When your colon is swollen
Use a little milk of magnesia it will give you amnesia
To how sore your **** really is gonna be
Afterward's.

Oblatum - Magnus Volumine

John is defined in the Gospel of him as the disciple whom Jesus loved (cf. Jn 13:23). Thanks to the special signs of predilection that Jesus showed him at very significant moments in his life, John was closely linked to the History of Salvation. The first sign that showed him the great affection of Jesus was that he was called to be his disciple along with Andrew, Peter's brother, through John the Baptist who baptized in the Jordan River and of whom they were already disciples.. In fact, as Jesus passed by, the Baptist introduced him to him as "the Lamb of God" and they immediately followed him. John was so impressed by his personal encounter with Jesus that he never forgot that it was around four in the afternoon that Jesus invited them to follow him (cf. Jn 1:35-41). The second sign of predilection was having been a direct witness of some events in the life of Jesus, which he later reworked in the fourth gospel, in a theological way very different from the synoptic gospels (cf. Jn 21:24). And the third moment in which Jesus himself made him feel his friendship and his very particular brotherhood was when Jesus, about to give up his spirit (cf. Jn 19:30), wanted to associate it in a privileged way with the mystery of the Incarnation, expressly confiding it to his mother: "here is your son"; and expressly instructing his mother: "here is your mother." (cf. Jn 19:26-27).

The sources from which the data on John's life as an apostle, as an evangelist and as "adopted son" of Mary have been extracted do not always coincide. Some sources are more convergent and others are more dubious or apocryphal. From the gospels we know that together with his brother James - who will also be an apostle - the two were fishermen originally from Galilee, from an area of Lake Tiberias, and that together they were nicknamed "the sons of thunder" (cf. Mark 3:17). ). His father was Zebedee and his mother Salome. We find John in the narrow circle of the apostles who accompanied Jesus when he performed some of the most important "signs" (cf. Jn 2:11) of his progressive revelation as a type of Messiah very different from the one that the people of Israel was expected (Lk 9, 54-55). In fact, when Jesus resurrected Jairus' daughter (cf. Lk 8:51), when he was transfigured on Mount Tabor (cf. Lk 9:28), and during the agony in Gethsemane (cf. Mk 14:33), Jesus tried to make them understand that they had to transform their mentality linked to hope into a violent Messiah, similar to Elijah because, on the other hand, he was the beloved Son of the Father (cf. Lk 9:35), he was the Messiah come from the heaven to communicate divine life in abundance (cf. Jn 10:10), and that he was also going to suffer rejection and injustice from the religious leaders of his people (cf. Mt 16:21). In the Gospel of John, Jesus appears as the Teacher who also tries, in vain, to make the Jews understand the paradoxical logic of the Kingdom of God (cf. Jn 8, 13-59). His disciples, on his behalf, are invited to be born again (cf. Jn 3:1-21) to worship the Father in Spirit and Truth (cf. Jn 4:23-24); Jesus prays for them so that they remain united by divine Love (cf. Jn 17:21) and that they are fed by the Bread of Life (cf. Jn 6:35).

During the Last Supper, John had leaned on Jesus' chest and asked him: Lord, who is the one who is going to betray you? (cf. Jn 21:20). John was the only one of the apostles who accompanied Jesus to the foot of the Cross with Mary (cf. Jn 19, 26-27). John was the first to believe the announcement of the resurrection of Jesus made by Mary Magdalene (cf. Mt 28, 8): he ran quickly to the empty tomb and let Peter enter first to respect his precedence (cf. Jn 20, 1-8). Tradition adds that some years later he moved with Mary to Ephesus, from where he evangelized Asia Minor. It also appears that he suffered persecution from Domitian and that he was banished to the island of Patmos. Finally, thanks to the advent of Nerva as emperor, he (96-98) returned to Ephesus to finish his days there as an ultracentenarian, around the year 104.

The Gospel attributed to John was named after Origen. It has also been called the "Spiritual Gospel" or "Gospel of the Logos." His style and literary genre are full of "signs", symbols and figures that should not be interpreted literally. In the prologue of his gospel, John uses refined theological language to show how at the beginning of the New creation, in the New beginning the divine "Logos" already pre-existed; logos meaning the eternal creative Word of the Father, which was later translated into Latin as "Verbum". In the prologue of the fourth gospel Jesus is presented as the "Divine Word", the "Light of life" and "the pre-existing Wisdom of God" (cf. Jn 1:1-18). This gospel invites us to accept, through a faith full of amazement and gratitude, the surprising revelation that the Word of God, which no one had seen, became flesh and has made his home among his people. (cf. Jn 1:14). For this reason, the word "believe" is repeated almost 100 times, because God wants all men to be saved (cf. 1Tim 2:4) and to have abundant life through faith in Jesus Christ, God made flesh (cf. Jn 11, 25).

The Gospel of John also presents us in two very emblematic episodes the identity of Mary and the special relationship of John as her "adopted son" to her: at the wedding at Cana and at Calvary. In the narration of the sign of the water transformed into the new Wine during the wedding at Cana, Mary is shown to us as the powerful intercessor who anticipates the hour of Jesus' revelation to his People (cf. Jn 2:1- 12). On Calvary, at the moment of the glorification of Christ, Mary is presented as the Woman who is transformed into the New Eve or Mother of the disciples of her Son (cf. Jn 19:25-27). If we consider the close filial relationship between John and Mary, it is not difficult to imagine that the revelation of the figure of the Messiah in the Gospel of John has also been nourished by the direct testimony of Mary, since she, better than anyone else, in her last years of loneliness, he collected in his heart and in his memories the "signs", the "signs" and the words of life of Jesus. It is therefore conceivable that the unique experiences that she preserved in her memory, she later shared with the disciples of Jesus, and in particular with John. Therefore, it can be considered that Mary herself also progressively welcomed and interpreted in faith the revelation that the Son of her womb was at the same time the eternal Son of the Father, (cf. Jn 10:30), the only Bread. of life (cf. Jn 6:34), the Light of the world (cf. Jn 8:12), the Door (cf. Jn 10:7), the Good Shepherd (cf. Jn 10:11), the Resurrection and life (cf. Jn 11:24), the true Vine (cf. Jn 15:1) and the Way, the Truth and the Life (cf. Jn 14:6).

The three "letters" are attributed to the tradition of the disciples of John, which also have the flavor of brief homilies. The Apocalypse is a canonical book, recognized as inspired, that was born in the environments of the churches of the Johannine tradition that suffered the attacks of Gnostic doctrines. This, which is the last book of the Bible, uses a literary genre similar to that of some prophetic books of the Old Testament, such as the book of Daniel (cf. Dan 7), Ezekiel or Zechariah. The word apocalypse is the transcription of a Greek term that means revelation and not destruction, as is sometimes thought. John addresses seven letters to the seven churches (cf. Rev 1-3) to transmit to us, through very fascinating characters and symbols, a very concrete message of hope in which the slain Lamb (cf. Rev 5:12), i.e., Christ the Savior will triumph over all persecutions and oppositions of the forces of evil to the Kingdom of God and will make all things new. This will happen when God will establish his Kingdom of justice, love and peace at the end of time. In this book it is shown, with numerous and suggestive symbols, such as the seven seals (cf. Rev 6-8, 1), the seven trumpets (cf. Rev 8, 6-11, 19), the seven angels with the seven bowls (cf. Rev 15, 5-16, 21), the tiring path and the struggle that believers of all times have to face so that one day the building of the New Jerusalem will be carried out (cf. Rev 21-22), today we would say the Civilization of Love, brotherhood and care for life, when Jesus, the Alpha and Omega (cf. Rev 22:13), returns at the end of time. In this sense, the Apocalypse is also a prophetic book that interprets God's action in history, ensuring that the faithful and truthful Witness (cf. Rev 3:14) will return soon (cf. Rev 22:20) and will definitively conquer. to evil, pain, and death (cf. Rev 22:1-5).


