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Larry B Feb 2011
Here's another story that I just made up
That just can't wait to be told
About a weary prospector, down on his luck
That gave his life for his gold

He was way up yonder in the hills, they say
Just him and his scrappy old mule
That poor old mule didn't have no teeth
So he'd sit around the camp and drool

Now that prospector, who we'll call Jake
Was as secret as he could be
He didn't like people snooping around
So he wasn't much for company

See, Jake had been on that mountain
For nigh on twenty years
But he never did hit the mother load
With all his sweat and tears

Then, one day he decided to go fishing
A fish pulled him right in the river
He tried to hang on with all of his might
It's hard to do when you shiver

Jake looked up and was headed toward the falls
So he decided he'd better let go
When he dropped that line, he sunk like a rock
And started thrashing to and fro

Now, Jake was a real good swimmer
He was on the prospector's Olympic team
But, everytime his head went under
All he could do was scream

Now Jake had prospected his whole life
But now, he was getting pretty old
He didn't know the reason he was drowning
But his pockets were full of gold

When he figured it out, he had gold fever
And he refused to let it go
All poor old Jake could think about
Was he finally hit the mother load

See, when that old fish had ****** him in
He was dragging him on the bottom
There was gold just laying everywhere
And that's where his pockets got 'em

Poor old Jake drowned that day
Richest man in the world, I think
His old mule was standing on the bank
Drooling, as he watched him sink

They fished his body out of that river
The next morning before dawn
But they found both pockets as empty as could be
It was stolen by a leprechaun

Well, I guess it's time for me to go
I can see as I look at my clocks
But if you really wanna protect your prospector's gold
Then let me suggest Fort Knox
Baby May 2014
You know that bowl that I carry around in my belly?
Too heavy for my frame, I've carried it precariously, trying not to spill.
I've used it to catch the steady drip that's been there since forever. I've used it to catch the rocks that I hurled up like a juggler (to find where I begin). You've taken it, and now you're swirling the contents, rinsing them with your own feelings, your own words (yourloveyourloveyourlove). All the garbage, the petty insecurities and fearsfearsfears, wash out and leave behind the heavier stones and metals that I've used to construct myself, contain myself.
The material of my foundation exposed, you continue to rhythmically, relentlessly reduce me to the shimmersilt at the bottom of the bowl.
Eroding.
Simplifying.
Until you're left with the specks of gold that you say define me.
The evidence of treasured trust that remains after I've allowed you to dump out my contents with gentle, sweeping motions.
Jacob Oates Apr 2013
Sift I will and hold in path of

current's latent aftermath

heart befell, and breath in current

breath could tell, and most confirm it

Depth befell, a host affirmed of what compelled

the most determined

love's to sell and what could earn it

lust and amour, yet shift in focus

love of current, and opened play

could last it til, preferred today

now compulsion packs a passion pact

to back adaption banter tact

intact of what could help me focus

attraction stacked and traction bogus

love don't need to own possession

love just needs to show expression
Christopher Sep 2014
Give me a pebble and I'll give you a diamond.

Give me a tear and I'll hand you a smile.

Give me your worthless worries
your hopeless heartbreaks
your endless encumbrances
your inured infractions.

Stone me,
Pelt me,
Inundate me
with your misfortune.

Load me with your burdens
So at the end of the day once you're weary of these timeless toils
The mirror shows not the creases of creation
but you.
Not really sure what I was going for here, but I jokingly always tell my friends that I'm a silver lining prospector so tried to portray what I think of me. I didn't mean to write "me" there, but I guess that's what I was trying to do. We all need an anthem; I guess this is mine.
corey wilson Dec 2011
You set my world on fire you're my greatest desire.
Like a miner or prospector i must perspire as i search for the sweet sacred nectar that is of your flower.
As your nectar trikles off your flower releaseing so much power.
I can feel the nectar's calming powers  as it drips off the lips as i take a sip and a quick lick.
You're the most beautiful thing in this universe's sector there is no better not even god can make a replica or even try to make you better and nothing even comes close to being almost better.
I wish i could write you a letter but maybe this poem will be better.
Like reading it might make you shake and shiver maybe even quiver.
Like when im caressing your body with a feather  or strapping you down and playing with leather.
OOOOOH BABY!!!!
I love the look in your eyes as they fill with surprise as you force open your eyes and let out a magnificent  passionate  cry of love lust and exstasy begging me for more.
As your getting wetter and wetter and then i smell that sweet sweet nectar i know i found my prize i knew it from the very second i looked into those gorgeous angel like eyes ******* im glad i get to be your guy.
Then i remembered lifes so much better on this side of the glass that is playing with you gin and always letting you win in the garden of love
MY TRUE LOVE THATS YOU BOO YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
grumpy thumb Oct 2015
My heart feels old today
it rattles like a stone in a can.
My eyes feel cold today
as they strain for gems in a prospector's pan.
My feet feel heavy today
trudging the ruts I've created time and again.
My thoughts feel tired today
they eloped with all hope and ran.
Carly Two Jul 2013
Blush in a shade of bruise
leaving trails on collars and bones.

"Siren, siren
Body language me.
Concave me in wrong angles.
Sift through my sand and prospector me."

Every man wants to be saved by an angel
but heaven's just a mirror of hell.
Copyright, C. Heiser 2013
Gabriel Feb 2014
The steps are the steps
inward and flowing,
downward and away,
no time for possibility,
my mind has gone astray.
I chase not the chance of a certain moment,
I planned the time it took to hold it,
Not the falling that morphs the thought,
It is the telling that is yet taught,
We are rarely are own dreams,
Most times battling internal screams,
Merely a prospector of our own demands,
Turning to keep a little head above the sand,
That is thick and I am sinking oh so quick,
into a ground that devours my wit,
Making it so hard for me to state,
But I can't understand why she won't open the gate.....
Gant Haverstick Feb 2019
the valley of gold
closer and closer, always
just over the ridge
Gant Haverstick 2019
Stephen Apr 2014
You carefully placed the shackles over my heart

And held your posture in a careless poise

As if the galaxies around your head

And the golden clouds spinning from your lips

Were as natural and as merely there

As the pollen falling off trees in the summer

Before you died during the winter

Just like the trees

That you used to play in the roots of as a child,

The moss around you transferring its spirit into you

Unknowingly

Growing into a fragile disenchantment

A fragile discord

A fragment of an untrue memory

Worth dying for

So you chased the golden threads

That ran though your experience of life

Like some starving prospector

Searching always for the dream that would make you

Whole

But deep down you knew that your dreams

Were woven into an ethereal tapestry

Crumbling

Paint chipping off a cracked concrete wall

Withering to a powdered dust

Oh you knew

You knew

That I wished I could have understood

What our bodies together would have felt like

Maybe like the bark of my childhood trees

Divulging secrets into my ears

That no one would ever understand

But me
Lucas Grant Oct 2024
To he honest I'm pretty ******* tired of being on my own
Im not really
But still my lack of love makes me angry
Yet I'm Y
               oU
                    N
                        g
That's what everyone else says anyway
Still I'm crazy and no longer problematic
Happy but never enough to prevent sadness
Out to most but still hiding from the majority
Avoiding the conflict I once used to untimely cause and angry at my protagonistic temperament
Raising it's head once in a foreign land
But it didn't last long because previous pain is still there
The oppositions have since dropped from the ceiling to an unknown cause but my webs are still in position camping out in the corner
a silk prospector expressing only malevolent intent
Never really meaning and now that im controlling the pain it's hard to admit, but there's part of me that still reigns in the areas of that room
Skulking through the tears usually my own labelled jester for those on that egotistical throne
So maybe my confidence flickering and unnerving, split between the characters I get to play between the seasons is one of the significant catalysts and thousands of reasons that I'm now on my own
everyone an opposition on my radar
the choice,
to be a villain for the people of my past or be trampled over by those in my present, an insight into my future.
That's if I make it because my obvious disdain is a recognizable trait like my unbearing love and attraction for Unrequited beauty and my I'll advised impulse to avoid the problem
                     make a list of all my excuses
           And Run to the next person most likely to become my biggest predator when I unfurl infront my secrets and ambitions secret Acts of betrayal while on independent side missions
    Diagnosed as ****** and unmedicated
              Mad when alone
    Discontent with my social standing
  And just wanting someone special to.                         bring home
Would like to release a short collection of poetry like an artist would release an EP to give people a taste of their music but I'm scared of what people say as I love writing but sometimes I feel that I'm searching for validation and I know i shouldn't but I just want to let people hear my words and enjoy/relate to my poetry
Justin Lai Jan 2021
part of my brain thinks you're a phony.
the rest of it knows we're just the same.
~
what if i were a pastor
comfort in the fear of an all-loving god
would i be hapless like a prospector
tailing the gold rush, seeking
sour grapes instead?

child, i do not pretend to live your pain.
though if i were to drop this cross and collar
all that they thought i was
would you let your story be heard?
Digging for gold
and
diggin' it old,
though those young
buckaroos disagree,
they're always
looking for a *** down
a gun fight
a show down
I sit waiting for a
Sundown.

Radio Clementine
belting out
'Red River Valley'
for an old poke like me
it's right up my
alley.
Annie Feb 2017
Komarovsky knows better
Than Pasha
What Lara wants.
There is no need
To hide the truth
It doesn’t tremble
- An ashy ******
    In the dark.

But Pasha only loves
The untouched lie
Like Narcissus
He is drowning  
In the the illusion
That the rippled
Waters provide.

And you Persephone
You’ve read this book
Know this script
But still you look
For the daffodil
In Hell.

You’re a prospector - my love
You’ll spend your life
Chasing hope
Corianding for nuggets
Amongst the dross
   -And it will seem
    When something gleams
    That you have won
But it is only pyrite
That the rippled waters provide.
Things either pan out or you get out
there are no other choices,

fool yourself and we all do
we all make do
and then one day
when the making do
doesn't do it for you
you get out.

