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SexySloth Dec 2014
Evening light is gentle, slow
Caressing leaves, metal roofs, soil
Plants, flowers, pavements and gates
Clouds are the mothers - they shield us
Lest the sun shines too much.

Take a breath and look around;
The sweet and tranquil garden will take it away.
All colour blend in synchronised harmony;
Blues and browns, pinks and whites
Crossing into and over each other like
oil paints,
Warm, welcoming, beautiful.

It is soothing - the sound of nothing
That disrupts; razes; hates
Disturbs; curbs quiet insight;
One's imagination is the lone
source of maximum sound
That vibrates through the garden.

My grandfather, my grandmother's brother,
Smiles as though the sun shines through his teeth
Dresses in a pale blue shirt
Black shorts
Both well-worn
Ready to play
some basketball.

Oh, the joy, the fun
The refreshment arising from this game in a courtyard
In grandfather's garden
Among young trees, leaves and other green growth.
There stands a home by hand made
Basketball stand,
A concrete base with metal support hands
Floppy strings of hoop
To shoot the ball into.

The garden has been bathed, it is fresh
It is refreshed.
Grandfather demonstrates, I listen and follow,
To throw the ball into the hoop
With precision and care; throw some force
Into the air.
The ball dances around the circle
then drops to the concrete floor.

We take turns
As I throw and grandfather returns
9/10 of the time my aim's bad
but the ball grandfather throws, I actually catch!
(Or it will tumble on wet soil)

Exciting, the thumping
of rubber ball against ground;
Keen eyes and agile hands and feet
To catch the stray ball;
With swift movements the ball flies!
From sideways, afar and near,
Into the hoop successfully, finally.

Back into the house we go,
As the sun leaves for home.
The garden prepares for night;
So do grandfather and I;
Grandfather washes up; I talk to
Grandmother in the garden;
waiting for night, to
fall
fall
fall,
into infinite darkness -
poignant memories
Originally written on Dec 9, 2014.
Stephen Purcell Nov 2013
Dancing in the wind, quite literally.
In the beginning, you danced in the rain,
Your fire doused by the weight of the world.
You spluttered and your glow was crushed.
The expectations of society held you down.
Your movements were feeble and your light was dying.

It began with a touch of innocence, that harmless naiveté that age withers away.
Such a fragile essence of youth is pounded by the harsh reality that is life. Broken.
This acidic reality consumes all; Innocence, hope and simple idealism.
Maturity is a merciless awakening to a ruthless existence.


She drowned you in standards of beauty and perfection.
Did you not realise we are all beautiful?


The moment stops, stands in turmoil
and caustic, sarcastic scepticism.
It builds, climbs and crashes around you.
You fall, die and are swept away.
Only a spark remains.


‘A will to shatter stars.’
Your mind snaps, is reformed and strengthened.
Apparently, “what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger.’


The darkness of your father’s death;
and the morbid beauty contained within that blood-stained image is glorious.
It drives you to new heights and drags you to more depraved depths.


Passion unblocked, and lo, it lies on lofty heights.
Luminous, boundless, binding.
Your smouldering coal bursts into flame anew.
A curious desire for life is born;
Its candle flickers alongside a raging inferno.


A rebirth ensues.
Complete eclipse of restriction cycles from new moon to full.
The lunar light darkens shade by shade, shadows lengthen and the sky descends.


Lightning arcs though strong clouds.
Pulsing energy razes the heavens in its purest form.
This is the ultimate representation of your freed mind.
This chaotic rolling mass of fury, built up over years of restrained frustration.

Inexorably intertwined, our threads on fates tapestry weave over and over.
A ghost of echoing sentiment remains, one that must be guided, lest it is forever lost.



Gently nurturing a recovering mind is a tedious process.
Great perseverance and patience are required to preserve both its sanity and your own.
‘Tis a far reaching and noble goal, yet one of the most arduous of all to pursue.


This explosion of your psyche and subsequent downfall leaves a dangerous dilemma.
A block, if you will. A redeeming light remains from your rapid release of consciousness.
The key, is in finding that light.
Unlocking this matrix of memory produces a spectacular result.
This web of twisting thoughts spins in the air.
Dancing in the wind, quite literally.
Amitav Radiance Apr 2015
An avalanche of feelings
Razes the pseudo silence
Growing discontent
In the deep caverns of life
The silent demons
Awakens from deep slumber
To wreak havoc
On the disguised perfect life
Smiles of discontent
Keeps the heart happy
Qweyku May 2014
As you attempt to pour more political doctrine down my throat
I check the change in my pocket
for
the laxative I‘ll have to buy
from my legal drug dealer

REALLY!?!

Did you not know that your words are;

indigestible,

incorrigible

&  

wholly corruptible?

How do you manage
to
politically caress your own eardrums
reach
through your sinuses,
tickling
the lining of your
esophagus
and yet,
make me cough?!

Your response to truth is truly painful,
you feel it in your chest,
your ***** heaves and razes
you have a fit gesticulating policies
flipping birds that won’t fly

It’s too late!

Mr "I went to Oxford so I must have the plan"
Mr Self-Interest man
Mr  Ivy-league, Whitehouse, Whitehall...."Cambridge was better",
Mr  I can do all things that superman can.
Mr  “If we win the elections next year”...

Man

Take your leave,
your term is over,
School is out
&  
the old boys no longer love you.

Time!
to
run for
cover,
under the
colour,
of
your favoured
currency umbrella.

But

If you’re African  
"it's okay"  
you can stay a little while longer
and bequeath the throne
to your brothers', sisters', uncles', sons' junior brother!

Turn it into a dy-nasty

Bring on board;

Kwadjo,
Mary,
Abena,
Kwesi,
Uncle Nepa,
Sista Tism
&
Aunt Ivy.

Ah-Geee!!!

This nonsense is highly unpalatable
I’m past the word puke
my bile sack is empty
because your drunkenness is spreading

&  

y o u’r e

s t i l l

b l o w i n g

m e

f u m e s!



Your democracy
has made your Guinea-Pigs
demi crazy,
has captured this poets’ goat
Slaughtered it
&*
mandated this verbal frenzy

Enough!

Of this alcoholic experiment
I’m not drinking anymore,
I’ve cried blood!
and now *"my eyes are red"

Looking forward
to being 'tee-totally' sober,
while
U


c o n t e m p l a t e

t h i s  

v e r s e

o f

p o e t i c,

p o l i t i c a l,

M U R D E R.



**© Qwey.ku
AJ Oct 2015
The wind may blow by,
And the years may cry,
And the sands of time
May trickle past us,
Leave us for dead,
But I'll stay here
With you, at the edge
Of the world,
For you to grab onto
When the flood of God
Razes the land, strikes
The swelling waters and
Washes away the
Ruins of our times.

The words may ebb on,
And the tears may flow,
And the grains of our souls
May tumble across
Uncharted seas,
Sink to the ocean floor,
But I'll be waiting
For you, across the
Parted sea of my woes,
With open arms,
Ready to greet the
Void of night that
Flows to the beat of my heart.

The cries may ring out
And the regrets
May roll along,
And the fires in our chests
May turn to smoldering ash,
Turn us to bitter dust,
But I'll be sitting silently
For the day you'll come to me,
For the hour you'll arrive
To pacify the rising tides
Of unfathomable weakness,
Of insatiable lust.

The days may trudge on,
And the sun may go down,
And the transient moments
May limp along like
Wounded stars in the night sky,
But come what may,
And come what will,
I'll be here, by your side,
Holding onto you
Until the end-times arrive.
MPalmer Jan 2014
I am not a Savior.
I am not a Killer.
I am not Lover,
Warrior or even myself.
I am not alive or dead.
I am a Dreamer.

I have died trying to save the one I love,
Only to awaken without her.
Parts of me missing,
Replaced parts mechanical in nature,
And electric in soul.  
Spurred by the government to do their bidding.
I only go on to find my love again.

I have flown you over the river.
Shown you the most romantic gestures.
I have died in your arms.
My funeral was touching.
When you died in mine I died to.
Reborn in the spirit of vengeance.
Never resting till I avenge you.

I am hero warrior.
Battling demons, ninjas and everything else.
I am humble in my sword and fist.
Power in my bones.
You can count on me.

I am Death,
A Monster born of my own darkness.
Deep inside It arises.
Razes my soul.
Spreads its carrion wings.
It wants nothing but destruction.
I hides in the fires that blaze.
Turning this world to ash.