Dedicavit

This manuscript is dedicated to Sauter Bernardino Edmundo Carreño Troncoso “ Primum Coniugem Alexandri Magnis ” of the first of the Gamelion of Dionysius of Leneo, to his Adelphos of Etrestles of Kalavrita, to Alexander III of Macedonia, known as Alexander the Great (July 21, 356 BC - June 10 or 11, 323 BC), Leonidas of Epirus, Lysimachus of Acarnania, Aristotle, Bucephalus, of the sixth of Hecatombeon, the month in which the Macedonians called him with the paelative Loios, the same day as the temple of Diana in Ephesus was burned; As Hegesias of Magnesia makes occasion for a presumption, Cassander, Ptolemy, and Hephaestion would become his lifelong companions and generals in his army. Callisthenes, another friend, was Aristotle's nephew. Dedicated to the dignity of Raeder of Kalymnos; son of Etrestles of Kalavrita, especially to Saint John the Apostle, distinguished relatives of the Transverse Valleys of Horcodndising and Sudpichi. Finally to my parents Luccica and Bernardolipo Monarchs of Horcondising. And all the characters who will live eternally in this colossal Magnus Volumine. “Gratias Ago Tibi Propter Heroismum Tuum Vernarth, Et Doce Nos Viam Messiae” Thank you for your heroism Vernarth, and teaching us the way of the Messiah!

“I must tell you of my great admiration for my steed Alikantus, with which I will come to visit you soon, also to Kanti who have been a great precursor to take you to Athens, Thessaly, Delphi and Lefkandi. You can see that Bucephalus has joined our fight; where the “Sons of Iaveh, have eyes like a flame of fire or Aish, and feet like to go burnishing the chaff of bronze towards Patmos”, which will instigate you for the contrition of Thyatira, under the trick of my Rabbi Saint John the Apostle”


Thyatira

City rebuilt at the beginning of the 3rd century BC. E.C. by Seleucus Nicátor, one of Alexander the Great's generals. It was located about 60 km from the Aegean coast, on the banks of a tributary of the Gediz (ancient Hermos River), in the western Asia Minor. The Christian congregation of Thyatira received a message written by the apostle John as revealed to them by the Lord Jesus Christ. (Revelation 1:11) “which said: I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last. Write in a book what you see, and send it to the seven churches that are in Asia: to Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia and Laodicea.

In this regard, the Lord declared in a reproving tone: “You tolerate that woman Jezebel, who calls herself a prophetess, and she teaches and leads my slaves astray to commit fornication and eat things sacrificed to idols.” This “woman” was probably named Jezebel because of her wicked behavior similar to that of Ahab's wife and her stubborn refusal to repent. However, it appears that only a minority of the members of the Thyatira congregation approved of this Jezebel influence, as the message continues to address “the rest of you who are in Thyatira, to all who do not have this teaching, to the very same ones who did not come to know the 'deep things of Satan'." (Revelation 2:18-29).

“ Children of Iaveh, you have “Eyes like a flame of fire or Aish, and feet like burnishing the chaff of bronze” toward Patmos that has freed me from your Xorki, how to say and what not to say to you; that my voice has stammered, making me feel that once I flee, I must adhere to the Eternal fire of the Mayim, children of Iaveh, the Mayim of Hydor and saint of water, the Windmill and its sad Myloi, fall on my face ”


Magnus Volumine I    


The Vernarth's intensification of this prosopography as Prosopography Magistri Militum Strategos Typology; he has used the raffle of a History it was not known but it is Vernarth now introduces in Historiography as an auxiliary. The methodological fragment could be torn apart from its screens of a mind enslaved to having to worship a cycle that condemns it to surrender to its loved ones leaving it at the same time to be sectored from a condemnation, to prostrate itself to an Eternal Life its images nor Masterful Words that would have to distinguish the parasciences from subdividing their corporality into thousands of Othónes or Screens, in order to be able to sustain themselves from others that do not compose the knowledge of what is not History; but rather that what happens typical of prosopography allows to obtain visibility regarding the different sectors of society, and the possibilities of their members to access positions of a present that never leaves the power of the Space of a Strategoi, as Time-Space at levels of superior Intelligence subject to mandates of divine Power that oscillates in a mental power of the Militum that coexists with the Community of the Strategos, creating the entire Quantum Band of the antiquity as an omnipresent being par excellence. When its ****** envelope is reflected in its Purgation, it will trigger a presence that governs itself and leads in the trend of a "Duoverse that will only be built in its Unique unity"... given the trend of all crowds that bustle beyond the mass of their Villas or Cities that they inhabit, creating sensations and an unreal genetic world even that amalgamates a large number of generations that only increases its demography based on the autarkic mandate of a history that goes back for not knowing what to imagine of the past and of a future without present that is sustained in a Spiritual Intelligence.

The sociological mutations will be circular, and the retrograde since the collective of images will exceed everything that is sustained on a material floor and therefore it denies that what develops in an empty heart will be a specialized material of a periodicity, that does not spare New Universes that a pillar or support be added that tends to calligraphy better where imagery could prevail all the limits of common language. The grammar of ancient Greece will defend periods that are neither static nor finite, leaving free space for words that are engulfed by vast seas of stagnant bibliographical records never known never written nor destined for a secular record. The Submythology Potential is provided by the entire Belt that surrounds from South America to the Mediterranean as an infinite cord of Eternity to re-hold itself in a matriarchy in the societies of the past to recognize, that femininity is the real genesis of research from where a frequent human origin proceeds, so this it is the transcended in the Universality that transcends in the investigation of the sphere of Unknown History; pretending its ligament of prosopography, and the vivifying instance of Submythology as a unifying entity to summarize the condition of Strategos/Magister Militum we have taken into consideration the situation of our utter information in this existing prosopography works. Parapsychology is subject to a dimension closely linked to non-reflection to even the Primordial Quantum to governs, and governs everything just as this Magnus Volumeni I tries to express the independence of all literary expression if it is about Vernarth, rather it is a documentary space.

Afterward six years of knowing and introducing myself to the area of   Technology, and the Science in the Tourism industry, I made my presentation at Macromedia University, Berlin-Germany. Through this university management I had the option of presenting my concept and avant-garde projects, which condescended me to get to know the E-Tourism Perspectives area of the University of Svizzera Italian-Ticino. This allowed me to meet and join an independent study challenge with the slogan of deriving a full range of analysis, and dedicated study Heritage Sites of UNESCO. All thanks to the agreement that consecrated me at the Pantheon-Sorbonne Université, specifically Maria Gravari-Barbas, Directore de la Chaire UNESCO, Culture, Tourisme / Lorenzo Cantoni, professor at USI Universitá della Svizzera Italiana.

The university has had here in South America, in Chile an intrepid collaborator who has tried to interpret the postulates of the Sciences of Humanity exposing the nature of preserving, and keep investigating everything in the lost history of Europe, which has great significance for Culture that has branched out through the Tourism Technology, and its Digital transformation for this purpose of understanding public life in dissimilar fields that are still hidden in intangible archives, which deduce important material of study in areas of Science, Philosophy, History, Politics, Geography, Jurisprudence that would add to the world of the conservation of the ancestral peoples with all its courageous identity of the Prosopography, and the archaeological demography.

The United Nations Educational, Scientific & Cultural Organization, known for short, as UNESCO is a specialized agency of the United Nations. It was founded on November 16, 1945 with the aim of contributing to peace and security in the world through education, science, culture and communications. The constitution signed that day entered into force on November 4, 1946 ratified by twenty countries. In 1958 its main headquarters were inaugurated, in the VII district of Paris. Its general director is Audrey Azoulay the specialization and search for Culture, Education and Science is a way of contributing to humanity, peacefully granting security through the entire International community for this reason we believe that this work fulfills that prerogative narrowing organically, as been always it is here with the multidimensional epic narrative that is broken down with the prose, and parapsychology other than is a field closely linked to the intrinsic link of all the treasure that has been transmitted for thousands of years, leaving before our expectation what its ruins and works have wanted to demonstrate with their laudable dedication foundations, and expansion of multiple Sites in their musings that have traveled the history of diction of the science of culture, information, communication to create knowledge that this still remains with our reality of society that has the pattern of explosive generation of the current one. One of Vernarth's is the most important premises to create the roots of systematic knowledge, that is to say to provide platforms for their family trees, prosopography and the art of writing Submythological Prose whose the objective tends to occupy the expanded universal literature that has advanced for thousands of years on the other hand, Submythology is free of format cancels many aspects of the temporary format, and creates a relationship link between the academic and the secular attracting infinities of Cultures, historical landmarks, hybridity of languages, and above all merging and re-transforming existences of the post-Classical period; where the source and personal question does not daunt the distances of the inheritable that distanced us by geological-Historical periods, rather it makes the viability of an unexplored field up to now as Vernarth is the granting a hierarchical international value that will retransmit knowledge and skills.