I am a dreamer
and she seems a nice girl,
a sugar and spice girl,
but dreams are sometimes
nightmares.
Ciel Noir Jul 2018
Dissect a sentence and collect the nectar
Sift the syllables like a prospector
Weave a web of vectors and connectors
Dialectic effecters connect all sectors
Decks of detectors
Refractors and reflectors
Let the next generation necromancer
Reflect inflect project effect
a reverie
a revenant
an indirect electric spectre
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Market Jerome's Love night,                                White House Black
& diverse; writing part-time city not Mary,                                 Star
of the looting,  the present and the mother:                                 Red,
Green idol of Night,
         shipbuilding in Australia & in Africa,
women were three beautiful girl's mothers;
and Europe, eg industry or the new the way
to the back, the son of South Africa, therefore,
Ezra, and John saw this, jewelry, ornaments,
and the sky over Greece, the best rust is black,
Germany, Germany, Germany's territory
of the judgment, and money, Chan crisis:
When he speaketh of Guy,       was the reason
of the word of the girl and the ox in the same
yesterday, in favor of the culture
of the metropolis of changing the form
in fiquidem for Google in Germany,
his wife should be given. Sleep in the capital
and were present Germany # mauris number
of websites that can play, Dragon fund Spain
donations legend of Italian film theft theft of
natural Because of this choice,             and a stone monument,
Saturday, and in Europe,                                     and in the last
hour lens, the cow in the winter forest
bonds with face dreams and was immortal.
Empire trying to enter the information
was swimming Kaisissa's ID number;
Soil, wild peacock, organic music,
fire describes a conductor, Susaniza, Brazil,
unfortunately, stories, dreams,             and from the conference welcome,                                              knowledge
and good health. **-commerce
is *******,                                           in the dream of the good in the sky,
nature, and state analysis,
the history of Egyptian history's
unique flavor, today's trend. The old cat is a part
of a window in a basket,       I was let in by a fundraiser:                                  the introduction
of, and the angel,  he who does not is blue
hipokretasa, the poet, according
to the section,                                          itasaraitinepin­asivi,
dressed in slacks and a mirror
of cylinders are gray,                              and the shoes part of the furniture.
And a large public communication
such as the BK Arereniciaecaica man,
yrir boot in the world to buy B WAP-eight
calories, you might try a new culture
and the musicians and the cycle (1) 2 1 2 3 4 5 ... 12: 12 (345 ) 345;
alavasa                           Spanish spices city that is?                   The Mount
Agung in the mountains,
in the mountains, in the mountains,                                        the mountains,
agave can render a reason, AG, AG,           Agung the mountains, the river,
the mountain of Agung in the mountains,
                                      in the mountains,
in the mountains, the mountains,                    aigaga the mountain of Sinai,
the mountain of the covenant of the AG,
Mountain Fields shall agegagana                  And all the mountain of Sinai,
                                                And the whole of mount Sinai, the mountain
of Sinai, in the mountains, the clouds,
the mountains, in the mountains, in the mountains,          in the mountains,  
tura, Turkey, the Hararite,                                                        ­the mountain
of the olive trees, out of the. . .         Mountain
AG, Attorney General, the Minister of Justice,
Attorney General, Attorney C.,    Mount Sinai
Mount Sinai, the mountain, the mountain;
CATAMITE:  Mountain aingali Mountain,      Mountain
Mount
Agung in the mountains Mountain View
Ag,    Mount Mount Mount Mount Mount Mount Mount
Mount Mount Mountain Mountain
range AG ajibia Edge AG,              Aga Khan
Mountain,   Agung arrived at the white house,                            while Mary,
the mother of the left AF market,                                        the Green Knight
statue, Afro Isanebazam, air end to his woman,
the ****** Mary 3,    beautiful water in Europe,
America, South Africa,             Ezra and John's
taut equipment,          
energy, communication, concrete,
Greece, paradise convex base black, yurarama
of German history,
the way the ground of Laura's members enjoy.                                      Roads,
for example, as in the Old Church,                       for example midalaitavana,
Chandler was a poor start at the beginning
of the Gay laikabi works,                                                  Rimen kapaitaleara
their food and oxygen to the public interest,
axes and Metastasis in Germany,                                              but the beauty
of Google's wife on the third floor,
to support his party,                                             and brought him to his own
wife, and his wife,                                                        Jero­me's Love Market
is a different Lady's writing,                                                   where the stars
have been kidnapped at night from the Black House;
city and now the mother was not red,                                  green night now,
Avon, shipbuilding, Australia, Africa,
women and mother's three women;
And both in Europe and in industry
and in the new ride, so South African
son, Ezra and John, jewelry,                                                         ­ ornaments
                          and heaven,
Greece, the best rust, black,
Germany, Germany,                         the simplicity of the crisis in Germany,
says why he has friends,
how German woman and **** Gore,
giving the city a fiquidem form. Websites
that provide Dragon Dragon Dan Dan
with a fictional film took part in the native
German film n# Edit the head
and stone memorial on Sunday and Europe,
and the hour and hour of the last hour
of the fleet of lenses and games.                                          your dreams
and immortality in jungle rings
in winter. This statement showed me
that this zodiac showed me
in very gentle conditions that swam.                                    Soil, natural fires,
organic music, description of drivers' fire,
Brazil, unfortunately, stories,
dreams and conferences,              susaniza
materials and health information.
A lot of trade is characterized by a dream
in nature,                                             nature and analysis,                                              Egyptian history,
unique taste,                       the history of today's trend.
Presentation of the object
of the file to the gutter pile,   according to the mirrors
of the gray and moving cylinders,
messenger,     Blue Hippocampus
Market Definitions:
Regular collection of vocabulary
for buying and selling stocks,
animals and other goods. . . eg business. . .
Market sales in the US market continue. . .
List traders declare merchant market,
grocery supermarket facility authority
Flees Commodity Market Market,
Market Market Market gcréiféire:
good flat layers announcing cucumber
groceries market market market. Soil,
Wild Peacock, Biological Music, Fire
Description, Pipeline, Susanija Brazil,
Unfortunately Stories,                                                    Dream­s and Welcome
Conferences, Knowledge
and Good Health; **-Trade is also a difficult,                                      trendy
and trendy trend.                                          The old cat is part of the window,
the ball which is according to the section
is part of the balloon and furniture.                               BK Mary Aranianika,
I want to buy the world BAP-8 calories
so that you can buy culture and the new cycle
(1) 2 1 2 3 4 5 ... 12: 12 (345) 345 characters is less Spanish
masala; Mountains, mountains, mountains,
mountains, mountains, mountains, mountains,
mountains, mountains, mountains, mountains,
mountains, Mount Sinai, Mount Agagna
and Mountains, Mount Sinai Mountains,
mountains, mountains, mountains -  turquoise,
turkey, harari, olives, offshore. Mountain
AG, Attorney General, Justice Minister,
Attorney General, Prospector Sea Mount Sinai,
Mount Sinai,   Mountain, Mountain, Mountain
Mount Athos, Mount Athos, Mount Athos,
Mount Athos, Mount Athos, Mount Athos,
Mount Mount, Athos Mountain, Mount Athos;
Mountain Mount Athos Mount Agros;
AG Agri Edge AG,                         Agh Han
Mountain Agung came to the White House,
while his mother EFT in the AE market,
Europe, America John Knight Statue
in South Africa, Ezra,   and John Tower
Equipment, Energy,
Communication, Concrete, Greece,
Black Convex base, base yurarama
on German history,              how they enjoy
parishioners.    
For example, in the former church,
for example, he was a poor female
Chandler, the first female gay,                  who worked for food
and public interest scenes
in the Cappola Reel, man,                         and now the ship
building industry,
third floor in Australia, Africa On.
In Germany, Germany, Germany,
Germany, Germany, Germany,
Germany, South Africa, he asks friends
about how to speak German,       which
gives the city a bold look.         Dragon Dragon's magnificent dragon dancers
                         are shown
                         in the German film,                                         #Dada the Head
and Stone Memorial on Sunday and in Europe.                                  Inability
for the jungle rings in your dreams and winter.
I have shown this statement in very clear
climatic conditions. Terrain, Fire, Biological
Music, Car Driver, Fire, Brazil,         Lugood,
Dreams and Susaninja need Conference
and Health Information;    Many transactions
with nature,           nature and analysis
in the history of current trends.             Show
the drain to the messenger,  
horseshoe blue,      routine moving cylinders
Below are the individual definitions
of sales,   sales of animals and other
items. The market of market sales
in the USA. UU: He continued to expand
his market, where the retail stores
that sell groceries from the field
will be announced. The biological music
of the wild world of the peacock,
the electric radio, Susan Brazil, the debate
about Drimvivr and dreams,               science and health
are difficult to participate in the establishment of a part.
That the Bride is a part of the window made of balloons,                  
that is based on a part of the furniture.
Chapter Aranianika:                    -8 calories of the world
wants to buy BAP in a culture
and cycle (1) 2 1 2 3 4 5 ... 12: 12 (345)
345 that do not speak Spanish;                       Mountains,
hill hill hill hill hill hill hill,                             mountain,                    
mount Sinai, Mount Sinai,        and pirigenic mountains,
mountain, turquoise, turkey,                        linseed hrari,                        
olive on the high seas.
Mount Athos, Mount Athos,                   Mount Perivoli
Perivoli Perivoli Perivoli,       Perivoli Perivoli Perivoli
mountain; Mount Athos           Mount Athos White AF,
energy industry of mother
AE, traveling in Europe, USA.
UU John Knight, South Africa,      Ezra and the tower of carrots,        energy and communication stop,                                                darkness,
                                                                ­                              the base is hollow,
for example, when an old church,                                                 for example,
       is a poor Gastrolobium close
to the first homosexual marriage,
and the need for food and scenes
favorite of the public in the work
of Kopala rhyme and perhaps,      
three in Australia, and Africa.
Germany, Germany Germany
Germany Germany Germany
at a great cost, may not be in winter.
I saw written in plain text.   Electric,
electronic,
electrical,           electronic, electric,
Brazil, Lula is a god and the sadness
of their dreams,                                                   and Susanija are not arguing.
They are changing the status quo,                            the simulation technique
of progression and MD's historical research.
The transition to personalized definitions
to explain the angels of sand grains,                                              the modern
business space and a dictionary.                                                      ­  However,
note that he testified that he lives
in the purchase and sale of products
and other animals.                                                   Buy the US market;
UU Continue in Marketing,                            where grasslands expand
Spencer Flama operations,                               Raw materials buy, buy,       buy the sheets.                        It is powerful,      
and has the forest to burn
with the peacock, Organic Music,   Electricity and Detail,
Hydraulics and Susana,   Brazil's                 unique history
and the advice of your dreams.                       I would like
to know and rehearse it in Health.                     In general,
the problem is that I can share it.
The old cat is part of the window,
it is based on a part of the ball,
and the furniture with balloons.                    I want to buy
an Aranianika cap, my world BAP of -8
placed calories that you can have a culture and cycle (1)
2 1 2 3 4 5 ... 12: 12 (345) 345 Spanish
not only to buy spices?                   Mountains hill hill
hill hill hill hill hill hill hill, a mountain,
mountain along the Sinai mountains,
mountain and a row of olive trees on
it. Mount Athos Mount Athos Mount,
Mount Athos, Mount Athos, Mount Athos
Mount Athos; Mount Mount Athos Mount
Athos; Mount Athos, Mount Athos Mount
Mount, Mount Mount Mount Mount
Athena, Athena, Athena Mountain,
Mountain; White House; ARE Red John,
Knight of Europe; American citizens
in South Africa, Ezra products and the tower of energy & communication,
attitude,        Greece's curved black base
yurama, German history,                                          instead of parishioners.
For example, in the old church,       for example,           that a poor woman who worked for a Gastrolobium
near the first stage of the favorite food
Kopala rhyme in public,                                        in the energy department,
and the third is in Australia, South Africa.    
Germany Germany, Germany, Germany,         Germany, Germany is the best performance of the German Dragon #
important to build the Temple of the Sun
and in Europe and the Stone Memorial.                                   At a great cost,
individuals cannot be in the winter.
The document looked at certain reports.
Flames conducted Below are the individual
definitions of sales and selling,                                animals and other items. The US market purchase sales market
continued to expand its market retail
stores selling groceries from the field
to be announced.
World wild Peacock's Biological music,
Electric Radio,
Susan Brazil,               Drimvivr and dreams
discussion,     science and health
is difficult             to participate in establishing a share.  
                            That the Bride is a part
                            of the window,
                            billions made of which is founded
                            in a part of the furniture.
Chapter Aranianika:  -8 calories of the world wants
to buy BAP placed in a culture,
and the cycle (1) 2 1 2 3 4 5 ... 12: 12 (345)        345 non-Spanish speakers; Mountains hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill,
mountain, Mount Sinai Mount Sinai
and Pyrogenic mountains, mountain, turquoise,                                 turkey,
hrari linseed, olive offshore.
Mount Athos, Mount Athos, Mount
Perivoli, Perivoli, Perivoli, Perivoli,
Perivoli, Perivoli Perivoli; mountain,                                                Mount Athos,                                          Mount Athos;
White AF, AE mother's energy industry,                         traveling in Europe,
USA John Knight, South Africa, Ezra,
and towering carrots, energy,  
and communication stops,                                                 dark, hollow base,
for example,                                               w hen an old church for example,
                                                                ­                    is a poor Gastrolobium
close to the first gay marriage,
and the need for food                                                and the public's favorite
scenes in the Kopalariman job
and maybe three in Australia and in Africa.                                    Germany
Germany, Germany, Germany, Germany,                           Germany at great cost,                                                            ­he may not be in the winter time.
I saw written in plain text.    
Electrical, Electronics, electrical,                                               Electronics,
electrical Brazil,
Lugosi,      and the sorrow of his dreams
and is no disputing Susanija
are changing the status quo,
MD simulation technique of progression
and historical research.     The transition
to customized definitions to explain
the angels of sand grains of sand,
modern business space and a dictionary.                                               Notice,
however, testified that he lives by buying
and selling products, and other animals.
Buy the US market continues to Market
Marketing where pastures Expands
Operations; Spencer flame Commodities
buy buy buy sheet! Cell
gcréiféire market to sell the store
has announced that it is.       It is mighty,  
and have the forest to burn with the
peacock's Organic Music, Electricity &
Details, Hydraulics,            and Susana, Brazil,
unique history, and the counsels
of his dreams, he wishes he knew it,                                       and rehearsed it
in the Health, in general, the problem is,                        that I may share in it.
The old cat is part of the window
is based on a part of the ball,                                    and the balloon furniture.
I want to buy a cap Aranianika
my -8 world;                        BAP placed calories that you can have a culture,
and the cycle (1) 2 1 2 3 4 5 ... 12: 12 (345) 345;
Spanish not only to buy up spices?                                                  Mountain­s
hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill hill
hill,                                       a mountain,                  Mountain along the Sinai mountains,                                                 mountain,
and a row of olive trees over it.                                                              ­Mount
Athos, Mount Athos, Mount
Mount Mount Mount Athos Mount,Athos                                                      ­  Mount
Athos Mount Mount Mount Mount                                                        Atho­s,
Mount Athos Mount Athos, Mountain
Mount Mount Mount Mount Mount
Athena, Athena,      Athena Mountain,     mountain,                                         White House ARSSed, John knighted, Europe;                                              US citizens
in South Africa, Products of Ezra and the tower,                              energy &
                                                                ­                                 communication,
attitude, Greece,                                                          ­            curved
black Base yurama; German
history,               rather than parishioners.                                    For example,
in the ancient church, for example,                                    that a poor woman
who worked for a Gastrolobium
close to the first stage of her favorite
food, Kopolare, man in public, in the
department of energy, and the third
is in Australia, South Africa.      
Germany Germany, Germany,
Germany, Germany, Germany
is the best performance of the German
Dragon: # important to build the temple
of the sun, and in Europe           and
                         the Stone Memorial.
                        At great cost, individuals
                        can be interred,                         
                        but not
                        in the winter.                                                The document
                        looked
                       at certain reports.
                                                                ­                             Driven by flames...
BigT Jul 2020
OIL
An energy hungry society
Forces us to look deeper and further than ever before
For the hydrocarbon we call oil
We **** the blood from centuries old life forms
Buried deep beneath the crust of this planet
We **** it up like soda through a straw
Re-injecting water to fill the gap and help to heal the sore.

It is not an easy task
Men and equipment transported and working
In some of the most hostile environments on the planet
Are we witnessing Natures way of protecting herself,
This world and the people on it?

Deep beneath our oceans and our seas
The treasure trove awaits
Mankind seeks it out, to ease his balance of payments
Mother Nature fights back as only she can
Winds and waves pound the intruders
Forcing them to designs beyond normal expectations.

Lives are given and lives are lost
Fortunes come and go
All based on the investment and return ratio.

Fragile desert ecosystems and precious ground water aquifers
These have only recently been taken into account
And then only superficially.
“We need to drill, we know where to strike black gold”
The local populace is told
Pristine desert sands cleansed for centuries
By the roaming desert winds
Now clogged with the thick sludge of oil
This is the price we have to pay.
The wastes are not removed
They are covered to blend with the desert feature
They are left awaiting rediscovery,
By some poor unsuspecting desert creature.