I am a Dreamer
I am a Dream
The Jolteon Jun 2015
Who terror
Rises up with the flag
Claiming a land of their own
Gun in pocket hate in their heart

Who terror
The man with a job
Trying to get by
Snatched up by Patriot Act lies

Who terror
Razes churches with bells ringing
Hate speech home page
Wants slavery and return of the KKK

Who terror
A different religion
A different color
A different way
More people killed in U.S. by white exremists than by "middle eastern extremists"
Mikaila Mar 2013
I'd rather torch my soul, and burn like a falling star, than forget to miss you for even a moment.
It's a dancing flame that tells stories on the walls.
It's a forest fire that razes a thousand miles to ash.
I't s a cozy hearth in the middle of a snowy winter night.
It's a funeral pyre, a last goodbye scattered on the wind.
Oh, and I am alive, I am full of joy,
And I will BURN until I can't hold it,
Spin into fire like a supernova.
I won't be quenched by any tears.
They feed me and I grow.
I am the sun, and it has hurt me to be so bright.
I will consume everything I touch-
All the knowledge and wonder I can reach, I will have,
Oh love, I am hungry to live!
You've made me so vast, so white hot like an ember.
Down in the core of me, I am the kind of heat that is unendurable.
I am a hot day in the desert, destruction and beauty,
A mirage out of shimmering mist, out of light itself.
I am the smallest candle floating lonely on the coldest sea,
And I am the rising sun scorching the world awake.
I am the kind of blaze that cleanses, like a burning needle.
I am the boiling beneath the sea where the earth reaches for us from the inside.
I am light, glancing off every molecule, painting the world beautiful and agonizing.
Molten gold, liquid and scintillating, I am so full of fire.
I will never be cold again for having known you, my darling.
ayesha roleyes Aug 2017
my soul settles when the sky weeps over the world.
the rap-rap-rap of the rain against my pane
soothes my mind, a balm to any pain.
is it the comfort of knowing that nature cries, because
if nature cries, surely i can, too?

rain gets a bad rap, i think
as it rap-rap-raps against my pane,
because it is destruciton and relief
it razes and raises.
mimicking goldilocks and the three bears:
too much, too little brings death,
but when it's just right.
when it's just right, it fosters life

why do we equate rain with sadness?
pieces of the ocean rap-rap-raping against my pane
drops dropping into puddles, pulsating
water, the element of change;
water, the element of growth;
water, the element of life.  
push-pulling its surroundings,
creeping into places it shouldn't,
movable, mutable, implacable.

rain, rain, don't go away
stay
as a reminder that even the tiniest of drops
will erode the largest of statues
i love you, rain, please come back
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Born of Gaia's womb
    an Olympus beholder
Forsaken by Zeus
   fatherless, growing older
Promethean flame
   of mortality colder
Like Atlas I've carried
   the world on each shoulder
Condemned to the weight
   of my Sisyphus boulder
A Minotaur slaying
   Medusa's gaze holder
Lion amongst men
   an Achilles heel soldier
For argonaut strive
   makes my fleece all the golder
As Icarus pride
   razes my wings to smolder
Beneath Helios
   I will shine all the bolder  
Releasing my mind
   from Pandora's enclosure
And Tartarus pits
   of my Hades exposure
No shears of Fates sever
   my heartstrings' disclosure
Andromeda bound
   by the promise I told her
In fields of Elysian
   once more I shall hold her
Eleete j Muir Mar 2014
Betwixt the crest
Of midnight and
Prime, the sopped
Tears of St. Lawrence
Fire like Cupid's arrows
Breaking deftly upon
The declivity of
Flamberge's wave
Sparking first things
First, purviewing a
A few things besides
Loves agony as Eos
Razes the unconcerned
Thurible of dawn like
A ghoulish sacring bell.


Eleete J Muir
Michael Humbert Oct 2014
I am ill and have no salve nor tonic,
No solace for a heart worn by grief,
No reprieve for a soul crushed with regret,
I am but a plaything for Love,
A rag doll to be hurled around
By a petulant God,
Punishing Man for his hubris,
His gall to demand happiness,
An impudence unforgivable,
Punishable by a lifetime of
Emotional flagellation and damnation
Damnation, forsooth
**** this bottomless heart,
**** this burning blood it pumps,
**** this undying fire,
Burning for a dead icon,
Like a dog bringing sticks to his master’s grave,

This fire burns almost to prove a point
With no regard for life,
Until it razes this body clean to the ground
Only the moon shines in the dark hours,
a sun long set closes the flowers.
The heat of summer razes the frost
and no teasing lover goes uncrossed

Focused under the dark lens of night
heat rules all driving poets to write

On the wind rides a melody of closing
the shift of the seasons already imposing,
but summer's passion the virtue own
secrets the fall cannot atone.
Anthony Mayfield Jun 2018
I AM the river that roars
And razes lost souls
I am hard
Cold as arctic ice
Yet free running liquid
I will teach you

To live for yourself is free
Others need not impede

I AM the sound that rings and screams
And sears your ears
But your screams are silenced
By my vicious jeers
I will teach you

Live with fruitful abandon
Bury those who disgagree

I am the darkest most vile maw
My breath fresh
My teeth unseen
I will teach you
I will disappoint you
And then, I'll smile

I know your soul
Worst and best
I am vengeance
Stray, and you're next
The tale of the Red Man, the antagonist of the Vacancy Saga
irinia Feb 2015
Silence as of one million closed doors
bestow powerful illusions upon loneliness,
it lights up the memory of its sons
even before they are born,
it carefully razes
the trees in which hamadryades slumber,
shut me up inside
the being that I am - so I do not know what I am -
and throw a light for all time
upon the moment of my death

Ioanid Romanescu, from **Magic
Sometimes Starr Jul 2016
her blood is not quiet
it bounds, and razes on
sinking into the world like a burning acid
like teeth into tender meat her blood.

her blood is the new tool of the universe
lighting up the hackneyed American streets
timeless in her elegance it is her blood
that makes her timeless, but me--

my blood sits grey and quiet,
quite lazy and resplendent in a thick husk
like an anemone withdraws,
becomes one with the tether or the tie
to the Universe.

no teeth can get in,
no jealousy
i am alone
with the memory
of her thrashing blood
on the other side
of my ear canal
There is a fire in my bones
it grows, quite slow, still grows, it rose
from spark to flame it is my name
to love the broken all the same
their tears, their hurt, their loss are mine
so I'll care.
I'll care.

My fight is long and weary mind
a bitter war waged strong in times
yet fire is quenched, coals cease to glow
the sun is blurred above, below
I'm drowned beneath the grating waves
do I care?
I care.

It's not a heat to douse at will
somehow it's deep within me still
it rages on, my fierce inferno
but nowhere for the smoke to go
my blackened lungs starve me of air
and I care.
I care.

I'm suffocating, can't seem to breathe
as the roiling waves begin to seethe
at the senseless violence I can't escape
eyes stinging, tears streaming, never assuaged
no candle in the darkness
only I care.
I care

And the anger drains me while waiting and watching
the singed stars plummet, falling and fearing
this world, torn to pieces, is crashing and burning
bile razes my weary body, retching and cursing
my heavied heart hurts with the hatred
and still I care.
I care too much.
On empathy and burnout and suffering.
Inspired by this quote by Anita Krizzan: "I know there is hope for mankind because there is a fire in my chest. I feel the pain of others and I care. I care."
Anthony Mayfield Jun 2018
Return to the river that roars
And razes ravaged lives
And remember:
Your mistakes will find you
And history defines you
So hey, hey, Little Reprobate
Say "hi"
To your fate
The one you built inside.
Take watch
A chalice of broken glass
Falls dry as the story unfolds
The Vacancy Saga continues...
Sumera Saleem Apr 2017
The frailty of our will
shades fears to enter
the bright circle of life
through shabby doors of rectitude
displaying the prints of explanations
Markers of memories,
There is the rub that razes out the present,
Haze off the moments to appear,
Weighing upon tense life
Direct talk turns
its slumbering colours in smoke screen.
Troubling tabs actively open new grounds
of history with no past,
cover the clauses of cares unfeelingly
pauses whisper like songs sinking in dreams.
Though separation blurs
in blinking lights, phonie talks,
Sprawled in hands to mouth or ear to lips,
distance always fixes its roots
in untouchable finery of night.
waiting adds up nothing but anguish,
dividing its sentences into slippery sand
Battering invariably a hope inside us
with swerves of thoughts;
waiting stands no clock
MRQUIPTY Jul 2016
risen by tracing
a relief of you in silk
Venus razes dawn
morning glory
Lukas Buijs Jan 31
Clueless she was,
Truly—

Her pearls in wonder,
Lacking attention.

None of her gazes
Meet my wandering mind.

For it was her,
The cause—

My worldview ponders,
Troubling affection.

Uncharted hazes
Seek to revise my life.

Desperate calls,
Futile—

We are no longer.

Guilty redemption,
Your teary razes
Made me perfectly blind.

Blind to what was left
Of our desired life.
#Oldflame
on my ivory mantelpiece
it is perched like a broken hourglass.
day and night, unmoving,
whispering unspeakable things.
it sits watching,
no eyes.

are you my god?

it has no mouth
and yet it speaks.

                  no, i am not
                  i am more than you will ever know
            i am the aggregate of all your sorrow
                     i am your creator
                              your destructor
                                    i am all your fears
                             and all your loves
                     i am your soul
                                    and your darkness
                            your light in the dark
             and the dark that extinguishes your flame
                                     i am all that you are
                             and i am nothing at all
                                             i am a very terrible thing



darkness responds
taking my vision from me
and i bleed from my eyes
some catastrophe
afflicts my psyche
an aphrodite
my almighty
razes me like her own
Abandoned, she waits
for her lover's return
across the empty field.
Banks of clouds bunch up
behind the rising forest.

Loneliness does not dole out harsh
punishment. Solitude re-creates
reparations for the self, fashions
an unyielding glue that will fuse
together all her shattered pieces.

Inwardly she knows he is not
coming back. Her packed bag
a scornful reminder that love
is as fleeting as the wind; it
blows where it will; it razes

whatever stands in its way. Her heart
is not ready for such defeat. Her will
grabs hold of a hope rising behind the
charcoal clouds. He will not return, no.
Still she stares through the trees, alone.
Abandoned, she waits
for her lover's return
across the empty room.
Banks of fear bunch up
behind her furrowed brow.