In this way, agglutinating ourselves in those interstices that are not visible, qualifyable or quantifiable, only have to materialize when patrimonial beings are chosen by others who are already hereditary of an industrious will it occupies the supports of a platform of earthly inheritance, and later disseminate it throughout different sectors of the field of knowledge and the research, connoting that there are many variables that could help us interpret the foundations of the UNESCO heritage, today are far removed from communities that want to invest time in inquiring more deeply about them. For this reason, Central and Eastern Europe is at the forefront of generating multi-channels that can ensure the treatment of technological routes or flourishing that want to be found again, such as the Qhapac Ñan, or perhaps the Jacobean Route, perhaps the Route from Patmos to Judah pointing to Vernarth by demonstrating that hindsight could be perfective when visualizing facts that were not witnessed or written as they should be, VG the return to Galilee of Saint John the Apostle in the Hegira to Judah, relegated to Greece by Emperor Domitian. The amendment of such a well-deserved return confirms the wait for an immortal being in the Eclectic Portal for three months, who will mean the ordinary that rises up from the phenomenal investing in roles that many times, as indicated by the dogma of the baptistery indicating that we can be saints and apostles to preserve the patrimonies to educate and retransmit values to follow.

Vernarth Trilogy II at its end, is reiterated in deliberating that this work never ends because each chapter of Paraps, inaugurates a new infinite regressive dimension as it is in the case of Poielipsis; as it is a liquefaction of the parameter of Poiere, and the inverted Apocalypse to make changes after personalities that manage to impact the successive episodes of alteration of Life periods, as in this case Vernarth when he was legitimized to assist Gaugamela by the god Spílaiaus to make the support to Alexander the Great not only for winning the battles but for saving and winning the souls of the fallen Hoplites, generating in them an idyllic prose that promotes and sublimates the possession of the principles of an Apocalypse, that suggests protecting those who should believe without pain of what will await them later for an indefinite death. The Souls of Trouvere will stand out with the bulwark of enthronement of the state of energy that would mobilize Charles the Great by taking him to the platform of conquest of Europe crowned as emperor by Pope Leo III taking the lessons strongly rooted, and letters that would subscribe the cheers where nothing dies in the center of its own fear, because that is where the edge of a sword loses its value that it cannot use the other as an arbitrary neologism of only reigning without the sacrifice that every regime bets on, including the crown when Charlemagne assumed his great legacy at twenty years after expiring later at seventy-two. This is where fears die, not being able to hope or convalesce in concepts of Energeia that vitally moved from the similar aspect to Alexander the Great in the same even numeral but thirty-two, and letters that would be signed by cheers where nothing dies in the center of its own fear because that is where the edge of a sword loses its value that it cannot use the other as an arbitrary neologism of only reigning without the sacrifice that every regime bets on, even the crown when Charlemagne assumed his great legacy at twenty after later expiring at seventy-two.

In another topic, Vernarth after witnessing Stratonice's intermission decides to run at her bare feet for those who banish with their needs on the parental scale of their range, succeeded by Energeia's need for the impudent sense of being enraptured in possibilities, here insulting also the principle of quantum science with the spin of subatomic particles, alembicated in the timeless particles that could leave out of the nucleus the proportion of rotation of time that could be found, and rooting of memories in rectilinear lines of the imperturbable Hellenic mental axis. One could also amend here all the licentious action of Seleucus by Stratonice when she splits the gross threshold of her son Antiochus, and Antigonus I Monophthalmos referring to the father Stratonice of Macedonia for never marrying her to Seleucus. All this generates the Epistle addressed to Vernarth to solve the strident and impalpable of the warlike Diadocos that greatly affected the female descendants, confining them to their domestic avatars in disloyal empires, where these vilifications devastate the imperial partiality through the centuries of an oppressive strength, and disagreement in their moral wrongs. From this quality the coordinate of the Souls of Trouvere that remains in the present, always allying themselves in saviors of oppressed and abandoned peoples who strive in the neologism of the Epsilon or Vernarth's fifth dimension, and not restrict themselves as Aristotle affirms, investigating the entity towards a mono-meaning in this causal of such an alpha that says the paradoxical demonstrating diversity of optics. Prior to this diatribe, Vernarth decides his naturalness that he decides to promote the Souls that are part of both topics to alleviate the potentialities of the acts that are apprehended in the light of genius that coexists with both. What he judged us in the unfolding of his entity and will deliver it by divine intelligence so as not to reduce the free power of the Epsilon that was extracted in the welcoming the presence of Stratonice on the (substitute scale of Vernarth's relativistic emotions). There are few seconds that can be extended more from a selective argument of tendencies in ex-sheets that could be attributed to dimensions of the period of Trouvere's souls, lacking stillness in simulated biological environments.

The dynamics of this Poielípsis is to adorn the Voielípsis as an analogous addition of quantum causality and timeless Christianity, since it supports a conjugate mix deified by Saint Thomas Aquinas heading towards the mainstay in the mega absorption of Christian Aristotelian ideals. The souls will be residents of the indeterminate spiritual mechanics to put effects of the incredulous versatility on themselves, in sub-aquatic depths that coexist with the geological structure of the cavern of Saint John Apostle more than sub-earthly concomitance under the same axial of geological sustaining coordinate. Namely; they will live together while the temple is established except three hundred, and eight meters from its antipode in the underwater base of Prophytis Ilías.

The upholstery of the Pithya Herophile attacks the subtending of the flying buttress that was supported by the cavities of the volcanic rocks of Patmos, indicating its agreement with the Souls due to the disoriented cognitive dissonance that was generating paradigms, which tracked the stones that formulated Aquarian sounds in their dominant tonality due to the minuscule machine of light, more distant in the incommensurability that evaded its eclipsed in the resplendent major note that became monarchical due to the hypotenuse of the rectangle in three subdominant angles. This means that the Sybille was in the high point of observing her premonitions towards the creation that was born from another end to end in the recycling of creation in the dim light of clarity of the destinations that were going to present themselves as a song of remembrance of the Poielipsis, venturing the new restart or attempt of the Delphic oracular. The songs remain in the spell, and in the banal desires that would harm a mortal that will expand to the hypotenuse or line of the sentence that marked a step impelling in the misgivings and forgiveness of the banner of risk. Santiago of Compostela was going to Stratonice with his inclinations, like a geometric racconto subduing the fears that slip through the veil of the dogma of the arch where no philosophy can look higher if it is not allowed, typical of vegetating or freeing oneself from what revives in fears that do not shed light on eternal life, perhaps of a the Matematikoi himself who doubts an Ad finitas basis, and who finds out without the limits leading Pythagoras to the ground handcuffed from Crotona, always ignorant of the linguistic power that urges to rewind the spheres that still weave crossed angles placing themselves in trial, and error when considering a non-renewable past the soul of the Poielípsis adopted a Pythagorean conception in the halters of livid legions of Orpheus, as if it were his consecrated to the hypogeum where the level was to stir the embankment that will merge with Zefian's Arrows.

A diminutive atonal music possible existed in the molecules, and in trigonometric periods in which the measures were united in time as a stationary whole vivifying a great variety of fractional numbers as souls of the same numeral that finally appear to be Pythagorean digits. Vernarth's military of Phalanxes in this epic made the crucial oblique moment to break Dario's troops like a dozen Elegy that was going to re-flower what he knew of his already sub-treated destinations, other than will only be souls tired of keeping themselves alive in their morbidity, and the dissociated causal of immortality that will distance itself from the prohibited abstinences in libertarian exercises of any counting that ponders on the coming etymology of the Vita Pythagorae on the couch of joy, and serving his doctrine that saves himself that will save us in the Messiah for those who in their souls do not have the sacrifice of a lamb that feeds, nor a base that goes ahead in the centuries grazing what no one was capable of. In the second triad of Apollo the oracle of Apollo with the Souls that reveal Charles the Great to be his favorite for the protectorate of Compostela, and his spiritual regency the invitation to Charlemagne breaks out from Aachen after 33 consecutive years in the sword dispute stating that the Saxons never complied with the treaties and signed surrenders. Charlemagne put himself at the head of his army on several occasions to fight with his sword against the Saxon danger, also entrusting the troops to the counts when other matters required his presence in the second concave wasteland, and the straight ascending of the Trouvere Souls crowning Charlemagne emperor of Rome and Francos chosen by Leo III, predicted by the Apostle Santiago in defensive pontifical struggles, and defenders of Christianity. In this paradigm there is a deceased seep through of an elusive world that was joining from here in the vein of Poielípsis for the sake of some eras that came from the mutes, and anonymity that augured to link them to know within their endless intrinsically organic movement, also as a diligent active cosmos of the discovery of the Jacobean route longing to be a better region than the Dodecanese merged by the twelve apostles, and now the brother of the son of Zebedee; Santiago, brother of Saint John the Apostle, ennobled in the 778 AD tying it to Hispania. In ****** and constant fighting, Charlemagne besieged the Saxons, he entered Hispania crossing the Pyrenees as an anticipation of the aforementioned the Jacobean Route, everything worsened in this way witnessing the subjugated places in the jurisdictions of the Trouvers who were Pythagoric elite of soldiers who they had be bilocated in this Christian Era, preceded by this perfidious Basque in the woods subsisting separated right here from the progenitors of the Trouvers, who claimed to be the strongest to pursue them to Pamplona with Charlemagne. Everyone was escaping from Islam, and not a few Christians resented this affront in the dynamics that will reveal the Songs of the French Deed.

