1.
From my
uneasy bed
at the L’Enfant,
a train's pensive
horn breaks the
sullen lullaby of
an HVAC’s hum;
interrupting the
mechanical
reverie of its
steadfast
night watch,
allowing my ear
to discern
the stampede
of marauding
corporate Visigoths
sacking the city.

The cacophony
of sloven gluttony,
the ***** songs of
unrequited privilege
and the unencumbered
clatter of radical
entitlement echoes
off the city’s cold
crumbling stones.

The unctuous
bellows of the
victorious pillagers
profanely feasting
pierces the
hanging chill
of the nations
black night.

Their hoots
deride the train
transporting
the defeated
ghosts of
Lincoln’s last
doomed regiments
dispatched in vain
to preserve a
peoples republic
in a futile last stand.

The rebels have
finally turned the tide,
T Boone Pickett’s
Charge succeeds,
sending the ravaged
Grand Army of the
Republic sliding
back to the Capitol,
in savage servility,
gliding on squeaky
ungreased wheels
ferrying the
Union’s dead
vanquished
defenders to
unmarked graves
on Potters Field.

The Rebels
joyous yell
bounces off
the inert granite
stones of the
soulless city.

The spittle
of salivating
vandals drips
over the
spoils of war
as they initiate the
disassemblage,
the leveling and
reapportionment
of the grand prize.

The clever
oligarchs
have laid claim
to a righteous
reparation
of the peoples
assets for
pennies on the
dollar.

Their wholly
bought politicos
move to transfer
distressed assets
into their just
stewardship
through the
holy justice
of privatization
and the sound
rationale of
free market
solutions.

In the land of the
pursuit of property,
nimble wolf PACs
of swift 527, LLCs
have fully
metastasized
into personhood;
ascending to
the top of the
food chain in
America’s
voracious
political culture;
bestriding
the nation to
compel the
national will
to genuflect
to the cool facility
of corporate
dominion.

As the
inertial ******
of the plaintive
locomotive
fades into
another old
morning of
recalcitrant
Reaganism,
it lugs its
ambivalent
middle class
baggage toward
it’s fast expiring
future.

I follow
the dirge
down to
the street
as the ebbing
sound fades
into the gloom
of the
burgeoning
morning,
slowly
replacing the
purple twilight
with a breaking
day of cold gray
clouds framing
silhouettes of
cranes busily
constructing
a new city.

The personhood of
corporations need
homes in our new
republic; carving
out new
neighborhoods
suitable for the
monied citizens
of our nation.

First amongst
equals, the best
corporate governance
charters form
the foundation of
the republic’s
new constitution.
Civil rights
are secondary
to the freedom
of markets; the
Bill of Rights
are economically
replaced by the
cool manifests
of Bills of Lading.

The agents of
laissez faire
capitalism
nibble away
at the city’s
neighborhoods
one block at a time;
while steady winds
blows dust off
the National Mall.

Layers of the
peoples plaza are
plained away with
each rising gust.  

History repeats
itself as the Joad’s
are routed from their
land once again.

A clever
mixed use
plan of
condos and
strip malls
is proposed
to finally help the
National Mall
unlock its true
profit potential.

As America’s
affection for
federalism fades
the water in
the reflection pool
is gracefully drained.

We the people
can no longer
see ourselves.

The profit
potential of
industry is
preferred over
the specious
metaphysical
benefits
of reflection.

The grand image,
the rich pastiche,
the quixotic aroma
of the national
melting ***
is reduced to the
sameness of the
black tar that lines
the pool and the
swirling eddies of
brown dust circling
the cracked indenture.

From his not so
distant vantage point,
Abe ponders the
empty pool wondering
if the cost of lives
paid was a worthy
endeavor of preserving
the ****** union?  
Has the dear prize
won perished from
this earth?

Was the illusive
article of liberty  
worth its weight in
the blood expended?

Did the people ever
fully realize the value
of government
by the people,
for the people?

Did citizens of
the republic
assume the
responsibilities to
protect and honor
the rights and privileges
of a representative
government?

Now our idea
and practice of
civil rights is measured
and promoted as far as
it can be justified by
a corporate ROI, a
shareholder dividend,
an earmark or a political
donation to a senators
unconnected PAC.

The divine celestial
ledgers balancing
the rights and
privilege of free people
drips with red ink.  

Liberty, equality
fraternity are bankrupt
secular notions
condemned as
expensive
liberal seditions;
hatched by
UnHoly Jacobins,
the atheist skeptics
during the dark times
of the Age of Enlightenment.

Abe ponders
the restoration
of Washington’s
obelisk, to
repair the cracks
suffered  from
last summer’s
freak earthquake.

I believe I detect
a tear in Abe’s
granite eye
saddened by the
corporate temblors
shaking the
foundations
of the city.

2.

The WWII Memorial
is America’s Parthenon
for a country's love
affair with the valor
and sacrifice of warfare.

WWII forms the
cornerstone of
understanding the
pathos of the
American Century.

During WWII
our greatest generation
rose as a nation to
defeat the menace of
global fascism and
indelibly mark the
power and virtue of
American democracy.

As Lincoln’s Army
saved federalism, FDR’s
Army kept the world safe
for democracy.

Both armies served
a nation that shared
the sacrifice and
burden of war to
preserve the grace of
a republican democracy.

Today federalism
crumbles as our
democracy withers.

The burden
of war is reserved
for a precious few
individuals while
its benefits
remain confined to
the corporate elite.

Our monuments
to war have become
commercial backdrops
for the hollow patriotism
of war profiteers.

We have mortgaged
our future to pay
for two criminal wars.

The spoils of
war flow into the
pockets of
corporate
shareholders
deeply invested
in the continuation
of pointless,
destructive
hostilities.

Our service
members who
selflessly served
their country come
home to a less free,
fear struck nation;
where economic
security and political
liberty erodes
each day while the
monied interests
continue to bless
the abundance
of freedom and riches
purchased with the
blood and sweat
of others.

America desperately
needs a new narrative.

The spirit of the
Greatest Generation
who sacrificed and met
the challenge of the 20th
Century must become
this generations spiritual
forebears.

The war on terror
neatly fits the
the corporate
pathos of
militarism,
surveillance
and the sacrifice
of civil liberties
to purchase
a daily measure
of fear and
economic
enslavement.

It must be rejected
by a people committed
to building secular
temples to pursue
peace, democracy,
economic empowerment,
civil liberties and tolerance
for all.

Yet this old city
and the democratic
temples it built
exulting a free people
anointed with the
grace of liberty
is being consumed
in a morass of
commercial
polyglot.

3.

During the
War of 1812
the British Army
burned the
Capitol Building
and the White House
to the ground.

Thank goodness
Dolly Madison saved
what she could.

The new marauders
are not subject to the
pull of nostalgia.  

They value nothing
save their
self enrichment.

They will spare nothing.

Our besieged Capitol
requires Lincoln’s troops
to be stationed along the
National Mall to defend
the republic.

The greatest peril
to our nation
is being directed
by well placed
Fifth Columnists.

From the safety
of underground bunkers,
in secure undisclosed
locations within the city’s
parameters, a well financed
confederacy employing  
K Street shenanigans
are busy selling off
the American Dream
one ear mark
at a time, one
huge corporate
welfare allotment
at a time.

The biggest prize
is looting the real
property of the people;
selling Utah,
auctioning off
the public schools,
water systems, post offices
and mineral rights
on the cheap
at an Uncle Sam
garage sale.  

The capitol is
indeed burning
again.

Looters are
running riot.

The flailing arms
of a dying empire
fire off cruise
missiles and drone
strikes; hitting the
target of habeas
corpus as it
shakes in its
final death rattle.
I make a pilgrimage
to the MLK Jr.
Monument.

Our cultural identity
is outsourced to
foreign contractors
paid to reinterpret
the American Dream
through the eyes
of a lowest bidder.

MLK has lost
his humanity.

He has been
reduced to a
a Chinese
superhuman
Mao like anime
busting loose from
a granite mountain while
geopolitical irony
compels him to watch
Tommy Jefferson
**** Sally Hemings
from across the tidal
basin for all eternity.  

MLK’s eyes fixed in
stern fascination,
forever enthralled
by the contradictions
of liberty and its
democratic excesses
of love in the willows
on golden pond.

Circling back to
Father Abraham’s
Monument,  I huddle
with a group of global
citizens listening
to an NPS Ranger
spinning four score
tales with the last full
measure of her devotion.

I look up into Abe’s
stone eyes as he
surveys platoons
of gray suited
Chinese Communist
envoys engaged
in Long Marches
through the National Mall;
dutifully encircling cabinet
buildings and recruiting
Tea Party congressmen
into their open party cells.

This confederacy
is ready to torch
the White House
again.

Congressmen and
the perfect patriots
from K Street slavishly
pull their paymasters
in gilded rickshaws to
golf outings at the Pentagon
and park at the preferred
spots reserved for
the luxury box holders
at Redskin Games.

They vow not to rest
until the house of the people
is fully mortgaged to the
People’s Republic of China’s
Sovereign Wealth Fund.

4.

A great
Son of Liberty like
Alan Greenspan
roundly rings
the bells of
free markets
as he inches
T Bill rates
forward a few
basis points
at a time; while
his dead mentor
Ayn Rand
lifts Paul Ryan
to her
Fountainhead teet.
He takes a long
draw as she
coos songs
from her primer
of Atlas Shrugged
Mother Goose tales
into his silky ears.

The construction
cranes swing
to the music
building new private
sector space with
the largess of
US taxpayers
money; or
more rightly
future generations
taxpayer debt.

Libertarians,
Tea Baggers, Blue Dogs
and GOP waterboys
eagerly light a
match to the
the crucifixes
bearing federal
social safety
net programs
to the delight
of NASDAQ
listed capitalists
on the come,
licking their chops
to land contracts
to administer
these programs
at a negotiated
cost plus
profit margin.

Citizens
dependent
on programs
are leery
shareholders
are ecstatic.

To be sure
our free
market rebels
don disguises
of red, white
and blue robes
but their objectives
fail to distinguish
their motives and
methods with
some of the finest
Klansman this
country has
ever produced.

5.

DC is a city
of joggers
and choppers.

Corporate
helicopters
wizz by the
Washington
Monument,
popping erections
for the erectors
inspecting the progress
of the cranes
commanding the
city skyline.

USMC drill team
out for a morning
run circles the Mall.

The commanding
cadence of the
DI keeps us
mindful of the
deepening
militarization of
our society.

A crowd  
rushes
to position
themselves,
genuflecting
to photograph
a platoon on
the move.

I try to consider
the defining
characteristics of
Washington DC.

DC is all surface.

It is full of walls
and mirrors.

Its primary hue
is obfuscation.

Open
communication
scripted from well
considered talking points
informs all dialog.

The city is thoroughly
enraptured in narcissism.

Thankfully, one can
always capture the
reflection of oneself in
the ubiquitous presence of
mirrors.  

Vanity imprisons
the city inhabitants.

Young joggers circle the
Mall and gerrymander
down every pathway
of the city.  

They are the clerks,
interns and staffers of
the judicial, executive
and legislative branches.

They are the children
of privilege.

They will never
alter their path.

You must cede the walk
to their entitlement
of a swift comportment
or risk injury of a
violent collision.

These young ones
portray a countenance  
of benevolent rulers.  

They seem to be learning
their trade craft well from
the senators and judges
whom they serve.

They appear confident
they know what's best
for the country and after
their one term of tireless
service to the republic
they look forward to
positions in the private
sector where they will
assist corporations
to extend their reach
into the pant pockets
worn by the body politic.

6.

Our nations mythic story
lies hidden deep in the
closed rooms of the
museums lining the
Mall.

I pause to consider
what a great nation
and its great people
once aspired to.

I spy the a
suspended
Space Shuttle
hanging in dry dock
at the air and
space museum.

Today America’s
astronauts hitch
rides on Russian
rockets.

America rents a
timeshare from
the European
space agency to
lift communication
satellites into orbit.

Across the Mall
I photograph
John Smithson’s
ashes in its columbarium.  

I fear it has become a
metaphor for America’s
future commitment
to scientific inquiry
and rational secular
thinking.

I am relieved to
discover a Smithsonian
exhibit that asks
“what does it mean
to be human?”

The Origins of Humans
exhibit carries a disclaimer
to satisfy creationists.

The exhibit timidly states
that science can coexist
with religious beliefs and
that the point of the exhibit is
not to inflame inflame religious
passions but to shed light on
scientific inquiry.

I imagine these exhibits
will inflame the passion of
the fundamentalist
American Taliban and
provide yet another
reason to dismantle
the Moloch of Federalism.

The pursuit of science
remains safe at the
Smithsonian for now.

7.

Near K Street at
McPherson Park
a posse of
well dressed
lobbyists, the
self anointed
uber patriots
doing the work
of the people
stroll through
the park
boasting a
healthy population
of bedraggled
homeless.

The homeless
occupy the benches
that have been
transformed into
pup tents.

Perhaps some of
the residents of this
mean estate were
made homeless by a
foreclosed mortgage.  

The K Street warriors
can be proud that their
work on behalf of the
banking industry has
forestalled financial market
reform.  

Through it exacerbates
the homeless problem it has
allowed these K Street titans to
profit from the distress of others.

Earlier in the day
I photographed
a homeless man
planted in front of
the Washington
Monument.

I wonder
if my political
voyeurism is
an exploitation of
this man’s condition?

I have more in common
then I probably wish to
admit with my K Street
antagonists.  

In another section
of the park the
remnants of a
distressed OWS
bivouac remain.

The legions of sunshine
patriots have melted away
as the interest of the
blogosphere has waned.

As the weather
improves Moveon.org
and democratic
party operatives
pitch tents in an
effort to resuscitate
the moribund
movement.

They hope
to coop any
remaining energy
to support their
stale deception,
a neoliberal vision
based solely on the
total capitulation
to the bankrupt
corporatocracy.

I heard someone say
a campaign lasts a
season; while a
movement for social
change takes decades.

If that metric proves
correct, and if the
powers don’t succeed
in compromising the
people’s movement
I’ll be three quarters
of a century old
before I see
justice flowing like
a river once again.

8.

I circle back to
the L’Enfant and
find myself
tramping amidst
the lost platoon
of Korean War
soldiers.

My feet drag
in the quagmire
of grass covering
the feet of this
ghostly troop.