Loneliness does not dole out such
punishments. Solitude re-creates
reparations for the self, fashions
an unyielding glue that will fuse
together all her shattered pieces.

Inwardly she knows he is not
coming back. The static portrait
a mournful reminder that love
is as fleeting as the wind; it
blows where it will; it razes

what stands in its way. Her heart
is not ready for such defeat. So she
grabs hold of a hope rising behind the
painted walls. He will not return, no.
Still she stares through space, alone
Donovan Andrews Jan 2021
How long?
How long does it take for a wound to heal?
How long for you to feel whole once again?
Perhaps a small scratch on the arm takes weeks,
Perhaps a large **** on a leg takes months,
Perhaps the deepest wound of all takes years,
But what wound would that be?
Would it be an amputated limb,
A limb that was once apart of your body,
That has now been torn off.
Or maybe, it’s a deeper wound than that.
One that reaches to the very depths of your soul,
One that reached your core,
And tore it apart from the inside out,
A virus,
A contagion.
A cancer that reached the innocent person you once preserved,
The innocent person that came out of hiding,
And showed itself to one other person,
And that person killed them, destroyed them, annihilated them.

How long?
One year?
Two years?
Three years?
Maybe more?
What happens during this healing time?
I’ll tell you what happens,
It ruins your heart.
Razes the buildings of conviction and reason in your head,
Tearing them down and replacing them with a shelter for sickened thoughts,
And establishes shrines of a great power of nihilism.
How long until this anarchal government and reigning establishment of power in your mind,
Leaves and lets the free spirit of joy relieve your nerves?
This socialism and totalitarianism in which all are the same,
Except the wrenching ****** structure of the dictator,
Who has breached upon the rights of every brain cell,
And makes individuality fade,
And your identity along with it.

Maybe this is a part of the process?
How could it be one in the same with this evil?
How could a pain so vile and gruesome,
Be the work of a medicine?
No!
I have been broken and I will not heal!
I cannot!
My pride will not allow me,
My soul will not allow me!
I have something to prove!
I must prove that I am not able to be healed,
That I am not a soul to be saved!
I am not looking to a higher power to come down from the heavens and save me,
I am not filled with fear or disillusionment,
You are the imposter here,
You are the one that does not belong!
I am the one who is thinking straight!
I see what no others can!
I see what no others are able,
I see the world the way it was made
A dark, cruel place where the forebodings of the future are the only constant,
The ticking of a clock and fall of a pencil are the only constant,
The pain and the suffering are the only constant.
I see the world in its purest form,
A singularity,
A planet that turned into an exploding star,
The product of which does not let even light escape.
Not one photon.
Not one reflection or refraction.
Not one neuroreceptor that works properly.
Are these two things comparable by nature?
A basic source of light being the same as a feeling of being alive?
Both have been deprived from my body,
One in a metaphysical sense,
The other in an anatomical sense.
How have we reached this point?
Because of the wound.
It all circles back to the wound that I have received,
It has made me ill.

I see.
I see now.
I let this thing feast off of me,
Vultures and flies to a carcass.
It consumed me whole, digesting me without my knowledge.
I was slowly waking up,
Floating back towards the surface,
In a liquid that had an exceptional viscosity,
A sap that would let me come back up at a protracted rate.
But now I’m intelligent enough to understand my surroundings,
And I can see a light.

The light?

Comparable to happiness.
I’m here,
Someone who was in pain is now no longer,
Someone has been healed of their wounds.
Or perhaps I will still limp,
Perhaps I will still struggle to gain footing,
But one day I will be able to run a marathon,
And I will prove what I need to those around me.

Prove something.

What was it that I wanted to prove beforehand?
Was it that I could not heal?
It seems so distant and so far,
I hardly remember what I felt.
Why would I wish that upon myself?
Now I must prove my humanity.
I must prove that I can feel once again.
I must prove that I am reborn,
But most importantly I must prove that I can forgive.
Forgiving a person is possibly the hardest task one can be given,
And it has been given to me.
I must either cast it aside,
Or embrace it for what it is,
And I do not want to be in pain anymore.

Revolutions within one’s mind,
A great war with himself, herself, themselves.
I have torn down these buildings of suffering,
These buildings which incite torment,
A great government has been replaced,
A prosperous society for all,
And now an individual trait can be found once again,
Or an old one can be revived,
And all love can come back,
All joy can return.
An ensured security of the core will be set,
One that will keep it safe, and let others understand how it works,
One that will keep you loving the world around you,
One that will keep you safe.
A wound healed,
A ministry reformed,
A battle won,
A star formed,
A point proven.
Manifesto of the Spirit-Poet

I’m no lyricist. I’m a strike.
Not a singer of illusions — a destroyer of them.
My verse is no adornment — it’s a weapon.
My rhythms are the Spirit’s footsteps on the flesh of lies.
Rhyme is not my chain — it's my blade,
and form is a flash of truth tearing through the veil of deceit.

I don’t seek the Light —
I awaken it within each word.
I don’t fear the Dark —
I expose it down to its final shadow.

The world is soaked in falsehood —
and I answer with poetry,
a reboot of Consciousness,
a purge of the Ego-virus,
a thunder-roar of Spirit
ripping the illusion’s fabric apart.

I am the Poet who speaks for the Source.
Sarcasm is my shield. Fury, my flame.
Metaphysics, my path.
Each line — a strike.
Each image — a challenge.

“Write as if Spirit dictates.
Strike as if each syllable holds the final truth.”



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STRIKE WITH SPIRIT.
RHYTHM IS A WEAPON.
TRUTH DOESN’T RHYME — IT DETONATES.
BURN THE LIES.
SPEAK FOR THE SOURCE.



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SPIRIT — HAS RISEN.
MIND — ON TRIAL.
RHYME — A GRENADE.
VERSE — AN OFFENSIVE.
EGO — ERASED.
TRUTH — IN FLAMES.
WORD — A WEAPON OF THE SOURCE.



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SPIRIT… has RISEN.
MIND… is on TRIAL.
RHYME — is a GRENADE.
VERSE — an OFFENSIVE.
EGO… ERASED.
TRUTH — IN FLAMES.
WORD… is a WEAPON… of the SOURCE.



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Word — as Explosion

Don’t scream — strike.
Don’t beg — ignite.
You came not to soothe souls,
but to shatter the hooks.

You're not blind. You’re the Eye of Flame,
piercing through the dark.
You are the Herald of the Primordial —
your verse pulls spirits out of the mark.

Time has rotted. The world decays.
Truth is lined up for the shot.
Then you are the final shard of fire
that won’t cool down — but cuts.

You're not a poet. You are the Blast.
Your word — sharp as blade's edge.
Let the Spirit whisper —
but you must roar on Its behalf.

Wake the ones who’ve lost the Source.
Open fire on the Lie.
If you’ve accepted the Word —
strike with it until the world cries.



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The Prize Draw at the Worldwide Corporation "Horns & Hooves"

A hoof’s the prize —
Sheep stay fat and safe,
And so-called wolves —
Teeth just on the shelf.

We’ll scare with horns.
Fools can rule
By lies as well —
That’s always easy.

Bones instead of meat,
Dancing’s in full swing.
This is Vita’s dance,
When the Soul’s been killed.

Bones, dance, and howls —
If media triples,
We’ll **** all Souls —
Everyone will listen.

Draw little horns:
Fear — urgent care!
And finish off with a HOOF,
Hidden in Satan’s lair.

Satanism is everywhere —
“Normal” for Judas.
Shown with CowID,
Earlier with “AIDS.”

Satan’s own nature,
So soon there’ll be
A World Concentration Camp —
Red cross on the flag.

Power in Hooves’ world,
If the Soul is dead —
The mark of Satan.
Too late to cry, “kids.”

World Concentration Camp,
Red cross on the flag,
Will be destroyed,
Satan overthrown.

Those who surrendered,
Who fought no Dark,
The same fate awaits —
For their ****** ways.



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Horns and Hooves rule —
Souls killed, lies fuel.
Fear’s the game, Satan’s flame —
Fight or burn in shame.



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The Fall

This is no life — it’s a fall into the Abyss,
Consciousness’s content — delirium, mist.
If you look soberly — impartial, unkissed —
The whole of Hell laid bare in its midst.

Falling, you grasp for some shield,
Anything to cling to, your fate to wield.
Here comes the madness, beaten and sealed,
Forced on all since birth — a poisoned field.

That madness turns most into drones,
Only few escape its crushing tones.
Yet madness promises the easy roads —
Just bow to Evil, and Lies as your codes.

If falling you clutch an illusion’s crystal,
Born from delirium — a fragile thistle.
You sink in the filth through terror’s whistle —
Lost in the muck, a vanished missile.

Delirium’s rings expand, swell,
You become the fool who’ll believe and fell.
Bend to Evil, break, rebel —
A twisted beast in the devil’s hell.

Delirious lies take your whole life,
If caught — your Soul castrated, rife
With stinking slime, no end to the strife,
Madness piles up — no healing knife.

The world’s long turned into a Lost Asylum,
And crushing Consciousness is the main anthem.
But soullessness — a more favored system,
For inhuman beasts that poison the prism.