This previous paragraph exhibits the eloquence of how the interlining that Vernarth had to create a Brotherhood Code called "Raedus Codex" for the high nomination polished in the Infant Raeder as a twitch of the sacrifice of his young soul, who fought battles in pursuit of defenses pure and free with the freshly grown grass of the spring of the world in Genesis. The Souls in Trilogy III will be the compendium of the Codices that will enter the Wind Tunnel what will be governed by the warm Meltemi wind, and swirled by the winds of Eolonymy, ascending all those who should be admitted and not purging those in between who they enjoyed a pre-Christian heritage citing Pythagorean antiquity behind those who must have dressed it up as a Codex Calixtinus. From this arrangement Charlemagne will drive souls with antiphons, the Apostle Santiago will come lacerated to meet his brother Saint John the Apostle, his barge will be abandoned in the Strait of Gibraltar and then arrive at Santiago of Compostela from here he will make tributes of name to ascend to Patmos. Just as the end of Vernarth's Trilogy II is faithfully transcribed, also Stratonice, the Hexagonal Primogeniture, Alexander the Great, King David Elias, Malachi, Isaiah and all the acquirer flashed in Raeder and his Pelican Petrobus, as self-sustaining defenders of the Infantile Fantasies that they continued in this complex work after a finding that fed them up in Vernarth as well as everything related to their release and investiture to say that all roads lead to Patmos, as Locus Sanctus of all the shepherds who heal their sheep that do not belong to others that are populated with white souls, for the good of other shells 308 meters below the Prophytis Ilias with the consent of Stratonice who would be arriving in Macedonia where the pass of the centuries they would tell them about the Jacobean Route instructed in confrontations, and concordances with the airons of the Trouvere protected by a rectangle of three Pythagorean subdominant angles in dissipated darkness of the golden astrological ambiguity of Theoskepasti of the meridian of the Kimolos. He will go away saying explicitly that the darkness became visible mists where there was nothing to hide from Psathi Roadstead in Kimolos, until reaching the Agia or the Chapel of Theoskepasti that would become visible for the phenomenon of Faith, alluding to a portentous desire that everything was tied to the same sense of compression of which the image or sound of the creation at times to became invisible but precisely understandable, as it was when imagining palpable the reality of what allows the human eye to feel for an instant that everything is real imperceptible, more present of all what can be detected by superior senses more than humans, giving way next to the Raedus Codex more present of all what can be detected by superior senses more than humans.

From Ios or Nios, bordering on Psathi, the Trilogy is unleashed when the association of all the spaced Cyclades of Vernarth will come to every equinox to shine the careful nap of the villagers of the Cyclades, close to the torpor of Thira. It will raise each Hoplite that from the point of Nios drags them with its abandoned body that could never receive the roads that led to Chora in infinitesimal distances and in white spots of all the Cycladic ghosts, who try to exalt themselves and assimilate to the villagers of Psathi.

According to Plutarch, the name Ios or Nios is believed to derive from the ancient Greek word for the violets "Ία" (Ia) because they were commonly found on the island, and is the most accepted etymology. It is also postulated that the name is derived from the Phoenician word iion, which means, "pile of stones". It was called "Φοινίκη" (Phiniki) named after the Phoenicians in the 3rd century when the island joined the League of Islanders it was probably temporarily called Arsinoe after the wife of Ptolemy II. Today the inhabitants of the Cycladic Islands call Nio Island a name derived from the Byzantine era. The name Little Malta, found in traveler's texts during Ottoman rule, is related to the permanent presence of pirates on the island of Latin-script languages.

Kidnapped from the holy,
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The taste left by the bitterness of anger
unlike that which is caused by over-indulgence
cannot be forced away by milk of magnesia
but by humility, understanding and forgiveness.

Oft times it is humility which leads to
a thoughtful understanding which in turn promotes
feelings of forgiveness that are quietly kept
but which serve as unspoken personal antidotes.

But what elation when normal calmness returns
to fill the soul with so much joy and peace
If anger serves to do nought else – then appreciate
that pleasantry which follows the ire’s release.

©Joe Wilson – I was angry, but it passed 2014

it says that most people are aware of the dangers of sunbathing

and that it is another adjective.



we had some of those yesterday.       plain words affect me deeply.



in the btahroom there is a book about womens’ health and beauty.

chapters on skin care from years ago before the war,   the second.



paragraphs on the dangers of being tanned, it says it looks common

like a working person  out of doors.                                  things change.



the book remains

in the bathroom.



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in England in 1000  years - but if not ...

Baptism of the Half-Dead World

Now with a “crimson cross” they brand
In sects of Lies and Disease.
Darkness is tightening its hand,
No room for Spirit or Mind’s release.

Soulless creatures swarm the land,
Majority, blind and grim.
Fog of delusion, thick and grand—
More of this madhouse, dim!

This yellow asylum is worldwide,
On yellow walls paint crosses fast.
A meek debility sanctified,
New “normal” crowned at last.

Yet this World Leprosarium soon
Will burn for the filth it’s fed.
Wise one, beware—your doom is the tune:
Genocide strikes ahead.

A madhouse, like Russian roulette,
This poison keeps spinning through.
Fifteen percent hit targets and yet
The cycle repeats on cue.

The task is simple: all will be slain.
One catch: the sect BELIEVES.
And ******* lie stronger, violence reigns,
Forgetting is what it weaves.

Fascism grows, more brutal, more raw—
And whining will not defend.
Only in unions, communes, law
Of brotherhood can we mend.

Free energies hidden away,
Discoveries locked from sight.
But powers to save are here today—
Rise up, if your soul burns bright!

Reason must rally, build anew,
A world that is truly our own.
Or sink with the mad, the faithless crew,
Into NOTHING, cold as stone.



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Rise, or be drowned in their pit of lies —
The madhouse burns, the fascist thrives.
Unite, create, let a new world rise,
Or vanish to NOTHING, where nothing survives.



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Final Warning

Bow to their madhouse, rot with the herd —
Or rise like fire, and burn their absurd.



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“Models” and Their Goals

"No birth, no death, no first, no last,
No sameness, no difference vast.
Nothing begins, and nothing decays —
Thus Nāgārjuna says.

"Ask if the electron is fixed in place —
The answer is no.
Ask if it changes, in time or in space —
Again, it is no.
Ask if it moves, or if it stands still —
The answer is no, as it always will."
— J. Robert Oppenheimer


Models and tales of the “world’s design,”
Theories twisted to fit the Line —
By orders, by vanity, by fraud’s demand,
Fit only to flush, like filth unmanned.

Some parts of physics, math, are straight,
But much is corruption, lies of the State.
Don’t trust the degrees that the fools parade,
Their ranks are swollen, their truth betrayed.

When trapped in a system of lies, you’ll see:
Either lie with the herd — or go to hell free.
Grants will dictate what “themes” to explore,
But who truly needs it? You’ll learn what for.

Applied pursuits, though narrow, confined,
Make no great claims, they comfort the mind.
But cloaked beneath their familiar bread,
Lurks dogma imposed, infection spread.

The beasts manipulate Reason’s spark,
Physicists kept for the bombs and the dark.
Mathematicians too find their role:
Their tools a dagger for science’s soul.

With skimpy samples, a formula spun,
Statistics twisted — deception begun.
“Proven!” they shout, for profit’s gain,
A brazen lie “in sensation plain.”

What’s honest lies close to mystic fire.
But strip out Spirit — and truth will expire.
Without it, you’re docile, a witless pawn,
Enslaved by monsters, your freedom gone.

Hence comes “education” for all the land,
Turning each mind to a hollow brand.
A torture of Spirit, of Reason’s seed,
Till Pure Soul is murdered by matter’s creed.



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Their “models” are prisons, their “truth” a disguise,
A dagger of numbers, statistics of lies.
**** Spirit with matter — that’s their grand plan,
But the fire of Truth still burns in Man.