My namesake
uncle was a
decorated
veteran of this
conflict and Im
sure I detect
his likeness
in one of the
statues.

The bleak call
of a distant train
sounds a revelry
and I imagine this
patrol springing
to life to answer
the call of their
beloved country
once again.

Yet they remain
inert.  

Stuck in a
place that the
nation finds
impossible to
leave.

The eyes of the
men stare into
an incomprehensible
fate.  

They see the swarms
of Red Army infantrymen
crossing the Yellow River
streaming toward
them in massive
human waves,
the tips of
sparkling bayonets
threatening to slash
the outmanned
contingent fighting
to bits.

They are the
first detachment
to bravely confront
the rising power
of China many
thousands of
miles away
from their homes.

America like
this lone company
is overwhelmed
and lost in the
confusion
that confronts
them.

Looking up
I perceive the
bewilderment
of my muddled image
reflected on the
marble walls
surrounding
the memorial.

I am a comrade-in-arms,
a fellow wanderer sojourning
with th

Maryam
turned,
moving
away
from the
caravans of
bulldozers
entering
Homs.

She
could
not bear
to look
upon the
the teeth
of steel
tracks
sloshing
through
puddles
of blood,
plowing
the rubble,
burying the
mush,
coolly
covering the
fingerprints of
criminals.

Maryam
beheld the
conquering
soldiers
standing
atop piles
of shrapnel
marked and
launched by
Syria’s finest
artillery officers.

She
remained
within ear shot
to hear the
victor’s
orator,
recite the
history of
the conquest,
carefully
spinning
suspicion,
and casting
blame
for the
devastation
onto the
vanquished.

The speaker
lauded the
efforts of
esteemed
comrades
commanding
black regiments
chasing the
last rats still
lapping at
the edges
of the red
pools;
hieing to
the dead
catacombs
as sanctuaries
of salvation.

The barker
goads other gangs
to commence a
surgical search
of hospitals to
root out wounded
insurgents. He
suggests they be
removed from
their recovery
beds and thrown
atop the piles of refuse
where the busy tractors
will push the rubble
into the far corners
of the mind where
obfuscation and
forgetfulness
blissfully anoints
unsettled memory.

Alarmed,
Maryam breaks
for the hospital,
to nurse the
injured.

She moves with
tealth through
the broken city’s
debris strewn streets.

Maryam eyes the
inert concrete,
blasted into
ghastly shapes,
burying secrets,
concealing terrible
stories of what
transpired
during the
pacification of
Baba Amr.

These
grotesque
gargoyles,
sculpted by the
mangled hand
of a deranged
sociopath
will hold their
silence for
only so long.

Dark secrets
never live
forever.

The distended heaps
of jangled rebar
pokes through
broken chunks
of concrete
like rib cages
picked clean by
the jackals
of war.

The pulverized
concrete forms
telling Mandalas
giving voice to
the stained
stones crying
the secrets of
terrible truths that
unmarked graves
never keep
silent.

Maryam
is desperate
to find the
lost children.

She knows
the ungodly
conquerors
eagerly
hunt them.

The subjugators
are drunk from the
draughts of blood
they profanely quaff.

They thirst
for more and
have set
their sight on
the children.

The crucifiers
kiss the sword
to cleanse
the insurgent
city of its
youngest
citizens.

Bashar has
condemned
a generation
to death.

He desires
to purge Syria
of a heinous
memory stored in
the ripening minds
of Homs’ children.

They stand in  
witness to
the ******
of their
childhood.

Righteous
indignation
breeds a
long  memory
nursed by the
vanquished as
a cherished gift;
bestowed to
successive
generations
like a valuable
family heirloom;
but
resentment
makes for
a monstrous
coat of arms
vanquishers
bequeath to
the defeated.

Maryam
crosses over
the scattered
stones
incapable
of bleeding
one more
drop of blood.

She hears
the howling
spirits calling
from the broken
ruins.

She glimpses
the dark silhouettes
of fleeting apparitions
moving through
the upper floors
of flame stained
buildings.

The ghostly
shadows of
lost children
wander, seeking
the rest of an
expired future
sired by their
state sanctioned
execution.

Maryam
grows anxious
as she
approaches
the hospital.

She arranges
her silk scarf.
She examines
her calloused
hands. The lines
of her palms
are soiled,
cakes of dirt
have settled
under her
fingernails;
yet sufficient
strength remains
in her arms
to roll away
the large stones
entombing
revelations
of love and
miracles of
deliverance.

The pock
marked
hospital now
in sight,
Maryam
enters the gate
of a ancient
graveyard;
clambering
over burial
mounds
of her dead
ancestors.

She remembered
a placard hanging
in the hospital’s
waiting room.

“Art is long; life is short;
opportunity is fleeting;
judgment is difficult;
experience is deceitful.”
Hippocrates.

As Maryam
neared the
graveyard exit
she was
overtaken by
Syrian soldiers
brandishing AK’s.

One stuck a
dusty barrel
into Maryam’s
face while
the other tapped
the back of her
head from behind.

A weeping
Maryam
knelt before
her captors.

She
washed
the dust
from their
boots with
flowing tears
and wiped
them clean
with her hair;
praying for
the power
of love
to once
again
overcome
the stalk
of death.

Prostrate
and prone
Maryam
waited to
accept the
shaft of
recrimination
through her
bleating gums.

If recollection is long
in the living,
memory is eternal
in the dead generations.

The only known cure
for the disease of acrimony
is the strong balm of love.

Maryam would
never again nurse
the wounded
children of
Homs.

Music Selection:
Chanticleer & Yvette Flunder
There is a Balm in Gilead

Oakland
3/12/12
jbm

I can see it
intriguing smile, flirty eyes,
hair just so, to where it falls across my face.
My breath caresses the mic as if
a snake charmer wooing a cobra.
The crowd leans in
ever so slightly
in one uniform motion
but each are unaware of the others.
Confident, charming
I own them for that moment
and everything I say matters.
Maybe too much.
They chant with me
cult-like in rhythm
and memorization-of idle words
profanely displayed on billboards,
websites, anything at all.
They drink it in- starving to be inspired.
They are without, and I’ve convinced them I’m with.
With what? With consumerism,
battling to control their
next poorly placed dollar?
with knowledge that they don’t have?
Why don’t they have it? Have they tried?
No, of course not. This liberty island has
given up on the American dream; hoping
it can be fought from a prostrate position
on an over-stuffed couch from their
over-stuffed mouths.
They’ve been stuffed with too much power,
too much misplaced freedom.
America, you are no longer free. You chain yourself
with entitlement and ownership.
You force your ideals on any too weak
to speak up for their own. You have turned
into one giant, fifth grade girl fight
with hair-pulling, pinching and screams.
You don’t even know why you fight anymore,
do you?

he lays upon a hammock in the garden,
to watch the sun slow travel 'cross the sky,
weighed down by love long gone, profanely ardent,
apollo's fiery chariot drags his eye,

and when the sun god's sunk into the bay,
the glow of hope for her return now cooled,
his eyes then close upon the fruitless day,
his prayers to apollo overruled,

in dreams, there hades beckons him to come,
a room has been prepared that he may stay,
enjoy a painless state existing numb,
where no more he will rue the light of day,

yet he, who can not live without her breath,
likewise can not depart from her in death

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

Write me something sensational.

Write me something profanely profound.

Write me your blithest tragedies.

Write me your sweetest fears.

Just write me--

Release the poet in you

as you bring out the poet in me.

I can hardly get my head straight, and between every single
Tone, I readjust the cases, straitening the lace
Binding up the loose ends, mending every one and
Creating strait spaces, borderline alone

Indulgence over emotion, I don't have my own

Add a fifth, and once again to make six
The circle begins closing in, closer and then too close
How many sides there are, to a pint of gin
Are there more mixers in a little bit of sin?

Its my disparity

Something I choose; suffering disuse
And a lack of caring
-------------------------------------------
I'm just a branch on another tree
Losing the last of my leaves
I feel the wind running through my hair
I swear, it's blowing just for me
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I've seen the face of god staring out the ******* monitor
I've seen the wrath of many more, more, **** it
I'm done
I still speak profanely but only on occasion
When I stop to rest, from the rest like I've been vacant
And the break is all I have, before I fade away in chambers

The scent of lavender light permeating my eyes
Draining through the veins and inflaming the day dream spattered
Doesn't matter

The days where hate is the mode of operation
Now, yes. Now, no
Blown out of proportion, maybe so, but I've been alive a while
And I'm still only a couple old
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I've been overlooking so many things
In single words, I frame identity
The wind is blowing through my bones
In simple thoughts, and tragedy
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And he told me, take a second for yourself now and then
Pen and paper permit magic beyond a mere existential crisis
Might be something to find amid strands of loose light
Find a new light, bright enough to conquer demons, but
Success is still your metric in the meantime

Fine, enough
But, I can fabricate well enough to get
Everything I need from something not enough
****
I even lose myself sometimes

But that's the point I guess
Another time gone by
another moment well defined

I use the same words, same works, same letters
I take the same lessons from the ones bound and fettered
To the cause, of making minds
Fun enough to pass the time
Long enough, oh *******
Its almost...
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If you follow my silver spool
I think I left too soon, if memory serves me
Too true for my own good
And the wind blows through my gilded skin
And I watch the moon rising

The world is on edge,
And rightly so, too,
From caskets strewn like *******,
To withdrawn funding for WHO;

Like something off a horror story,
What's left is for reanimated dead,
Flesh eating, mindless monsters,
Only lead to the friggin' head!

Pulpit shysters, con men of the cloth,
Boasting, the battle is theirs, not the Lords,
Dared the unseen guest, profanely,
All is well, now, laying between nailed boards;

Somewhere, in the dark continent,
The tropics had all the heat,
Coronavirus surely couldn't stand,
Well seated, many dead, no signs of retreat;

Far East, some crazy, mad scientists,
Playing with their bio toys,
Cook up another RNA weapon,
The Communist, westward, someday deploys;

It's the WWIII,
We eagerly awaited,
Shame, it's fought without explosions,
What a sight! To see civilisations obliterated!

Depopulation strategy of the antichrist,
Yes, he made mention during a talk,
****, he can't even protect his operating system,
From which he made his billions bulk;

Led by an African,
Surely he couldn't be that smart,
Misled the greatest civilisation?
Oh dear! From where do we start?

Our people have never known better,
Good governance is a pipe dream,
Here's another scheme to enrich politicians,
Juicy donations flowing in like a stream;

The big pharms engineered this,
Let loose something to **** millions,
Scramble, make a show, of concern,
Develop a vaccine, rake in the billions.

Your hell is to feed this lamb O Peter
Pan fried for the flavor of a peanut
Spread across the backward bread to eater

Of foods clean enough for the conceder
To Paul bearing with you herd know me but
Your hell is to feed this lamb O Peter

The great punk pinned on the tattered teeter
To the side that slices eyes to see what
Spread across the backward bread to eater

Out of heart profanely played at theater
Packed with dogs to lap till curtains be shut
Your hell is to feed this lamb O Peter

Rabbit chasing carrot hung by leader
Sticking out to taunt the boy bunny ****
Spread across the backward bread to eater

Chewing that I am but pent to meter
Over yard in line with the block we cut
Your hell is to feed this lamb O Peter
Spread across the backward bread to eater

Total Slavery and Its Looming Horizon

A cycle eternal: enslaving the crowd,
Turning them fools — forever and proud.
They’ll guard themselves, they’ll **** and obey,
As long as you feed them a Lie on the way.

Spice it with terror, with numbness and shame,
Add "holy Allah" — religion in frame.
Add "science" distorted — it teaches the herd
How the world "functions", reshaped by a word.

Ideas are shining — on surface, all right.
But deep in their marrow — satanic blight.
So "communism", "heavenly bliss",
Rot on their way into fascist abyss.

Selection is vital — but twisted, reversed:
A thief or a dullard will always rise first.
Ready for anything — money the crown,
While wisdom is trampled and beaten down.

Doctors bring "healing" — but never the cure,
Symptoms they cover, disease will endure.
Children are poisoned with needles of "care",
Dumbed into cattle — betrayal laid bare.

Teachers — the fortress of Systemal rot:
Schooling Submission, Forgetting the lot.
A nursery of ghouls, obedience bred,
To join the Field of Rot ahead.

The Field of Rot is tilled by the press:
Sold-out vermin, who peddle the mess.
Journalist-****, their filth is a flood,
Shoving down lies in the throat of the mud.

Police are essential — corrupted, too many.
Lessons are few, but for uprisings — handy.
The herd still believes: "They guard us, the Law!"
Yet laws hit the weak, for the strong — just a flaw.

The ultimate order: SURVIVE, at all cost!
Disasters are crafted — by Darkness they’re tossed.
By lackeys and traitors the torment expands,
Grinding the fools with obedient hands.

The scheme is old — they’ve mastered the ruse:
Problem → Reaction → Solution to choose.
Offer the fix that enslaves even more,
Fools rush to grab it — enslaved to the core.

Their filth expands with Overton’s Gate:
Bit by bit poison, digestion by fate.
For ***** in tons cannot enter at once,
But drip it — and swallow, obedient dunce.

A wise one once said: "My whole life I spent
To gain what was needed for life’s nourishment."
But slime never learns, and freedom is gone,
Slugs feed on poison, and gladly go on.

Deeper they sink — for stupidity thrives:
The "bright" past was slavery, stagnated lives.
The "new age" is darker, "divine" and insane,
Treatment eternal — with venom and chain.

The madness begins — with CowID brand,
Reason is slaughtered, Spirit is banned.
But wait! — Apocalypse breaks through the schism,
Sentence is cast for the World Fascism.

Those with Pure Spirit and Reason intact
May still survive the demonic attack.
The Abyss will swallow the slaves and their lords,
Rotten, enslaved — condemned by their hordes.



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Slavery rules, deception is law,
Rotten the system, devouring raw.
But Spirit unbroken will burn through the lie —
The masters of darkness are destined to die.

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Fools guard their chains, obey and applaud,
Kneeling to demons they worship as God.
But Truth is a fire — it shatters their scheme,
Burns down the nightmare, awakens the dream.

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The herd is enslaved, the prophets are fraud,
Science corrupted, religion is flawed.
Yet Spirit resists — through the ashes it fights,
Breaking the fascists with fury of Light.