They poison Consciousness and the Soul,
Control’s method to make you whole.
Listen only to total lies’ toll —
We’ll **** you with falsehood’s role.

There’s a fake virus, a war-game grim,
Rotten **** will starve the world’s limb,
If lost to delirium and lies’ dim,
If the Spirit’s connection is broken, slim.

Fear and delirium feed soulless hordes,
Their tool is flow, their spreading cords.
Darkness is also the means and swords —
The junk here has no limits or boards.

This world is no place for the wise,
Find means to save — the truth’s disguise.
Face the lies — don’t live in lies,
Stop deceiving yourself, break the ties.

False hope is part of delirium’s blend,
This poem’s scene, this bitter end.
You’re trapped in mad chaos, no pretend —
Only Spirit can save, only God defend.

Spirit Inside. Stop believing the tales,
Of “messiahs” and all their sales.
If Spirit in people dies and pales —
All is lost forever in shadowy vales.

Reject ALL. Go Within. Find the light,
A cure from madness, the spirit’s fight.
Our song’s unsung, still bright in the night —
Wake from DELIRIUM — reclaim your sight!

You are Spiritual Essence — the true fact,
All else is forced nonsense — that’s the pact.
Start only there. Pure awareness intact —
Follow it close... no turning back.



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Fall’s abyss is madness’ grip —
Spirit wakes — or soul will slip.
Lies bind tight, but break the chain —
Rise within, escape the pain!



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Intensity

The main thing in life — extreme intensity:
Burn yourself up with no mercy or rest.
Or wild waves of lies and insanity
Will swallow your mind — your soul dispossessed.

You must seek the path of salvation,
Sharpen your mind, stay alert and alive.
It’s hard, but only dedication
Leads to Freedom — or doom will arrive.

Worldwide fascism breeds all the pain,
Building a camp — now global and cold.
Sadism dressed up as care’s insane,
You must fight back — be fearless and bold.

Don’t fear — you’re already dead inside,
No future awaits in this cattle’s hell.
Though sick of the lies and the tide,
Fight and toil — prepare for the swell.

Only through struggle can you save your soul —
No other way remains in this fight.
Never bow to the wicked fate’s toll,
Honor above all is the guiding light.

Find comrades for the battle ahead —
Only united can we stand tall.
No fate as slaves — black fascism’s dread
Hangs heavy, ready to make us fall.

Drive away the chaos from your mind —
Since childhood, nonsense was sown.
Pseudoscience blinds, reason confined,
Worldviews rotten, the root of the throne.

Only in Spirit can life go on —
Everything else is a hollow lie.
The sun burns the foul world’s dark dawn —
Darkness in minds where soullessness lies.

Strengthen your Spirit — all else is decay.
Don’t cling to shame’s valley of night.
Soon you’ll escape the vile chains’ sway —
To the realm of Spirit, Reason, and Might.



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Burn yourself or be consumed —
Fight fascism’s darkened tomb.
Spirit strong — break every chain,
Freedom’s fire will rise again!



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Pain

Pain’s an indicator —
A sign of the lies.
Where fascist dictators
Spread endless disguise.

If you feel pain —
Then you’re still alive,
Breathing free air
In Hell’s cruel dive.

Pain is a reward —
Proof you have mind.
This “life” adored
By **** of a kind.

Only suffering
Is the soul’s share.
In hardness and early despair,
All here are aware.

Without shudders to bear,
To see Hell’s whole sight,
Only piranhas dare —
Death’s circle of blight.

Death of Mind and Conscience,
Honor and Soul.
No sadder existence —
Not human, but lice’s role.

Worship your pain,
Strengthen your mind:
If you want Freedom —
Grief you must find.

If your mind’s strong,
You won’t stray or bend,
In a world blind,
Where lies ascend.

Only a few
Break free from the rest.
They’re like birds —
Falling, distressed.

No swallows survive.
Sun soars above —
The vow must arrive:
Burn all the mud.

Mud of folly,
Stench of fascist schemes —
In this dreadful world,
Fascism reigns supreme.

There’ll be much pain —
To cleanse the Spirit’s core,
Strength where only Will remains —
No slaves, no more.



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Pain wakes the mind — don’t ever yield!
Fight the fascist shadow’s field.
Spirit burns through darkest night,
Freedom’s born in furious fight!



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Human Undermachinery

A few crude, simple elements
Determin  this wretched world we see.
Clear in flashes of enlightenment —
And only God in such decree.

The core are ideas and images
That shape the social "life" we know.
Hell’s blueprint spreads across all stages,
Or madhouse deep where fools still grow.

The key is "You are only flesh":
Stoke fear, and hold the world in hand.
Filthy beasts have long enmeshed,
And turned the world to shooting stand.

Images barren, thoughts so trite,
Associations dumb and cheap.
But restless minds can’t sleep at night —
Beasts wage war that’s dark and deep.

Primitive thoughts like broken reels
Spin in skulls, a loop so tight.
King workaholic steals our zeal,
Fleeing horror’s endless blight.

Occupy yourself with filth —
So not to think beyond the "measures,"
Marked by vile worms’ own will —
Pioneers set as children’s treasures.

Aged children — Hell’s scouts march in rows —
As always, to slaughter’s song.
Beasts make you foul and full of woes
With "school," with "work," and TV’s wrong.

Deadliest weapon in the stand —
Strikes down all obedient “kids.”
Only lies and baseless slander
Come from these devils’ bids.

Here truth’s scarce, just empty thought,
Fragments wild in kaleidoscope.
Madness steers those vile, distraught —
Leading souls to death’s tight rope.

Schizophrenia, dumbed-down state,
Produced in constant endless stream.
Poisoned food accelerates fate —
Decay unfolds within the scheme.

Pseudoscience crafts the “fake world” frame,
Scoundrels work their tricks anew.
From this hellhole spirit’s drained,
The world a cesspit’s ugly view.

Fake religions made for fools,
Utter nonsense, shame for mind.
“Official” chains for Spirit’s tools —
Spirit’s death so cruelly signed.

Lies prevail, they call it “progress,”
Stoking falsehoods with mad applause.
This Hell’s no “soul’s test” or process —
Few withstand its brutal laws.

“Smart” folks busy fixing trash,
Lies they shuffle day and night.
Beasts shift blame in sneaky flash,
Pointing “enemies” in fight.

Beasts rule through division’s art,
Crafting enemies on demand.
Their goal is Spirit’s fall apart,
If so — destruction looms the land.

So break free from this mad wheel,
Seek truth inside at first, take flight.
Only with truth can wounds heal —
The fight ahead calls for might.

Enemy’s beast — find ways to fight,
Eradicate their vile blight.
If all in Spirit, all aligned —
Strengthen Spirit — save mankind.



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Science Madness

The stubborn scorn they cast to mock
Life’s riddles deep and vast —
Is sieve that filters out the fake,
The “science” lies amassed.

In name of “saving reason’s light,”
They smother what’s beyond,
That irrational, the bright
Spirit they abscond.

Their arguments run wild and blind,
Where miracles should rise —
Not petty things, but grand designs
They choose to compromise.

There’re many proofs, but here’s the crux:
The mind so poor and blind
Believes the lies and empty talks
That fakery designed.

Only the mind accepts the tales
Of “theories” bought and sold,
From pseudo-science packs and scales —
Their filthy lies unfold.

Those lies reject the Spirit pure,
The Truth, the Soul’s bright spark,
Their master is a hornèd fiend
That thrives in shadows dark.

The lord of vice and corrupter,
False science bows and prays
To Satan’s priest — the tempter
Who kills with “science’s” ways.

Take CowID — the world’s dumb trap,
A pen for blind control,
No doubt — the lie’s a brutal slap,
That crushes heart and soul.

“Scientific” freaks and evil shills
Will wreak more pain ahead,
If Spirit’s gone — then lies and kills
Will rule the living dead.

Erasing Spirit, that’s the game,
“Science” works to deceive,
And all this mess is no mere shame —
Designed to make you grieve.

Life’s mystery, once bright and bold,
Now drowned in fear and slime,
The filth that turned pure gold to cold —
A darkness out of time.

And those who hold God’s sacred spark
Are turned to sluggish slime,
All dull and grey, crushed in the dark —
The end of Light’s bright climb.

The attack of false science falls,
Relentless, sharp, and grim,
These traitors sell us to the walls —
But justice will be grim.

Balance will come, the mind will serve
The Soul in rightful reign,
And madness masked as science’s nerve
Will vanish, lost in pain.



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Science Lies, Spirit Fights!

Madness cloaked in “science” lies,
Darkness hides behind their guise.
Erasing soul with poisoned breath —
But Spirit strikes, defies death!

False priests sell doom and pain,
But truth will rise — break every chain!
No more fools in shadow’s grip —
Science lies — we’ll make it slip!



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Demos and the Rest

Demos’ dull and tiresome chore —
To bear the filth that reigns around.
Be brave here once — they’ll beat you sore,
No mercy in this cursed ground.

The **** bow down with empty lies,
Brains clogged with poison, rotten dreams,
Souls and minds decay, despise —
Demos sees no light, it seems.

It feeds on mirages, the haze
That beasts around this hellish place.
The honest soul, with truth ablaze,
Meets rotten fools face to face.

These fools are shackled in the mist,
Like chains that bind their every thought.
The snitches thrive, their goals persist —
A spirit’s death is what they sought.