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The Yoke of False Knowledge

Your Primal Essence lies before
The fragile tricks of mind and lore.
The mind’s just “survival,” a compass to steer
Through mountains of filth they’ve piled for years.

For ages they’ve shoveled, and chanted their creed:
“This is the world, obey, take heed.”
Thus all became fools, in a carnival grim,
A shooting range for the debiloid whim.

That Essence they target, to strip it away,
To turn you soulless, their beast of clay.
So mind they must crush, suppress, condemn —
For a Pure Mind pierces the trick in them.

That moment of splitting, sharp and clear,
When “objectification” cuts severe —
Only a fool forgets that line,
Or else the Spirit is slain in time.

The horned deceiver knows the game,
He casts his glamour, spreads his shame.
Remember the moment before his chain,
Before you were fodder for ghoulish gain.

Harsh truth: you’re a “creature” here below
If you let those dividing moments go.
But joy is the strength of turning back,
Where hidden is Power the cowards lack.

There lies the clarity, raw, untamed —
March boldly there, burn lies inflamed!
The fog you served will rot and fall,
I’m sick of the masks, the faces — all.

And so this road is not so grim:
It’s like escaping monsters dim,
When by mistake you stumble near
Their wretched brothel of hate and fear.



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Their “knowledge” is chains, their logic a lie —
It kills the Spirit, it makes you comply.
Break back to the Source, let falsehoods fall —
Or rot as a beast in their madhouse stall.



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Beads for the Savages

The zombie-box, like beads of glass,
Is thrown to savages, dumb en masse.
“Listen closely, obey, endure,
Believe the fables — they’ll make you sure.”

And so in madness the people drown,
A conquered herd in a looted town.
Children are tribute, a ****** wage,
Thrown to the beasts in their savage rage.

The zombie-box is their priest and chief,
Opening doors of nations in grief.
It leads the herd to slaughter’s gate,
The savages cheer — “It cares for our fate!”

Each tamed barbarian thinks of his skin,
Frighten him, tempt him — the frauds will win.
Promise him wonders, a healing hand,
And all will bow to the “Red Cross” brand.

But the fragile thread of those beads will snap,
And all the ******* will meet their trap.
For even the savages, blind and lame,
Have turned to cattle, enslaved by shame.

When sunlight flares, the box will fall,
The camp will burn, consuming all.
Since hell is here, and almost each face
Is marked as vile in this cursed place.

Then new “beads” will circle the Earth,
Cataclysms strung for a second birth.
But till that comes, keep swallowing lies,
If you’re an idiot, dumb and wise.

To “string” disasters is fate’s decree,
To cleanse the Earth of stupidity.



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Zombie-box beads on a coward’s throat —
It drags the herd to the slaughter boat.
Burn the lies, let the cattle fall —
Or be the next bead, strung for all.



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With a Fiery “Greeting”…

A fool invents some “theory” new,
His peers all mock it through and through.
But some vile beast finds profit there,
And pressmen sell it everywhere.

The scandal grows, the noise takes flight,
And dung becomes “the truth” outright.
They shove the lie with zealous hands,
Till filth grows vast across the lands.

Then “schools of thought” will soon appear,
Devoted crowds in wagon-loads near.
While critics strike but rarely, thin —
For wise men are chased from within.

False AIDS was attacked by the lucid few —
And where are they now? In hiding too.
While ******* “prove” what fascists need,
And madness spreads its poisoned creed.

For lies are no trifle, nor passing breath,
But total disease, a march of death.
In this deranged, obedient sphere,
A servile ****** earns honor here.

They preach and spread their heretic rot,
Mountains of lies where truth is not.
And grinning fiends already compose
For humankind its final prose.

“Theories” will grant them their defense —
But who still doubts their foul pretense?
On lands of inhuman beasts you dwell,
A flood of word-excrement to sell.

So trust not lies — seek answers true,
That’s why sharp mind and instinct grew.
For here, most live “with FIERY greeting!”
No nations remain, no people meeting.

The legacy of satan’s scheme,
A ***** born of darkness’ dream.
The world’s a cage of fascist night,
The Earth itself a prison-site.

Yet walls will crumble, rot will fall,
The filth entombed beneath it all.
For when betrayal is breath, not deed,
And every soul learns well — to lie, to bleed.



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The world is dung, lies rule the air,
Fiery greetings spread despair.
Break the chains, let truth ignite —
Or rot in their prison of endless night.



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Candidates and Degenerates

Once there were candidates —
With conscience lightly stirred.
Now they’re degenerates:
A spiral of decay inferred.

All is touched by this vile pack,
Servants of inhuman might.
Fascism dressed as “care” attacks,
Lying of viruses in the night.

The “healers” are off the scale,
You could call them executioners true.
And fools? It’s easy, without fail,
To **** them all in one cruel queue.

Inject them with some filthy brew —
The ******* know its deadly art.
Cops and spies in forty-one too,
Found such poison a pleasant part.

Those cops were sheep before the fiends
They called “doctors,” cruel and sly.
The inhuman always nets their means,
No conscience there, no reason why.

Souls are slain by these muzzled fiends,
Filth in vials, psychic attacks.
The zombie-box wails, the darkness leans,
Hell on Earth will never relax.

The ******* miscalculated soon —
Death, the best healer, will take its course.
It will cleanse the world, harsh as a monsoon,
From all the rot, with ultimate force.

The Earth now groans beneath their hand,
The sun will help restore the land.
No jokes remain — all will be held to account,
For the crimes that made existence mount.

A candidate for annihilation now,
A “doctor” in the court of shame.
This is the cost of degradation,
And slavish bowing to evil’s name.



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Degenerates preach while the Earth bleeds red,
Filth in their vials, the living dead.
Death is the healer that soon will rise —
To cleanse the world and burn their lies.



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Little Minds and Their Deeds

Pitiful minds, desires of beasts,
Vile little deeds — not life, but feasts
Of misery, filth, and hollow play,
No virtue left, just foul decay.

Their world is darkness, fascism, genocide,
No vice is needed where Reason hides.
Only lies and lies — total, insane,
Yet wounds in the soul? They leave none, in vain.

With shriveled souls, they must consume,
And in that lie, their victims meet their doom.
Monsters fall easiest to deceit,
And fools are killed by needle’s feat.

No grand destruction, no massive loss,
War for past generations is their cross.
They lie today, and in that lies their ****,
A madhouse rules, the world’s sickened still.

******-beasts obey the inhuman hand,
Fascist minions spread across the land.
Orders unified — genocide complete,
“Plagues” invented, poisons meet.

You’ll die by that venom, or rot in chains,
If you did not become a fiend in their games.
Satan’s world, a wretched, pitiful sphere,
Burn it all — the judgment is near.

Burn it! Only the few survive,
Souls who soar, alive and alive.
Like birds they rise, untouched by lies,
For only with Spirit the soul flies.



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Lies rule the world, the beasts obey,
Venom and needles **** every day.
Burn the wretched sphere — only souls will rise,
Free like birds, beyond their lies.



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Fascist Hell

A worm gnaws at the mind,
Filth pours from the vile.
The worm — called “education” —
Turns all to idiot style.

The ******* spread propaganda,
Lies fierce enough to chill.
“Life” is blocked everywhere,
The camp — the only way, the ****.

They betray as they breathe,
They **** without shame,
Injecting poisons,
Norms used only for their game.

Foolish little humans,
Fascism reigns severe:
Books poisoned, water, food,
And idiocy cultivated here.

Like crops in the soil,
They grow lies and venom fast.
New world orders —
A global Anschluss cast.

All countries are fake,
Fascism crushes the herd.
No people — just sheep,
Down it all rolls, absurd.

“Viruses” of sheep,
Cunning poisons, vile brew.
Every mind wounded —
Darkness attacks what’s true.

In a world of idiots,
It’s crucial to die with honor.
This black hell must be despised,
If your soul you wish to garner.

Despise, without decay —
Thus the soul survives.
Awaken from false hope —
Or vanish, where nothing thrives.

Do what you can —
Always fight against the Evil.
Destroy the small, the vile, the base —
Then your life will not be futile.



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Fascist lies poison every stream,
Darkness gnaws at every dream.
Fight the Evil, strike what’s vile —
Then you will live, and death won’t smile.



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Clearing the Mind

Having unlearned all,
And sent every lie to the bin,
You’ll leave the “majority” behind.
Awareness will be your skin.

The majority is always dull,
While the traitor leads, shamanic, cruel.
A stronghold of fascist might,
Everywhere darkness clouds the sight.