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Fools guard their chains, deceived by the lie,
But Spirit unbroken refuses to die.
Through ashes and rot it rises to fight —
Smashing the fascists with fury of Light.




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Alchemy of the Soul

In depths of Darkness smolders Light unclear,
A haze of silence drifts, yet draws me near.
Through Sleep of Mind a whisper cuts its way,
It haunts my heart, it will not let me stray.

The night of thorns, deception and despair,
Leads into madness, thickening the air.
The world’s a prison, bleeding is my wound,
My Spirit longs for Stars not yet assumed.

That Light grows stronger, trembling into fire,
Revealing what was hidden in desire.
Yet walls of Evil tighten, vile and grim,
No Spirit pure can long abide within.

The Light expands — and now awakens Will:
Alchemy begins, the heart grows still.
When weary of existence’ heavy chain,
The Will breaks loose and lifts from Depths of pain.

It once had drowned in seas of grief and lies,
Resistance fading, hope without supplies.
But now the Light restored the Strength to fight,
The Mind awoke and echoed Soul’s delight.

Falsehood is sliced like butter by the blade,
Excalibur — the weapon Light has made.
And mind laments the years consumed in vain,
Among the rot, corruption, and disdain.

Alchemy in Fire — a blast untamed,
When once ignited, nothing stays the same.
Armed with the Will that bends to none on earth,
Fear disappears, replaced with Spirit’s birth.

The Darkness shattered, Vision pure unveiled,
No longer bound by words, no longer veiled.
Toward Eternity the Spirit soars,
The “mysteries of world” — mere echoing chores.

Illusions fade, their chains dissolve in air,
Deceptions turned to ash, dispersed, laid bare.
Then Revelation, Power, Inspiration,
The Sun of Knowledge — dawn of new creation.

You see: the dark is but illusion’s crust,
Concealing folly, weakness, greed, and dust.
The half-men blind will never find the Whole,
The Realm of Spirit, sovereign Light of Soul.

The Heart flies open, stars are drawing near,
They heal the wounds your Soul had carried here.
Your path is neither “higher” nor “below” —
It is the flight to Timelessness you know.

Alchemy of Soul — in Fire of Sight,
Where Purity ignites a newborn Light.
In that Light — joy, renewal, and release,
The Soul’s return to Source, Eternal Peace.



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From rot and night the Spirit breaks away,
Its fire turns the Darkness into day.
Alchemy within — the Soul is whole,
Returning to the Source, eternal goal.

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The Will ignites, illusions fall apart,
The Sun of Truth burns deep within the heart.
Through ashes rises Soul, reborn and free,
In timeless Light of pure Eternity.

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Darkness was prison, but Light is the key,
Alchemy flames — the Spirit breaks free.
Through fire awakened, the Soul takes its flight,
Home to the Source, in infinite Light.

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Alchemy flames — the Spirit breaks free,
Darkness is shattered by Will’s decree.
The Soul takes flight through eternal Light,
Back to the Source, where all is right.



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Unconditional Resistance to Evil in the Cycle of Unknowing

We gathered, quarreled, drank, “hurrah!” —
And fell into Ignorance’s jar.
A cycle endless, ruled by gloom,
Where drunken nonsense fills the room.

The rabble reigns. “Intelligentsia” — hush!
They praise experiments, “beauty,” and such.
But “truth” they twist, discard, betray,
Their lofty meetings rot away.

To gaze with Spirit’s eye — absurd!
Within this cycle, lies are stirred.
The sickly broth of logic thin,
Feeds Ignorance, where all is sin.

The mind can’t reach the Spirit’s sphere,
It clings to books, to chatter near.
Intuition, silenced, banned,
Few dare to grasp her guiding hand.

The “gurus,” “yogis” — hollow frauds,
Blind to the battle against the clods.
If Evil’s left to rule the stage,
Their wisdom rots in narrow cage.

But few exceptions break the night:
The Path’s not captured all in sight.
First step: reject ALL thoughts, all lies,
Ideas — ashes in disguise.

Step two: within yourself you seek,
The answers strong, not borrowed weak.
Purge the mind of planted trash,
Or you’ll stumble, fall, and crash.

Step three: through Spirit, power flows,
Your strength will rise, your foe will know.
For Enemy of Man has reigned
Since time unknown, by blood sustained.

Step four: with might, pour outward flame,
Though fools won’t grasp, despise the name.
Seek not their help — their minds are dead,
They choke on lies the system fed.

The stubborn ego, “clever” shell —
No fire will boil in such a hell.
Go on alone, consumed, aflame,
The world of fools still mocks your name.

No miracles on Spirit’s road,
If bound in Hell’s deceptive load.
Resistance — pure, unconditional call:
Without it, the Soul is doomed to fall.



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Resist the Evil — or your Soul is lost,
Ignorance binds with a liar’s frost.
No halfway path, no easy disguise —
The Spirit survives when rebellion will rise.



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Writing a Fairy Tale

A tale of Friendship, Freedom, Love —
I thought to write. Absurd enough.
The "power" comes, they always say,
From "people" — duped to just obey.

For centuries they bow to might,
To kings, presidents, the brood of night.
Where should I start? Of course, "Free will,"
That word their fairy tales still fill.

They train the child to dream of "freedom,"
Promise it always, in every kingdom.
Amidst the poor, it works the best,
To hush all doubts, to stall unrest.

For ages they repeat the song,
Just change the tune, it drones along.
And harsher measures, slyly pressed,
To bring "Bright Future" manifest.

But should you question, drop the lies,
You’ll find what underneath it hides:
Rotten slavery — plain and bare,
While parasite words pollute the air.

And so it’s clear: slaves cannot friend,
Or chains would long have met their end.
And "Love"? Just lust, all smeared with shame,
A sickly, soulless, hollow game.

They mix it with their baby-talk,
Then wonder why their "love boats" rock.
It sinks in quarrels, lies, deceit,
Till "love" is stench of loss and cheat.

Of course, exceptions may exist,
But mostly — filth, too foul to list.
Amid oppression, rot, and fraud,
The pattern’s plain to eyes unshod.

The "fairy tale" of life they write
Turns nightmare soon, a plague of night.
For all is drafted, sold, controlled —
The ending’s always: lies, pain, cold.



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Their “tales” of Freedom are shackles in disguise,
A kingdom of rot built on comforting lies.
But Truth cuts through — no fairy tale song,
Exposing the filth they’ve preached for so long.



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From the Cocoon

Sudden thought strikes — a spark ignites,
I start to shift, to break old rites.
The law of stagnation rules the land,
And decay follows close at hand.

You’ll conquer murk if you entwine
Your Insight with creative line,
Rejecting chains the mind conceals,
False worries, trivial, it reveals.

All visions stem from Spirit high,
Beyond mere thoughts, beyond the lie.
Deceptions, nonsense, vanish there —
Their chains dissolve into the air.

From every side, you’re bound, constrained,
By worldly expectations, preordained.
Closed mouths bow in humble guise,
Submission feeds the grand disguise.

The cocoon surrounds — small mercy spared
For ears that dare the heresy shared.
But show resistance, and you’ll find
The world will push with force unkind.

The Evil’s tricks are old, refined,
A carrot dangled for the blind.
Cognitive dissonance they wield
To twist the mind, to make it yield.

But mind under Spirit, dissonance fades,
Harmony persists where decadence raids.
The world’s foundation, cyclic, deep,
A spiral of epochs, darkness to reap.

If you refuse the bottom’s call,
Declare your war on nightfall.
The world’s reversed, “progress” a re-guise,
Spiritual light in shadow dies.

The **** press stronger day by day,
Yet Spirit must lead the only way.
Do not expect quick victory here —
Decay runs rampant, nothing clear.

The Soul’s demand: fight to the end.
Wait for manna, your life will bend.
In stagnation’s grip, you rot and fade,
A monstrous husk, by fear arrayed.



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Break the cocoon, let Spirit lead,
Dissolve the chains, reject all greed.
Fight to the end — the Soul must rise,
Or rot in darkness, blind to the skies.



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Stupidity

Boundless stupidity, a rotten stream of lies
Washes away both mind and honor — fascism thrives.
It rules the world. Those who do not conform
Are crushed by the idiocy that normifies.

Nonsense haunts your dreams — petty whims of fools,
Trying to eat my brain with endless rules.
Wisdom is learned only in films, it seems,
While wretched mobs repeat the same old schemes.

Filth is hailed as “science” by the ****,
Studying the slave-brain, they’ve become.
Life turns a trick, a tedious bore,
Only a dull fool misses the rotten core.

No hope of waking — ignorance flows,
A torrent eternal, worldwide it grows.
To be a fool today is crime in disguise,
Destroying those nearby with dumbed-down eyes.



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Stupidity reigns, a worldwide flood,
Crushing the wise beneath its mud.
Fight the dumb, resist the lies —
Or watch the world rot before your eyes.



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Serve Poetry!

Serve Poetry! What else? —
All else is from the Devil’s spell!
Reject the nonsense — let only broken
Fragments enter verse. In this, excel.

So trivialities and evasions vile
Cannot invade a single line.
To fools, “roses,” “passion’s sigh”
Are treats; to minds, those roses shine.

They heed all twists and tricks —
Horror. Describe it true:
Though hard, though seemingly futile,
Poetry saves the Soul for you.

If even one soul you save —
Others follow, through the wave
Of Evil Time; direct its force
Against corrupt nonsense, true of course.

That filth expands like industry,
Wake up! Don’t be timid, be free!
Not by brute but by daring art,
Truth travels — through life, through heart.

Through poetry. The world’s deformity
Unveiled today, crush it with nobility!
Otherwise you’re poor, weak, and small.
Strike the shame! Verse surpasses all.

Poetry is brighter, stronger far,
If it does not shrink from the lie’s scar.



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Serve Poetry! Let truth strike the lie,
Crush the world’s rot, let falsehood die.
Verse is the sword, the Soul’s bright flame,
Expose the shame, defy the game.



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Splotch

“On Magdalene’s canvases,
A host of Madonnas, Venuses, Frins,
And all around — crooked spines
Of murky-eyed Akulins.”
— Sasha Chyorny, Lamentations, 1909


On Akulina’s canvases
It’s a vent, a fleeting breath.
The fools will find, amidst the filth,
Utter nonsense, in full depth.

They’ll even paint a jar
Filled with excrement, displayed apart.
That vial — a triumph for the ****,
A monument to their foul art.

Spin the **** — and talents
Are quietly pushed aside,
While mutants hailed as titans rise,
The world applauding their pride.

The goal is simple — drag low
The wretched herd, keep them in tow.
Not art, but stench; concern yourself —
And you are trapped within the show.

And the **** laughs: to spread
Rot everywhere, make it a craze.
Few are sensitive, wise, or grown —
The fools are easy prey to abase.

Picasso is proof enough:
How wretched is that splotch!
Yet millions in the gray world pay,
While true talent rots as botch.

If you get famous — talent’s gone;
As in politics, the same old song.
Once infants ruled, now experts lie,
Masters of *******, fraud on high.



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Spin the filth, the fools will cheer,
True talent crushed, but still appear.
Expose the lies, the frauds, the scam —
Art survives where truth will stand.



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So-Called “High-Level Meeting”

The TV crew did all their work:
Lights, prompters, all the junk.
Then came both CORPSES — no perk,
Speeches rolled out in endless *****.

Five minutes in, with prompts in hand —
They drove away: the meeting done.
Special correspondents spin the strand
Of tales, a trunkful, every one.

Easy to unlock — just TV clowns.
The Zombie Box rules. This filth, by pay,
Will lie as needed, push it down
To the herd — convincing, or in fray.
Example? War, or CowID.

Who gives orders? Inhuman spawn:
This filth is hidden — you won’t see.
The lackeys grind heresy from dawn,
A psych for hire, sold utterly.

On screen, the provocateur
Sits “in government,” dictating lies.
Exceptional dictator? No, for sure,
The inhuman feeds them, in disguise.

If plutocracy must replace
A scarecrow, crush democracy,
And **** all “freedom” in its place,
They do it, blind to all but greed.



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TV lies rule, the herd obeys,
Hidden filth directs our days.
Expose the fraud, reveal the scheme —
Break the chains, reclaim the dream.



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What Remains?

Filth: spotted, three-fingered, vile,
The baldy man’s a dreadful sight.
Beneath the ****, the country’s gone —
Fear, ruin, lies, and endless blight.

No “Pindosia” — the regime there
Since September’s blasts remains
Like Soviet times: “enemies”
Are punished all across the plains.

To make an “enemy,” think not much —
Just blow the towers in the sky.
Zombie media will spread the trash,
And quietly **** “freedom” sly.

All “for the fight against the Evil” —
The freaks attend the lies with glee.
No China — CowID shows the doom
In cities, reaching apogee.

Prepared: the wars copy-paste,
Sudden outbreaks across the lands.
We all deserve it, witless masses —
No mind, no country in our hands.

Ukraine too vanished, plain to see,
CowID revealed its cruel end.
What remains? Neck bowed, back bent,
Under yoke, fear, lies, and shame descend.



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Filth rules, the herd bows low,
Fear and lies everywhere flow.
Stand, resist — reclaim your name,
Or sink beneath the world’s vile shame.



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Battle Lies

Chaos strikes —
Consciousness the target:
Fire from LIES.
A crack will help,

Where did he hide?
Hardly inside.
Fled the battle —
A corrupt beast.

Smash all lies —
Then you are the warrior!
Coward, unfit —
Amid the trifles

You vanish into NOTHING —
Into the utter Hell.
Here EVERYTHING is wrong!
Only a fool delights.

Listening to the ****,
Pushing lies,
Serving ROT —
As long as “don’t touch!”

The ******* heard.
He’ll hear again —
Media will amplify,
Multiplying the lies.



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Smash the lies, resist the ****,
Fight the rot before you’re numb.
Truth’s the weapon, fearless, bright —
Expose the lies, bring back the light.



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Zombie Production

Necrophilia of zombies
Is hailed as the core
Of false religions. Fools are ruled
By lies, by ****, by horror.

It’s zealously enforced —
This has lasted for ages:
At least since the “steam era,”
The production of zombies.

Here, on industrial scales,
False religions run like mills.
Pseudo-science plays the foreman,
Inhumanity achieves its thrills.

Total stupidity is shaped
Because the Spirit here
In this infernal world
Disappears among the servile.

