False Gods!
No Mercy for the Corrupt!

Smite the Hypocrites!

Strike Through the Darkness!

Truth Above All!

Scorn the Weak!

Defy the Tyrants!

Light the Way, **** the Lies!

Blood for Truth!

Strike the Enemy of Mind!

Destroy the Puppet Masters!

Crush the Herd!

Exterminate the Blind!

Rise, Rebels of Spirit!

End the Hypocrisy!

**** the Deception!

Expose the Cowardice!

Strike the Corrupt!

Fight With Fire!

Break the Tyranny!

Smash the Lies!

Defy the False Orders!

Cleanse the World!

Strike Without Fear!

Expose the Traitors!

No Pity for the Wicked!

Rise Above the Herd!

Destroy the Chains of Ignorance!

Triumph of Spirit!

Crush the Liars!

Rise Above the Filth!

Strike the Hypocrites!

Smash the False Gods!

Smite the Deception!

**** the Lies!

Smash the Hypocrisy!

Expose the Cowards!

Smite the Traitors!

Expose the Puppets!

Break the Gates of Lies!

Rise from the Ashes!

Shatter the Shadows!

Defend the Spirit!

End the Reign of Filth!

No Chains on the Mind!

Reveal the Corruption!

Strike the False Saints!

Blood and Fire for the Truth!

Exile the Betrayers!

Unmask the Tyrants!

Destroy the Shadows of Lies!

Reclaim the Spirit!

Smash the Chains of Fear!

No Rest for the Wicked!

Rise Against the Rotten!

Exterminate Deception!

Shatter the False Thrones!

Strike with the Fire of Spirit!

Blood for the Unyielding!

Expose the Rot Within!

Rise Beyond the Corrupt!

No Fear in Truth!

Destroy the False Fronts!

Smite the Puppeteers!

Burn the Lies!

Rise Through Chaos!

Strike the Wicked!

Expose Their Deceit!

No Chains, Only Fire!

Crush the Rotten Herd!

Smash the False Masks!

Raise the Banner of Spirit!

Defy the Darkness!

Expose the Lies of Ages!

Strike with Justice!

Shatter the Chains of Oppression!

Rise Beyond the Shadows!

Blood for the Brave!

Destroy the False Order!

Unleash the Spirit!

Break the Walls of Lies!

Expose the Rotten Kings!

Rise Against the False Thrones!

Strike the Corruption!

No Mercy for the Deceivers!

Burn the False Wisdom!

Rise Through the Fire of Truth!

Crush the Weakness Within!

Smash the Gates of Darkness!

Unchain the Mind!

Expose the Puppets of Evil!

Strike the Shadows of Corruption!

Rise Above the Rot!

Blood and Spirit, Fire and Truth!



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M A N I F E S T O – The Cry of the Spirit

Rise, O Spirit!
Break the chains of fear, of lies, of tyranny.
The corrupt shall fall, their thrones crumble,
And darkness shall vanish before the light.

Awaken the hidden, the brave, the true!
Your mind is but a vessel — the Spirit is the master.
Listen inward, for all answers dwell within.
Deception and manipulation cannot bind you.

Strike the deceivers!
Expose the fraud, tear down the false kings,
Shatter oppression, purge the wicked.
The weak shall learn — only courage and integrity prevail.

Defend the innocent!
The captives of lies, the children of ignorance,
Shall rise, for truth is a flame that cannot be extinguished.
The liars, the tyrants, the vile profiteers —
Their power is temporary; the Spirit is eternal.

Illuminate the world!
Shine where shadows fester,
Reveal what was hidden,
Empower what was silenced,
Bring light to every corner of the earth.

Conquer the darkness!
Let deceit and corruption fall like ash.
The Spirit moves, and nothing can halt its path.
The chains of oppression break under its weight,
And all that was enslaved becomes free.

Rise against tyranny!
No more shall the clever cowards dominate,
No more shall the false guides lead the blind.
The mind shall awaken,
The soul shall reclaim its throne,
And the Spirit shall reign supreme.

Smash the lies!
Every deception, every lie, every manipulation
Shall shatter beneath the force of clarity.
The Spirit is sharper than any blade,
And truth is its eternal weapon.