Logic is blind, aged, confined —
Its limits shout to all mankind.
The world’s burrow — a rabbit hole,
Rot and decay consuming the soul.

This little world — a shameful hell,
Genocide spreads where the weak dwell.
The pierced fool rejoices, blind,
Killed by bold lies, his spirit confined.

Primitive mechanism —
Fascism designed this scheme:
A world of fools, production line,
Where ignorance reigns supreme.

Long obsessed, the tyrant knows,
A fool makes the perfect slave.
Filth of schools, colleges impose,
Weakening Spirit, minds enslave.

Pure Spirit choked by material chains,
A veil is cast, a mental bane.
And fascism drags the foolish world
Down to depths where madness is hurled.

“To be or not” — a rotten lie,
Dualities as prisons pry.
Multiply the primitive, and soon
A train of minds is killed too soon.

After us, a flood may rise —
The consequence of such vile lies.
The false scholar acts like a priest,
While the spiritual voice is deceased.

That flood now comes —
To destroy this hell,
The time has come. Stop the mad,
Or humans rot as beasts as well.

So work, fight, cast out fear,
Save your soul, keep it clear.
Awaken from all nagging lies,
Sweep your mind, and realize:

Inside yourself, extract the core —
That is the Soul, nothing more.
All else is muck, unworthy, vain,
Not for you, nor your domain.



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Clear your mind, cast lies away,
Fight the Evil, seize the day.
Sweep the muck, let Spirit rise —
The soul survives where falsehood dies.



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Cabinets of Curiosities

Strung upon the “axis of Earth,”
Violence, darkness, sabotage birth
The Spirit’s moves. A global war
Is waged by lies, deceit galore.

Filth of inhuman kind runs rife —
They seek to turn all into cattle-life.
Dull fools are the majority here,
******-beasts represented clear.

To the camp — the zombie-box “heals”
Fools of illnesses fiction conceals.
Hell on Earth is already near,
Humans like microbes, poisoned by fear.

Dust, and lies — the same vile brew,
Total, repulsive, corrupting through.
The wise are scarce; a fool’s embrace
Will make you spit, yet hit his face.

Wherever you look — decay prevails,
Step anywhere — the filth assails.
Wherever you glance — the soul is slain,
Betrayal, fear, and endless pain.

The few with reason merely prattle,
While the world descends into battle.
From dust to dust, fools link to fools,
Fascist strength grows, breaking all rules.

Time is short — the rotten madhouse burns,
The sun strikes like a sting, and turns
Bedlam to ash. But later rise
New people with reason in their eyes.

When **** rules ****, and nations are gone,
Only circuses, cabinets of wrong,
A parade of monsters, demons, lies —
The wise confined, the world must rise.

Burn it all, the madhouse, the ****,
Let fire cleanse, let chaos drum.
Where reason lives, and virtue stands,
Only then rebuild with human hands.



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Circuses, demons, lies all around,
The zombie-box rules, fools abound.
Burn the madhouse, scorch the ****,
Let reason rise — the soul’s not numb.



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Boundaries of “Normality”

The borders of “normal” are all a lie,
False in every age that passes by.
Here reigns a dull infernal sway,
Declared to humankind — a war today.

The “normal” mad are majority here,
Lost in total lies, darkness near,
Believing falsehoods as natural law,
Blind to creation, its spark they saw.

Creators deemed insane, absurd,
Fools fear the sight of another word.
And “triptychs” only wipe their behinds,
While true art suffers, and wisdom unwinds.

Yet fools adore this filth imposed,
Called “highest values,” truth deposed.
Creators struggle, their hearts in flame,
While filth grows wild, yet no one’s to blame.

For everywhere, conditions were made,
Mediocrity’s throne will never fade.
Talent struggles to stay composed,
As constant shifts push it exposed.

These tales of darkness, deeply grim,
In the madhouse world, always brim.
Only lies fill books and news,
Dulling the herd, leaving them to lose.

The different, the true, is banned,
Or printed small, by harsh command.
The madhouse song is sung, the die is cast,
The fool becomes the norm, locked fast.

And ******-beasts abound in mass,
So burn the madhouse, let lies pass.
Where falsehood reigns and killing thrives,
Fools poisoned, their mind deprived.

This fascist filth, this crazed domain,
Turns the world to ****, inflicts its pain.



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Burn the madhouse, **** and lies,
Fools poisoned, blind to skies.
Fascist filth will rot, decay —
Let reason rise, and clear the way.



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Vegetables

Does the Earth give birth to *******,
Or is it World Fascism’s hand?
Jokes have ended long ago,
Total idiocy grips the land.

******-beasts are everywhere,
And traitors, dark as night.
“Chosen” fools are set upon
A throne — absurd in sight.

But no true choice exists at all,
They feed us filth instead.
The rabble rush to sacrifice,
By their own madness led.

“Progress” — speed toward the Abyss,
Joy found only in lies.
Humans now like festering sores,
While the wise strain under skies.

Few remain with reason clear,
This hell a death to face.
A profit-born fiend emerges,
In this rotten, cursed place.

All conditions set for him,
While talent languishes in chains.
Empty words and lies prevail,
And filth itself enforces pains.

That lie — like butchers in the herd,
Slaughter all with savage glee.
Mad fools march toward their doom,
The world a twisted odyssey.

Even without intent to harm,
This **** behaves like vegetables,
For in the World of Idiots
The Soul’s connection is torn, and falls.



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Fools march blind, the world decays,
Filth and lies set minds ablaze.
Burn the ****, let reason thrive —
Only the wise will stay alive.



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Drip on the Brain

Tick-tock-drip-drip —
Time slips away,
Lies drip onto the brain.
Tick-tock-drip-drip —
Burden of false knowledge,
A single endless drain!

A verbal diarrhea —
Like an ocean wide.
The mind won’t resurrect:
Slaves of every side

Build a concentration camp
From lies, pressure high,
“Care” tripled and warped.
The wise are swept aside.

They’ll invent a burner,
To cleanse the smart,
And where is the Creator?
Only devils play their part.

And lies, vile and total,
Everywhere they spin.
Judas swarms all corners,
While fools are thick within —

Two-thirds of the herd,
Fascism spreads,
Countless selling *******
Drag the world down,
Where madness treads.

A crazy little world —
Straight to Hell it goes.
You, if wise,
Rejoice in Spirit only shows.

Salvation lies in Spirit:
They’ll burn the World’s madhouse,
Those vile ****** —
Thrown to the trashhouse.

The selling fiends
Shall not live, not live!
Trust not lies, nor rumors —
Do not let them ****

The remnants of your Soul —
Hold firm, fight through.
The outcome of the struggle —
Life exists in Spirit true.



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Tick-tock, lies drip, the herd decays,
Fools and fiends set minds ablaze.
Burn the madhouse, guard your soul,
In Spirit only you are whole.



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Mass Hypnosis

Flickering often,
All sorts of filth,
From childhood — a curse
On the mind of purest kith.

Like hypnosis it seems:
The fool believes.
Ugly faces flash,
Of fools and thieves.

From youth they teach
Their children false lies.
Thus they **** —
Tiny humans die.

The rest are zombies —
Believing, enduring, lying;
Zombies now combined:
Falsehood feeds and keeps them trying.

Most are merely means —
Few think of this,
From childhood on!
The tool of lies persists.

They spread falsehoods
As if it were honey sweet.
Killing the soul,
By lies they cheat.

Spy, traitor, alike —
An authority claimed.
Satan the “creator”
Multiplies misery untamed.

The level has risen —
Lies will flood all soon.
One path remains —
The Pure Spirit’s boon.

It is the base of life,
Which again disappears
Amid brazen *******,
And manufactured fears.

Cycles of destruction
By falsehood in Nature dwell.
Against decay —
Only Spirit and Honor quell.

Lie to lie. Spirit to Spirit.
Satanism will fall
Into its own Hell.
This is no rumor:
All the filth — destroyed by all!



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Lies flood the world, fools obey,
Spirit alone can light the way.
Burn the filth, let Satan fall,
Only the pure shall heed the call.



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Swindle

A swindle for poets —
To publish at their cost,
In the age of the internet —
Hunt fools, no matter the loss.

This is rock bottom, or lower still —
To pay to see your poems printed.
Thousands of graphomaniacs, fine,
Two-thirds of readers unremedied.

Yet measure must be kept,
Lest one becomes a vile cad;
All here to be milked,
By sponsors ever sad.

Non-commercial spirit — the heart of verse,
Rarely shot, though deserved.
But poets make no claims,
Their lines alone — truth preserved.