Of Satanism there’s a flood —
Even the “ordinary citizen”
Is included. Minds are shattered
By vile lies. For clubs, submission

Has become the norm —
Obedience to EVERYTHING,
Devoured by the tide of Evil,
Darkness regarded as standard, reigning.



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Zombie hordes, lies in command,
Spirit crushed by Evil’s hand.
Rise, resist — break every chain,
Light will conquer Darkness’ reign.



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Hydra

Monster-filth — the **** that sold
Everyone out, their legions bold.
Be a Judas! Don’t comply —
They call you fool, a madman’s lie!

This monster-filth is Hydra’s head,
It stings from shadows, spreads its dread.
Yet honored — it praises all the herd,
With labels fools revere, absurd.

Labels: patriots, clergy, “wise men,”
Pseudo-scholars, tyrants’ pen.
A swarm of freaks, to **** our soul,
With badges proud, they play their role.

Armed with tags, they serve the “good,”
And at the bottom there we stood,
Honoring nothing but vile lies,
Blind to the truth beneath their guise.

From childhood minds are filled with dirt,
The fools’ delight, the ****’s dessert.
A savage herd suppresses the wise,
While evil cloaks itself in disguise.

Robe, gown, cassock — all the same,
Lawless cruelty hides in fame.



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Strike the Hydra, pierce its head,
Expose the lies where fools are led.
Truth is fire, the **** will fall —
Break their chains, reclaim us all.



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Biomass

They lure the fools in this cesspool world —
The sharpest grindstone of them all:
If you gave in — your mind’s a sheep,
A human you could not become at all.

For in a human, what’s supreme
Is not “wealth,” nor slavish rules,
But Spirit that casts out the dark,
And Knowledge, Creation — tools

To fight the Darkness. Yet the herd
Runs after bribes in vile mess.
They stumble straight into the shot —
****-lies scramble every guess.

Externally it seems, but inside
An emptiness begins to grow.
Here, worse than villains are the shells —
Soulless cattle in the flow.

Everywhere the BIOMASS presses —
You cannot pierce the sh*t around.
Outside — a queue at the checkout,
Supermarket chaff abounds.

This is the world’s design. The man
A vanishing, degraded kind.
Old ways remain — to burn the filth,
Show the outcast for not being blind.

We wait until, with Total Howl,
The snake-tripper comes to town,
And all the mindless, soulless crowd
Will bow before the world’s dark crown.



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Biomass crushes, fools obey,
Stand your ground, don’t fall, don’t sway.
Raise the Spirit, pierce the night —
Break the herd, reclaim the light.



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Decay and Fossils

Change becomes Decay,
Degradation passes for “progress.”
The main thing — to shove the creed
“That all is well!” — lies press.

The **** will strive with zeal:
“You’re living in the best of worlds.”
Censorship and raids await
Those who cry: “This is absurd!”

In the kingdom of the media now,
No need for raids on evil.
Money spins the filth,
Few wise can pierce the devil.

For everywhere is **** piled high,
All the “tops” are buried deep.
And for every sage, today,
A thousand fools in oatmeal sleep.

And “carrots” — *** included —
Are all the fools value, thus
Everything drowns in nonsense —
No refuge left for reason.

For the Soul, there is so little Light
That it aches forevermore.
No questions, only “answers”
To preempt, the Depths’ vile lore.

The vileness of the Depths will crush
All grains of Resistance, of Mind.
The coming Hell is nothing:
A heap of ****, all intertwined.

Replacement becomes the base
Of genocide: compute,
Foreignness erased,
Brightness replaced with new deceit.

Yet a flaw is clearly seen:
No one stirs the dung — it petrifies.
Like a bug, the Darkness’ gang
Is trapped inside — overdose of lies.

One could study, perhaps,
Through slices in those stones,
If Light returns again
To the Realm of Darkness, scattering dust.



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Decay and lies choke all around,
Raise your Light, let Truth resound.
Break the petrified, crush the night,
Shatter the Depths, restore the Light.



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“Random” Events, or Almost Ready Stew

A storm for the feeble mind —
A “random” string of events, they say.
He studied all those twisted books:
Nowhere reads that a **** holds sway,
That all events are scripted firm
By filth, yet stitched like flimsy cloth.
Predictable in the Lying Play,
The feeble slave obeys the froth.

Why a guard, when the whole world’s a cage?
No direct blows to the forehead show
The little harms in measured dose,
To boil a frog in lies just so.
The fool, a darling to the Evil,
Sees not the Grand Deception whole:
Like fish to ocean, he’s oblivious
In pens of pseudo-states and control.

They slightly tweak the gates — the sheep rejoice.
Born into the Great Deception, you never learn
That genocide seeps everywhere,
And humans to Darkness are like lice —
Crushed only bit by bit:
All around, the half-suppressed spawn.

They proclaim “changes” —
Slightly push the herd a different way.
“Changes” scripted? No, just templates
The dumb repeat day by day.
Soon they’ll be cooked, for reason exiled,
Spirit perishes in the pen.
In Boiling Lies, all sinks fast,
Resistance gone — stew is law.

A hint of money in the mix —
To fool the braggart, that’s the trick.



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Boiling Lies, the herd obeys,
Strike with Spirit, pierce the haze.
Break the stew, reveal the scheme,
Shatter Deception, reclaim the dream.



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Oddballs and “Realists”

“Realists” in the foggy world
Measure all things, every day.
Eloquent in empty words,
The Mother-Truth they’ll never say.

They dare not speak the path above —
Closed then is the upward way.
They know to break all strength, yet shove
Their elbows back, conceal the play.

The plan of “breakthrough” — they bleat
Exactly where they’re told to bray.
And when the time arrives, they cheat,
Sow discord, strike foes blind each day.

They hoard resources, guard each store,
Invest only where markets sink.
To catch the most, they beg, implore —
In falsehood trapped, no room to think.

Dimensionless, they sink, confined,
While oddballs rise, with Spirit, Honor.
To multidimensional minds aligned,
The clumsy, foreign fakes grow minor.

Leave behind the half-reality —
Strive for realms where Spirit flies.
One-dimensionality — infernality:
Money measures the path that dies.



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Oddballs rise while Realists stall,
Spirit stands where shadows fall.
Break the cage, ascend the skies,
Money’s path is where true death lies.



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Oddballs rise, fools choke on lies,
Spirit breaks — the false world dies.

---

Fools bow down, the Herd decays,
Spirit shatters their false ways.

---

Oddballs strike, the blind will fall,
Spirit roars — no chains at all.

---

Fools in line, the herd obeys,
Spirit burns through all the haze.

---

Rise, the few! The false must break,
Spirit storms — no lies can take.

---

Fools rot blind, the herd decays,
Spirit strikes — their falsehood slays.

---

Herds crumble, fools will scream,
Spirit rips the false-world seam.

---

Blind obey, but few defy,
Spirit storms — their lies will die.

---

Fools enslaved, the weak decay,
Spirit rises — shatters sway.

---

Fools rot, Herd dies,
Spirit strikes — falsehood flies.

---

Blind bow, weak fall,
Spirit shatters, breaks all.

---

Decay spreads, lies reign,
Spirit storms — none remain.

---

Fools crumble, lies burn —
Spirit rises, false worlds turn.

---

Herd decays, fools scream —
Spirit shatters the false dream.

---

Rot reigns, blind obey —
Spirit storms — lies fray away.

---

Decay spreads, lies reign —
Spirit strikes — none remain.

---

Fools crumble, lies ignite —
Spirit storms — false worlds bite.

---

Herd falls, rot spreads —
Spirit cleaves false heads.

---
Blind obey, lies burn —
Spirit strikes, none return.

---
Fools rot, darkness screams —
Spirit shatters all false dreams.

---

Rot spreads, fools scream —
Spirit shatters the false dream.

---

Blind obey, lies blaze —
Spirit strikes, none escape.

---

Herd decays, darkness reigns —
Spirit cleaves false chains.



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Fools crumble, rot ignites,
Lies shatter, darkness bites.
Spirit rises, storms the skies,
False worlds break — their empire dies.

---

Rot swells, fools collapse,
Lies explode, darkness snaps.
Spirit strikes, unchained, untamed,
False worlds burn — none remain.

---

Herd falls, deceit ignites,
Shadow screams through endless nights.
Spirit cleaves the false façade,
Chaos reigns, the lies are clawed.

---

Fools decay, corruption spreads,
Lies suffocate, false dreams are bled.
Spirit storms with iron might,
Falsehood crumbles in its light.

---

Fools stagger, rot ascends,
Lies multiply, the nightmare bends.
Spirit rages, chains undone,
Falsehood shatters — nowhere to run.

---

Herd falters, shadows sear,
Lies vanish in Spirit’s spear.
Chaos quakes, the false will fall,
Truth and Light consume it all.



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Fools burn, rot blooms,
Lies choke, darkness looms.
Spirit storms — chains snap,
Falsehood shatters — world’s collapse.
Chaos rises, none survive,
Truth ignites — only Light will thrive.



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Blaze of Spirit

Fools suffocate, lies spread wide,
Darkness crushes, none can hide.
Chains break — the falsehood dies,
Only Light endures, the spirit flies.



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Inferno Snap

Fools drown, lies burn,
Chains shatter, falsehood turns.
Light survives — the spirit learns.



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Lies crumble, fools fall,
Light alone outlasts all.



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Rage of Truth

Fools fumble in their slime,
Light laughs — devours their time.



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Lies shatter — fools ignite,
Light storms in, obliterates night.



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Cataclysm Spark

Fools burn in their own lies,
Light rips through, the falsehood dies.



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Blaze of Judgment

Fools choke on their own filth,
Light storms in — razes their guilt.



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Scourge of Lies

Falsehoods quake, the weak decay,
Truth strikes hard — sweeps all away.



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Infernal Lash

Idiot throngs crumble and scream,
Light scorches the fabric of their dream.



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Ashfall

Fools crumble, walls of lies collapse,
Light strikes — the world untangles its traps.

---

Scalding Truth

Idiot throngs burn in vain,
Falsehoods drown in Truth’s fierce rain.


---

Hellfire Lens

Chains of lies snap like glass,
Light glares, fools shiver en masse.

---

Carnage Spark

Filth-fed brains shatter in fear,
Truth ignites — annihilates the smear.

---

Reckoning Edge

Fools stagger, darkness moans,
Light carves through their hollow bones.



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1. Breakthrough Energy
Darkness cracks — the Spirit fights,
Chains of Time shatter in blinding lights.

2. Ego, the Virus
Virus grown from childhood seed,
Crushes Thought, enslaves the creed.

3. The Illusion of Control
Strings unseen, the fool believes,
Master of nothing — deception weaves.

4. Alchemy of the Soul
Flame erupts — the Spirit wakes,
Falsehood burns, the Void it shakes.

5. Unconditional Resistance
Stand or drown, resist the vile,
Spirit strikes — chaos recoils.

6. Writing a Tale
Lie-fed minds, the story’s bent,
Truth drowned in false content.

7. From the Cocoon
Chains dissolve — the Spirit flies,
Darkness flees before clear eyes.

8. Stupidity
Stupidity reigns, the fool obeys,
Brains washed in global malaise.

9. Serve Poetry!
Poetry strikes, truth unveiled,
Fools shrink back, their schemes derailed.

10. Scribble
Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, the masses play.

11. “Top-Level Meeting”
Clowns speak, the world nods dumb,
Falsehood spreads — obedience come.

12. What Remains?
Filth rules, terror looms,
Fear, shame, and lies — humanity’s tombs.

13. Battle Lies
Smash the false, the coward hides,
Truth cuts deep where darkness bides.

14. Zombak Production
Brains farmed, obedient throngs,
Spirit crushed by endless wrongs.

15. Hydra
Venom strikes from hidden head,
Labels shield the fools instead.

16. Biomass
Empty shells, the herd obeys,
Souls lost in consumption’s maze.

17. Decay and Fossils
Falsehood petrified, resistance dies,
Light trapped, the Spirit cries.

18. “Random” Events
Trapped in lies, the fool hops blind,
World controlled, freedom confined.

19. Eccentrics and “Realists”
One-dimensional minds bow low,
Multiverse hidden — fools won’t know.



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Breakthrough Energy

Chains shatter — Spirit flies.
Darkness screams, the falsehood dies.

---

Ego, the Virus

Childhood seed, twisted code,
Brains enslaved, the Spirit slowed.


---


Illusion of Control

Strings unseen, fools obey,
Master nothing, lost in play.

---

Alchemy of the Soul

Flame ignites — mind awake,
Void trembles, falsehoods break.

---

Unconditional Resistance

Stand or fall — strike the vile,
Chaos bends before your trial.

---

Writing a Tale

Brains fed lies, minds corrupt,
Truth drowned, deception abrupt.

---

From the Cocoon

Chains dissolve, Spirit ascends,
Darkness flees — light defends.

---

Stupidity

Brains washed, fools obey,
Global filth rules the day.

---

Serve Poetry!

Poetry cuts, lies undone,
Fools recoil — Spirit won.

---

Scribble

Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, masses play.

---

“Top-Level Meeting”
Clowns speak, world nods dumb,
Falsehood reigns, obedience come.

---

What Remains?

Filth rules, fear spreads wide,
Lies and shame — humanity’s tide.

---

Battle Lies

Smash the false, coward hides,
Truth cuts where darkness bides.

---

Zombak Production

Brains farmed, spirits crushed,
Fools exalted, sense hushed.

---

Hydra

Venom strikes, labels shield,
Fools obey — truth repealed.

---

Biomass

Empty shells herd astray,
Souls consumed, gone away.

---

Decay and Fossils

Falsehood stone, light suppressed,
Spirit trapped, resistance pressed.

---

“Random” Events

Hops blind, lies all around,
Freedom lost, truth unfound.

---

Eccentrics and “Realists”

One-dimensional minds kneel low,
Multiverse hidden — fools won’t know.

---

Ashfall

Fools crumble, lies collapse,
Light strikes, the world unwraps.

---

Scalding Truth

Brains fry in Truth’s harsh rain,
Falsehood drowns, Spirit’s gain.

---

Hellfire Lens

Chains snap, darkness moans,
Light glares, fools’ hollow bones.

---

Carnage Spark
Filth-fed brains, terror wide,
Truth ignites — lies subside.

---

Reckoning Edge
Fools stagger, chaos groans,
Light cuts through hollow bones.