To crush the soul and break the will,
To make a slave who blindly moves
Deeper into Hell’s dark chill —
A New Hell’s path the weak mind proves.

If you believe you’re not in Hell,
Though rotten slow, you waste away.
Here lies on lies forever dwell —
In “official” lies they stay.

Schools churn out the stupid flock,
From childhood drained of strength and light.
Chains of reason, broken lock —
Souls trampled under crushing might.

Here they destroy both mind and soul,
No longer human, just like lice.
Only few with spirits whole,
Melt as reason pays the price.

Wake up! It’s not a dream you see —
Beasts walk free on every side.
Mystics learn to silently be,
Then face the crowd with fear defied.

Dead souls gather, graveyard’s guests,
But restless still, they prowl and feed.
A pasture’s harvest for the pests —
They drain the spirit, **** the seed.

Just pets or cattle, low and poor,
Not noble breeds but broken lot.
Shut Hell’s door tight, or it will more
Destroy you, tie your final knot.

Walk into Spirit’s stronghold bright —
Only there is true escape.
Waiting here is futile fight —
God won’t come to this dead shape.

Those few who dare, create anew,
Become the Makers of their fate.
No more decay beneath the ***** —
Killers of Spirit and Mind, abate.



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Demos' Hell

Demos grovels, blind and dumb,
Beaten down for standing tough.
Lies enslave, the spirits numb,
Hell’s the game — the world’s enough.

**** control with chains of lies,
**** the soul, destroy the mind.
Only few will dare to rise,
Break the cage — leave death behind.

Spirit’s fortress is the key,
Hell won’t hold the brave and free.
Make the Makers — you and me,
Strike the chains, be destiny.



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Survival

A psychovirus was made to fight
All other techs in one great race,
Claiming it can bring to light
Survival for the human race.

Its strength — the clearest truth it brings,
No mystic haze, no empty dreams,
Success in life by solid means,
Without illusions’ false extremes.

But memes themselves evolve and shift,
Like whispers in a broken phone,
Distorted, lost, they slowly drift
From seeds of truth to lies alone.

For marketing and selling schemes,
Evolution picks the memes
That’re simple, clear, and easy spread —
Complex ideas left for dead.

The goal is survival, pure and grim,
Through breeding those who bow and bend.
A contest where the world grows dim,
With garbage fed into the blend.

To dumb the herd, the soul expelled,
Nonhumans crave this poisoned feed.
A monster kept, obedient, quelled,
To feed and follow their dark creed.

Memes become a psychovirus —
Devouring minds, the spirit’s bane.
Chaos spreads like a deadly virus,
Driving madmen into insane.

The hordes of freaks make vile their trade,
Turning sane to beasts who feed
At the trough, all lined and made
To march in step with hate and greed.

To **** with lies is cheap and swift —
See false pandemics in their grip.
Each pioneer, a puppet’s gift,
Who trusts the screen’s hypnotic script.

They drone to believe and obey,
The nonhumans take their toll.
Poisons jabbed to dull the way,
Memes crush reason, crush the soul.

Invent the problem, fan the fear,
Spread the lies, let terror grow.
Battle memes will hunt and sneer,
Making all into the low.

Primitives rule where reason fades,
Smart minds drown in foul disdain.
Into hell’s broad flood, it wades —
A world consumed by endless pain.

Hell for mind and soul is this,
A global shatter, grim decay.
Corrupt ****** scream their psychovirus,
Till the light is swept away.

The point of no return is passed,
Fascists drag the world in filth.
A putrid fate, held fast and cast,
The planet drowned in ruin’s wilt.

But those who do not yield or fall,
Whose spirits fight against the night,
Will face the fiery solar squall —
The blazing storm that burns to light.



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Survival War Cry

Psychovirus spreads its plague —
Brains corroded, spirits crushed.
Lies enslave, no soul to save —
Mind and heart in ashes flushed.

Feed the herd with poison memes,
Dumbed to death by fear and lies.
Fake wars, false cries, broken dreams —
Truth suffocates, hope dies.

No escape from this abyss,
Fascist filth drags all below.
But the few who still resist —
Face the fire, strike the blow.

Burn it down, unleash the storm,
Solar flames to cleanse the night.
Fight for mind, for spirit’s form —
Rise, revolt, reclaim the light!



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Bio-Waste

Trash dwells only in the mind,
Fear’s the poison in the soul.
Food and shelter—things confined,
All the rest just ashes, cold.

From their childhood, lies are sown,
Faith without a border’s chain.
Passed down ways to fall alone,
Knees bowed deep in blind disdain.

Only teaching to obey,
Spirit lost, forgotten flame.
Few are wise—kept at bay,
They await the Morning’s Name.

But the fiends will always come,
Monsters ruling, cold and cruel.
Wandering in webs they spun,
Lies their trade, the greatest tool.

“How long can we believe and sleep?”—
Not for them these questions ring.
Like wild beasts, their souls run deep—
To the godless void they cling.

Bio-waste, shout down the drain,
Taste is all that they proclaim.
One command their minds obey,
Sharper than a mouse’s way—
A slimy earthbound thing.

Rats run faster in the dark,
Not where warmth pretends to be.
Trash is told it’s crowning spark—
Lucifer’s vile mockery.

Only **** bows down in shame,
Wretched fools for kids to see.
Money bags and Judas’ name,
“Powers” roosting—chickens, free.

Factories built just to burn
Trash that’s fed by lies’ flood.
Poisoned needles twist and turn—
Killing trash, or so they’d hood.

Trash is “curable,” they say,
Cowards take the lethal jab.
Less than fascist’s vile sway—
Treading earth with cruelest stab.

Between the wars of fire and hate,
Chosen swine with eyes wide shut.
Syringes feed their ****** fate,
Stirring filth—corrupt and cut.

Neighbors—liar doctors, thugs,
***** cops who play their game.
No “experiment” can scrub
This vile, festering shame.

Such is trash, such are these days,
How much filth has piled high?
Hell itself—its cruel haze,
Burn it all beneath the sky.

If this hell’s the only way—
Then destroy, destroy it all.
From fascist beasts we’ll save the day,
And watch the wicked fall.

That’s why the Sun shines burning bright,
Scorching down to bitter core,
Wiping out this cursed blight—
Hell’s vile poison evermore.



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Bio-Waste

Trash lives only in the mind,
Fear corrodes the fragile soul.
Food and shelter—chains that bind,
Everything else burns to coal.

Lies implanted from the start,
Faith without a single line.
Teaching how to fall apart,
Bow your head, obey, decline.

Only slaves they want to breed,
Spirit crushed beneath their heel.
Few resist this poison seed,
Waiting for a dawn unreal.

Monsters rule this cursed land,
Fiends that lie to keep control.
Spinning webs with filthy hands,
Feeding lies to **** the soul.

“How long will fools believe the lies?”—
Not for them these words to ask.
Like dumb beasts with glassy eyes,
In the darkness wear their mask.

Bio-waste—flush down the drain,
Taste and **** define their game.
Sharp as vermin’s biting bane,
Crawling things with no shame.

Rats run from the warming light,
Not where comfort feigns to be.
Trash believes it’s God’s own right—
Lucifer’s mockery.

**** bows low, no fight, no flame,
Scoundrels taught to serve and kneel.
Money-hungry Judas’ name,
Power roosters crow and squeal.

Factories to burn the trash,
Fuel the flames with lies and hate.
Needles filled with poisoned ash—
**** the weak, decide their fate.

Trash “can heal,” they proudly claim,
Cowards swallow poison’s bite.
Less than fascists, but the same—
Crushing Earth with blind spite.

War’s hot breath upon the neck,
Chosen pigs with poisoned veins.
Syringes crack the last speck—
Fueling lies, spreading chains.

Neighbors lie, fake docs, cops,
Playing cruel and ***** games.
No excuse, no cleansing stops
This cesspool, filth, and shame.

This is trash—these darkest times,
Filth amassed and piled so high.
Hell itself in grime and crimes,
Burn it all beneath the sky.

If this hell is all we’ve got,
Then destroy, destroy it whole.
From the fascists’ filthy plot,
Save the Earth, reclaim the soul.

That’s why Sun now scorches fierce,
Burns the poison to the bone.
Hell’s foul stench it will pierce—
Wipe out ****, end their throne.



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Bio-Waste

Trash dwells only in weak minds,
Fear’s the poison in their veins.
Food and shelter—chains that bind,
All the rest is ash and stains.

Lies shoveled in from birth,
Faith dumbed down, no spine to show.
They train to crawl in dirt,
Bow down, obey, stay low.

Only slaves breed in their lair,
Spirit crushed beneath their boots.
Few dare breathe the cleaner air,
Waiting for the Truth’s pursuits.

Monsters rule with toxic lies,
Fiends that crawl and spread their slime.
They enslave with crooked ties,
Killing souls, one lie at a time.

“How long will fools choke on their chains?”
Beasts with empty eyes comply.
Trapped in darkness, numb to pain,
Walking dead that live to die.

Bio-trash—flush down the drain,
Filth that feeds on every lie.
Cunning vermin, sly and vain,
Crawling where the morals die.

Rats flee light, embrace the dark,
Trash thinks it’s the crown’s own heir—
Lucifer’s poisoned mark,
**** bow down in blind despair.