Purify the land!
Sweep away the rot, the foulness, the decay,
Cleanse the earth of the poison of greed.
The Spirit’s light is the furnace that melts falsehoods,
Forging a world where the brave may thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Where others submit to fear and silence,
You will rise,
A beacon, a warrior of truth,
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory of the Spirit!
The tyrants fall, the liars crumble,
The weak awaken, the brave shine.
The Spirit prevails, the world is renewed,
And freedom, justice, and truth endure eternally.



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The Spirit’s Strike
Rise! Break the chains!
Fear and lies shall fall!

Awaken the hidden!
The Spirit rules, the mind obeys.
Truth lives within — deception dies.

Smash the deceivers!
Expose the frauds, shatter oppression!

Defend the innocent!
The weak rise, the brave endure.

Illuminate the shadows!
Reveal, empower, enlighten.

Conquer darkness!
Chains break, lies burn, evil collapses.

Rise against tyranny!
False guides fall, cowards crumble.

Strike the lies!
Truth is sharper than any blade.

Purify the land!
Sweep rot and greed away,
Forge a world where the brave thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory!
The tyrants fall, the weak awaken,
The Spirit reigns — eternal and free.



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Spirit Strike

Rise!
Break!
Chains!
Fall!
Fear!
Lies!
Die!

Awaken!
Hidd­en!
Spirit!
Rules!
Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!
Expose!
Oppression­!

Defend!
Innocent!
Weak!
Brave!
Endure!

Illuminate!
Shadows!
R­eveal!
Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer!
Darkness!
Chains!
Break!
Lie­s!
Burn!

Strike!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Crush!

Purify!
Land!
S­weep!
Rot!
Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!
Unyielding!
Uncompromisin­g!
Unstoppable!

Victory!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Weak!
Awaken!
Spirit!
Re­igns!
Free!



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Spirit Strike – Battle Pulse

Rise! Break!
Chains fall!
Fear die!
Lies burn!

Awaken! Hidden!
Spirit rules!
Mind obeys!

Smash fraud!
Expose oppression!

Defend! Innocent!
Weak? Brave! Endure!

Illuminate shadows!
Reveal! Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer darkness!
Break chains!
Lies burn!

Strike tyrants!
Cowards crush!

Purify land!
Sweep rot!
Greed away!

Stand spirit!
Unyielding! Uncompromising!
Unstoppable!

Victory! Tyrants fall!
Weak awaken!
Spirit reigns! Free!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Break!

Chains!
Fall!

Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Burn!

Awak­en!
Hidden!

Spirit!
Rules!

Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!

Expose!­
Oppression!

Defend!
Innocent!

Weak?
Brave!

Endure!
Strike!

I­lluminate!
Shadows!

Reveal!
Empower!

Conquer!
Darkness!

Break!­
Chains!

Strike!
Tyrants!

Crush!
Cowards!

Purify!
Land!

Sweep­!
Rot!

Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!

Unyielding!
Uncompromising!­

Unstoppable!
Victory!

Tyrants!
Fall!

Weak!
Awaken!

Spirit!
R­eigns!

Free!



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Spirit Strike – Core Blast

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!­
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Hidden!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys­!
Spirit!
Rules!

Weak!
Brave!
Fraud!
Break!

Dark!
Light!
Oppres­s!
Shatter!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Greed!
Gone!
Chaos!
­Tamed!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
D­ie!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!



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Spi­rit Strike

Rise! Smash! Burn! Fall!
Chains! Crush! Fear! Die!
Lies! Expose! Rot! Purge!
Awake! Strike! Reveal!

Mind! Obeys! Spirit! Rules!
Weak! Break! Brave! Stand!
Dark! Light! Shatter! Strike!
Tyrants! Fall! Cowards! Swept!

Fight! Endure! Power! Awaken!
Chains! Break! Darkness! Die!
Spirit! Reigns! Free! Alive!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!­
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys!
Spirit­!
Rules!

Weak!
Break!
Brave!
Stand!

Dark!
Light!
Shatter!
Strik­e!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!­

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
Die!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!