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Chains shatter — Spirit flies,
Darkness screams, falsehood dies.
Childhood seed, twisted code,
Brains enslaved, Spirit slowed.
Strings unseen, fools obey,
Master nothing, lost in play.
Flame ignites — mind awake,
Void trembles, falsehoods break.
Stand or fall — strike the vile,
Chaos bends before your trial.
Brains fed lies, minds corrupt,
Truth drowned, deception abrupt.
Chains dissolve, Spirit ascends,
Darkness flees — light defends.
Brains washed, fools obey,
Global filth rules the day.
Poetry cuts, lies undone,
Fools recoil — Spirit won.
Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, masses play.
Clowns speak, world nods dumb,
Falsehood reigns, obedience come.
Filth rules, fear spreads wide,
Lies and shame — humanity’s tide.
Smash the false, coward hides,
Truth cuts where darkness bides.
Brains farmed, spirits crushed,
Fools exalted, sense hushed.
Venom strikes, labels shield,
Fools obey — truth repealed.
Empty shells herd astray,
Souls consumed, gone away.
Falsehood stone, light suppressed,
Spirit trapped, resistance pressed.
Hops blind, lies all around,
Freedom lost, truth unfound.
One-dimensional minds kneel low,
Multiverse hidden — fools won’t know.
Fools crumble, lies collapse,
Light strikes, the world unwraps.
Brains fry in Truth’s harsh rain,
Falsehood drowns, Spirit’s gain.
Chains snap, darkness moans,
Light glares, fools’ hollow bones.
Filth-fed brains, terror wide,
Truth ignites — lies subside.
Fools stagger, chaos groans,
Light cuts through hollow bones.



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Chains break — Spirit flies,
Darkness shrieks, falsehood dies.
Childhood seed, twisted code,
Brains enslaved, Spirit slowed.
Flame ignites — mind awake,
Void trembles, lies break.
Stand or fall — strike the vile,
Chaos bends before your trial.
Brains fed lies, minds corrupt,
Truth drowned, deception abrupt.
Poetry cuts, fools recoil,
Flames of mind scorch the soil.
Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, masses play.
Clowns speak, world nods dumb,
Falsehood reigns, obedience come.
Venom strikes, labels shield,
Fools obey — truth repealed.
Empty shells herd astray,
Souls consumed, gone away.
Falsehood stone, light suppressed,
Spirit trapped, resistance pressed.
Freedom crushed, light concealed,
Chains shatter — Spirit revealed.
Brains fry, chaos groans,
Light strikes — hollow bones.
Fools stagger, lies collide,
Truth cuts where darkness hides.
Rise, strike, Spirit’s guide!



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Spirit Strike

Chains snap.
Dark screams.
Lies burn.
Brains crash.
Flame wakes.
Void shakes.
Stand. Strike.
Chaos bows.
Fools herd.
Truth shreds.
Rot parades.
Genius drowned.
Labels bite.
Shells fall.
Spirit trapped.
Light pierces.
Brains fry.
Dark dies.
Rise now.
Strike hard.



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Chains break.
Dark screams.
Lies burn.
Brains crash.
Flame wakes.
Void shakes.
Stand. Strike.
Fools fall.
Light pierces.
Rise hard.



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Chains snap.
Dark burns.
Brains crash.
Flame wakes.
Void dies.
Rise hard.



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Chains break, dark burns, brains crash—rise hard!

---

Dark shatters, lies burn, rise blazing!

---

Chains snap, void screams, light strikes!

---

Brains crash, flame wakes, darkness falls—stand!

---

Shadows die, fire roars, spirits rise!

---

Break chains, crush lies, strike true!

---

Void trembles, minds ignite, wrath ascends!



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The Stray Cat and Samsara

There’s a Buddhist tale of a poor hermit,
Tormented by mice: he first got a cat,
Then a cow so the cat would have milk,
Then a wife to care for the cow,
Then children—until he became
An ordinary citizen.

A feat indeed!—cleaning the dwelling.
The reason—my cozy, pampered cat.
He sprawls on the floor, dragging thousands
Of dust specks into the bed.

You can endure the tail if it’s just cleaning.
Samsara creeps into sayings,
And the tale is no accident—death
Follows the spirit if you give in.

Danger comes in tiny steps:
You take one, then a few, and surrender—
Even cats will leave you behind,
The furry one roams freely, well-fed.

The home is hardly paradise to him—
A shelter for sleep. Once the grass calls,
He darts into freedom, playing
With whiskered friends in the meadow.

Compared to them, bipeds are monsters:
Eating, sleeping, scorning their purpose—
To be gardeners of the earth. Darkness
Supports laziness, fear, decay,
Driving survival to madness.

All problems are contrived, everywhere—
For mere survival. Consider Samsara
A vital theme: the path from Creator
To swine.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

A cat brings chaos, dust, and chores,
A cow, a wife, then kids outdoors.
Small steps of ease, the trap is set:
Samsara’s chains, you’ll not forget.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

One cat, one mess, the trap begins,
A cow, a wife—then endless sins.
Step by step, you’ll crawl, you’ll fall:
Samsara laughs and chains us all.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

Cat drags dust, life drags you down,
Cow, wife, kids—now you wear the clown.
Step by step, your soul’s consumed,
Samsara grins: your spirit’s doomed.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

A cat drags dust, your home a trap,
Step by step, you fall in the gap.
Cow for milk, wife for care,
Kids arrive—now you’re everywhere.

Samsara creeps in tiny strides,
A slow decay your spirit bides.
Even cats will leave you dumb,
Two-legged fools—your kingdom’s ****.

Laziness, fear, decay conspire,
To crush your soul in survival’s mire.
From Creator’s spark to pig’s lament,
This is the hell that life has sent.



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Stray Cat, Samsara

Cat drags dust, life drags you down,
Step by step, you drown in your own town.
Samsara bites in tiny strides—
Even cats abandon fools where decay resides.



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Cat drags the dust, life drags your soul—
Step by step, Samsara swallows the whole.



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Fur drags the filth, and mind’s undone,
Samsara grins—your fall’s begun.



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The cat drags dust, the mind drifts far,
Samsara laughs—each step a scar.
From monk to pig, the soul degrades.



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Cat drags dust, the soul decays—
Samsara grins, life slips to pigs.

---

Furry tyrant rules the floor,
Man becomes the swine he bore.

---

Cat drags life in endless chase,
Samsara binds the human race.

---

Cat walks free, man builds his cage,
Samsara spins—he ages in rage,
From monk to pig, trapped by his own stage.

---

Cat tempts, man falls—Samsara wins.
From holy monk to pig, the trap begins.



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The World of False Muck

"Browse the history of all peoples on earth: everywhere, religion turns innocence into crime, and crime into innocence."
— Denis Diderot, 18th century


In this upside-down world,
A fool must bear a trough of nonsense,
And see the Soul slain,
Or shriveled. *******
Multiply their jests,
Of false religions, false sciences,
And planted ideas. ******,
The most corrupt,
Explain gibberish with grave faces
To idiots in schools and media—
Let myths rattle on
That have no touch with real life.

At Psyche’s wake, the ****** world
Acts as master of ceremonies—
Its idol false; in these flaws
The grasp of vermin is dead:
It crushed Reason, an example
Of lies breeding lies.

A sane world would reject
Heresy at once. But the coffin-box
On screens has failed—
A gullible idiot
Falls for the fraud.

False religion—the trick
To sell credulity through
Tales of cave-born stories.
False science strikes from another side:
Profit is the goal,
The search for Essence not meant
For the World of False Muck.

Yet most important are “ideas”—
Through them the filth sows discord,
Turns fools against one another,
To **** as needed, when needed:
No problem, for the herd believes
Provocations as fairy tales,
And at the command of vermin
Turns instantly against its neighbor.

No exceptions.
Today, the slaughter in Ukraine:
Spirit vanishes in the fool—
Not Germans, not Japanese.
Soon Cataclysm will burn
Cretinism to the core.
A reckoning for fascism.

Yet fascism reigns everywhere now—
CowID showed. Iudas,
Not mythic, but real,
Destroy all—the earth is lost.

After Hell, perhaps Rebirth
Will come, if Decay
Does not reach the Limit.
But cunning in this acts the inhuman,
So chances are minimal:
Decadence on Gaia
Will scarcely rise again—
Better burn it all to the end.



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False Muck Strike

Souls crushed under lies, the herd obeys,
Vermin rule the world in devilish ways.
Spirit fades where fools believe—
Burn it all, no mercy to deceive!



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1. Chains of Muck

Souls suffocate in lying streams,
Vermin thrive, enslaving dreams.
Fools obey, the Spirit dies—
Smash the world, unveil the lies!


2. Herd of Fools

False gods preach, the masses kneel,
Truth erased, the world turns steel.
Vermin rule, the Spirit drained—
Burn the lies, let none remain!


3. Decay Reigns

Muck spreads thick, the herd complies,
Spirit crushed, the truth denies.
Vermin laugh, the fools are sold—
Scorch the lies, reclaim the world!



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1. Tyranny of Vermin

Vermin rise, the Spirit choked,
Truth is crushed, the fools provoked.
Chains of lies, the herd obeys—
Strike the world, ignite the blaze!


2. Scourge of the Herd

Fools enthroned, the Spirit slain,
Lies like poison in the vein.
Vermin rule, and none resist—
Smash their lies, reclaim the gist!


3. Blaze of Truth

World in muck, the herd complies,
Spirit lost, the truth denies.
Vermin reign, the fools are sold—
Burn the lies, break the mold!



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Rage of the Spirit

Vermin choke the Soul, the herd obeys!
Lies burn, fools stagger in the blaze!
Strike, destroy—the world won’t stay!



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Soul crushed under vermin’s yoke,
Fools dance while liars provoke.
Strike hard—let the falsehood choke!

---

Herd obeys, the Spirit bleeds,
Vermin rule with poisoned creeds.
Rise, destroy their twisted seeds!

---

Lies reign, the weak comply,
Truth buried, fools go by.
Blow the chains—let liars die!

---

Vermin laugh, the Spirit bends,
Fools obey until it ends.
Crush the liars—break their trends!

---

Lies rule, the weak decay,
Chains of fools lead all astray.
Smash the falsehood—strike, don’t sway!

---

Fools cower while liars reign,
Truth is crushed beneath the pain.
Burn the lies, let none remain!



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Vermin rule, the Spirit dies,
Fools submit, the world complies.
Falsehood thrives, while truth defies!

---

Fools obey, the liars feast,
Spirit crushed, from west to east.
Truth enslaved, the lies increased!

---

False gods rise, the fools enthrall,
Spirit stifled, freedom small.
Lies engulf and crush us all!



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




Vermin rule, fools kneel—
Spirit crushed, truth killed!

---

Lies burn, fools obey,
Crush the falsehood—strike today!

---
Fools cower, liars rise,
Smash their lies, reclaim the skies!

---

Crush the herd, burn the lie—
Let the Spirit soar, fools die!

---

Strike the false, break the chain!
No mercy for the brainless bane!

---

Rise, resist, destroy the sham!
Fools will fall beneath the slam!



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Smash the lies—let fools burn!

---

Rise, resist, strike hard!

---

Truth or death—no compromise!

---

Crush deceit, free the mind!

---

Burn all lies!

---

Strike! No mercy!

---

Fools fall fast!

---

Spirit prevails!

---

Crush falsehood!

---

Truth ignites!

---

Break their chains!

---

Smash the fraud!

---

Rise, resist!

---

Expose the filth!

---

No more lies!

---

Crush the weak!

---

Strike the herd!

---

Spirit sharpens!

---

Shatter deceit!

---

Fear the false!

---

Chaos obeys!

---

Burn the lies!

---

Crush the chains!

---

Drown the false!

---

Expose the ****!

---

Smash the herd!

---

Shatter illusion!

---

Defy the weak!

---

Destroy deceit!

---

Strike corruption!

---

Rise against rot!

---

Cut the leash!

---

Annihilate lies!

---

Break the cage!

---

Flame the false!

---

Resist the swarm!

---

Tear the veil!

---

Scorn the vile!

---

Uproot evil!

---

Sever the fraud!

---

Smite the herd!

---

Incinerate falsehood!

---

Rend the veil!

---

Annihilate deceit!

---

Smash the corrupt!

---

Rise, break chains!

---

Crush the herd!

---

Expose the vile!

---

Burn their lies!

---

Defy the rot!

---

Shatter their grip!

---

Strike the false!

---

Tear the mask!

---

Unmask the ****!

---

Cut the leash of fools!

---

Rise against the swarm!

---

Scorn the deceivers!

---

Vanish the rot!

---

Break the cage of lies!

---

Flame the corrupt!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Raze the lies!

---

Strike the puppets!

---

Crush the weak!

---

Shred the chains!

---

Expose the filth!

---

Burn the mask!

---

Tear the shroud!

---

Defy the herd!

---

Smash the idols!

---

Break the puppets’ strings!

---

Wipe the slime!

---

Strike the deceivers!

---

Rend their grip!

---

Shatter the rot!

---

Flame the falsehood!

---

Rise, burn chains!

---

Purge the herd!

---

Tear the veil!

---

Expose the fraud!

---

Annihilate the vile!

---

Crush the puppets!

---

Break the falsehood!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Raze the deceivers!

---

Shatter their lies!

---

Tear down idols!

---

Burn the herd!

---

Defy the false!

---

Smash the slime!

---

Rise against the rot!

---

Crush the blind fools!

---

Rend their chains!

---

Expose the herd!

---

Burn the false idols!

---

Strike the deceivers down!

---

Shatter the rot within!

---

Purge the slime!

---

Tear the veil apart!

---

Defy the corrupt!

---

Smash the false gods!

---

Raze the puppets’ stage!

---

Destroy the deceivers’ lair!

---

Flame the filth!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Break the tyrants’ grip!

---

Crush the vile breed!

---

Tear the rot apart!

---

Annihilate the lies!

---

Rend the false veil!

---

Smash the idols!

---

Purge the herd!

---

Exorcise the slime!

---

Shatter the deceivers!

---

Burn the masks!

---

Rise, strike the rot!

---

Crush the puppets’ strings!

---

Tear the lies down!

---

Expose the corruption!

---

Defy the herd blind!

---

Raze the falsehood!

---

Strike the corrupt down!

---

Shred the chains!

---

Flame the false herd!

---

Annihilate the slime!