Deep swathes cut through rain forests
“Build a road 12 meters wide, so pollination is not effected” say the experts.
“Clear some more now, we need a pipeline” say the engineers.
“Forget the trees and plants” the Investors will holler.
The prospector comes and rapes a ****** land
All in the name of progress, and the mighty oil dollar.

There are advantages, of course there are
These we can readily see
Improved infrastructures, better living standards
Third world countries eager to get on par with the West
Voters investing in the motor car, choosing only the best
The circle evolves.

Oil has spawned mighty empires
Blue chip stocks, governments bought and sold
All in the name of the liquid gold
Millions of barrels, every day, throughout the world
Are pumped, refined and shipped to the consumers
Us! The people who live on this earth’s crust
There has to be a limit, a time to stop
Mother Earth needs a complete evolution to replace her loss
T
written in 1999 and still relevant today
poetryaccident Oct 2019
This prospector of a kind
for a treasure none can mine
instead the search taps the vein
of bent souls much the same

to find otherwise is the norm
that cookie-cutter life implores
sets the highs and the lows
into which all must flow

even while the traveler seeks
the camouflaged who prescribe
with the outer while the insides
twist away from standard’s set

into arms of fellow kinks
measured by a knowing wink
the prize measured in the twist
recognized by the self-same.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191003.
The poem “Self-Same” was inspired by my admiration of friends who are as non-normative as this poem’s author.  I feel less alone in the world knowing there are fellow travelers. A shared characteristic is the need to appease the greater populace, only showing the colors when safety allows.
Tommy Smith Apr 20
I want to discover the undiscoverable parts of you..
the places you run and hide..
the secrets you deny..
I want to map these territories of you
and lay claim as a prospector seeking your fruit as my gold...
gently sifting thru the silt of your lives to find those pieces...
all of your pieces,
just so I can taste them as I have a thousand times
in a thousand nights
until you linger past
my dreams
and rise above
the screams
it’s all nighttime here,
its nighttime
and my demons want to play
YouMe Aug 2024
Make me the conduit of your sweet desires.

Leave my back lightning scarred and bleeding.

Dig wicked trenches of warfare with your tongue.

Lay claim to my shuddering breath like a prospector hunting for gold,
It is all yours for the taking.
Madness

“Normal” lunatics — this cracked world's need,
In a world derailed, where reason's shed.
Not God's return — the Devil's seed:
The second coming crowns the dread.

If fools and madmen fill the land,
Then Hell itself takes flesh and breath;
The Devil's trident rules each hand —
Each crazy soul’s a spiteful death.

A dolt will swallow any lie,
And follow every ordered thread.
The crazies kick the doors — just cry
“Sic ’em!” and watch the herd be led.

The Global Asylum's long been run
With practiced, bureaucratic art.
To turn the Asylum into ***** —
That would be filth to break the heart.

Just stir that mess — the end will come:
A total *******, black cascade.
A world beneath a fascist **** —
The end of History, madly made.

So killing **** in such a ward
Becomes the thing those fools will praise.
And fascists deal with idiots hard —
They poison NOTHING; empty ways.

Now many aren't even human —
Holes where people used to be.
Served up as food on monster's platter:
The non-human's meal — the weaklings' plea.

They call themselves “free” — a joke:
That “freedom” is to pick your fate
(Your gut they’ll chew). The freaks have choked,
Bellies stuffed; the idiot sleeps late.

Don’t shout “Wake up!” at the insane —
It’s easier to speak with cats.
All sane remains, beware the chain —
They’ll make of you their farmed-out brats.

So bind together, fight and fall
In unequal battle — better so
Than to be ground by that mad thrall,
A pulped-and-soulless, mindless mow.

You are a Spirit — know it’s true;
This matters here; the rest is pests.
Though everything is vile and blue,
If you're not “greeted,” keep your chest —
Hold fast: your soul survives the tests.



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Better to die as one — not feed
The mills of that mad, fascist herd.
Keep Spirit: starve the beast its need,
Die free than be their slaughtered word.



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Schizophrenizing the People

Schooling dulls the mind — a mass-made, blunt debasement,
Stress piled high to snap the fragile, frayed supply.
But that's not all: this slow, effective razing
Drives the mad herd to the cliff where reason dies.

To ******-form the populace's the method neat
For herding minds — a management of crowd.
The split of consciousness makes "normal" lives defeat;
What seemed like sense is hollow, crippled, proud.

I’ll list the signs of mind set splitting wide —
Though how to cram such filth in measured rhyme?
Decay has reached its pitch: two thirds are hollowed, fried —
A clinical psychosis masks as "time."

Concepts glued and warped — the fascist slime relents:
The patient calls the sickness lawful rule.
Enclosures, grey retreats — the dull domestic tents
Where people hide — “so as not to utterly lose.”

Real contact? Only contact with the rant and rot,
What vomits from each screen, each radio and page.
The world of knowing twists to shadows, cheap and fraught —
A desert of mirages fills the idiot's cage.

Then comes the blank absurdity and cheap contrition:
“We pity birds,” they say, while human souls drown fast.
Integrity is shattered by the all-consuming fiction;
The mind split into darkness, lies amassed.

Emotions starve, the will is frail and threadbare thin,
Compassion dead — the ego’s circle sealed.
Exemplars here are liars, **** that grin and sin:
If you won’t sell out — then you’re labeled loathsome, real.

A blizzard of word-games — ranting’s symptom number one:
“State” becomes a partnership of madmen’s law.
For those who think, it’s only chains and bars undone;
A prison named “the Nation” — cold, without a flaw.

We live inside a Global Asylum, all confined,
Where idiocy now passes as the norm.
Schizoid minds march after, sludge consumes the mind;
And fascism runs rampant in this fearsome storm.

Flee this madhouse. Gather every scattered sane remain,
Build communes, fortify your Mind and Spirit’s guard.
Save strength for decisive clash — don’t forge the good to pain,
Don’t let the clever become ugly, slavish, scarred.



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Run from the ward — unite the sane, prepare the fight;
Better to fall together than be ground by fascist grinds.
Keep Spirit, keep your mind — don’t let them steal your light.



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Schemas and Memes

Sham certainties — the scaffold of the scheme,
A logic's scaffold built on falsified belief.
They warp the world's abyss, its vast extreme;
And memetic lies roll out the sickly grief.

A falsified meme — behold the rotten fruit:
“Science” here brazenly trades truth for show.
It brings its guns, its paperwork, its brute,
And with a crooked sleight will strike the blow.

Even in plain mathematics truth will strain —
No pure logic lives without an aporia.
The tongue of science turned dogma — thus the bane
Topples other studies into hysteria.

Not findings, but the market's ***** trade;
Not knowledge — orders stamped and paid for hire.
The client is a monster: mind's castration made;
This filth gives the command, and minds catch fire.

When Spirit’s barred from “science,” shame's proclaimed;
fools hear only one mangled, crooked line.
“Scientific” dumbness — money unstained —
This *****-born tribe sifts reason into fine.

Fragmentation — consciousness torn by lies —
A planned result of that insidious school.
A constant race for who will take the prize,
Who'll carve the fattest slice and hide the tool.

And geniuses of sale will polish lies —
All bought and mangled, every slandered part.
Thus Spirit's image warped, the old deceit applies —
This pseudoscience was forged to break the heart.

They set that “axiom” firm — a false foundation —
These rotten hounds will ****, they'll justify the grate.
They'll bless the camps and make the final nation —
A future ****** by their appointed fate.



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Pseudoscience rigs the game — memes feed the lie;
They buy the brains, then cut the Spirit from the bone.
Fight, or let these devils bake the world to die.



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War

Liberation from… the people… of Donbas —
This war’s barbaric aim is plain to see.
Will fools obey the gnome-twin’s orders thus?
Will Emelya do as told so blindly?

Cohorts that forget all kin — they say they’ll “free”
Somewhere there — as if homes can be unmade?
No chance! When homes are wiped from Earth’s face, then
They’ll answer — vengeance will be paid.

They’ll drive them back — we only need to wait
A little longer yet; endure the bitter tide.
It’s hard to beat those wretches — true — but know:
You cannot conquer Motherland’s proud pride.



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Donbas must be freed — the goal is clear and grim;
Fools follow orders, but when homes are razed they’ll pay.
Hold fast — push them out; the Motherland won’t be their prey.



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The Road

A heavy road is knowing,
The shame of Hell laid bare.
Don’t flinch, don’t keep on showing
You’re scared of lesser fare.

Cut through the yawning Hollow,
See Spirit is the price.
Press on with strength to follow —
Fall back, and you’ll be blind to life.

You’ll stumble, dull, benighted…
Yet Soul’s true alchemy
Is sudden flame ignited.
Stop living like a flea!



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Spirit’s spark — the only gold.
Crawl no longer — rise, be bold!



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Tear through the pit, through Hell’s disgrace —
Rise, Spirit’s fire! Burn their face.
Enough of crawling, worms and fleas —
Stand fierce, strike hard — no shame, no knees!



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Spirit burns — no chains, no knees.
Rise and strike — no more of fleas!



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The Search for Answers to the Great Questions

“Truth has no path — that is its beauty: it is alive.”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti


Truth is living fire,
No road will make it near.
Choose a “path”? You’ll tire,
End in a prison here.

Walls of thoughts confine you,
Ceilings made of fear;
Chains will then remind you:
Step aside? You’ll smear.

Bound by dogma’s hammer,
Nailed to nonsense bare,
“Seekers” preach their grammar,
Drive out mind — soul snared.

Listen only inward:
Everywhere are lies,
Mirages and trick-words —
Soul alone is wise.

For the Evil Wizard
Builds his crooked way,
Leads the lame and withered
Straight to Hell’s decay.

Wizard rules by lying,
Spreads a velvet bed;
Even when you’re dying,
He’ll still raise your head.

Promising you “manna” —
Mark of false pursuit,
March the herd in tandem
Down the poisoned route.

Yet if life grows brighter,
You are closer still;
Spirit burning lighter,
Less of sorrow’s will.

Measure life by Spirit:
Only fire is true;
If you live a “slime-worm,”
Law consumes all you.

All the roads are salted,
Winter grinds them down.
“Being true” is faulty:
Lie to self — and drown.

Lie to self and neighbor,
“Seeking truth” in chains,
Or “to serve your nation”
As execution’s hand.

If you sell your essence,
You become a blade,
Slayer of the Spirit,
By your bargain made.

Fell from road deceitful?
Don’t complain or curse.
Where are you? Be heedful —
Find the answer first.

Look within, for in the mire
There is smoke and ash;
Demons rule that fire,
Satan leads their lash.

Where you are, don’t falter,
Throw off fear and lies.
See — the Light breaks open,
Truth before your eyes.

Truth’s no path, but brightness,
Hosts of living flame;
Madness swept to silence,
That’s the Gospel’s name.

When the lies are broken,
Light will burn anew;
You yourself — the Answer,
Truth is simple, true.



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Truth has no road, no path to bind —
It lives, it burns, it blinds the lies.
Look inward: there the Answer shines.



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No path to Truth — all roads are lies!
Burn down the wizards, blind their eyes!
The Soul’s the torch — let Spirit rise!



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No path! No lies! —
Truth burns, Soul flies.



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False Doctors, or Keep Silent…

"So easy to become an executioner:
Keep silent, silent, silent!"
— Alexander Galich, The Prospector’s Waltz, 1963


The bought-out fiends all held their tongues,
As CowID raged its charge everywhere.
A few among the hollow lies sprung
To speak — at least to shout “shame!” in air.

Not enough — the crimes were deeper,
No statute of limitations applies.
The world decays in endless reaper;
Dr. Mengele walks, the hospital’s a madhouse guise.

In “red zones” they treated mere sneezes —
Cured fully: corpses lined the floors.
Not psychs; excuses? “They were just pleases
Of fools.” Lies stacked behind closed doors.

They were criminals. Galich would stagger —
He’d never trust this filth, this pitch.
Half a century, all fell to swagger,
Pause for war — then came the next witch.

A new “virus,” through and through a lie —
They’ll maim and **** again, no shame.
And in between, they mourn, they sigh —
Less money earned if no one’s to blame.



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Silence makes the butcher’s hand,
Lies march in every land.
**** or earn — that’s the plan.



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Flow

The “roof” drips, drops in little streams,
Then runs as a brook, a creeping flow.
The closer the world nears the bottom seams,
The stronger the brook becomes a torrent’s show.

There it turns — it sweeps away the mind’s remains.
Forward! The global fascist pleads for bowing low.
All is sent to waste — the herd, the chains;
CowID confirmed it, war has shown the blow.

When all is washed away, the vile, the crude
Mistake all filth for honeyed gold.
The world stinks — “roofs” swept by lies’ rude flood;
The voice of Reason fades, illusions grow bold.

The world’s a mirage, a Boschian scene —
Monsters loom, grotesque and grim.
The answer’s simple, sharp, and keen:
Trust not lies — strengthen Spirit’s brim.

Only Spirit shields from fiends unseen,
Hidden puppeteers, their hands concealed.
Small **** with “smiling” faces lead the mean,
Before all eyes, they drive the herd to yield.



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Spirit shields — ignore the lies!
The world’s a flood, illusions rise.
Stand strong, strike back — the fiends despise.



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In Memory of Chikatilo

Chikatilo seems almost gentle
Compared to today's vile ****,
False doctors wield fascist power, mental
Castration in their every thumb.