Not enough for a firing squad —
That’s the fools’ problem, see.
If you’re a poet, be brave,
Smash all lies relentlessly.

No chains worse than those
Drawn in every mind by lies.
Perception now trembles,
The essence shivers in your rhymes.

Time spent on fluff and fancies
Never returns, my friend.
If a poet does not flinch,
The soul he saves in bitter end.

Write only truth, though harsh,
Though heavy for the soul to bear.
Easy it is to print falsehood,
And hand your cash to parasites there —

Like horseflies and lice,
Clinging close, long exposed.
Write in blood, only blood,
Let nothing else compose.

Drown in that crimson ink,
Think not of gain or greed.
Not a brow lifted, not a blink —
All else is of no need.



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Write in blood, let lies be slain,
No mercy for the profit-hungry train.
Poet’s truth — a blazing sword,
Strike all falsehoods, crush the horde.



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New Poetry

The Soul’s cry isn’t needed:
Mix it with groans, with frost —
Sober the mind, awaken,
No longer be lost.

Hard to stuff analytics
Into a poet’s rhyme,
For poets are often whiners,
And fools most of the time.

A complex task, yet forward!
To hell with luck or whim:
A wild madman now must reckon
With truths sharp and grim.

Not the reader counts today,
But those who can reason well.
Destroy all dogmas,
Let understanding swell.

Rage instead of moaning,
Sensitivity as a beacon bright,
In a world of empty chatter
And falsehoods shouting night.

New poetry must be forged,
A purging for the mind:
Magnesia for thought,
The clarity we must find.

All legacies of the media,
“Schools” and other lies,
Spewed by cunning *******;
Purge illusions, see through their guise.

Even the naïve, the half-wise,
Create their own mirages,
To munch in comfort,
While dulled minds seek cages.



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Rage, not moans, must fuel the pen,
Smash falsehoods, wake the mind of men.
Purge the lies the ******* spin,
Forge new poetry — let truth begin.



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Desire and Chatter

Inside you sits desire,
All self-serving — "I" its creed.
Echoed by the idle chatter
That thinks, yet fails to heed.

Its tone aligns with craving,
A constant, greedy song.
Infernal feasts, indulgence,
To me, they do no wrong.

Better guard one’s own behind,
And gaze, and meaning too,
For all is twisted by that murk,
The fashion, yogurt’s hue.

Dogma clings to what’s not mine —
Fascism’s grasp is tight.
It frets like Hamlet, idiot,
A plague in broad daylight.

Time to strike — no mercy shown,
For vector of these wants
Fascism guards with iron hand,
Leading flocks to slaughter’s jaunt.

The herd sees only gates anew,
All driven to the same place.
Fascist ***** opens doors —
To the camp, a grim embrace.

And rush they do, the fools inside,
Their only care — to eat.
The mind holds no dominion there,
Just terror and deceit.

The idiots march the final path,
Through chaos, fear, and blight.
No reason saves, no thought withstands
The last, infernal night.



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Fools to the Last Path

Desire rules, chatter blinds,
Fools march on, their souls confined.
Fascist gates swing wide, unkind —
Mindless herd, to death consigned.



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“Thinking”

A joke:
A little dragon stands in court. Judge asks:
-Do you admit you ate your grandparents?
The dragon sobs:
-I admit it.
-Do you admit you ate your mom and dad?
The dragon sniffs:
-I admit it.
-So who are you now?
The dragon cries:
-A bitter little orphan, that’s who!


Just like in this joke,
That’s how human “thinking” works.
In a fool there’s no other spark,
No other clever quirks:

When it touches you —
Always fluffy, always white.
Fascism spreading? —
Well, I’m out of sight.

Always busy with my cares,
Building a nest here, neat.
The world is full of such freaks...
How can we defeat the Dark, complete,

When the Honorable are so few?
Only destroy it all.
Fascism and these “birds”
Together make the whole, the thrall.

Today’s official is just a clerk,
The others — trivial, small.
For a bit of grub, fools sell their souls,
Traitors, corrupted, all.

Betrayal is their job,
Corruption like a sneeze.
Idiots and morons swarm,
A psychopathic disease.

Not just two-thirds now,
As once it might have been,
But five-sixths hold the cage,
The global prison’s fiend.

Concepts are replaced,
Lies piled sky-high.
No need for crucifixions:
These types alone will die.

They’ll shove you in a grave
With one dismissive glance.
The Spirit in this world
Will soon disappear — no chance.

A soulless creature cannot
Trample Earth’s firm ground.
When all the slaves obey,
Only erasure will be found.

The Earth and our Sun —
A reasoning organism.
They’ll burn it all to ashes,
Farewell, dull fascism.



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Soulless fiends trample the Earth,
Slaves obey, they ***** all worth.
Fascism burns — the Spirit fights,
Ashes fall, but Truth ignites!



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Fools bow down, the vipers grin,
Selling souls for scraps of sin.
Earth will purge their filth and lies,
Sun will scorch where darkness dies!



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Fools obey, the snakes conspire,
Burn it all — consume the liars!
Sun and Earth will take their due,
Scorch the world, expose the true!

---

Vipers laugh, the weak comply,
Earth will burn their alibis.
No escape, no mercy left,
Fools will choke on their theft!

---

Bow, you slaves, the vipers cheer,
Truth is blazing, all is clear.
Sun will rise to strike the herd,
Every falsehood crushed, every word!



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Slaves obey, vipers reign—
Burn the lies, purge the pain!

---

Fools crawl, snakes laugh loud—
Sun will scorch this traitor crowd!

---

Liars feast, the weak submit—
Truth will strike, falsehood split!

---

Bow, you herd of blind and dumb—
Earth and Sun will overcome!

---

Chains break, vipers fall—
All the lies will burn, burn all!

---

Vipers reign, fools kneel—
Earth awakes, truth steel!

---

Chains snap, liars burn—
Soul survives, world turns!

---

Blind herd, traitors feast—
Sun strikes lies, truth released!

---

Obedient slaves fall silent—
Spirit rises, fierce, defiant!

---

Fools devour, vipers plot—
Truth ignites the final shot!

---

Lie towers, darkness spreads—
Spirit’s fire crushes heads!

---

Earth shudders, Sun will blaze—
All the vipers end their days!

---

Vipers reign, fools kneel—
Earth awakes, truth steel!

---

Chains snap, liars burn—
Soul survives, world turns!

---

Blind herd, traitors feast—
Sun strikes lies, truth released!

---

Obedient slaves fall silent—
Spirit rises, fierce, defiant!

---

Fools devour, vipers plot—
Truth ignites the final shot!

---

Lie towers, darkness spreads—
Spirit’s fire crushes heads!

---

Earth shudders, Sun will blaze—
All the vipers end their days!

---

Slaves obey, vipers mock—
Spirit rises, breaks the lock!

---

Chains of lies, broken now—
Truth destroys the tyrants’ vow!

---

Darkness screams, fools despair—
Spirit strikes, it’s everywhere!

---

Herd of sheep, traitors lead—
Fire of reason, all will bleed!

---

Lies collapse, vipers fall—
Spirit’s wrath engulfs them all!

---

Obedience dies in flame—
Truth survives, no one to blame!

---

Darkness grips, but fails its aim—
Spirit shouts, eternal claim!

---

Slaves revolt, the tyrants flee—
Earth is free, the mind sees!



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Chains of lies crumble—spirit rises!

---

Fools obey, vipers fall—truth strikes!

---

Darkness quivers, reason roars!

---

Slaves kneel—freedom ignites!

---

Tyrants burn, the mind sees clear!

---

Herds scatter, Spirit commands!

---

Lies explode, the Sun judges!

---

Obedience dies in fire—truth survives!

---

Darkness trembles, fools despair!

---

Spirit’s blade cuts deceit to dust!

---

Vipers writhe, Earth stands tall!

---

Chains break, reason flows!

---

Fools weep, but truth remains!

---

Darkness retreats—light strikes!

---

Obedience shatters, freedom screams!

---

Lies fall like rotting leaves!

---

Spirit awakens, vipers flee!

---

Tyrants crumble under reason’s gaze!

---

Herds scatter, the Sun judges all!

---

Chains of deceit snap—fire within!

---

Darkness devours itself—Spirit laughs!

---

Fools obey no more—truth reigns!

---

Earth shudders, vipers vanish!

---

Slaves revolt—freedom roars!

---

Lies choke, fire purges!

---

Spirit strikes, shadows flee!

---

Tyrants scream—reason prevails!