---

Break the deceivers’ hold!

---

Smash the vile rot!

---

Rend the mask!

---

Expose the lies!

---

Purge the blind herd!

---

Strike the vile!

---

Raze the false gods!

---

Crush the rotten breed!

---

Tear the slime apart!

---

Burn the puppets’ stage!

---

Shatter the corrupt!

---

Defy the deceivers!

---

Exorcise the herd!

---

Smash the falsehood!

---

Rend the rot apart!

---

Strike, rise, purge!

---

Tear the false veil down!

---

Burn the herd blind!

---

Shred the idols!

---

Crush the deceivers’ strings!

---

Rise, annihilate the slime!



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Gaining Through Loss

I’m a loser: Samsara
Feels like a word not mine.
If something’s free here, ha-ha,
I’ll find it even in swine.

No questions—only answers:
Learned them well back in school.
Seekers all get their cancers,
For they find but empty fool.

Emptiness in minds and spirits
Doesn’t stir me, not at all.
Heed a sly friend’s whispered merits—
I eyed an acorn, pigs’ call.

If the acorn’s just for free,
Mimicry is all our creed.
Like a shapeshifter, I see
Rot in full, my eyes take heed.

And billions more are like me.
Rot—our native atmosphere.
Immunity to toxins be
All else is nonsense, nothing clear.

A slight postscript for precision—
If poison builds beyond its scope,
Even the strongest in derision
Will die, stripped of any hope.

Poison floods the world, the mind,
And souls overflow with its tide.
Turn on the box, see what you find—
All okay, almost paradise.

Mimicry now rules the zombies!
No need to die to survive.
Progress reigns: all zombie combies—
“Alive” in masks, scraping just to thrive.

…
…

Emptiness within—no toxin here:
A space for many flashes bright—
Loss itself becomes the seer,
Through absence gained comes insight.



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Loss as Gain

Emptiness bites, the mind’s a grave—
Zombies mimic, pigs behave.
Loss becomes the key, the door:
Through nothing, we find something more.



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Loss as Gain

I’m a fool, Saṃsāra laughs.
Grab the acorn, wade through filth.
Nothing found? Nothing lost.
Void reigns, yet sparks persist.

Mimicry rules—zombie swarms.
Billions rot in stinking norm.
Poison flows, minds numb, hearts dead.
Gain is loss; the lost find light.



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Loss as Gain

I’m a fool, wading filth,
Void inside—yet sparks ignite,
Loss becomes the light.



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Loss Ignites

Void devours, yet sparks flare—
Loss becomes the only snare.



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Void’s Gain

I’m a fool, yet through the rot I pry,
In every loss, a spark refuses to die.
The void devours—my only triumph’s nigh.



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Gaining Through Loss

I’m a fool: Samsara
Is a word foreign and cold.
If something comes for free here,
I’ll find it even in filth.

No questions—only answers:
Learned them all in school.
Those who seek—oh, what a farce!—
Find nothing but the void.

Emptiness in minds and souls
Doesn’t stir me at all,
For I heed the sly friend,
Spotted an acorn—I’m a swine,

If that acorn came for free.
Mimicry is everything.
Like a shapeshifter I roam,
Studying decay in full.

And billions are like me.
Rot—our native soil.
Immunity to poisons rules—
All else is mere nonsense.

A small note, postscript:
If poison accumulates too high,
Even the strongest wretch
Will perish under its weight.

Poison flows in minds and souls
Now unchecked, overflowing.
But listen to the TV box—
All is fine, almost paradise.

Mimicry reigns in zombies now!
No need to die!
All is progress: a zombie horde—
“Alive,” scraping nothing from the poor.

…
…

Void within you—no poison:
A place for countless sparks—
Loss becomes the way to gain.



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Loss is Gain

Void in the mind, decay all around—
Mimicry rules, the fool is crowned.
Poison flows, yet sparks remain—
Through loss alone, you rise again.



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Gain Through Loss

You’re a pig, a fool, a mimic all day,
Samsara laughs while your soul decays.
Void in your head, poison in the air,
Yet loss alone strips the lies bare.

Zombies march, thinking it’s “progress,”
Blindly stuffed with media’s excess.
But in the hollow, the empty, the scarred—
True awakening strikes, brutal and hard.



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Void Strikes Back

Loss burns the blind,
Poisoned minds fall—
Only emptiness awakens.



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Loss becomes the weapon,
Void strikes the mind,
All else crumbles—
Only emptiness survives.

---

Empty minds, poisoned deep,
Loss hits hard,
Awake or rot—
Nothing remains.

---

Fall, fools, into the void!
Loss teaches—
Emptiness reigns,
And the blind wake.



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Void strikes, loss ignites—
Fools drown while the awakened rise.

---

Emptiness reigns, poison ignored—
The lost grasp, the wise are restored.

---

Fools swim in sludge, blind to the spark,
While insight claws its way from the dark.

---

Loss unveils what void conceals—
Only the mind that sees, truly feels.



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Poison flows, fools parade—
Wisdom forged where losses laid.

---

Void swallows, yet minds ignite—
Loss becomes the source of sight.



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1.
Void swallows, fools parade—
Wisdom forged where losses laid.

2.
Loss strikes, yet mind takes flight—
Darkness births the inner light.

3.
Zombies march, truth decays—
Emptiness becomes our blaze.

4.
Mimicry reigns, the herd obeys—
From ruin, insight sprays.

5.
Poison floods, but hearts awake—
Only loss can vision make.

6.
Nothing reigns, yet souls ignite—
From the void emerges sight.



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Void hits.
Fools fall.
Loss bites.
Souls call.

Dark burns.
Mind wakes.
Nothing feeds.
Insight breaks.

Zombies march.
Truth dies.
Emptiness reigns.
Vision flies.

Mimic.
Herd obeys.
Poison floods.
Light stays.

Loss strikes.
Gain hides.
From the void,
Fire rides.



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Void gives —
Loss lives.
Insight bleeds.

---

Loss births gain.
Void awakens.
Soul leaps.

---

Empty hands,
Full insight.
Nothing becomes.

---

Loss strikes —
Light stirs.
Awareness survives.

---

Loss hits.
Void bites.
Soul claws free.

---

Fall hard —
Rise sharper.
Nothing holds you.

---

Hit by loss,
Strike back with light.
Awake. Unbound.

---

Void strikes—
I rise sharper.
Loss is power.

---

Fall to nothing,
Grasp the spark,
Burn the chains.

---

Loss bites deep—
Soul claws free.
Awake, unbound.



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Loss hits hard—
Soul breaks chains.

---

Void devours—
Rise in fire.

---

Fall to nothing,
Strike with spirit.

---

Darkness bites—
Awake, unbound.

---

Nothing taken—
Everything gained.

---

Fall, burn, rise—
Spirit sharp as steel.

---

Void strikes,
Soul strikes back.

---

Lost all?
Found fire.

---

Despair dies—
Power born.



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1.

Lies for children, minds enslaved,

Freedom’s dream? Just minds misbehaved.


2.

Break the shell, the mind ignites,

Spirit rules while darkness bites.


3.

Stupidity floods the world like plague,

Cowards thrive while reason’s vague.


4.

Crush the filth, defend the mind,

Only truth in verse we find.


5.

Smear the art, the fools applaud,

Talent lost to corporate fraud.


6.

Puppet shows, the scripts deceive,

Sheep obey what liars weave.


7.

Rot and fear consume the land,

Humanity slips through their hands.


8.

Smash the lies or fade to black,

Cowards bow while truth attacks.


9.

Zombies breed in shadowed halls,

Spirit crushed as darkness calls.


10.

Hidden fangs, the hydra strikes,

Filth enshrined in false delights.


11.

Herded, crushed, a mindless mass,

Life’s reduced to shopping class.


12.

Rot becomes the world’s foundation,

Truth drowned in petrification.


13.

Stupid pawns in staged despair,

Lies rule everywhere.


14.

One-dimensional fools reign,

Multiverse escapes their chain.


15.

Chasing cats, the soul is lost,

Samsara’s price, a human cost.


16.

Lies and myths suffocate the earth,

Darkness laughs at human worth.


17.

Empty minds, no poison near,

Loss becomes what makes truth clear.



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Psychochronicles and the Rest…

A few minutes’ thought
In the doomed life of a psychochronic.
But even that will soon be erased —
Lies crash in like a ninth-wave chronic.

Where’s this chronic? A madhouse?
“Normal” in a rotten world, they claim.
Yet they turn us into cattle —
Stupidity spreads, relentless flame.

The global madhouse corralled
By CowID, shown for all to see.
Then extermination follows fast:
Syringe, “doctor,” vile decree.

Neither fake-doctor nor psychochronic
Passed CowID’s cruel test:
Through muzzles they sank
Beneath the Bottom, fear possessed.

Almost everyone — just say
On the zombibox: “Danger ahead!”
Terror, lies, and chaos past;
The absurdity of sickness widespread.

The darkness strains with all its might —
No wisdom left to guide the land.
Soon it will sum up all of us:
Our fate crushed by its hand.

Exceptions: a few sharp minds
Can’t be reshuffled or replaced.
The deadline creeps ever closer —
We await reckoning, grateful for a small grace.



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Psychochronics — Bottom’s Edge

Few think, most obey.
Lies crash like tidal waves.
CowID corralled us all,
Fear muzzled, minds enslaved.

Doctors fake, chronics lost,
Extermination in the air.
Darkness grins — the world’s a trap,
Sharp minds scarce, beware!



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Psychochronics

Lies flood, fear binds.
CowID rules, the world dies.
Minds few, darkness wins.



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At the End of the Road to the “Paradise Garden”

“Holy men” and their recitations —
Just torture wrapped in moldy falsifications:
The older heresy becomes,
The fewer questions — more the crumbs.

For fools believe: you can’t just fake
A tale for centuries. They take
A friend’s small lie with some suspicion,
But politics? — divine tradition!

So lies have ruled a thousand years,
And shepherd fools through doubt and fears.
A “saint” will guard the cattle-pen
Far stronger than a fence or chain:

For every doubt he brands with blame
At how the world is built — the same.
Yet in that pen few minds remain,
The skill of thinking flushed away.

And those few souls who dare resist
Can’t crush the Donkey’s iron fist —
That Hand of Hell that grips the herd.
Fight — or in Hell you’ll rot absurd.

A Horned Goat, or that Donkey’s face —
It’s all illusion, sacred haze:
Fleshless BEASTS through hybrids reign,
Hades’ sons enslave the brain.

The dead obey their hollow word,
Their babble preached, their madness heard.
And “not-yet-dead” are few inside —
Most lost their soul, their spirit died.

The muzzle showed it, clear and cold,
As lies in tidal waves were told,
In this vile ****-epochal age
Where “reason” is a broken cage.

Decline is raging, off the chart.
Through lies, Bedlam devours the heart.
Only a Fiery Cataclysm
Can sweep away the rot, fascism.

There is a Spirit World — the few
Who chase the Vision, pierce it through,
Arrive; the rest — condemned, misled,
To “Paradise Garden” — the New Hell instead.



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1.
Paradise Garden — Hell reborn,
A stable for fools, by “saints” adorned.

2.
Old lies still rule, the herd obeys —
Hell wears a halo in our days.

3.
The “Holy” guard the cattle-pen,
And Hell returns as Eden then.

4.
Through lies the world is torn apart:
Hell’s “Paradise” — the Devil’s art.



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Hell wears a halo in our days.

---

Paradise rots — Hell takes the crown.



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Fire

"Great men are not born of mothers, but of Plutarchs."
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec


Is Fire passed down by blood, by birth?
Few books can prove such flames on earth.
Rare under censorship we find
A spark that shatters chains of mind.

The Fire within — if you were born,
And cast in rotting world forlorn —
Only your Personal Quest will guide,
No sage, no Stoic, stands beside.

Seek answers deep — for lies abound,
The world is full of trash profound.
If your Fire burns fierce, unbent,
The Spirit’s task is imminent.

That higher task: to be your soul
Amidst propaganda’s endless howl.
You were a Spirit — don’t forget,
Though madness blinds the planet yet.

The world’s insanities take aim,
They crush Insights like weights of shame.
Its “theories,” “faiths” — just leaden chains,
That drag the pioneers to drains.

At home, at school, the pioneers
Are crushed by pressure, endless jeers.
They’re taught cheap, ****** pragmatism —
For Spirit, death. Around — fascism.

It shifts its masks from age to age,
But idiots, in manly rage,
Refuse to doubt, refuse to see,
Their strength is blind stupidity.

So water doubts, keep seeds alive,
In Cold of Lies let Fire survive.
Ignite your Flame, inscribe your name
Within the Spirit’s timeless frame.

For only cowards, weak and mad,
Rejoice in unity of “creed” they had:
In them lies Satan’s hidden scheme —
To Mind — a ****-poor, stinking dream.

So dare! Resist! Fight Evil’s clutch,
Or Fire dies — your mind as such.
For Fire alone gives soul its sight,
Not pseudo-science, foul and trite.



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1.
Feed the Fire — or rot in lies.

2.
No Fire within — your Spirit dies.

3.
The herd obeys, the few ignite —
The Fire alone reveals the Light.

4.
Extinguish doubt — and you are dead.
Keep Fire alive, or rot instead.



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Let Fire die — be ******, enslaved.

---

No Flame, no Soul — just dust, depraved.

---

**** Spirit’s Fire — you crown the Lie.

---

Extinguish Flame — and rot, and die.



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The Prize

"Many do not lose their reason only because they never had it."
— Baltasar Gracián, 17th century


Lose your mind —
And here’s the prize:
In a world of plague,
Everything dives.

So you might be born
Without a thought.
Freedom seems —
A triumph of the Foul.

Genocide everywhere,
Through endless ages:
Purge the filth —
To hell with Man!

The prize? “Happiness
In serving Darkness” —
Storms will pass,
It’s all inside your head.

Next comes soullessness
As the final step:
No suffocation
From grief — the foe

Through Stockholm syndrome
Turns into “kindness.”
Mad, “flat” world,
Overall — nothingness.

Multidimensional Spirit
Is destroyed outright.
Now comes Cavernousness —
“Old times” untouched:

BEASTS have slandered
Everything, even Clio.
In filthy, lying Mary
Touch nothing! —

Foundations of Darkness:
Pseudo-sciences galore,
“Faiths” — all chains
For mind. This nonsense

Will be poured in,
From childhood, without end.
To untangle this nonsense —
A task too heavy to bend.