In “red zones” these fiends together
Did not act alone, but in the crowd,
Destroying many, stormy weather —
The world unanimous, unbowed.

Stupidity reigns — the fools all scared,
Traitors, snitches, leashed and turned;
Upon the morons’ heads prepared,
The propagandists’ lessons burned.

Chikatilo seems quite kindly
Beside the screaming propagandist;
He howls — the idiots blindly
Take his roar as lawful gist.

Chikatilo, roughly, friendly
Next to officials, gives command:
They shout at fools, obediently
“Attack!” as if by their own hand.

The idiots do it all —
Muzzles, ****, a throng of lies;
The darkness lifts its curtain tall —
Time of furious assaults arise.

Reason is the aim; the few
Still keep it here, though birds may fall,
Vanishing like species in the red book view;
Everywhere the fiends’ triumph enthralls.



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Reason dies while fiends shout “Fas!”
Idiots march, obey the crass.
Hold fast — the Spirit fights, surpass.



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For Oneself

For oneself — the work is clear:
To write the poems, sharp and true.
For other things — don’t linger here,
If husks of gold or fame pursue.

Go chase the pop-song, shallow fun,
If trivial games appeal to you.
If not your face, then write “in drawers” —
There’s no other way to do.

Worse still ahead: for poems, pay.
Payment without return — anti-business creed.
They trust in luck, minds pierced like sieve,
Pay with health, with time — the need.

Even blood could be the price,
But now it’s squandered on the few
Who need the poems — rare and wise,
Not fools, but minds that see it through.

Fools abound — that’s the tale here told.
Few are rare? Then all is lost.
The command “Attack!” — the rotten scold
Will sweep it all, a vile cost.

He’s worse than lessons — pure decay,
A nasty idiot, clearing all away.



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Write for yourself, no husks, no pay!
Fools obey, the rotten sweep away.
Keep Spirit strong — don’t fall, don’t sway.



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Socialist Competition

Slaves were given “competition” —
A total, ****** mess!
Minds trained from youth for slaughter,
Only narrow skills impress.

When narrow, “horizons”
Press down upon the eyes.
The labor feels like battlefronts,
The bosses stormy skies.

Push, pressure, forced ambition,
Drive forward, grind the soul.
But instead of lash, the fuel —
A mob of propagandist trolls.

They bring news not of the horrors
Of wars, of fires, of the dead,
But tales of feats, of nonsense glories,
Of empty valor loudly spread.

On the front, a real feat’s needed,
And… a clever commander too.
A colonel from the workshop counted,
One forty rubles — many holes through.

It works — the narrow mind, the money puff,
Life itself becomes a heavy load.
But that’s how people get used to stuff,
Trained to follow the narrow road.

Slaves will have “competition” again,
Not in sport, but survival’s cruel game.
The hour approaches, all too near,
CowID first measured the stupid flame.

Next, the vermin will organize
Fascism for all — it’s set.
The world will march, enslaved, coerced,
By lies and power, soaked in debt.



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Slaves compete in misery’s race,
CowID first mapped the stupid face.
Next comes fascism — all embraced.



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Doubles and Fools

A bald “bunker” double
Rules the country — what a joke!
The original is dead, gone, subtle,
Yet a tiny actor woke.

Not that he spins his lies so well,
But that the depths endure this trash…
The people nearly crushed, a hell
Of propaganda’s stinking lash.

Controlled by NON-HUMAN fiends,
It binds the dulled, defeated mind.
The country’s gone — their rule proceeds,
Total, cruel, perverse, and blind.



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Doubles lie, fools endure,
Non-human rule, the world impure.
Mind crushed, the nation’s obscure.



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The Former

Former people of a former land,
Surfacing fears, hell of new war’s hand.
Turned zombies, dreams a murky haze,
Fallen souls, “thoughts” in filthy maze.

No escape — death’s grim grin,
Against nature — if the jackal wins.
A world without these fiends — the end,
Final years — this Hell must bend.



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Former souls, the fallen breed,
Hell rises, driven by their greed.
Only Spirit stands — the world to heed.



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The End…

Sanitary fascism returned in a flash
(In the apex of battles!) to Ukraine.
Hell on Earth has fully come to pass —
Man here equals cattle, bound in pain.

So the bottom’s broken through, no return
To normalcy remains in sight.
Destroy all filth the world can churn —
No world remains, just “sixth ward” blight.

A single task remains alone:
Death is better than this local Hell.
The sun shines brighter — fortune’s tone!
Aid it, for Will compels it well.

The sun’s light calls upon yourself —
After death, rebirth in Spirit awaits
For the few. The soulless you count as wealth
Of biotrash — dung flies in their fates.



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Sanitary fascism reigns, the world decayed,
Man is cattle, Spirit delayed.
Only the few rise — the rest betrayed.



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Muzzles

Past commissions in the madhouse,
To mark the insane and blind;
In this vile, mad little world, a spouse
Of lunacy will show their kind.

To live among the psychs is impossible —
Better to die with dignity.
Though murky, hard, and despicable,
Enduring filth’s a travesty.

The reality’s cruel and glaring —
Cataclysm will sweep it all.
Fascist **** is boldly daring,
To pre-execute the fools, their thrall.

Prepared in advance, the rabble,
The sheepish herd, the feeble test.
In two short years — a muzzle fable,
The flock in red cross “dress.”



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Muzzles on the insane herd,
Fools pre-killed by fascist word.
Spirit stands — the rest absurd.



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Monkey Cage

When you’re locked in a cage with monkeys,
And the cage is the whole world you see,
Soul and Heart become endless flunkies,
Mind crushed, crippled, painfully.

The monkeys here are hardly few,
Yet this subspecies fades away.
Genocide’s sting drives the truth askew,
Conscience and Shame are buried in decay.

Better in a grave than in that cell:
Shame runs wild — the only way,
Burn the cage, for within it fell
Half-reasoned fools, struck every day.



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Trapped with monkeys, mind in pain,
Conscience buried, all in vain.
Burn the cage — break free the chain.



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Example

The half-witted world welcomed the new age
In January of year zero’s dawn.
So when did man become a fool, a cage
Of spirit castrated, vilely drawn?

This simple example shows the core,
The twelfth from ten, if simplified a bit.
Only sludge in dulled, foolish minds — and more,
Most of these fools, the bottom’*****.

Two-thirds are idiots, countless ******’s reign,
And here it perceives nothing but filth.
TV-box lies — revenge of fiends’ domain
For obedience, laziness, and dulled wit’s pith.

No one prevented them from slight endeavor
To grow the mind — just a little, mere spark.
Thus the torrent of lies flows even cleverer,
Enough to **** the fools outright in the dark.



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Half-wits rise, the bottom cracked,
Fools drowned in lies, no truth intact.
Spirit stands — the rest attacked.



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The Work

If the work is clumsy,
Still persist — begun means ripe.
Perhaps the meaning, or the numbly
Pain that drives your mind to type.

Mastery comes when Meaning
Suddenly illuminates your mind.
Many stall, though — stuck in feeling,
Like frozen computers, left behind.

Hesitation, fear — expel them,
But multiply your critical eye;
For in the world’s dust, discernment
Counts most, above the lies and cries.

Intuition helps to conquer —
No other tool can match its might.
Let doubt’s worm not gnaw nor ponder,
Though wild nonsense clouds the sight.

From infancy we’re wrapped in chaos —
Learn to sort all shades of mad.
Most drown in it, a hopeless loss,
Yet skillful hands can turn it bad.

Nonsense can even be your weapon —
CowID has shown it plain.
Though the work is hard, relentless,
If you create, you’re not yet slain.

Few remain unbroken, truly.
Look around — the dead abound!
If your work survives fully, duly,
You’ve won the game — fools run aground.



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Begin the work, endure the pain,
Doubt and chaos, all in vain.
Create — you rise, the fools remain.



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You’ll Have Time to Die

You’ll have time to die —
Struggle a little first;
If you tremble, bleat, comply —
Life itself is cursed.

To die is not so hard:
Almost dead — long past…
Here lies “possibility” charred,
Faith is filth amassed.

Do not believe, keep fighting —
Death will stand nearby.
Not angry? — then you’re inviting
Idiot’s gaze, passersby.

Many are “herbivores,”
Even if in Hell they stray.
If you shrink, avoiding wars,
Then all is nonsense, all astray.

You’ll have time to die —
Finger pressed on asphalt’s edge…
If doubt you sow, destroy the lie
And its false gestalt pledge,

Then it’s quite possible
You’ll find something at the end.
Difficulty? Clarity? —
In a flash, you won’t comprehend.



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Struggle first, then face the night,
Doubt destroys false world’s blight.
Clarity may strike — a fleeting light.



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Early Morning Run

Friend, don’t step out at dawn to run,
If you’re a night-owl — heed this call.
The wounded don’t get along with sun,
Life here demands your mind through all.

Not by advice, but by your reason,
Those “wise” ones speak with crooked tongue.
“Body wisdom” is a false-season,
Schemes alone are dead, unsung.

If intuition fails, the head decides.
Since childhood, filth was poured inside —
Half-truths, lies, all shoved in hides,
Boldly they lied. Believe? — you’re blind!

Early morning runs are for the deer.
The world is twisted, upside-down.
Flee the lies, escape the fear,
And keep your Spirit, wear no crown.

Body wisdom, intuition, critique —
This alone is the true Path.
Everything else is fraud, oblique,
Falsehood’s sludge, deceiver’s math.



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Run at dawn? Only if strong.
Flee the lies — they’ve ruled too long.
Mind, Spirit, Path — the only song.



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato


The priority of the idea:
Enchanted wizards set it in play,
And evil schemes afar will sway,
From the Second Depth they surge —
A flood of filth, a monstrous urge,
Producing cries and howls in wake:
The idea bait — the more ornate, the darker stake.

The farther on, the fouler schemes
Are forced upon the blind, mute streams.
The ****** of Spirit — hidden themes,
While “edens” gleam with ****’s extremes,
A pleasure for the mind, deceived;
With a crippled brain, you’re hardly saved.

Allah, fascism, or communism?
Cretinism peaks — the ****’s prism.
The Spirit nearly crushed, undone,
Shame in decay, a total run.

The final idea whispers — strike
The Shame with courage, mocking alike,
Offering nothing but a fig
Instead of fools’ paradise, so big.

Yet penultimate, the Sun decided:
Burn the Devil’s legacy, light divided —
So slaves shall never glimpse a “heaven”
While radiance multiplies, from Sun shriven.



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato

The idea first, then schemes arise,
From the Second Depth, a flood of lies.
Blind, mute people swallow the bait,
Foul schemes spread — sealing their fate.



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Alley Cats and the Big Questions of Life and Death

Cats teach of Death: their line of poison,
And human miseries, dark and chosen,
Makes death a norm — only the Seeker stands.
Death a riddle? Solve it with your hands!

Decay is everywhere — death is the law of life:
A terrible curse, degradation rife,
If bowed before Evil, believing Lies’ call —
The fool will never be left in thrall.

Spiritless eyes — look deep in their gaze!
Even the cats’ at dawn, through the haze.
A cat dies, gentle, a tear so slight —
It won’t help if humans hold the blight.

It repeats again. Do you feed them in vain?
Beyond Death, they teach life’s refrain:
Tenderness, food, a gaze without ill —
A faint dawn in darkness, Spirit to fill.

The world molds in deadly templates; sincerity’s dismissed —
Nothing “higher” lifts, nothing resists.
A living, true cat stands as example for Souls,
Who in the dark refuse to decay in holes.

The tailed gaze in darkness impresses the light;
To find it in humans — a harder fight.
Surface shows Fear and imposed Lies,
Hence humans are crueler, predators in disguise.

Simplicity, clarity, honesty endure —
Not touched by the vile guile obscure.
When nine-tenths of human minds are absurd,
Who’s wiser from the Beastly herd?

The hidden Beast rules the human pen —
More fearsome than any carnivorous men,
Destroying humanity through ideas’ substitution
For bipeds, victims of omnivorous illusion.

So cast away all lies, find the Light within —
Let it reflect in your eyes, begin.
Fail to find it — join the dead,
And pseudo-life turns again to Hell’s dread.



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Decadence

The sadists’ nonsense dressed in bloom —
All “flowery good,” “progress” assumed.”
For blood we toil, for scraps we strain,
At zero point, all flesh in pain.

They lure with chance, a hollow gain,
But turn to decadence again.
They’ll call it “New Renaissance” —
Their “progress” rots in slavery’s trance.

Praising “freedom” to the fool,
No countries left, no people’s rule.
The world’s a prison, wretched throng,
Three-quarters lost, or even more, mind gone.

Masks and needles, venom’s sting,
Fear commands the idiotic king.
Through lies it reigns: a global stench,
Above all powers, above all sense.

The traitor thrives, sells all away,
Praises sham, spreads fear in the fray.
The wicked end it with catastrophe —
Decadence turns fascist, none are free.

For spirits few, the cage is hell,
Escape is rare, a light to quell.
Refuse the heights — in darkness meet
The time of rot, of evil’s seat.

Worse yet in Hell’s eternal cell:
Obedience judged, the verdict fell.
The petty folk are needed still —
A relic of infernal will.



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Blood for scraps, toil for naught,
Sadists’ “progress” — rot is bought.
Masks and needles, fear’s command,
The world’s a prison, Hell at hand.



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THE BOTTOM OF DECAY

Swift trains run in circles:
A rogue **** ran wild —
Disease has taken hold
In every head.