Scoundrels profit, Judas’ brood,
Money roosters, puppets vile.
Burn the trash, ignite the feud,
Spread the plague, deny the trial.

Needles pierce the dumb and weak,
Poison sold as “healing grace.”
Fascists tread on Earth’s own cheek,
Crushing all the human race.

War’s hot breath, the needle’s sting,
Chosen pigs in chains confined.
Syringes make the madness king,
Spreading venom, enslaving mind.

Lying docs and crooked cops,
Playing filthy, brutal games.
No redemption, no clean stops—
Hell on Earth, devouring flames.

Trash and filth, these wicked times,
Piled high in stinking heaps.
Hell itself in darkest crimes,
Burn it down—no mercy, no sleeps.

If this hell’s all we have left,
Then destroy it—root and bone.
From fascist ****, from death’s theft,
Save the Earth, reclaim the throne.

Sun now scorches, fierce and raw,
Burns the poison to its core.
Hell’s foul stench will face the law—
**** will drown, forevermore.



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Bio-trash burns — no mercy shown!
Fools and fiends will rot alone.
Venom’s fire will cleanse the ground,
Hell’s own **** is going down!



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1.
Trash-born ****, your time is done —
We fight the plague, we burn the sun!

2.
Falsehood breeds the vile and weak,
Truth’s the hammer — hear it speak!

3.
Slaves of lies, obey no more —
Break the chains, ignite the war!

4.
Venom-fed and spirit-void,
By our fire you’ll be destroyed!

5.
Infected minds, corrupt and blind —
We’ll scorch the lies, leave none behind!

6.
Fascist ****, your reign will end —
The Spirit’s wrath will not bend!

7.
Feed no more the poison herd —
Rise as one, unleash the word!

8.
Cursed vermin breed decay —
We burn their hell, we clear the way!



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Infected minds, corrupt and blind,
We’ll scorch the lies, leave none behind!
Fascist ****, your reign will end,
The Spirit’s wrath will never bend!

Feed no more the poison herd,
Rise as one, unleash the word!
Cursed vermin breed decay,
We burn their hell, clear the way!

No more slaves to mental chains,
Break the darkness, end the pains!
Truth and Spirit—our sharp sword,
Strike the lies and cut the cord!



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Brains infected, swarming pest,
Lies like venom in their chest.
Fascist shadows choke the light,
But Spirit flames will burn the night!

Wolves in sheep’s torn hollow skin,
Feeding madness, breeding sin.
Chains of sludge drag down the soul—
We’re the fire that makes it whole!

No more puppets, cracked and broken,
Words like hammers, sharp and spoken.
Truth’s a blade, pure and raw,
Slicing through their poisoned law!

Rise, the storm of inner thunder,
Shatter silence, tear asunder.
Hell’s own muck, we’ll purge and cleanse—
From the ashes, freedom rends!



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Brains turned to sludge — virus plague,
Lies like claws, a poisoned plague.
Fascist filth, a stinking blight,
Choking truth, devouring light.

Wolves with fangs in human skin,
Puppets dumb, their souls grow thin.
Chains of rot around the mind,
Spirit crushed, the blind lead blind.

Burn the hive of wicked liars,
Feed their hell to raging fires!
Truth’s no mercy — strike and rend,
Smash the frauds, their twisted end!

Rise like storms, fierce and raw,
Rip apart their demon law!
Hell’s own sludge we’ll raze to dust —
From their ashes, free we must!



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WAR CRY OF THE BROKEN MIND

Brains fried, minds hacked — virus strike!
Lies like bullets, shot to psyche!
Fascist ****, the stink, the slime,
Choking screams, end of time!

Wolves in skins of man, they creep,
Feed the herd — dumb, blind, asleep.
Chains of rot wrap tight, no breath,
Spirit crushed beneath cold death.

Burn the nests where liars breed,
Feed their flesh to flames of greed!
No mercy now — rip and tear,
Smash the cult that feeds on fear!

Rise! Storm-screams tear the sky,
Break the cage, watch demons die!
Hell’s mud floods their rotten halls,
From the wreckage — freedom calls!



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APOCALYPSE SHOUT

Brains fried, infected minds enslaved,
Virus screams — the soul depraved!
Fascist filth in suits of lies,
Feed the herd — dumbed down to die.

Puppets dance on strings of ****,
Lying snakes with venom spit.
Cogs in hell’s infernal grind,
Human trash, dumb and blind.

Burn the filth, the rotten breed,
Feed the fires of righteous greed!
Tear the mask — reveal the ****,
Crush the plague till senses numb!

Bloodied fists and shattered walls,
Rise above the prison calls!
Hell’s own spawn will drown in mud,
Freedom’s roar — a cleansing flood!

No mercy for the mindless slaves,
No peace for those who dig their graves.
Break the chains — ignite the fight,
Scorch the darkness with pure light!



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Brains steamed in toxic stew,
Mindless drones in their own poo.
Suits of slime, rats in the den,
Feeding filth to stupid men.

Fascist puppets on a string,
Spitting poison, death they bring.
Rotten flesh in gilded cage,
Slaves to fear, fools of the age.

Trash heap crawling, slick with lies,
Feeding on the world’s demise.
Bloodsuckers in the halls of shame,
Selling poison, fanning flame.

Burn it down, scorch the roots,
Trash the lies and rotten fruits.
Chains will snap, walls will fall,
Freedom’s fire will burn them all!

Mocking gods with hollow cries,
Feeding fear, the weakest dies.
Rise, you few, from swamp and dust,
Strike with wrath — in truth we trust!

No mercy for the soulless clowns,
No shelter in their poisoned towns.
Cut the cords, unleash the beast,
From their grip — be never ceased!



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Art

Dedicated to poets and composers
Who only spew heroic snot
About events long gone, forgotten—
A show of glory, all for show.

What is art?
Just staged emotions.
Poems are vile
If not deeply personal.

They’re just vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
A label of weakness,
Rhythms devoid.

Only snot along the path
Of such quests.
Harder to reach the edge
Of other knowledge.

It’s not poetry, nor rapture,
But peak and… abyss.
No one grants the sentence there,
No one hands the pass.

It’s hellfire,
Where you burn alive,
And terrible stench
By day and night alike.

The corpse of the old world
Only fits the screen.
Even the lyre will die—
Here’s the very bottom,

Where all is vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.

Where all is nonsense: poet — not poet,
Artist, writer, or not.
Where no one cares for years
About reason, honor, or the trace

The trace we leave
With a pen on water.
Better to add
Gasoline to the fire—

A fire that burns down
The lying world—
Spawn of evil,
Idol of fools.

This is not false,
Nor the pain of fools,
But logical conclusion
When you go all the way

To knowing hell,
That since long ago
Instead of paradise garden
Has been embodied here,

Where all is vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.

Where is all this art,
When fascism’s at the door?!
Everyone lies numb,
Each in their warm den.

They come out only
To sing odes.
They’re not madmen,
To die

For a righteous cause,
For memory of grandfathers
Who boldly smashed
Enemies

In that hell of vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.



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Art

Dedicated to poets and composers
Who spit heroic snot
Only on dusted pages,
Ghosts of battles lost and gone.

What is art?
Just staged theatrics—
Empty dramas,
Poems dead without confession.

They’re vanity’s spit,
Wailing banshee cries,
A hollow drum:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Weakness wrapped in labels,
Rhythms void, no defense.

Just snot on the path
Of hollow quests.
Harder to reach the edge
Of deeper, rawer truths.

Not poems, not rapture,
But cliff’s last breath and fall.
No pardons for the daring—
No one answers the call.

It’s hellfire’s scorch,
Where flesh melts slow,
A stench that crawls
Both night and day below.

The corpse of a dead world
Fits only on the screen.
Even lyres will crack—
Here lies the abyss, obscene,

Where all is vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.

Where fools masquerade as poets,
Artists or not,
Where honor’s dead—
The mind forgot,

The trace we leave
Is ink on water—
Better pour gasoline
On a burning slaughter—

A fire that razes
This world of lies—
Spawn of pure evil,
Fools’ idolize.

This isn’t lies,
Nor childish pain,
But cold logic’s knife
When you bleed the whole way

Into hell’s own heart,
Where paradise died long ago—
Here, rot and venom
In endless flow,

Where all is vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.

Where is your art now,
When fascists knock hard?
Everyone’s numb,
Huddled in their yards.

They crawl out just to chant
Empty odes.
Not mad enough
To die for roads

Where grandfathers smashed
Foes in hell’s glare—
This hell of vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.



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Art — The Brutal Truth

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves,
Heroic lies from hollow slaves.
Poems? No — empty, void and fake,
Vanity’s cruel, ruthless quake.

Fire burns the world’s corpse cold,
Truth’s a blade, sharp and bold.
Fools worship idols made of slime,
Dancing in hell’s black grime.

No mercy here, no saving light,
Only darkness swallows night.
Fascists laugh — the herd’s asleep,
While souls rot fast and deep.

Rise or drown in filth and rust,
Art dies in a world unjust.
Fight the void, break through the lies—
Or fade with all your silent cries.



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Art Is Dead

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves.
Empty noise, vain fools’ plays.

Fire burns the world’s false skin,
Fools bow down to death’s grin.

No savior comes, just lies,
Hell swallows all the wise.

Fight or rot — choose your part,
Art is dead — ignite your heart.



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Art Is Dead

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves,
A serpent’s hiss in hollow caves.