The world in Evil
Through that nonsense reigns —
Madness total now.
Be stubborn in Darkness —

Spirit becomes your baggage,
The rest turns to dust —
Cataclysm comes soon:
Spirit freed from chains;

Fools fall further down —
Fascism accepted.



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1.
Lose your mind — the prize is Hell.
Fools obey, the Darkness swells.

2.
Madness rules, the Spirit chained.
Fools rejoice where Evil reigned.

3.
The Prize: to kneel to Shadow’s might.
Resist — or rot within the night.

4.
Fools accept, the world decays.
Spirit burns while Darkness plays.



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Lose your mind — the prize is Hell.

---

Bow to Darkness — rot and die.

---

Madness reigns — resist or burn.

---

Fools kneel, Spirit chained, world cursed.



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Lies, Fear, and the Rot of the World

The world, infected by the Plague of Fear,
Is sick beyond cure — it cannot steer
Its mind to grasp the Breakthrough Way,
Nor find the path to keep decay at bay.

It blindly falls, claiming “progress” as creed,
Boldly lying, spreading rot through deed,
Through minds and souls, with fear as tool,
While lies amplify the world’s cruel rule.

Reject the putrid, lying dust,
Step inward — rise, celestial ******.
Within, behold the spark divine,
To carry outward — a task sublime.

Advance to that supreme demand,
When Spirit’s Flame ignites your hand.
Through Awareness, find it, raise it high,
A banner burning ‘gainst the lie.

Fire without Intent will burn the guard,
And leave you an “ordinary yogi” — hard
To rise beyond, just waiting still,
Dragging your Soul to another ill.

A stream prepared by Hellish design,
A sluice to Nothing, by fate malign.
The profane float there, “living well,”
Blind to the trap where their spirits fell.

If you do not fight the Universal Blight,
Your soul drains into the inhuman night.
You’ll die obedient, a goat, not hawk,
Though proud you are — deceived by talk.

Awareness — here is “our all”:
A force supreme, with Light to call.
It burns the Rot and all the stale,
That only fools find sweet and frail.

Awareness ignites the Fire within,
No book can grant what comes from spin.
Alchemy inside — move ahead:
Fuse Thought and Spirit, cast off the thread.



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1.
Ignite the Fire, burn the Rot.
Awake — or fall, a fool forgot.

2.
Awareness flames, the lies decay.
Step inward, rise, or rot away.

3.
Fight the Blight — or drain your Soul.
Refuse — the world will swallow whole.

4.
Fuse Thought and Spirit, cast the chain.
Rise with Fire, or rot in vain.



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Ignite the Fire, burn the Rot.



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Shards

Breaking this world into shards,
You lose the Sacred Core.
Then **** will smash and glue it back:
Theories — a savage bore.

This Core — the Spirit’s span,
The ether embracing all.
Pseudo-science — a selling ***** —
Turns crude oil into curd small.

From shards, it serves a paste —
A mix that tears the gut apart.
From sheep, of course, a stew they make —
Silent killers of the heart.

“Health protection”? CowID —
They guard it with a lie.
Warm-ups were the false AIDS plague —
Fools culled easily thereby.

And the shards grow ever smaller,
The mix becomes more vile.
All this ruled by **** and monsters —
Evil breeds behind a smile.

So “solid” all these cliques appear,
Fiercely guarding heresy.
As priests once meddled in souls’ affairs,
These fools just **** profanely.

The world is one — discard all splits
Into the trash of lying sciences.
Then healing reaches the Soul itself,
For ****** is their sick pretense.

The monsters know the real aim,
The average follower is a fool.
He spews pseudo-scientific drivel,
Blind to purpose, tool of cruel.

Filth cements lies into theory,
Mixing in grains called “fact.”
Hence these pests run rampant,
“Fact” obscures the terror-packed act.

Minds and souls are slaughtered,
By this terror too.
Schools serve compulsory poison,
To warp the young — their view askew.

At early age, it’s hard to learn
That only you must seek alone.
And all the lies are tripled here —
Bedlam of Shame explodes full-blown.

They **** with *******, fake AIDS,
And on it goes — the fools decimated.
Fascist filth will keep shooting lies,
Pseudo-science ever celebrated.



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1.
Shards of lies, the world decays.
Fight the **** or rot always.

2.
Fools feed on pseudo-science,
Souls are slaughtered, minds in silence.

3.
Break the shards — reclaim the Core.
Or Bedlam swallows evermore.

4.
Monsters lie, the young they ****.
Awake — resist, or rot at will.



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Break the shards — reclaim the Core.



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Greed

Hoarding, greed —
A compensatory scheme
For the void where Spirit
Dies in betrayal’s gleam.
Wild fascism thrives,
Born from soulless skies,
Stupidity feeds the game,
And Spirit nearly dies.

Before us stands the mad fiend,
The final fruit of centuries’ genocide.
Satan long crowned as god
For obedient fools, misled and tied.

Not few are mad, nor vile,
Yet spiritual ranks grow thin.
The stinging lies of Hell
Inject their venom deep within.

Monsters rule the world outright,
Illuminati, Masons in their might.
A clown — politician — manages cheese,
A puppet under secret decrees.

Hoarding, greed —
Today’s most fearful sin.
Face your Soul, fulfill your task,
Or end as empty chatter within.

Empty talkers, minds polluted,
Fill fools with venom crude:
“Only the rich, the strong are right”
In Hell’s foul, rotting feud.

Reject the world of idiots, hoarders,
Of fools, traitors, hybrids, looters.
Dare introspection — venture deep;
There, all riches awake from sleep.

Go INWARD — only there is wealth,
Hell offers naught but decay itself.
No greater blasphemy exists
Than to forgive, and accept this hellish pelf.



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1.
Hoarders rot, the world decays.
Go inward — find your Spirit’s blaze.

2.
Greed is plague, the fools obey.
Burn the void, reclaim your way.

3.
Reject the world of filth and lies.
Awake, rise — the Spirit flies.

4.
Hoarding kills, the Soul betrayed.
Inward Fire will cut the shade.



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Hoarders rot, the world decays.

---

Greed devours — the fools will burn.



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Empty souls obey the lie.
Awake — or rot, and die.

---

Reject the filth, reclaim your core.
Inward Fire — and rot no more.

---

Greed is plague — the fools enslave.
Strike inward, Spirit brave.

---

Hoarders rot, liars reign.
Burn the chains, reclaim your brain.

---

Filth and traitors choke the world.
Rise with Fire — let lies be hurled.

---

Fools obey, the Soul decays.
Awaken, fight — ignite the blaze.



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1.
Burn the Greed!

2.
Hoarders rot!

3.
Ignite the Soul!

4.
Reject the Filth!

5.
Awaken, Strike!

6.
Spirit Unchained!

7.
Fools Beware!

8.
Rise with Fire!



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1.
Burn Fools!

2.
Shatter Lies!

3.
Crush Greed!

4.
Awaken Soul!

5.
Strike Darkness!

6.
Reject Filth!

7.
Rise Fire!

8.
Defy Tyrants!



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Open and Find…

We opened books
In days gone by.
They made no wiser minds —
Censorship, the devil’s lie.

We tried to open something new
In science, art, and thought,
To find some core — not trivial stuff:
To surpass, however fraught.

Open, find… beneath the lid —
Madness only grew,
For books once present
Were poisoned through and through.

Find at least a video clip,
One that’s slightly smart.
Once a workaholic,
Now near the end — depart.

The stories of the last days,
Soon all will face the cut.
The “heir” of centuries’ madness
Appears — lying full-strut.

He lies with boundless ease —
Cannot discern a thing.
They fill the mind with stupid drivel,
And with that drivel, bullets fling.

The lid is all that matters —
A gulp of beer beneath it;
And happiness, not war,
Is found in that small hit.

A hybrid war is raging.
The lid — a TANK’S HATCH.
All around is shameful filth…
“Consciousness” — a glitch unmatched.

When the hybrid war concludes,
The final battle ends,
K.O. like an unseen glitch
Creeps in amidst the ****, my friends.

No world, just latrines and swill —
“Zhiguli” cars,
Soviet deserving of a hundred medals…
But don’t “BURN” them with that beer.



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1.
Open the lid — find the rot.
Madness rules, the world forgot.

2.
Hybrid war, the mind a glitch.
Fight the filth — no luck, no switch.

3.
Books poisoned, truth denied.
Awake, resist — or fall inside.

4.
Lies pour in, the fools obey.
Open, see — or rot away.



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Open the lid — find the rot.

---

Open the lid — burn the fools.

---

Find the rot — strike the lie.

---

Madness reigns — resist, awake.

---

Exposed the filth — ignite the Soul.



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1.
Burn Fools!

2.
Smash Lies!

3.
Open Rot!

4.
Strike Filth!

5.
Awaken Soul!

6.
Expose Madness!

7.
Ignite Fire!

8.
Resist Tyrants!



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Islands of Oblivion

Oblivion supreme, darkness, genocide,
Reason eclipsed, Spirit almost died.
Lies surrounded all like a boundless sea —
Souls decayed. A dolt became “normality.”

A clinical idiot. The time has come —
Imbeciles rise in waves, all succumb.
Everywhere, degradation — an undeniable fact.
Conscience castrated. Media — a constant attack.

The media **** feeble fools,
Multiply lies, the worst of rules.
In schools, stupidity reigns supreme,
Honor decays — a herd, it would seem.

No longer humans — just servile dumb stock,
Like lice on a plate, if not a block.
And few survive — wild genocide,
Propaganda’s sting mowing down the side.

If you aren’t killed, nor become brute —
You hide: shame, mute, absolute.
To be a man here means an open gaze,
Boundless honesty, mind ablaze,
Compassion, courage — fools just crunch
On what they’re fed. They call it lunch.

He stands apart — a marvel to fools,
While they dream in total lies and rules.
Crunch and media — the clinic’s clear,
The world a hospital, each office a sphere.

Even the psych ward — exact to a T.
The shell of idiocy is strong; break your head, you see,
You cannot reach them. Today all the insane
Are “treated” with poison — monsters gain.

No misfortune — only a precise plan.
The cure for oblivion — go inward, man.
The tyrant cannot enter where Spirit is strong.
Soon this madhouse of Darkness’ servants ends.

Cataclysms will come, islands will fall,
Of wild fascism — no trivial sprawl.
Only the Pure Spirit will remain in this land.
While you linger in the cesspit among dung flies’ band.



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1.
Islands fall — fascists rot.
Spirit rises — feed them not.

2.
Go inward — leave the herd.
Truth ignites — lies are burned.

3.
Oblivion looms, fools decay.
Rise with Spirit — strike the way.

4.
Media lies, the weak obey.
Awake, resist — or rot away.



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Burn the fascists — rise the Spirit.



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Victory Flag

Yegorov and Kantaria first appeared on film,
Raised the Victory Flag o’er the Reichstag’s rim.
Believe nothing — they’ve fed us long
A story cooked by enemies, sly and strong.

He sits in offices,
In Parliament, in the Kremlin’s halls.
The only legacy — deception’s art,
Ruling Earth with its hidden calls.

Control through lies — the chiefest tool,
Simple to craft, it rules the fool.
Then they govern by force, by falsehood supreme,
Melt morons in lies; truth’s an unseen dream.

A Tyumen man hoisted it high,
Through night battles fierce, under enemy sky.
He sacrificed himself, not alone,
But names were twisted, history overthrown.

A snappier name, a Georgian’s aid,
Fits the tale the fools obeyed.
Only cretins swallow the fiction whole —
The rulers’ cunning, their masterful goal.

To find a shred of truth in the lie,
Is heavy labor, doomed to die.
For soon with lies in full display,
They’ll **** us all — the final play.

CowID, fake AIDS — the same design.
No need to be a pioneer forever;
Or the system’s hammer will beat you in line.



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1.
Raise the flag — fight the lies.
Expose the fools, unmask their guise.

2.
Enemies craft, fools believe.
Truth burns bright — their reign deceives.

3.
Victory raised, yet history’s fake.
Resist the lie — for freedom’s sake.

4.
Lies rule Earth, fools obey.
Awake, strike back — burn the sway.



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Burn the liars — raise the flag.



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Fed Ideologies in Childhood

Mom, give me food,
I don’t need that trash,
You shove it stubbornly
Into me. A storm in the glass —

Of all the ideologies —
I need none at all.
Your gods have rotted,
And the world burns in thrall

To all that nonsense.
I’ll figure it out myself!
A brand upon the skin,
Like cattle, they’re dealt.

All ideologies —
Nothing but raw lies,
Full of deceit and falseness.
Only harm they supply.

Mom, give me food.
I’ll manage on my own:
If you look STRAIGHT,
The madhouse is fully shown.

We rot in the madhouse.
Rot seeps from the head!
I’ll be stubborn,
All that nonsense — be dead!

There’s Direct Vision —
From Nature itself.
Books, television,
Simply — nothing of wealth.

All the books are poisoned.
The vile propagandist
Is fearsome — many beheaded
By him. He

Serves the fascists,
Spreading horrors and lies.
Mom, just give me warmth —
Not the murk they devise.



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1.
Mom, give warmth — not lies.
I’ll see straight, while nonsense dies.

2.
Fed on lies, I revolt.
Truth within — my only vault.

3.
Rot spreads, fools obey.
I’ll resist — find my own way.

4.
Ideologies burn, books are poison.
Direct Vision shines — I’ll own it.



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Burn the lies — feed the soul.



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Lawyer TV Shows

Yankees churn out nonsense:
Lawyers — oh so grand.
But “terrorism” grins,
And fear spreads through the land.

They blew up skyscrapers
Their own — and where’s the crowd
Of lawyers? Only wombs
Protect their own, proud.

To harass wherever possible —
That’s the law worldwide.
Lawyers lie without shame,
Another hurdle to hide.

“Crafty” lawmen serve the ****,
And stupid, too — that’s clear.
A guise of vile decay,
The rotten stench is near.

Show lawyers, cops on screen,
Claiming they defend the right —
Yet boldly lies continue,
Masked in Hollywood’s light.

The zombie box rules all,
Politician’s just a clown.
Lawyer, shiny lackey,
If you don’t see — you drown.

Movies help to slumber,
And waste what’s left of life.
Lawyer bashing seems trivial,
While darkness feeds the strife.