---

Darkness quakes before the mind!

---

Herds tremble, the Sun burns lies!



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Lies burn!

Chains snap!

Spirit rises!

Darkness flees!

Truth strikes!

Fools fall!

Freedom roars!

Tyrants scream!

Herds scatter!

Fire cleans!

Mind awakens!

Shadows quake!

Vipers writhe!

Slaves revolt!

Sun judges!

Earth stands!

Deceit dies!

Spirit laughs!

Tyrants crumble!

Chains break!

Obedience dies!

Darkness trembles!

Truth survives!

Herds tremble!

Fools despair!

Light strikes!

Fire purges!

Mind sees!

Lies explode!

Sun burns!

Spirit strikes!

Shadows flee!

Slaves kneel—never!

Vipers vanish!

Earth shudders!

Tyrants fall!

Freedom screams!

Chains vanish!

Darkness devours itself!

Spirit conquers!

Truth roars!

Fools kneel—no more!

Light dominates!

Herds scatter, flee!

Lies choke!

Fire purges all!

Mind commands!

Shadows retreat!

Tyrants burn!

Chains broken—eternal freedom!



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Burn lies!

Snap chains!

Rise, Spirit!

Flee, darkness!

Strike truth!

Fall, fools!

Roar, freedom!

Scream, tyrants!

Scatter, herd!

Cleanse fire!

Awaken, mind!

Quake, shadows!

Writhe, vipers!

Revolt, slaves!

Judge, sun!

Stand, Earth!

Die, deceit!

Laugh, Spirit!

Crumble, tyrants!

Break chains!

Death, obedience!

Tremble, darkness!

Survive, truth!

Tremble, herd!

Despair, fools!

Strike, light!

Purge, fire!

See, mind!

Explode, lies!

Burn, sun!



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Rise, Spirit!

Shatter chains!

Scorch lies!

Flee, darkness!

Strike truth!

Crush fools!

Roar, freedom!

Scatter herd!

Purge fire!

Awaken mind!

Quake shadows!

Revolt slaves!

Judge sun!

Stand, Earth!

Death deceit!

Laugh Spirit!

Crumble tyrants!

Break chains!

Tremble dark!

Survive truth!

Strike light!

Explode lies!

Burn sun!

Smash falsehood!

Awake courage!

Shun cowardice!

Rise rebel!

Snap leash!

**** fear!

Claim victory!



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Rip veil!

Hunt lies!

Strike herd!

Shout Spirit!

Blaze mind!

Crush false!

Tear chains!

Flee fear!

Smite fools!

Awaken fire!

Burn shadow!

Shatter world!

Roar truth!

Scatter falsehood!

**** deceit!

Surge courage!

Break herd!

Strike light!

Snap leash!

Rage Spirit!

Wreck tyranny!

Purge filth!

Rise rebel!

Tear veil!

Smash dark!

Roar sun!

Flee herd!

Strike hard!

Hunt darkness!

Crumble lies!

Awaken soul!

Burn veil!

Rage truth!

Shun falsehood!

Claim power!



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Strike herd!

Tear lies!

Blaze soul!

Shatter false!

Roar mind!

Crush herd!

Hunt filth!

Awaken Spirit!

Snap chains!

Rage truth!

Burn shadow!

Flee fear!

Smite fools!

Shatter dark!

Tear veil!

Purge lies!

Surge fire!

Scatter herd!

Claim light!

Wreck deceit!

Rise rebel!

Strike hard!

Hunt darkness!

Snap leash!

Blaze mind!

Crush deceit!

Awaken courage!

Burn veil!

Rage Spirit!

Shun falsehood!

Tear chains!

Smite darkness!

Scatter shadows!

Claim power!

Shatter herd!

Hunt lies!

Blaze soul!

Wreck tyranny!

Awaken fire!

Crush fear!

Roar truth!

Flee herd!

Strike light!

Purge filth!

Tear veil!



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




Strike herd!

Tear lies!

Blaze soul!

Shatter false!

Roar mind!

Crush herd!

Hunt filth!

Awaken Spirit!

Snap chains!

Rage truth!

Burn shadow!

Flee fear!

Smite fools!

Shatter dark!

Tear veil!

Purge lies!

Surge fire!

Scatter herd!

Claim light!

Wreck deceit!

Rise rebel!

Strike hard!

Hunt darkness!

Snap leash!

Blaze mind!

Crush deceit!

Awaken courage!

Burn veil!

Rage Spirit!

Shun falsehood!

Tear chains!

Smite darkness!

Scatter shadows!

Claim power!

Shatter herd!

Hunt lies!

Blaze soul!

Wreck tyranny!

Awaken fire!

Crush fear!

Roar truth!

Flee herd!

Strike light!

Purge filth!

Tear veil!

Break illusions!

Burn deceit!

Hunt liars!

Shatter fear!

Roar fire!

Claim soul!

Smash chains!

Strike shadow!

Crush lies!

Blaze courage!

Scatter false!

Awaken rage!

Tear darkness!

Purge tyranny!

Rise eternal!



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Strike!

Blaze!

Roar!

Cru­sh!

Tear!

Hunt!

Shatter!

Purge!

Snap!

Rise!

Burn!

Smash!
­
Rage!

Flee!

Awaken!

Claim!

Wreck!

Scatter!

Break!

Shun!

­Storm!

Destroy!

Unleash!

Overcome!

Eternal!



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Rip!

Tear!

Smash!

Burn!

Strike!

Shatter!

Crush!­

Roar!

Break!

Hunt!

Purge!

Storm!

Wreck!

Unleash!

Rage!

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Smash.
Rage.
Break.
Burn.
Strike.
Sha­tter.
Roar.
Purge.
Unleash.



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Smash and burn, the falsehoods quake,
Rage and roar for truth’s own sake.
Strike the chains, the lies unbind,
Shatter walls that cloud the mind.
Purge the dark, ignite the flame,
Break the shackles, end the game.
Roar your spirit, fierce and free,
Unleash the force of clarity,
Rise, destroy — your destiny.



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Burn it all!
Crush the lies!
Smash the chains!
Tear the veil!
Shred the dark!
Ignite the mind!
Roar, resist!
Strike, destroy!
Rise, relentless!



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Burn the lies that choke the mind!
Shatter the chains that bind mankind!
Tear the veils of shadowed lies!
Strike the dark where evil hides!

Rise, relentless, roar your might!
Smash the false, reveal the light!
Crush the tyrants, break their hold!
Set the weak, the brave, the bold!

Strike the roots of treachery!
Rip the mask of hypocrisy!
Fury sharp as blazing steel!
Nothing false shall here conceal!

Fight, resist, let wrath ignite!
Scorch the void, reclaim the sight!
Every shackled soul awake!
World reborn — for truth’s own sake!



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Burn the lies!
Crush the chains!
Smash the false!
Strike the veins!

Rise and roar!
Break the night!
Seize the truth!
Claim the fight!



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Smash the lies,
Crush the fake,
Rise in truth,
No more stake!

---

Burn the fraud,
Tear the chains,
Expose the fools,
Rage remains!

---

Shatter lies!
Crush the herd!
Strike the false!
Let truth burn!



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Shatter lies! Crush the herd!
Strike the false! Let truth burn!
Break the chains! Tear the veil!
Strike the fools! Let justice hail!

Smash the lies! Raise the flame!
Scorn the weak! Defy the shame!
Rage with power! Strike the night!
Stand with Spirit! Hold the light!



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Smash the herd! Burn the lies!
Strike the fools! Let Spirit rise!
Break the chains! Tear the night!
Stand with truth! Wield the light!



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Fools fall! Lies die!
Spirit wakes! Truth flies!
Chains snap! Darkness breaks!
Rise now! No mistakes!

---

Chains break—fools fall!
Lies burn—darkness calls!
Spirit sharp—truth flies!
Strike now—no lies!



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Break chains!
Fools fall!
Lies burn!
Dark calls!

Spirit sharp!
Truth flies!
Strike now!
No lies!



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Shatter chains,
Crush the fools,
Burn all lies,
Awake the soul.

---

Break the cage,
Smash the herd,
No more lies,
The Spirit strikes.

---

Liars fall,
Fools obey,
World of filth
Burns away.

---

Chains of mind
Tear apart,
Soul ignites,
Truth’s pure heart.

---

Cities burn,
Fools remain,
Lies consume,
Ashes reign.

---

World decays,
Falsehood dies,
Spirit rises,
Truth defies.

---

Chains snap,
Darkness bleeds,
All corrupt
Fall to seeds.