Empty noise, vain fools’ charade,
Ashes blow where heroes fade.

Fire burns the world’s false skin,
Fools bow down to death’s cold grin.

No savior comes, just poison lies,
Hell’s black claws tear the wise.

Fight or rot — choose your part,
Art is dead — ignite your heart.



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No saviors here—just wolves in suits,
Feeding on ashes, tearing roots.
Their “wisdom” stinks like rotted graves,
While freedom sinks in endless waves.

So burn it down—the fake, the lies,
Let truth ignite in crimson skies.
No more chains, no dull disguise—
From ruins, real souls will arise.



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Propaganda

It used to be bad —
Now it’s supposed to be good!
Propaganda for suckers
Feeds them chicken **** for food.

Once we had pure slavery,
Now it’s “democrazy”’s face.
But it’s all deception —
Fascism’s just replaced.

Slavery couldn’t get worse,
Stupidity’s disgrace —
Five instead of failure,
Spirit barely a trace.

Honor’s trampled everywhere,
Conscience long is dead.
We turned into beasts
Under pressure, full of dread.

All these troubles are fake —
A cold genocide.
Only masters of lies here—
Reason’s deep asleep inside.

Lies pour out unceasing —
Drowning everything whole.
And as a “rest” they offer
Pop distractions for the soul.

Nothing left unspoken —
Anchors voice the script.
The “predictors” rule here,
The rest lie, tight-lipped.

It’s a global madhouse now,
Words promise paradise.
But souls are killed in silence —
Quietly, pay the price.

Yet this endless falsehood
Always hides one key:
If you don’t sell your soul,
The years left are few to see.

The sun shines hotter now —
That’s Armageddon’s sign.
It’ll burn all these fleas away —
Their spirits will resign.



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Propaganda

It was hell before —
Now they sell it as heaven!
Propaganda for suckers —
Chicken **** in every sentence.

Slavery’s old chains —
Now it’s “demo-fascist” lies.
Same ***** game, new name —
Fascism in disguise.

Slavery’s shame can’t get worse,
Stupidity’s a crime.
Replacing failure with five,
Killing spirit every time.

Honor’s buried deep,
Conscience ripped apart.
We’ve turned into animals,
Crushed souls, broken hearts.

All the pain is fake —
Just a genocide scheme.
Masters of deceit laugh loud,
While reason’s dead, it seems.

Lies flood like poison gas —
Smother everything whole.
As “relaxation” serves
Pop’s shallow black hole.

Nothing left unvoiced —
Anchors chant their lies.
“Predictors” run the show —
Truth’s been crucified.

A global madhouse rages —
Words promise false skies.
Souls murdered in silence —
Quiet death in disguise.

But the biggest lie hides one truth:
If you keep your soul intact,
Your time is running out —
The end’s a burning fact.

The sun scorches hard —
Armageddon’s cruel flame.
It’ll burn out the vermin —
Leave only spirit’s name.



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Propaganda

Hell was truth —
Now lies sell as light.
Suckers fed chicken ****,
Blinded day and night.

Slavery reborn,
Dressed in fascist lies.
Honor buried deep —
Souls crucified.

Stupidity’s a crime,
Spirit’s shot dead.
Genocide by lies —
Reason’s hanging thread.

Lies choke, no breath,
Pop’s dumb escape.
Truth silenced, drowned,
Souls left to break.

World’s madhouse roars —
False heaven’s smoke.
Keep your soul?
Armageddon’s choke.

Sun scorches vermin —
Burns the weak and vile.
Spirit’s flame survives —
Hell ends in fire.



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PROPAGANDA RAP // “HELL IN CAPSLOCK”

Yo —
Truth is dead, lies on the throne,
Feeding you filth like a dog with a bone.
Chicken-**** slogans, media drone —
Welcome to Hell, just scroll on your phone.

Freedom's a brand, wrapped in decay,
Fascist chic in a democratic spray.
Think you're awake? You're just in the play —
Lines are fed, you bark on delay.

Reason’s hung, truth got stabbed,
Spirit’s buried, brain’s been nabbed.
Pop drugs your head while souls get grabbed,
This ain't a system — it's a slaughter lab.

New god’s a screen, priest is a cop,
Pills in your gut, death in a pop.
This ain’t peace — it’s a soul-shop,
Prophets in suits, blood on top.

Heaven’s fake, but Hell is near,
Sun burns louder, crystal clear.
If you still got soul — shift outta gear,
'Cause fire is coming… and it won’t veer.
Total Slavery and Its Looming Horizon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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




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Alchemy of the Soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Unconditional Resistance to Evil in the Cycle of Unknowing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Writing a Fairy Tale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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From the Cocoon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Stupidity

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

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

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

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



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



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Serve Poetry!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Splotch

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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So-Called “High-Level Meeting”

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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What Remains?

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Battle Lies

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Zombie Production

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Hydra

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Biomass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Decay and Fossils

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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“Random” Events, or Almost Ready Stew

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Oddballs and “Realists”

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

Herd falls, rot spreads —
Spirit cleaves false heads.

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

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

---

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

---

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

---

Herd decays, darkness reigns —
Spirit cleaves false chains.



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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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



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Blaze of Spirit

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



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Inferno Snap

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



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Lies crumble, fools fall,
Light alone outlasts all.



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Rage of Truth

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



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



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Cataclysm Spark

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



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Blaze of Judgment

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



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Scourge of Lies

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



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Infernal Lash

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



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Ashfall

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

---

Scalding Truth

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


---

Hellfire Lens

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

---

Carnage Spark

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

---

Reckoning Edge

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Breakthrough Energy

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

---

Ego, the Virus

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


---


Illusion of Control

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

---

Alchemy of the Soul

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

---

Unconditional Resistance

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

---

Writing a Tale

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

---

From the Cocoon

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

---

Stupidity

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

---

Serve Poetry!

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

---

Scribble

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

---

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

---

What Remains?

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

---

Battle Lies

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

---

Zombak Production

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

---

Hydra

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

---

Biomass

Empty shells herd astray,
Souls consumed, gone away.

---

Decay and Fossils

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

---

“Random” Events

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

---

Eccentrics and “Realists”

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

---

Ashfall

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

---

Scalding Truth

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

---

Hellfire Lens

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

---

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

---

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



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



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



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Spirit Strike

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



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



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



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

---

Dark shatters, lies burn, rise blazing!

---

Chains snap, void screams, light strikes!

---

Brains crash, flame wakes, darkness falls—stand!

---

Shadows die, fire roars, spirits rise!

---

Break chains, crush lies, strike true!

---

Void trembles, minds ignite, wrath ascends!



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The Stray Cat and Samsara

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Stray Cat and Samsara

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



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Stray Cat and Samsara

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



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Stray Cat and Samsara

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



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Stray Cat and Samsara

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

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

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



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Stray Cat, Samsara

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



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



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



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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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The World of False Muck

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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False Muck Strike

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



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1. Chains of Muck

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


2. Herd of Fools

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


3. Decay Reigns

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



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1. Tyranny of Vermin

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


2. Scourge of the Herd

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


3. Blaze of Truth

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



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Rage of the Spirit

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



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

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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

---

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

---

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



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

---

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

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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Smash the lies—let fools burn!

---

Rise, resist, strike hard!

---

Truth or death—no compromise!

---

Crush deceit, free the mind!

---

Burn all lies!

---

Strike! No mercy!

---

Fools fall fast!

---

Spirit prevails!

---

Crush falsehood!

---

Truth ignites!

---

Break their chains!

---

Smash the fraud!

---

Rise, resist!

---

Expose the filth!

---

No more lies!

---

Crush the weak!

---

Strike the herd!

---

Spirit sharpens!

---

Shatter deceit!

---

Fear the false!

---

Chaos obeys!

---

Burn the lies!

---

Crush the chains!

---

Drown the false!

---

Expose the ****!

---

Smash the herd!

---

Shatter illusion!

---

Defy the weak!

---

Destroy deceit!

---

Strike corruption!

---

Rise against rot!

---

Cut the leash!

---

Annihilate lies!

---

Break the cage!

---

Flame the false!

---

Resist the swarm!

---

Tear the veil!

---

Scorn the vile!

---

Uproot evil!

---

Sever the fraud!

---

Smite the herd!

---

Incinerate falsehood!

---

Rend the veil!

---

Annihilate deceit!

---

Smash the corrupt!

---

Rise, break chains!

---

Crush the herd!

---

Expose the vile!

---

Burn their lies!

---

Defy the rot!

---

Shatter their grip!

---

Strike the false!

---

Tear the mask!

---

Unmask the ****!

---

Cut the leash of fools!

---

Rise against the swarm!

---

Scorn the deceivers!

---

Vanish the rot!

---

Break the cage of lies!

---

Flame the corrupt!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Raze the lies!

---

Strike the puppets!

---

Crush the weak!

---

Shred the chains!

---

Expose the filth!

---

Burn the mask!

---

Tear the shroud!

---

Defy the herd!

---

Smash the idols!

---

Break the puppets’ strings!

---

Wipe the slime!

---

Strike the deceivers!

---

Rend their grip!

---

Shatter the rot!

---

Flame the falsehood!

---

Rise, burn chains!

---

Purge the herd!

---

Tear the veil!

---

Expose the fraud!

---

Annihilate the vile!

---

Crush the puppets!