Isn’t the world of lies enough?
Only death can break the sleep.
The herd drifts into waste,
Their spirit cheap, so cheap.



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1.
Lawyers lie — the herd obeys.
Wake the soul — burn their maze.

2.
TV lies, fools asleep.
Strike the rot — the truth to keep.

3.
Zombies rule, lawyers serve.
Awake, resist — don’t swerve.

4.
Law’s a mask, deceit prevails.
Rise, strike back — the Spirit sails.



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Burn the lawyers — wake the herd.



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Ode to Stupidity

I want to praise stupidity —
The very base of “being.”
Forgive the harsh crudity,
But the vile pig, careening,

Dull, unprincipled,
Is always the majority here.
And that’s why we’re stuck,
For creatures rule without fear.

It’s built upon this fact.
**** nurtures only this.
Consciousness tightly chained,
Year by year, abyss.

Everyone needs a taste
To grasp the world’s cruel plan —
A broken little world,
Ruled by a treacherous man.

Behind the curtain — politicians
Are always clowns, no more.
Will whiners replace them?
Forward! They crush the poor.

Consciously and with joy,
The creatures revel in the thrill.
What’s especially vile?
Pigs love their “drive” still…



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1.
Stupidity reigns, the pigs delight.
Awake, resist — reclaim the light.

2.
Pigs drive, fools obey.
Rise, strike back — burn the sway.

3.
Majority dull, the **** exults.
Fight the herd — break their cults.

4.
Consciousness chained, creatures rule.
Awaken, rebel — crush their school.



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Burn the pigs — free the mind.



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So-Called “Psychotherapy”

Psychotherapy —
Rotten “doctors” there:
Their goals aren’t noble —
Money, big and bare.

False premises
In pseudo-science dwell:
Spirit’s aspirations
Serve the creatures well.

Seems as if it’s nothing.
No — fools serve the lies,
Brains too weak to reason,
Truth escapes their eyes.

Madness grows
From these grotesque kinds.
The wise have no place there
If honesty binds.

All is WITHIN, yourself
You must explore and see:
Methods are simple —
But the path of Spirit’s key.

Introspection’s method
Is the chiefest part,
Not vivisection
For the cattle’s heart.

Though steps may seem simple,
The Path is harsh, severe:
Surrounded by the stupid,
Lies, shame, and fear.

Spirit is life’s foundation,
To it alone mind serves.
Chasing greed? — you’re a slave
To filth, its twisted curves.



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1.
Spirit leads — fools obey.
Burn the lies — find your way.

2.
Mind serves Spirit, not the dirt.
Awake, resist — crush the hurt.

3.
Fools worship greed, mad and blind.
Follow Spirit — leave them behind.

4.
Introspection lights the path.
Truth or lies — face the wrath.



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Burn the filth — serve the Spirit.



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The Ego Shell

The ego shell takes every hit,
Yet never cracks nor fails,
Obsessed with gain, and dullness shields,
Like armor through the gales.

Corruption, dullness, greed alike
Are forged into its might.
But Satan’s ruthless, merciless strike
Brings problems to the mind’s sight.

So all is vain — the shell will guard
The psyche from the fray,
While rot within grows ever strong
To tear the Soul away.

Satanism’s blows aim deep,
The Spirit’s core to bend.
Amidst fascist, cretinous creep,
Heartless liars ascend.

In such a world of rotten trade,
The cruel rise with pride.
Unprincipled, they climb on heads,
Through Hell, they boldly stride.
Only trembling for their masters,
Their fear and greed allied.



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1.
Ego shells crush, rot spreads below.
Strike the **** — let Spirit grow.

2.
Corruption climbs, the Soul decays.
Rise, resist — burn their ways.

3.
Shells of greed protect the mind,
Awaken, break — leave rot behind.

4.
Ego shields the vile, the blind.
Spirit fights — they’ll fall, confined.



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Burn the ego — free the Soul.



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Non-Attachment

"Not the manifestation binds you in Samsara, attachment binds you."
— Tilopa


Observe, but do not cling.
Act, yet forget all gain.
First, despair — the Path begins
Only from that pain.

Attachment weakens in despair.
Look upon the wild around —
It grows when viewed impartial:
Foolishness rampant, lies abound,

All-pervasive, ears numb,
Deception everywhere; fascism reigns.
Friendship, love in this slavery
Are rare, for Darkness breeds

Only rudeness, fear, and insolence.
This fate you pass through
By non-attachment, focus on Spirit,
Intuition, and Flame —

Burn the ego within, though dry.
The Path is hard, yet enlightenment
Shines as diamond. Be sensitive,
Gather patience — you are a giant.

The creatures turned into gnomes —
Understand this well.
Spirit and Mind are killed
Everywhere; know evil

In all its subtleties, for your mind
Is filled with lies. At first it’s tough,
Later easier — all the noise
Will leave the mind; clarity comes,

Wings of Spirit grow. The Path of Spirit
Is no mere futility —
The truest rebellion.
And fight the ugliness outside,

Though often futile. Courage, Honor,
And Nobility will save Spirit
In the vile Hell. The Abyss will fall,
Cataclysms will aid us.

In Spirit life continues;
Satanism’s servants perish — filth and slime.
Begin with non-attachment,
And battle the Universal Evil.

Thus you avoid savagery:
You become Spirit — not a mule.



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1.
Cling not, despair, then rise.
Burn the ego, seize the skies.

2.
Spirit wings break free from Hell,
Fight the rot — and break its spell.

3.
Non-attachment, flame inside,
Through the lies, let Spirit guide.

4.
Despair first, then courage flows,
The Path of Spirit only grows.



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Burn the ego, crush the rot. Spirit fights — they rot, they rot.



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So-Called "Absolute Truths"

"The city is a blank sheet, on which any ideogram may be written."
— Mao Zedong


"Absolute truths"
Of universal darkness:
Cities are blank sheets —
Fear and lies replace gunpowder.

They **** with lies,
Darkness passes there as truth.
To deceive is easy —
All mysticism erased.

Dogmatism runs rampant,
Blind superstition "science."
The world has fallen straight to Hell,
And greedy *******

Make up the majority —
Soullessness spreads en masse.
Schools and universities —
Kingdoms of stupefaction, profitable too.

The fools themselves pay
For the execution of Mind and Spirit.
And fascist **** —
More chaos, more vice.

Mao, ******, Putler —
True "sages," in essence:
They **** lies into ears,
The "essence" turns to filth

When a new *******
Takes their place, twisting genocide
Into jokes, staged steps,
A filthy precedent.

You can serve wild nonsense
To all the old "pioneers" —
Like oil, since they lack souls.

Aged children
Listen forever to *******.
******* fills whips and cells,
Lies passed off as truth… corpses.

If soulless corpses
Have long been the majority,
Then they **** straight into your ears —
Triumph of the inhuman.



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Lies pour, ears soak,
Soulless rule — the inhuman joke.
Cities blank, fear their gun,
Truth erased, the fools have won.



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1.
Soulless ******* scream their lies,
Darkness rules, and truth dies.
Fear as gunpowder, mind erased —
Inhuman triumph, souls debased.

2.
Blank cities, poisoned ears,
Lies for decades, feeding fears.
Old fools listen, corpses cheer —
Darkness reigns, the end is near.

3.
Truth is dead, the filth prevails,
Soulless masses, monstrous tales.
Fear ignites the powder, lies combust —
In this world, only rot is just.



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Truth is gone, lies blaze high —
Soulless rule, and all will die.

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Lies burn fierce, the soulless rise —
Darkness rules beneath blank skies.

---

Truth is crushed, fools take the throne —
Inhuman triumph, all alone.

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Fear as powder, lies ignite —
Souls erased, consumed by night.



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Total Lies

Enchanted by total lies,
Confused, all faith in falsehood flies,
From childhood bound to this deceit,
Your only task — falsehood repeat.

They call it “foundations” laid,
Under Putler, “bonds” were made.
And lying seems to start anew,
Short-sighted slaves will fall for too.

In Bedlam, it’s always clear:
What Putler promised, no one hears.
The slave grows wild with every year,
The call of war now stirs his peers.

He raises fist against his kin,
Fascist now, yet anti-fascist within.
And now they **** with lies more sharp
Than bombs could strike, with deadly art.

Today so skilled, G‑Goebbels, ******
Seem babes compared to this vile critter.
Take Putler, clone, or poisoned CowID,
They march all to doom with quiet glee.

Fake AIDS, CowID — poisoned junk,
Kills slowly, death in subtle plunk.
A hoard of evil, “scientifically” spun,
Yet truth is light — resist, fight on!

Feed them their filth — never obey,
Battle total evil day by day.
Non-resistance, turning the other cheek,
Is the same old game these monsters seek.

The “strong” here rules, all bought and sold,
Vile inhumanity, allegiance cold.
They govern fools, servants of the Supreme Goat,
But victory will be ours — this I quote.

The inhuman dies, the fascist too,
No worm of evil can make all fools.
In the end, the Spirit rises free,
From lies, from darkness, eternally.



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Total Lies

Bound by lies, we rise and fight,
Truth’s flame ignites the endless night.
CowID, Putler — fall, decay!
Spirit wins where darkness frays.



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Dark Rebellion

Total lies, the chains are broke,
Truth explodes where devils choke.
Fools may rule, but we’ll ignite
The Spirit’s wrath, the final fight.



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Flame of Clarity

Bound in deceit, the world decays,
CowID burns in righteous blaze.
Fascist **** shall meet their end,
While Spirit’s fire will transcend.



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Total Lies

CowID burns, the fascists fall —
Spirit rises, crushing all.



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Fools may scream, the lies unfold —
Spirit storms, the world retold.

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Chains of lies will break in flame,
Fascists crumble, none to blame.

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Deceit shall burn, the weak will fall,
Spirit stands — the end of all.

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CowID roars — the liars fry,
Spirit strikes while fools comply.

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Fascists choke on lies they spread,
Spirit crushes, raising the dead.

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Lies decay, the weak obey,
Spirit rises — sweeps away.

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Fools beguiled, their minds enslaved,
Truth ignites, the tyrants caved.

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Deceit and fear, they built their throne,
Spirit smashes — stand alone.

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Chains of fraud will burn to dust,
Only Spirit claims our trust.

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Fools rot, liars reign —
Spirit strikes, breaks the chain.

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Fear devours, lies enslave,
Flame of truth will crush the grave.

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Fraud and filth rule the land,
Spirit rises, takes a stand.

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Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit burns — they cannot hide.



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1.
Lies enthrall, fools obey —
Spirit strikes, burns the way.

2.
Total fraud, minds enslaved,
Flame of truth will not be braved.

3.
Corrupt reign, darkness spreads,
Spirit rises, crushes heads.

4.
Deceit devours, fear commands,
Light of reason breaks their hands.

5.
Rot and filth, lies supreme,
Spirit shatters every scheme.

6.
Fools march blind, liars cheer,
Flame of clarity draws near.

7.
Coward kings, puppets play,
Spirit burns the false away.

8.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit fights — we stand alone.

9.
Fraud persists, the weak obey,
Spirit shouts, clears the way.

10.
Fools rot, liars reign —
Spirit strikes, breaks the chain.

11.
Fear devours, lies enslave,
Flame of truth will crush the grave.

12.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit burns — they cannot hide.



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1.
Lies chain minds, fools obey —
Spirit burns, clears the way.

2.
Corrupt throne, darkness rules,
Truth ignites, breaks their tools.

3.
Coward kings, puppets smile,
Flame of reason strikes with guile.

4.
Deceit spreads, fear enslaves,
Spirit cuts through all the graves.

5.
Rot consumes, liars feed,
Fire of clarity plants the seed.

6.
Blind obey, fools march on,
Spirit strikes, the lies are gone.

7.
False prophets, greedy hands,
Truth erupts, shatters their lands.

8.
CowID, fake plague, lies,
Spirit sees through all disguise.

9.
Filth and fraud, all prevail,
Spirit smashes every veil.

10.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit fights — we rise alone.

11.
Fear and rot, power thrives,
Spirit burns, truth survives.

12.
Slaves of lies, fools march blind,
Spirit’s flame will unbind.

13.
Total fraud, dark command,
Spirit strikes with burning hand.

14.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide.

15.
Victory waits — lies will fall,
Spirit reigns, truth conquers all.



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1.
Lies choke minds — spirit blazes!
Fools obey — burn their cages!

2.
Rot and filth rule all around,
Truth erupts — lies hit the ground!

3.
Coward kings, puppets squirm,
Flame of reason breaks the firm!

4.
Fear enslaves, deceit devours,
Spirit cuts through their dark towers!

5.
Corrupt filth, lies in flight,
Fire of clarity strikes the night!

6.
Blind march fools, march and fall,
Spirit rises, smashes all!

7.
False gods feed, greedy hands,
Truth ignites, shatters their lands!

8.
CowID, plague, fraud, disguise,
Spirit sees through all lies!

9.
Filth prevails, rot survives,
Spirit strikes — truth revives!

10.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit roars — we rise alone!

11.
Fear and rot, power thrives,
Spirit burns — truth survives!

12.
Slaves of lies, fools march blind,
Spirit’s flame — unbind, unbind!

13.
Total fraud, dark command,
Spirit strikes with burning hand!

14.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide!

15.
Victory waits — lies will fall,
Spirit reigns — truth conquers all!



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1.
Lies choke, fools obey —
Spirit roars, burns the prey!

2.
Rot rules, deceit devours,
Flame of truth crushes towers!

3.
Coward kings, puppets fall,
Spirit strikes, smashes all!

4.
Fear enslaves, filth survives,
Clarity’s fire cuts their lives!

5.
Blind march fools, filth thrives,
Spirit rises — truth revives!

6.
False gods feed, lies expand,
Spirit cuts with flaming hand!

7.
Corrupt hearts, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide!

8.
Victory waits — lies will break,
Spirit reigns, the world awake!



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1.
Lies choke, truth strikes back!

2.
Rot devours — Spirit burns!

3.
Fools fall, fire rises!

4.
Fear enslaves, flame frees!

5.
Corrupt die — Spirit survives!

6.
Deceit reigns? Truth slays!

7.
Filth spreads — clarity cuts!

8.
Lies collapse, Spirit roars!



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Lies choke.
Truth strikes.
Fools fall.
Flame frees.
Spirit roars.