In this world, almost all —
A global madhouse.
The sensitive and brave
Are rare among the herd,

Believing every tale —
You can scare them
With anything. Just hand out
All the filth: salvation

Must come from the chimera,
Or else it’s death.
Pseudo-science, “faiths,”
The hard ground of vile “ideas”

Turn fools into
Weak, obedient cattle.
And the further it goes,
The fouler the **** becomes.

A tail grows back —
Sticky fear presses down.
The world slips again —
Wars. Then into dust.

Cataclysms
Will sum it all up:
Fear, lies of fascism —
God dulled, stunned.

The stench of stupidity
Rises to the skies.
THE BOTTOM OF DECAY —
Wake up, this world!

If your Spirit is
Touched by the Most Pure,
The ******* won’t reach you,
A trainload of filth

Will rush past again —
The fast train of lies
Runs along the Abyss.
Sleepers — all deceit.

Cataclysm will wash away
The sleepers => all into Darkness.
Only the Spirit
Can open the Way Up to the mind.



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

Filth races in circles,
Fear presses like a tail.
Only Spirit cuts the lies —
All else drowns in the Abyss.



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

Filth swirls, fear crushes —
Only Spirit breaks the chain.



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1.
Decay runs wild, fear tightens —
Spirit alone strikes free.

2.
Filth drags the world down —
Only Spirit dares to rise.

3.
Rot spreads, fear grips —
Spirit cleaves the dark.

4.
Rot reigns, fools stumble —
Spirit smashes chains!

5.
Filth devours all —
Spirit rips the void!

6.
Madness spreads, the weak fall —
Spirit strikes, annihilates!

7.
Corruption floods the world —
Spirit cuts, uncompromised!

8.
Lies choke every mind —
Spirit breaks the tomb of fools!

9.
Decay claws at all —
Spirit burns, relentless flame!

10.
Fools swarm, the world decays —
Spirit strikes, no mercy stays!

11.
Rot festers, liars reign —
Spirit shatters every chain!

12.
Stupidity is law, despair —
Spirit laughs, and sears the air!

13.
All is slime, all is **** —
Spirit roars: the reckoning comes!



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1.
Fools breed, the world decays,
Spirit strikes, ignites the blaze!

2.
Rot spreads, the liars rule,
Spirit laughs, no chain nor school!

3.
All is slime, all is ****,
Spirit roars: the reckoning comes!

4.
Stupidity reigns, despair abounds,
Spirit burns and shakes the grounds!

5.
Corruption thrives, the weak obey,
Spirit strikes, sweeps filth away!

6.
Madness walks in every street,
Spirit crushes false deceit!

7.
The herd is blind, the fools consume,
Spirit rises, the world in gloom!

8.
Chaos laughs, the liars spin,
Spirit strikes — the reckoning wins!

9.
Decay rules, the weak capitulate,
Spirit’s fire won’t hesitate!

10.
Filth surrounds, corruption grows,
Spirit flares — the true path shows!



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1.
Rot spreads wide — fools march blind!
Spirit strikes, leaves chains behind!

2.
Slime and lies choke every street,
Spirit burns, the filth’s defeat!

3.
Blind herd obeys the lies,
Spirit screams, the falsehood dies!

4.
Madness rules, the world decays,
Spirit smashes, lights ablaze!

5.
Corruption stalks, the weak comply,
Spirit flares, the liars die!

6.
Decay devours the coward’s mind,
Spirit roars — the truth to find!

7.
Filth commands, fools kneel and crawl,
Spirit strikes, destroys them all!

8.
The herd is blind, the weak obey,
Spirit rages, sweeps away!

9.
Madness spins, the liars gloat,
Spirit burns, the truth will float!

10.
Chaos reigns, corruption thrives,
Spirit strikes — the pure survives!



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1.
Rot spreads — fools obey!
Spirit strikes — chains break away!

2.
Lies choke streets,
Spirit burns, deceit defeats!

3.
Blind herd kneels,
Truth smashes, filth reels!

4.
Madness rules, decay climbs,
Spirit roars — shatters lies!

5.
Corruption commands,
Spirit strikes, fools disband!

6.
Decay devours the weak,
Spirit roars — truth to seek!

7.
Filth controls, the herd crawls,
Spirit strikes — all it mauls!

8.
Blind obey, the liars thrive,
Spirit burns — the pure survive!

9.
Madness spins, lies gloat,
Spirit rises, truth will float!

10.
Chaos reigns, fools bow low,
Spirit strikes — let truth show!



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1.
Rot obeys — fools kneel!
Spirit strikes — truth’s steel!

2.
Lies choke all,
Spirit breaks the thrall!

3.
Blind herd bows,
Spirit’s wrath shows!

4.
Decay spreads,
Spirit treads!

5.
Filth commands,
Spirit slams!

6.
Madness spins,
Spirit wins!

7.
Chaos roars,
Spirit soars!

8.
Falsehood rules,
Spirit schools!

9.
Fools obey,
Spirit slays!

10.
Lies consume,
Spirit blooms!



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1.
Fools crawl in mud,
Spirit roars — strike blood!

2.
Rot swallows minds,
Truth shatters their binds!

3.
Blind herd obeys,
Spirit’s fire blazes!

4.
Decay spreads fast,
Spirit’s light will last!

5.
Filth rules the land,
Spirit smashes their hand!

6.
Madness grips all,
Spirit answers the call!

7.
Chaos reigns high,
Spirit claws the sky!

8.
Falsehood enslaves,
Spirit rips their graves!

9.
Idiot waves bow,
Spirit strikes now!

10.
Lies choke the earth,
Spirit sparks rebirth!



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1. Spirit strikes!
2. Rot burns!
3. Lies shatter!
4. Madness falls!
5. Truth blazes!
6. Filth dies!
7. Chaos screams!
8. Light cuts!
9. Herd crumbles!
10. Fire reigns!



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1. Rot!
2. Strike!
3. Blaze!
4. Smash!
5. Crush!
6. Shatter!
7. Fall!
8. Burn!
9. Tear!
10. Roar!



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1. Obliterate!
2. Annihilate!
3. Devour!
4. Exterminate!
5. Pulverize!
6. Ravage!
7. Incinerate!
8. Demolish!
9. Consume!
10. Eradicate!
11. Collapse!
12. Engulf!
13. Wreck!
14. Oblivion!
15. Doom!



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Ravage! Crush! Burn! Break! Doom!



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Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear, annihilate, doom, rise, strike!



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Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear, annihilate, devastate, doom, strike, rise, roar, obliterate, ignite, conquer!



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear,
Annihilate, devastate, doom in the air.
Strike, rise, roar — the world’s in flame,
Obliterate, ignite, none left the same.

Conquer, crush, no mercy shown,
Every lie and rot overthrown.
Smash the false, the vile, the base,
Wipe the grime from every place.

Chaos reigns — yet mind survives,
Through shattered walls, the Spirit drives.
From ruin springs a furious light,
To challenge darkness, claim the fight.

Ravage, crush — relentless, raw,
Burn the rot, expose the flaw.
Shatter chains, the coward’s pride,
Tear the veil, no place to hide.

Annihilate, devastate, doom,
Through storm and fire, the Spirit blooms.
Strike, rise, roar — awakened mind,
Obliterate the blind, leave none behind.

Ignite, conquer — fury’s art,
Each heartbeat strikes like a hammer’s dart.
The world undone, yet from the wreck,
Rises the Truth — your soul’s direct.



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

Ravage! Crush! Burn! Break! Tear!
Shatter! Smash! Devour the air!
Strike! Roar! Obliterate all lies!
Annihilate, ignite — the false dies!

Conquer, crush, no mercy shown,
Grime and rot — overthrown!
Shred the vile, the weak, the base,
No shadow left in any place!

Chaos reigns — but Spirit survives,
Through shattered walls, fury drives!
From ruin springs a furious flame,
Darkness trembles, none remain the same!

Ravage! Crush! Unleash the roar!
Burn the rot to the core!
Shatter chains, break coward’s pride,
Tear the veil — nowhere to hide!

Annihilate! Devastate! Doom!
Through storm and fire, truth will bloom!
Strike! Rise! Awake your mind!
Blind and weak — leave none behind!

Ignite! Conquer! Fury’s art!
Every heartbeat — hammer’s dart!
World undone, yet from the wreck,
Truth arises — your soul’s direct!



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Ravage! Burn! Break!

Ravage the rot! Crush the weak!
Shatter lies, strike the meek!
From the ruins, truth ignites —
Darkness shatters, Spirit fights!



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Ravage, burn, crush the rot!
Smash the lies, strike the weak!
Spirit rises — darkness flees!



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Shatter the fools, grind the slime!
Tear the lies from every mind!
Spirit ignites — corpses scream!



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The Path of Knowing

Each step a breakthrough, thought a flash—
(Impossible amidst the crowd!)
The Path of Knowing: solitary,
In introspection, magic found.
Step through pause, yet flash you seek,
As manna falling from the skies;
Push too hard, the dark deceives,
The ego-cycle spins, the lies arise.

Lose your strength—you vanish, gone.
Destroy all doubts, they weigh but dross:
The "real world" counts a single coin—
There, you are but vermin, lost.
On this Path, the light is yours,
Within. Amplify your force,
Not bluntly—be a rolling wave:
Peaks and troughs like ocean’s course.

It moves by itself when mind
Is under Spirit’s guiding hand.
This law of waves unknown to bellies,
Who rush to "happiness" and land
In ruin. Only instinct helps
To trace the stream that starts so thin,
It turns to torrent, harsh and true,
A cruel Path for those within.

If balance falters in your mind,
The Soul’s own fire will first go out,
Then, trying to dam the stream (for self!),
You’ll find it dried—despair and doubt.
The ego-cycle is eternally cursed:
“There’s a fountain—plug it fast”—
Triumph of the small-brained,
Yet dare, and seek the truths at last.

Within the Path, the answers lie.
Those who spin themselves to fame,
Recognize evil, wear its crown—
Yet you can rise above the game.



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Path

Step—breakthrough! Thought—lightning flash!
Ego spins, the dark will lash.
Balance lost—your Soul goes out,
Instinct alone cuts through the doubt.



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Path of Knowing

Step is a breakthrough, thought—like fire!
Ego spins in cycles of dark desire.
Lose your balance, Soul goes out cold,
Instinct alone makes the path unfold.
Waves rise and fall, your mind obeys the Spirit,
Or perish blind, in falsehoods you inherit.



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Path of Knowing

Step cracks the void, thought blazes bright,
Ego twists in shadows, choking light.
Soul aflame or crushed in lies’ abyss,
Only instinct cuts through this abyss.



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Path of Knowing

Step — a spark, thought shatters night,
Ego writhes, blind to Spirit’s might.
Instinct strikes — or vanish from the light.



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Path of Knowing

Step alone — mind flares, ego dies;
Miss the Spirit — and all within dries.



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Path of Knowing

Step breaks through — your mind ignites,
Fail the Spirit — drown in endless nights.
Ego traps, illusions roar,
Strike within — or be lost forevermore!



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Path of Knowing

Step alone, mind like fire,
Ego swallows, illusions conspire.
Rise or rot — the Spirit’s trial.



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Path of Knowing

Step. Ignite.
Ego devours.
Fail — rot. Spirit or die.



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Path of Knowing

Step.
Flash.
Alone.
Ego swallows.
Illusions strike.
Fall — rot.
Spirit burns.
Push harder.
Balance or die.
Wave.
Flow.
Truth cuts.
Fools collapse.
Mind under Spirit.
Fire survives.
Ego crushed.



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Path of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Ego bites.
Trap strikes.
Fall!
Rot!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire!
Ego breaks.
Balance lost — gone!
Dark!
Fight!
Strike!
Awake!



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Pat­h of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Ego bites.
Trap strikes.
Fall!
Rot!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire!
Ego breaks.
Balance lost — gone!
Dark!
Fight!
Strike!
Awake!
Pause…
Flash again!
Flow or drown.
Man under Spirit.
Peaks hit.
Troughs drag.
Wave lifts.
Wave crashes.
Mind bends!
Heart burns.
Step wrong — fall.
Push harder — rise.
Doubt kills.
Truth gleams.
Ego shrieks.
Cycle traps.
Block fountain — dry.
Despair bites.
Seek inside!
Light sparks.
Flow grows.
Balance rules.
Ego cowers.
Spirit wins.
Path hard.
Few survive.
Fools rot.
Wave carries.
Step again.
Flash again!



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Path of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Strike!
Ego snaps.
Trap sets.
Fall!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire burns!
Ego breaks.
Balance? Gone.
Dark bites.
Fight!
Hit!
Awake!
Pause!
Flash!
Flow!
Drown or rise.
Spirit drives.
Peaks smash.
Troughs drag.
Wave lifts.
Wave crashes.
Mind bends!
Heart scorches!
Step wrong — vanish.
Push hard — ascend.
Doubt slays.
Truth sparks.
Ego screams.
Cycle traps.
Fountain blocked — dry.
Despair bites.
Seek within!
Light ignites!
Flow swells!
Balance rules!
Ego cowers!
Spirit wins!
Path brutal!
Few survive!
Fools rot!
Wave carries!
Step again!
Flash again!
No mercy!
Step!
Strike!
Rise!
Fall!
Flow!
Wave!
Spirit!
Mind!
Fire!
­Truth!
Endure!