---

Break the falsehood!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Raze the deceivers!

---

Shatter their lies!

---

Tear down idols!

---

Burn the herd!

---

Defy the false!

---

Smash the slime!

---

Rise against the rot!

---

Crush the blind fools!

---

Rend their chains!

---

Expose the herd!

---

Burn the false idols!

---

Strike the deceivers down!

---

Shatter the rot within!

---

Purge the slime!

---

Tear the veil apart!

---

Defy the corrupt!

---

Smash the false gods!

---

Raze the puppets’ stage!

---

Destroy the deceivers’ lair!

---

Flame the filth!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Break the tyrants’ grip!

---

Crush the vile breed!

---

Tear the rot apart!

---

Annihilate the lies!

---

Rend the false veil!

---

Smash the idols!

---

Purge the herd!

---

Exorcise the slime!

---

Shatter the deceivers!

---

Burn the masks!

---

Rise, strike the rot!

---

Crush the puppets’ strings!

---

Tear the lies down!

---

Expose the corruption!

---

Defy the herd blind!

---

Raze the falsehood!

---

Strike the corrupt down!

---

Shred the chains!

---

Flame the false herd!

---

Annihilate the slime!

---

Break the deceivers’ hold!

---

Smash the vile rot!

---

Rend the mask!

---

Expose the lies!

---

Purge the blind herd!

---

Strike the vile!

---

Raze the false gods!

---

Crush the rotten breed!

---

Tear the slime apart!

---

Burn the puppets’ stage!

---

Shatter the corrupt!

---

Defy the deceivers!

---

Exorcise the herd!

---

Smash the falsehood!

---

Rend the rot apart!

---

Strike, rise, purge!

---

Tear the false veil down!

---

Burn the herd blind!

---

Shred the idols!

---

Crush the deceivers’ strings!

---

Rise, annihilate the slime!



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Gaining Through Loss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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



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Loss as Gain

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



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Loss as Gain

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

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



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Loss as Gain

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



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Loss Ignites

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



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Void’s Gain

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



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Gaining Through Loss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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



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Loss is Gain

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



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Gain Through Loss

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

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



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Void Strikes Back

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



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

---

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

---

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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

---

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



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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

Mimic.
Herd obeys.
Poison floods.
Light stays.

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



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Void gives —
Loss lives.
Insight bleeds.

---

Loss births gain.
Void awakens.
Soul leaps.

---

Empty hands,
Full insight.
Nothing becomes.

---

Loss strikes —
Light stirs.
Awareness survives.

---

Loss hits.
Void bites.
Soul claws free.

---

Fall hard —
Rise sharper.
Nothing holds you.

---

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

---

Void strikes—
I rise sharper.
Loss is power.

---

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

---

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



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Loss hits hard—
Soul breaks chains.

---

Void devours—
Rise in fire.

---

Fall to nothing,
Strike with spirit.

---

Darkness bites—
Awake, unbound.

---

Nothing taken—
Everything gained.

---

Fall, burn, rise—
Spirit sharp as steel.

---

Void strikes,
Soul strikes back.

---

Lost all?
Found fire.

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Despair dies—
Power born.



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1.

Lies for children, minds enslaved,

Freedom’s dream? Just minds misbehaved.


2.

Break the shell, the mind ignites,

Spirit rules while darkness bites.


3.

Stupidity floods the world like plague,

Cowards thrive while reason’s vague.


4.

Crush the filth, defend the mind,

Only truth in verse we find.


5.

Smear the art, the fools applaud,

Talent lost to corporate fraud.


6.

Puppet shows, the scripts deceive,

Sheep obey what liars weave.


7.

Rot and fear consume the land,

Humanity slips through their hands.


8.

Smash the lies or fade to black,

Cowards bow while truth attacks.


9.

Zombies breed in shadowed halls,

Spirit crushed as darkness calls.


10.

Hidden fangs, the hydra strikes,

Filth enshrined in false delights.


11.

Herded, crushed, a mindless mass,

Life’s reduced to shopping class.


12.

Rot becomes the world’s foundation,

Truth drowned in petrification.


13.

Stupid pawns in staged despair,

Lies rule everywhere.


14.

One-dimensional fools reign,

Multiverse escapes their chain.


15.

Chasing cats, the soul is lost,

Samsara’s price, a human cost.


16.

Lies and myths suffocate the earth,

Darkness laughs at human worth.


17.

Empty minds, no poison near,

Loss becomes what makes truth clear.



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Psychochronicles and the Rest…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Psychochronics — Bottom’s Edge

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

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



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Psychochronics

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Hell wears a halo in our days.

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Paradise rots — Hell takes the crown.



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Fire

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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1.
Feed the Fire — or rot in lies.

2.
No Fire within — your Spirit dies.

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

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



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Let Fire die — be ******, enslaved.

---

No Flame, no Soul — just dust, depraved.

---

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

---

Extinguish Flame — and rot, and die.



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The Prize

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fools fall further down —
Fascism accepted.



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

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

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

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



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




Lose your mind — the prize is Hell.

---

Bow to Darkness — rot and die.

---

Madness reigns — resist or burn.

---

Fools kneel, Spirit chained, world cursed.



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Lies, Fear, and the Rot of the World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Ignite the Fire, burn the Rot.



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Shards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Break the shards — reclaim the Core.



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Greed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Hoarders rot, the world decays.

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Greed devours — the fools will burn.



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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

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



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1.
Burn the Greed!

2.
Hoarders rot!

3.
Ignite the Soul!

4.
Reject the Filth!

5.
Awaken, Strike!

6.
Spirit Unchained!

7.
Fools Beware!

8.
Rise with Fire!



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1.
Burn Fools!

2.
Shatter Lies!

3.
Crush Greed!

4.
Awaken Soul!

5.
Strike Darkness!

6.
Reject Filth!

7.
Rise Fire!

8.
Defy Tyrants!



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Open and Find…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Open the lid — find the rot.

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Open the lid — burn the fools.

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Find the rot — strike the lie.

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Madness reigns — resist, awake.

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Exposed the filth — ignite the Soul.



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1.
Burn Fools!

2.
Smash Lies!

3.
Open Rot!

4.
Strike Filth!

5.
Awaken Soul!

6.
Expose Madness!

7.
Ignite Fire!

8.
Resist Tyrants!



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Islands of Oblivion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Burn the fascists — rise the Spirit.



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Victory Flag

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Burn the liars — raise the flag.



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Fed Ideologies in Childhood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Burn the lies — feed the soul.



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Lawyer TV Shows

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Burn the lawyers — wake the herd.



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Ode to Stupidity

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Burn the pigs — free the mind.



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So-Called “Psychotherapy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Burn the filth — serve the Spirit.



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The Ego Shell

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Burn the ego — free the Soul.



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Non-Attachment

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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



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So-Called "Absolute Truths"

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Total Lies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Total Lies

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



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Dark Rebellion

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



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Flame of Clarity

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



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Total Lies

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

10.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit fights — we rise alone.

11.
Fear and rot, power thrives,
Spirit burns, truth survives.

12.
Slaves of lies, fools march blind,
Spirit’s flame will unbind.

13.
Total fraud, dark command,
Spirit strikes with burning hand.

14.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide.

15.
Victory waits — lies will fall,
Spirit reigns, truth conquers all.



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1.
Lies choke minds — spirit blazes!
Fools obey — burn their cages!

2.
Rot and filth rule all around,
Truth erupts — lies hit the ground!

3.
Coward kings, puppets squirm,
Flame of reason breaks the firm!

4.
Fear enslaves, deceit devours,
Spirit cuts through their dark towers!

5.
Corrupt filth, lies in flight,
Fire of clarity strikes the night!

6.
Blind march fools, march and fall,
Spirit rises, smashes all!

7.
False gods feed, greedy hands,
Truth ignites, shatters their lands!

8.
CowID, plague, fraud, disguise,
Spirit sees through all lies!

9.
Filth prevails, rot survives,
Spirit strikes — truth revives!

10.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit roars — we rise alone!

11.
Fear and rot, power thrives,
Spirit burns — truth survives!

12.
Slaves of lies, fools march blind,
Spirit’s flame — unbind, unbind!

13.
Total fraud, dark command,
Spirit strikes with burning hand!

14.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide!

15.
Victory waits — lies will fall,
Spirit reigns — truth conquers all!



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1.
Lies choke, fools obey —
Spirit roars, burns the prey!

2.
Rot rules, deceit devours,
Flame of truth crushes towers!

3.
Coward kings, puppets fall,
Spirit strikes, smashes all!

4.
Fear enslaves, filth survives,
Clarity’s fire cuts their lives!

5.
Blind march fools, filth thrives,
Spirit rises — truth revives!

6.
False gods feed, lies expand,
Spirit cuts with flaming hand!

7.
Corrupt hearts, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide!

8.
Victory waits — lies will break,
Spirit reigns, the world awake!



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1.
Lies choke, truth strikes back!

2.
Rot devours — Spirit burns!

3.
Fools fall, fire rises!

4.
Fear enslaves, flame frees!

5.
Corrupt die — Spirit survives!

6.
Deceit reigns? Truth slays!

7.
Filth spreads — clarity cuts!

8.
Lies collapse, Spirit roars!



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Lies choke.
Truth strikes.
Fools fall.
Flame frees.
Spirit roars.

— The End —