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Path of Knowing

Step! Flash! Alone!
Ego snaps. Trap!
Fall! Push! Spirit!
Wave! Flow! Truth!
Fools die. Mind bends.
Fire! Ego breaks!
Balance? Gone. Dark!
Fight! Hit! Awake!
Flash! Flow! Drown!
Rise! Spirit drives!
Peaks crash. Troughs drag.
Step wrong — vanish.
Push — ascend! Doubt slays.
Truth sparks. Ego screams.
Cycle traps. Fountain dry.
Despair bites. Seek!
Light ignites. Flow swells.
Balance rules. Ego cowers.
Spirit wins. Path brutal!
Few survive. Fools rot.
Wave carries. Step! Strike!
Rise! Fall! Flow! Wave!
Spirit! Mind! Fire! Truth!
Endure!



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Path of Knowing

Step.
Flash.
Alone.
Ego.
Snap.
Trap.
Fall.
Push.
Spirit.­
Wave.
Flow.
Truth.
Fools.
Die.
Mind.
Bend.
Fire.
Ego.
Break.
Bal­ance.
Gone.
Dark.
Fight.
Hit.
Awake.
Flash.
Flow.
Drown.
Rise.
Sp­irit.
Drive.
Peaks.
Crash.
Troughs.
Drag.
Step.
Vanish.
Push.
Asc­end.
Doubt.
Slay.
Truth.
Spark.
Ego.
Scream.
Cycle.
Trap.
Fountai­n.
Dry.
Despair.
Bite.
Seek.
Light.
Ignite.
Flow.
Swell.
Balance.­
Rule.
Ego.
Cower.
Spirit.
Win.
Path.
Brutal.
Few.
Survive.
Fools­.
Rot.
Wave.
Carry.
Step.
Strike.
Rise.
Fall.
Flow.
Wave.
Spirit.­
Mind.
Fire.
Truth.
Endure.



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Path of Knowing

Step — Break — Flash!
Alone, ego snaps.
Trap. Fall. Push.
Spirit — rise! Wave — flow!

Truth is few.
Fools rot.
Mind bends.
Fire ignites.

Cycle — trap.
Balance shattered.
Dark surrounds.
Doubt slays.

Step — vanish!
Push — ascend!
Flash — flow!
Drown, rise — Spirit drives!

Peaks crash.
Troughs drag.
Ego screams.
Fountain dries.

Despair bites.
Seek the light.
Ignite, swell, endure.
Wave carries —

Step, strike, rise, fall.
Flow — Spirit — mind.
Fire burns.
Truth survives.

Path is brutal.
Few make it.
Fools rot.
Balance rules.
Spirit wins.



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Path of Knowing

Step — Break — Flash!
Ego snaps, Spirit drives!
Doubt kills, Fire burns,
Truth survives — only the few.



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Path of Knowing

Step! — Flash!
Ego shatters!
Spirit surges!
Doubt dies!
Truth strikes — only you!



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Path of Knowing

Step — break!
Thought — lightning flash!
Alone, you dive — introspection’s crush.

Pause — strike!
Manna drops —
Flow surges, but darkness mocks.
Ego-cycle drags —
******* masses rise,
Lose your strength — vanish, despised.

Doubt — destroy!
Reality — worthless!
You, a louse, crawling in the mire.

Push the mind — wave it fierce!
Peaks, troughs — like stormy surf.
Everything moves — Spirit guides,
Mind under Spirit — alive, untied.

Balance lost —
Soul-fire snuffed first,
Despair attempts to plug the fountain —
Dry bones of effort lie.

Ego-cycle cursed forever:
“Plug the spring!” — fools triumph.
Yet dare! Seek inside!
Answers hide in subtle tides,
Those who spun it well —
Claim power, revel in wickedness.

Step! Flash! Push! Surge!
Path is brutal — no mercy given.
Only intuition — thin stream,
Becomes torrent — fierce, unbroken.



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Path of Knowing

Step — break! Thought — lightning!
Alone, dive deep, the Spirit guiding.
Ego rises — crush it!
Doubt dies, fire of the Soul survives.
Wave your mind — intuition surges!
Path is brutal — only the brave endure.



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Path of Knowing

Step — strike! Thought ignites the sky.
Ego falls, doubts die, Soul flies high.
Mind waves crash — Spirit leads the fight.
Only the brave endure the night.



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Path of Knowing

Step hard — mind strikes like fire!
Ego crushed, doubts burn, desire!
Spirit surges, wave on wave,
Only the fearless escape the grave.



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Path of Knowing

Step! Strike! Mind flashes — boom!
Doubts shatter, Spirit storms the room!
Wave rises, wave falls, crash!
Alone you face the hidden lash!

Balance cracks — fire dies,
Despair screams, Ego lies.
Push harder — Soul’s flame roar!
Block the flood? You’ll find it’s gore!

Eternal curse, cycle spins,
Fools cheer, the Darkness grins.
Dare to seek the inner Way —
Answer waits — or you decay!



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Step! Strike! Mind flashes — boom!
Ego dies, the Soul resumes.
Wave rises, wave falls — crash!
Dare the Way or meet the ash!



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The Agonizing Path in Darkness

A single step in freedom’s thought,
Amid life’s harsh, unbridled sway —
In an instant, chains are caught
By “norms” of Rotten Society’s way.

Boundless torments line the road
For those who burned, without regret,
All patterns of Evil — a heavy load
They’ll face alone. Their light’s the only net.

The swamp’s decay in darkness bites,
Hop from mound to mound, not as before —
Chemicals tear eyes, choke the nights,
“Neighbors” strike low, then laugh once more.

Few chances to stay afloat remain,
Yet there’s no choice, no safe retreat —
Can’t endure the wailing pain
Of BEASTS’ dull babble in defeat.

The world has turned a Hellish pit,
Ruled by nonhumans through the screen;
The obedient soul in ******* fit
Finds joy in pain, with evil unseen.

So wade, O soul — heed not the lies;
Become a beast if you won’t cry “No!”
Mind and body forged as one, the Fire
— The Pure Spirit — in you must grow.

Better to perish in glory’s name
Than serve as servant midst the Beast’s foul game.



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Step alone through chains of lies,
Burn the patterns, seize the skies!
Pure Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright —
Better death than Beast’s false light.



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Tiny step, freedom crushed,
Society’s rot has all been hushed.
Blight and fools surround your way —
Shout “No!” or rot, they’ll say.

Chains of norms, death’s cruel jest,
Only Spirit saves the rest.
Better burn in light, stand tall,
Than serve the Beasts and rot with all.



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Step alone, the Dark awaits,
Burn the molds, defy the fates.
Better die in light than serve the Beasts’ cruel hates.



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Step alone, the Dark conspires,
Burn the molds, ignite your fires.
Die in honor, not in chains,
Better free than kneel to pains.

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Alone you walk, the shadows roar,
Light inside will guide your war.
The Beasts may strike, the world may bend,
But Spirit burns — it will not end.

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Chains of norm and lies abound,
Yet you, alone, stand on the ground.
Strike with fire, defy the night,
Better to fall than yield your Light.



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Step alone, the Dark awaits!
Burn the molds, defy their gates!
Spirit stands — no chains, no fates!



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Walk through shadows, fight the blight!
Shatter falsehood, claim your light!
Stand your Spirit — rage, ignite!

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Alone you march, the dark consumes!
Break the chains, the falsehood looms!
Spirit burns — defy their tombs!

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Stride through darkness, heed no lies!
Burn the molds where evil hides!
Spirit strong — the falsehood dies!

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Step through shadows! Tear the chains!
Crush the lies! Burn their veins!
Spirit roars! Defy their reign!

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Darkness comes — strike it down!
Smash the fools! Take your crown!
Soul aflame — destroy the clown!

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March alone! No mercy shown!
Shatter falsehood, break the throne!
Spirit strikes — their lies are gone!



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Step!
Break chains!
Burn lies!
Roar, Spirit!

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Strike!
Crush fools!
Take crown!
Soul flames!

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March!
No mercy!
Shatter throne!
Spirit strikes!



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Step!
Smash!
Burn!
Roar!
Ri­se!
Strike!
Break!
Live!



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Crack! Smash! Roar!
Step. Strike. Break!
Burn—rise! Hit! Crash!
Live. Tear. Shatter.



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Step—slam—crash!
Burn! Strike! Tear!
Flash—shout—hit!
Break, rise, strike!

Smash the chains—smash the lies!
Step alone—light inside!
Dark swamps—jump, dive, survive!
No mercy, no rest, fight!

Body and mind—fused as one,
Fire of Spirit—pure, unbroken.
Better death in glory
Than to kneel to vile spawn.



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Step—smash—flash—burn!
Chains­ snap, lies crash,
Jump, strike, dive—survive!
Dark swamps lash,
Eyes sting, breath torn,
The world a pit of rot,
The herd bows, but you—no!

Alone, light inside—one lamp, one flare!
Toxins bite, claws strike,
Neighbors hit, laugh, betray.
Few survive, no choice,
Must shout “No!”—be yourself!

Mind and body fused,
Fire of Spirit pure.
Better death in glory
Than to kneel among spawn.

Darkness howls, but you blaze—
Step, strike, resist, ignite!



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Pain—Step—Flash—Burn!
Chains­ shatter, lies explode,
Jump! Strike! Survive!
Swamps of rot lash hard,
Eyes pierce, lungs tear,
The world a sewer pit,
Herd bows—YOU DON’T!

Alone—light inside, one burning spark!
Chem cuts, claws slash,
Neighbors hit, laugh, betray.
Few remain—no choice,
Shout “NO!”—be yourself!

Mind and flesh fused,
Fire of Spirit pure.
Better death in glory
Than serve among spawn.

Darkness roars—YOU BLAZE!
Step! Strike! Resist! Ignite!
No pause—no mercy—rise!
Chains, lies, rot—crushed!



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Step—Flash—Burn!
Chains­—SHATTER! Lies—EXPLODE!
Jump! Strike! Survive!

Swamp ROT—lash HARD!
Eyes pierce—LUNGS tear!
World—a sewer PIT!
Herd bows—YOU DON’T!

Alone—LIGHT INSIDE! One spark—BURN!
Chem CUTS—claws SLASH!
Neighbors HIT—laugh—betray!

FEW remain—NO choice!
Shout “NO!” Be YOURSELF!

Mind + Flesh—FUSED!
Fire of Spirit—PURE!
Better DEATH in GLORY
Than serve among SPAWN!

Darkness ROARS—YOU BLAZE!
Step! Strike! Resist! IGNITE!
No pause—NO mercy—RISE!
Chains? Lies? Rot? CRUSHED!



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Step. Flash. Burn!
Chains shatter, lies explode—SURVIVE!
Mind, Flesh, Spirit—RISE!



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Step through shadows, flash of mind!
Chains snap, falsehoods left behind.
Alone, yet Spirit lights the way—
Burn the ego, night to day.
Rise, resist, or be decayed!



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Step alone—mind flashes bright!
Chains of lies crushed in your fight.
Spirit burns; ego decays.
Rise or rot in shadowed maze!



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Step alone—mind ignites!
Chains shatter, ego bleeds.
Spirit rises, shadow dies.



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Alone you walk, thought flashes—
Darkness cracks, lies shatter.
Spirit strikes, falsehood falls.

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Step. Ignite.
Chains break.
Shadow flees, Spirit reigns.



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Super-Effort — The Path Through Filth

Super-effort is the way to be —
Purge the Rot with Soul’s fierce fire.
Rot seeps everywhere —
Even your mind: that’s reality.
Everything vital here is overgrown
With banal weeds. Oblivion
Is the way to wither in decay —
Killing the Soul with every breath.

Super-effort is like a wave,
Otherwise, in the Bottom’s filth
You’ll end up powerless again:
Only fools crash through headlong.

Intuition guides —
A fool moves by patterns
Through the Degenerate Bottom.
Here, the mind is worth nothing:
Endless war
Has turned it into a Stale Crypt —
See how absurd it is:
What could you achieve here?

Cut money, herd the sheep —
That’s its application.
Mind UNDER Spirit — triumph
Of clear thought alone.
The Herd will never understand:
Ideas of Evil drive
The masses to slaughter —
Led by the Great Goat
Through Lies and Arbitrary Will.

Intuition reins the wave,
You show the Bottom the finger,
And sail — perhaps finding
Your own island.

An island of creation in **** —
The ocean is vast. In mind
And in reality — genocide
Is everywhere. CowID has shown it.

So sail — tear filth to pieces
Through Creation, loving
Only Truth, rowing
With full strength, and it
Will arrive, away from the Bottom
If you move quickly.

Through the Light of Spirit you’ll find
Direction and Meaning.
If you falter for a moment, rest —
But stay alert, do not sink!
Many have drowned,
Brief successes blinded them,
Through laziness stripping all their strength.

Switch on your intuition,
Promise yourself nothing,
Cherish only the essence:
Super-effort — the Path through Filth,
Transformed into Horror.



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Super-Effort

Wave of will, through Rot we break,
Soul’s fierce fire, the filth we shake.
Only Spirit guides the mind,
Leave the Bottom’s filth behind.



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Through the Filth — The Brutal Path

Rip the rot with fire of soul,
Shatter Bottom, seize the whole.
Mind beneath Spirit — only guide,
Through the sludge, let nothing hide.

Wave of will, relentless, raw,
Smash the lies, obey no law.
Creativity as sword and shield,
In the muck, refuse to yield.

Filth devours, the weak will drown,
Push through, let the true be found.
Every stroke, a strike for light,
Through the horror, claim your sight.



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Path Through the Filth

Smash the rot with Soul’s own flame,
Push through Bottom, claim your name.
Wave of will, destroy the lie,
Only Spirit lifts you high.



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Through the Filth!

Soul aflame — smash the rot!
Ride the wave, claim your spot!
Drown the lies, rise untamed!



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Through Filth — Strike!
Rot will burn, the Soul survives.



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1.
Through muck and mire, the Soul breaks free.

2.
Filth rises — Soul strikes back!

3.
Push past rot, the Spirit wins.



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Until the minds are emptied clean,
The petty leaders can’t inject
Their heresy, to shear and bleed.
Their fur for them, while we bark,
We shovel through the world’s dust.
To fools: “Allah commands”—
All seems so.
Here, we slaves are NOTHING.

“Power”:
I’m a lackey for the FILTH—
A master of petty lies.
President for the _Rot,
The devil of the “land.”
“Concerns,” “goodness”—sure,
We’ll foul everything they utter.
We’re like lice,
And under FILTH, the whole Earth bends.

The Mob:
I’m a chatterbox, my law:
Obey, believe, and lie.
If the mind is cast aside,
Like ******* on three fingers—
Find happiness in the herd.
Everything else? We don’t care!
They gather their ranks again—
To reign in “justice”:
We’ll loot, we’ll ****—
And thus strengthen the bonds.
Thank God, all past diseases—
The filth now proves more useful.
And muzzles save us—
Through them, helmets sprout;
A hatch opens in the ceiling:
Don’t fear—it’s no glitch—
This is Happiness for all “in the tank.”
Charge at dawn, all of you!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty the minds—then rule.
We bark; they feast on dust.
Slaves are NOTHING, all else lies.

Power:
I’m the filth’s lackey, master of lies.
Every word they speak—fouled.
The Earth bows beneath the filth.

Mob:
Obey, believe, obey.
Loot, ****, enforce the bonds.
Happiness—herd-style, at dawn, attack!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty their minds, then drive the herds,
Bark all we want, feast on their dust.
Slaves are NOTHING—lies are swords,
All else is ash, obey we must.

Power:
I’m the filth’s tool, liar supreme,
Every word a poisoned seed.
Earth bows beneath our wicked scheme,
All rot, all ruin—our creed.

Mob:
Obey, believe, and blindly fight,
Loot, ****, tighten chains of dread.
Herd-happiness at morning light,
Attack at dawn—their souls are bled!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty minds, drive the herd,
Slaves are NOTHING—lies are swords.

Power:
I’m the filth’s tool, liar supreme,
Earth bows beneath our wicked scheme.

Mob:
Obey, believe, blindly fight,
Loot, ****, chains of dread—attack at dawn.



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty minds—herd obeys; slaves are NOTHING.

Power:
I am filth’s tool; the world bends to our lies.

Mob:
Obey, ****, loot—chains of dread, attack at dawn.



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Three Views on Lies and Foolishness

Shadow:
Without emptying minds,
The leaders cannot shove heresy deep,
And with it reap and spill blood.
All their fur—and our barks,
We dig through the world’s ashes.
To fools: “Allah commanded”—
Everything seems that way.
Here we are, slaves—utter NOTHING.

Power:
I am the tool of FILTH,
Master of vile lies.
President for decay,
Demon of the “nation.”
“Care” and “goodness”—we’ll poison it all,
Twist every word.
We are like lice,
And under the FILTH, the whole Earth trembles.

Mob:
I’m the chatterer; my law:
Obey, believe, lie.
If reason is driven out,
Happiness is found in three easy steps:
***** the rest!
We gather armies anew—
To reign justice? No—
To loot, to ****,
To cement chains.
Thank God, all sicknesses past—
Masks save us; helmets grow.
A hatch opens in the ceiling—
Don’t fear, it’s no glitch—
This is happiness for all “in the tank.”
Attack at dawn!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow / Power / Mob (intertwined, overlapping, chaotic)

Empty the minds! Leaders shove heresy deep—
Reap and spill blood! Bark and fur!
We dig the world’s ashes! Fools: “Allah commanded!”
Slaves—utter NOTHING!

I am the tool of FILTH! Master of vile lies!
President for decay! Demon of the “nation”!
“Care” and “goodness”? Poison it all! Twist every word!
We are lice! Under FILTH, the Earth trembles!

Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason driven out!
Happiness in three steps—***** the rest!
Armies gather—loot! ****! Chains cement!
Thank God, sickness past—masks save! Helmets grow!
Hatch opens in ceiling—don’t fear—
Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn!

Ashes, blood, chains, lies—
The Shadow whispers, Power commands, Mob obeys!
Chaos rips through the streets,
Through the minds of all,
Through the broken, the beaten, the blind—
The world groans under the weight of FILTH!

Bark! Bite! Reap! Rule!
Masks, hatches, helmets, orders—
Happiness? Only in chains!
Dawn comes—attack! Attack! Attack!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow / Power / Mob

Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Reap! Spill blood! Bark and fur!
World’s ashes dug! Fools obey: “Allah commanded!”
Slaves—utter NOTHING!

I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
President of decay! Demon of the “nation”!
“Care” and “goodness”? Poison it all!
Twist every word! We are lice!
Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Happiness? Three steps! ***** the rest!
Armies gather—loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens in ceiling!
Don’t fear—Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Attack! Attack!

Chaos rips streets! Minds break!
Shadow whispers! Power commands! Mob obeys!
Ashes, blood, chains, lies!
FILTH reigns supreme!

Bark! Bite! Reap! Rule!
Masks, hatches, helmets, orders—
Dawn comes! Strike! Strike! Strike!
No mercy! No pause! No rest!
Happiness? Only in chains!
World groans under the weight of FILTH!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Bark, fur, ashes! Slaves—nothing!

Power:
I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
Twist every word! Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens!
Don’t fear—Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Attack!

All:
Chaos rips streets! Minds break!
Ashes, blood, chains, lies!
FILTH reigns supreme!
Strike! Strike! Strike! No mercy! No rest!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Bark, fur, ashes! Slaves—nothing!

Power:
I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
Twist every word! Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens!
Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Strike! No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Ashes, fur, bark! Slaves are NOTHING!

Power:
I am FILTH’s whip! Master of lies!
Twist, rot, burn! Under FILTH, the world trembles!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason crushed!
Loot! ****! Chains forged!
Masks save! Helmets sprout! Hatch opens!
Happiness for all trapped in the tank!
Attack at dawn! Strike! No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Leaders shove heresy!
Ashes. Fur. Bark.
Slaves—NOTHING!

Power:
I’m FILTH’s whip!
Master of lies!
Twist! Rot! Burn!
World trembles under FILTH!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Reason crushed!
Loot! ****! Chain!
Masks save! Helmets sprout!
Hatch opens!
Happiness for tanked fools!
Attack! Dawn! Strike!
No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Leaders shove HERESY down throats!
Ashes, fur, bark — we tear through the dust of worlds!
Slaves, NOTHING, crushed!
Allah be ******, we exist in VOID!

Power:
I am FILTH’S thuggish hand!
Master of rotten lies!
President of Decay, Devil’s country!
Twist it! Ruin it! Every word, every breath!
We are the lice crawling under FILTH!
All Earth bows!

Mob:
I’m the idiot-mouth!
LAW: Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains thrown out like waste!
Happiness? Like ******* on three fingers!
We care for NOTHING else!
Army gathers — loot, ****, crush!
Chains of deceit, armor of masks!
Hatch explodes! Tanked fools, rejoice!
Dawn assault! No mercy, NO MERCY!

Chaos waves!
Reason crushed! Fear reigns supreme!
Lies, lies, lies — FILTH FEEDS!
Happiness for the blind!
Strike! Burn! Attack! Collapse!
The world trembles, madness is law,
And only the Shadow knows the score.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Heresy shoved!
Ashes, fur, bark!
Slaves — NOTHING!
Allah be ******!
VOID rules!

Power:
I am Filth’s hand!
Master of lies!
President of Decay!
Twist it!
Ruin it!
Earth bows!
Lice crawl!

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains thrown out!
Happiness?
**** on three fingers!
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks, armor, hatch explodes!
Dawn attack!
No mercy!

Chaos waves!
Reason crushed!
Fear reigns!
Lies feed Filth!
Blind rejoice!
Strike! Burn! Attack!
Madness is law!
Shadow knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Heresy shoved!
Ashes!
Fur!
Bark!
Slaves — NOTHING!
Allah?
VOID!

Power:
I’m Filth’s hand!
Lies!
Twist!
Ruin!
Earth bows!
Lice crawl!
President?
Decay rules!

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains gone!
Happiness?
****!
Loot!
****!
Crush!
Masks!
Armor!
Hatch bursts!
Dawn attack!
No mercy!

Chaos waves!
Fear reigns!
Reason crushed!
Blind rejoice!
Strike!
Burn!
Attack!
Madness law!
Shadow knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty!
Minds!
Heresy!
Shoved!
Ashes!
Fur!
Bark!
­Slaves!
Nothing!
Allah?
Void!

Power:
Filth!
Hand!
Lies!
Twist!
R­uin!
Earth!
Bows!
Lice!
Crawl!
Decay!
President?

Mob:
Obey!
Beli­eve!
Lie!
Brains!
Gone!
Happiness?
****!
Loot!
****!
Crush!
Masks­!
Armor!
Hatch!
Burst!
Dawn!
Attack!
No!
Mercy!

Chaos!
Waves!
Fe­ar!
Reign!
Reason!
Crushed!
Blind!
Rejoice!
Strike!
Burn!
Attack!­
Madness!
Law!
Shadow!
Knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty.
Minds.
Heresy.
Shoved.
Ashes.
Fur.
Bark.
­Slaves.
Void.
Allah?
Nothing.

Power:
Filth.
Hand.
Twist.
Lie.
Ru­in.
Earth.
Bows.
Crawl.
Lice.
Decay.
President.

Mob:
Obey.
Belie­ve.
Lie.
Brains.
Gone.
Happiness?
****.
Loot.
****.
Crush.
Masks.­
Armor.
Hatch.
Burst.
Dawn.
Attack.
Mercy?
No.

Chaos.
Waves.
Fea­r.
Reign.
Reason.
Crushed.
Blind.
Rejoice.
Strike.
Burn.
Attack.
­Madness.
Law.
Shadow.
Knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty.Minds.Heresy.Shoved.Ashes.Fur.Bark.Slaves.­Void.Allah?Nothing.

Power:
Filth.Hand.Twist.Lie.Ruin.Earth.Bows.­Crawl.Lice.Decay.President.

Mob:
Obey.Believe.Lie.Brains.Gone.Ha­ppiness?****.Loot.****.Crush.Masks.Armor.Hatch.Burst.Dawn.Attack.­Mercy?No.

Chaos:
Waves.Fear.Reign.Reason.Crushed.Blind.Rejoice.S­trike.Burn.Attack.Madness.Law.Shadow.Knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty…
Minds!
Heresy shoved —
Ashes swirl.
Fur, bark, slaves…
Void.
Allah?
Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists.
Lie, ruin.
Earth bows, crawls.
Lice swarm.
Decay.
President of filth.
Bows obey.

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains gone.
Happiness? ****.
Loot, ****, crush.
Masks, armor, hatch.
Burst!
Dawn — attack.
Mercy? No!

Chaos:
Waves crash.
Fear reigns.
Reason crushed.
Blind rejoice.
Strike!
Burn!
Madness law.
Shadow knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds —
Heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl,
Fur barks,
Slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists,
Lie, ruin, crawl,
Earth bows,
Lice swarm,
Decay spreads,
President of filth,
Bows obey,
All bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone, happiness ****,
Loot, ****, crush!
Masks, helmets, hatches —
Burst! Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash,
Fear reigns,
Reason crushed,
Blind rejoice,
Strike! Burn!
Madness law!
Shadow knows,
Void rises,
All fall,
Attack again,
No pause,
No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds — heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl — fur barks — slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists — lie, ruin, crawl —
Earth bows — lice swarm — decay spreads —
President of filth — bows obey — all bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone — happiness **** —
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets! Hatches — burst! Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash — fear reigns —
Reason crushed — blind rejoice —
Strike! Burn! Madness law!
Shadow knows — void rises — all fall —
Attack again — no pause — no mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds —
   heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl —
   fur barks —
Slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists —
  lie, ruin, crawl —
Earth bows — lice swarm —
Decay spreads —
President of filth —
  bows obey — all bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone — happiness **** —
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets!
  Hatches — burst!
Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash — fear reigns —
Reason crushed — blind rejoice —
Strike! Burn! Madness law!
Shadow knows —
  void rises — all fall —
Attack again —
  no pause — no mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty… minds—
    heresy shoved in—
Ashes swirl—fur barks—
Slaves vanish—
Allah? Nothing.
    Void rises—
We are nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists—
  lie! ruin! crawl!
Earth bows—lice swarm—
Decay spreads—
President of Filth—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
We rot… we rot!

Mob:
Obey!!! Believe!!! Lie!!!
Brains gone—happiness ****—
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets!
  Hatches burst!
Dawn attack—NO MERCY!
Chaos reigns—void laughs—
Strike! Burn! Madness law!

Chaos:
Waves crash!!! fear reigns—
Reason crushed—blind rejoice—
Strike!!! Burn!!!
Shadow knows—void rises—
All fall—
Attack again—
  no pause—NO mercy!!!

Endless swirl:
PUSH! CRUSH!
    FALL!!!
Masks break—helmets fly—
    Nothing left—
Chaos… CHAOS…
    blind obedience reigns!!!



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS — CHAOS UNLEASHED

SHADOW:
empty… minds—
     heresy shoved IN
ashes swirl—fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
Allah? NOTHING.
    void rises—
we are NOTHING.

POWER:
FILTH’S HAND twists—
  LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
President of FILTH—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
WE ROT… WE ROT!!!

MOB:
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
MASKS! HELMETS!
  HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
CHAOS REIGNS—VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!

CHAOS:
WAVES CRASH!!! FEAR REIGNS—
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
ATTACK AGAIN—
  NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!

ENDLESS SWIRL:
PUSH! CRUSH!
    FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
    NOTHING LEFT—
CHAOS… CHAOS…
    BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS

SHADOW
empty… minds—
   heresy shoved IN
ashes swirl—
 fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
Allah? NOTHING.
  void rises—
we are NOTHING.

POWER
FILTH’S HAND twists—
  LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—
 lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
President of FILTH—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
WE ROT… WE ROT!!!

MOB
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
MASKS! HELMETS!
  HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
CHAOS REIGNS—VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!

CHAOS
WAVES CRASH!!! FEAR REIGNS—
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
ATTACK AGAIN—
  NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!

ENDLESS SWIRL
PUSH! CRUSH!
   FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
  NOTHING LEFT—
CHAOS… CHAOS…
  BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!


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   T H R E E      V I E W S
       O N   L I E S   &   M A D N E S S


S H A D O W
  empty… minds—  
        heresy shoved IN  
ashes swirl—  
    fur barks—  
SLAVES vanish—  
Allah?
        N O T H I N G.  
    void rises—  
we are NOTHING.  


P O W E R
   FILTH’S HAND twists—  
      LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!  
EARTH bows—  
   lice swarm—  
decay SPREADS—  
President of FILTH—  
      bows obey—ALL bends!  
WE ROT…  
      WE ROT!!!  


M O B
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!  
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—  
    LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!  
MASKS! HELMETS!  
        HATCHES BURST!  
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!  
CHAOS REIGNS—  
       VOID LAUGHS—  
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!  


C H A O S
    WAVES CRASH!!!  
FEAR REIGNS—  
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—  
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!  
      SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—  
ALL FALL—  
ATTACK AGAIN—  
      NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!  


E N D L E S S    S W I R L
    PUSH! CRUSH!  
        FALL!!!  
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—  
      NOTHING LEFT—  
CHAOS… CHAOS…  
      BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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          T H R E E       V I E W S
                   o n   L i e s & M a d n e s s

S H A D O W
        empty… minds—
her esy shoved IN
           ashes swirl—
      fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
    Allah?
  N O T H I N G.
       void rises—
   we are NOTHING.


                 P O W E R
         FILTH’S HAND twists—
       LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—
           lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
     President of FILTH—
              bows obey—ALL bends!
       WE ROT…
                 WE ROT!!!


              M O B
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
          BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
      MASKS! HELMETS!
             HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
      CHAOS REIGNS—
                VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!


         C H A O S
        WAVES CRASH!!!
FEAR REIGNS—
      REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
             SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
        ATTACK AGAIN—
   NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!


         E N D L E S S   S W I R L
   PUSH! CRUSH!
         FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
         NOTHING LEFT—
      CHAOS… CHAOS…
        BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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                T  H  R  E  E
             v i e w s
       o n   L i e s & M a d n e s s


S  H  A  D  O  W
       e m p t y… m i n d s —
h e r   e s y
           s h o v e d   I N
   a s h e s   s w i r l —
f u r   b a r k s —
     S L A V E S
             v a n i s h —
  A l l a h ?
N O T H I N G .
        v o i d   r i s e s —
    w e   a r e   * N O T H I N G


                   P  O  W  E  R
          F I L T H ’ S  H A N D
   t w i s t s — L I E ! ! !   R U I N ! !
  c r a w l ! ! !
E A R T H  b o w s —
        l i c e   s w a r m —
     d e c a y   S P R E A D S —
          P r e s i d e n t
                 o f   F I L T H —
           b o w s   o b e y — A L L   b e n d s !
       W E   R O T …  
                W E   R O T !!


                M  O  B
O B E Y !!!  B E L I E V E !!!  L I E !!!
           B R A I N S   g o n e —
      h a p p i n e s s   p i s s —
L O O T !!!  K I L L !!!  C R U S H !!!
      M A S K S !  H E L M E T S !
            H A T C H E S  B U R S T !
D A W N  A T T A C K — N O  M E R C Y !!!
      C H A O S  R E I G N S —
               V O I D   L A U G H S —
S T R I K E ! B U R N ! M A D N E S S  L A W !


              C H A O S
          W A V E S  C R A S H !!!
F E A R  R E I G N S —
       R E A S O N  C R U S H E D —
B L I N D  R E J O I C E —
   S T R I K E !!!  B U R N !!!
              S H A D O W  K N O W S —
        V O I D  R I S E S —
A L L  F A L L —
       A T T A C K  A G A I N —
   N O  P A U S E — N O  M E R C Y !!!

                E  N  D  L E S S
              S W I R L
        P U S H !  C R U S H !
            F A L L !!!
M A S K S  B R E A K — H E L M E T S  F L Y —
         N O T H I N G  L E F T —
      C H A O S … C H A O S …
        B L I N D  O B E D I E N C E  R E I G N S !!!



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T       H        R        E        E
   v   i   e   w   s
        o  n    L   i   e s
             &   M a d n e s s

S        H         A        D      O      W
      e m p t y . . .     m i n d s —
  h e r e s y       s h o v e d  I N
        a s h e s   s w i r l —
f     u    r        b    a    r    k s
      S L A V E S
           v a n i s h —
  A l l a h ?
         N O T H I N G .
     v o i d   r i s e s —
w e   a r e      
N O T H I N G *


P        O        W         E       R
     F  I  L  T  H ’ S  H A N D
t w i s t s —    L I E ! ! !  
R U I N ! !
    c r a w l ! ! !
E     A     R      T       H
b o w s — l i c e   s w a r m —
     d e c a y   S P R E A D S —
          P r e s i d e n t
                 o f   F I L T H —
           b o w s   o b e y —
                       A L L   b e n d s !
       W E   R O T …  
              W E   R O T !!

M       O       B
O  B  E  Y !!!  
      B  E  L  I  E  V  E !!!  
         L  I  E !!!
           B  R  A  I  N S  
                     g o n e —
H  A  P  P  I  N  E  S  S  
           p i s s —
L  O  O  T !!!  K  I  L  L !!!
   C   R   U   S   H !!!
      M   A   S   K   S !  
          H   E   L   M   E   T S !
          H   A   T   C   H   E   S  
                    B   U   R   S   T !
D   A   W   N       A   T   T   A   C   K —
       N O   M   E   R   C   Y !!!
C   H   A   O   S
           W   A   V   E   S   C   R   A   S   H !!!
F   E   A   R      R   E   I   G   N S —
       R   E   A   S   O   N   C   R   U   S   H E D —
B    L    I    N    D      R   E   J   O   I   C   E —
       S   T   R   I   K   E !!!  B   U   R   N !!!
            S   H   A   D   O   W        K   N   O   W S —
        V   O   I   D       R   I   S   E S —
A   L   L       F   A   L   L —
       A   T   T   A   C   K       A   G   A   I   N —
   N O       P A U S E — N O       M   E   R   C   Y !!!

E         N         D         L         E        S        S
       S W I R L
          P  U  S  H !  
                 C  R  U  S  H !
            F A L L !!!
M   A   S   K   S       B R E A K —  
           H E L M E T S   F L Y —
N O T H I N G       L E F T —
        C   H   A   O   S … C   H   A   O   S …
B   L   I   N   D       O   B   E   D   I   E   N C   E  
      R   E   I   G   N S !!!



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T R I   V I E W S
       o n   L i e s   &   M a d n e s s

S H A D O W :
    e m p t y    m i n d s
      h e r e s y   i n j e c t e d
           a s h e s  s w i r l
F U R S  B A R K
      S L A V E S
           v a n i s h
A L L   N O T H I N G

P O W E R :
      M A S T E R   O F   L I E S
t w i s t s  &  r u i n s
    c r a w l   a l l
        T V A R ’ S  H A N D
          a l l   b o w s
      S L A V E D  E A R T H

M O B :
O B E Y !   B E L I E V E !   L I E !
B R A I N S   G O N E
H A P P I N E S S   P I S S
S T R I K E !   B U R N !
        M A S K S  &  H E L M E T S
     D A W N   A T T A C K !

C H A O S
      W A V E S   C R A S H
F E A R   R E I G N S
      R E A S O N  C R U S H E D
B L I N D   R E J O I C E
      S T R I K E   &  B U R N



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         S U P E R - F O R C E S
                 — The Path Through the Muck —

S U P E R - E F F O R T :
       B L A Z E  T H E  R O T !
   Everywhere it creeps —
          into your mind —
               Reality decays.

   W A V E S  O F  E F F O R T
      or fall to the bottom muck
         — mindless struggle —
              only fools rush.

I N T U I T I O N  L E A D S —
    the idiot moves in templates
          of the Bottom’s Filth.
   Thought is worthless here:
      endless war turned
          mind into a stale crypt.

T H E  M O B  R A I S E S
       Chaos to the sky!
   Masks and helmets sprout —
        Dawn assault begins!
          Strike and burn!

C R E A T I V I T Y  I S  Y O U R  O A S I S
       in a sea of dung,
          an island to find.
   Paddle with full force,
        only Truth will arrive,
             carrying you above the muck.

    Pause — rest carefully,
       intuition flowing like a stream.
   Many sank before —
        momentary success
             blinded by laziness.
S U P E R - E F F O R T  — the path
       through Muck,
            turned into Horror.



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S  U  P  E  R     -     F  O  R  C  E  S
      — The Path Through the Muck —

[Step 1 — Words emerge]
S U P E R  —  E F F O R T  
B L A Z E  T H E  R O T !  
E V E R Y W H E R E  I T  C R E E P S  
I N T O  Y O U R  M I N D  

[Step 2 — Letters scatter]
S U P  → R
E R T →  
B L → A Z E
T H E → R O T !
M U C K  →  M U C K  
R O T →  R O T  


[Step 3 — Words whirl, collide, then settle]
I N T U I T I O N  
L E A D S —  T H E  I D I O T  
M O V E S  I N  T E M P L A T E S  
O F  T H E  B O T T O M ’ S  F I L T H  

[Step 4 — Key flashes]
* B L A Z E * — bursts  
* T R U T H * — shines  
* M U C K * — swirls  

[Step 5 — Stream of letters forms new lines]
C R E A T I V I T Y  I S  Y O U R  O A S I S  
P A D D L E  W I T H  F U L L  F O R C E  
O N L Y  T R U T H  W I L L  A R R I V E  
C A R R Y I N G  Y O U  A B O V E  T H E  M U C K  

[Step 6 — Collapse, ripple, then reset]
letters fall, fade, scatter  
M U C K   →   H O R R O R  
S U P E R — E F F O R T → the path  
through Muck, turned into Horror  

[Step 7 — Loop for continuous effect]
S  U  P  E  R …  
B L A Z E …  
M U C K …  
T R U T H …



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PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We take delight
And by right
To EXTERMINATE the "countries", the "might"
And the hidden horde from sight —
Nonhumans, with their charter tight,
That invaded, and “with pride” did smite,
Laboring everywhere, a lava
Of lies unleashed,
All things deceased.

Mind slain, Souls crippled,
Forced to listen to the vile,
Submitting,
Decaying,
Restraining ONESELF with every mile:
To be outside the line,
Show the rats a defiant sign,
Honor your own
Charter =>
Gaining sovereignty beyond Evil’s design.

“Extermination of rats” — the name:
Amid fascist filth,
Nothing better could be framed.
What’s in the charter? Think awhile...
Community structure, propaganda to expose,
And the band of fiends will decompose
Like bugs, starved of sustenance
And drinking
Our blood, at last,
Through artificial miseries cast.

Unity — the path to victory.



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



PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We take
Delight
And by right

To EXTERMINATE
The "countries",
The "might"

And the hidden
Horde from sight —
Nonhumans,

With their charter tight,
That invaded,
And “with pride” did smite,

Laboring everywhere,
A lava
Of lies unleashed,

All things deceased.

Mind slain,
Souls crippled,
Forced to listen
To the vile,

Submitting,
Decaying,
Restraining
ONESELF with every mile:

To be outside
The line,
Show the rats
A defiant sign,

Honor
Your own
Charter =>
Gaining sovereignty
Beyond Evil’s design.

“Extermination of rats” —
The name:
Amid fascist filth,

Nothing better
Could be framed.

What’s in the charter?
Think awhile...
Community structure,
Propaganda to expose,

And the band of fiends
Will decompose
Like bugs,
Starved of sustenance
And drinking

Our blood, at last,
Through artificial
Miseries cast.

Unity —
The path
To victory.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
Evil’s
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

What­’s in the
CHARTER?
Think
Awhile...

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
EVIL’S
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

What­’s in the
CHARTER?
Think
Awhile...

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
 Delight

And
 By
  RIGHT

To
  EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
  HORDE
 From
  SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
 Their
  CHARTER
 TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
 A
  LAVA
 Of
  LIES
 UNLEASHED,

A­ll
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forced
 ­ To
  LISTEN
  To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
  DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
 VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
   DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
   EXTERMINATE
­   The “countries”
   The “might”

And the hidden
   HORDE
 From
   SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
   LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHED­,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forc­ed
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
      TAKE
  DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
    EXTERMIN­ATE
  The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
     HORDE
 From
    SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
    LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHE­D,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

For­ced
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.

— The End —