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Ken Pepiton Mar 2018
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Lying spirits. Those are real you know. You know? Don't you?

Mad is ill defined, dis-ease, decease, desistere, eh? You Roman?
You serve a mad man you know.
And the Roman said,'I serve the empire, a' and he stopped…

Might right be virtuous and power called might
be not-right,
like hands, chirality? Right and not.

Shame, we should not know that.

Perhaps the vector was the chirality connection.
Hers was upgraded.
So when the shame bomb hit, it was him,
not her, who blew it?
He did that?
Yeh, I see how now,
It's the hypo-thalish, estrogen receptor steward system.
Who named that ****** thing?

No, left-right brain variablity was designed
to counter the estrogen-tester if it went mal.
This is the Left HIS Branch, a resistor,
it changed the way breath gets to that "It is,
good" receptor complex just inside
the ventricles
where the first sparks releaze
the ozone reaction.
The reaction to that lost loving feeling,
That was the shame bomb.
The action taken to a switch burned out
in a rush of knowledge of good and evil beyond
the heart's experience with expansion.
The opposite seems to have happened in the wombedman,
he comprehends hope is a new treasure.
Hope. Who coulda seen that coming?

A witness.
Some mind saw that happen and it was never washed into the sea of forgetfulness, so

Wow.

Like in the mountains, that ozone,
first breath feeling, that's great!
No, like that first free hit. That's it. You will pay…

Like, this first reaction is not "That's wonder-filled",
but it's
"that was not deep enough,
not good enough,
too shallow,
faked it".

On every breath the man takes,
a voice in his head is saying,
"not good enough, keep
trying/dying/breathe/harder.
Sweat it all.
Shame on you."
Shame.
That was the trick.
Make him think he is not related to God,
on any level?
Make him think he does not have a knower
in good working order,
save for that tiny electrical glitch in the
official HIS bundle builder gene. That's nothing,
Who told him she was naked?
That's evil.
What he knew was good, what he believed was evil.

How did it work out?

Okeh. It took several millennia longer
than first estimates.
Starts out kinda dun'dat, don't it?
Things get brighter near the end.
According to the legend I learned.

Knowing liars lie does not make every man a liar, I think,
Only the ones who say they do not
lie have no truth in them,
if they can truly believe that.

It's a chapter, a colloquy of consciousness grounding out.

The story is told,
this is the way men were built, original specs,
able to do anything they agreed to do.
But their hearts had been corrupted because
the whole heart building system in Adam
was dis - turbed, mixed up with that sweet deceit.
If it weren't for mitichondria the sifting needed,
could have taken forever.

By Noah's first beard, the gene pool was so turbid, no one could see the bottom.

Living water flowing from men's bellies,
ta, lemme say,
that be some evolvin' involvin' some
a priori
somethin' or anotha.
Ax that wombedman at the well, what the hell?

There, here, is a whole story about ****** and the seeds of all the myths that point so straight
to Jesus as they red-shift into historical
mysteriums twisted and warped by time and chance tyrannies.
Holiness hierarchical hegemony funds
that sprang from Eve's first hope,
have no hope at all for
cowards and fools and fraidy cats.

Heroes, those compound interest, all things are possible,
except
God can't lie, or die, or fail.

Is living heroic, no. We choose to live.
Life favors life.
That's easy.
All things are possible with life,
as a whole.
Very complex plots and schemes and schemas and media
and magi-level tech
this is working, you know.
We agree. Who could make us enemies?

Still, any plan men made was clear in the minds of all the planners
and the builders and the men they used as tools to
multiply the strength of the ideas that possessed them.
They built cities that way.
By agreeing together to do it. Gobekli Tepi?
You know, what was that ? A
thousand years of CCC park bench building and trail
marking benignly buried with never a mark of destruction?
They, the men planners and builders and laborers, right after the Ice pulled back from the Caucusus
or the Levant lifted up, 12,000 years ago, or so,
somebody builds this place called Gobekli Tepi
about a morning walk, a Sabbath Day's Journey, from
Terah's Local god shoppe in Urfa
the Turks are said to say..

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Original specs, reset, it's all software.
We can cipher this out,
if we keep our heads
while others about us are losing theirs.

Men with the new softer hearts can do that, they can,
when they put their heads together,
they can make anything happen.
Knowledge is increasing, as we know it.

Nothin''s done in darkness that shan't be made known.

That's no threat.
Never was.
It's a promise. Like, the meek inherit the earth.
This is raw. I am hoping for feed back that tells me if the voice and time and pov swirl I am attempting harmonizes with the idea of a golden meaning in life that spins out from the source of life it self. It is a sc-fi-fantasy poetic philo-loving essay, esse. How can it be better?
Matt Revans Oct 2015
A time will come
in your life when something will wake you




and your fears
and insanity will finally forsake you.



You stop dead in
your tracks and somewhere the voice



inside your head
cries out… ENOUGH! Just rejoice!



Enough fighting
and crying and constantly blaming



and struggling to
hold on, and senselessly shaming.



Then, like a
child quietening down after a tantrum, you blink back your tears



and begin to look
at the world through new eyes, without fears.



This is your
awakening, you realise it’s time to stop hoping



and waiting for
something to change, whilst you’re barely just coping,



or for happiness,
safety and security to magically appear



over the next
horizon at which you anxiously peer.



You realise that
in the real world there isn’t always a fairy tale ending,



and that any
guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with self-mending.



And in the
process a sense of serenity is born, but not by de rigueur,



You just awaken
to the fact that you don’t perfectly configure.



That not everyone
will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are



And that’s OK,
for they’re entitled to their own views and opinions, you’ve got here so far.



You learn the
importance of loving and championing yourself, and start the removal,



of outmoded
behaviours, in order to process a sense of new found self-approval.



You stop
complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you,



or didn’t do for
you – for only thing you can count on is the unexpected, ain’t that true!



You learn that
people don’t always say what they mean, or mean what they say,



and that not
everyone will always be there for you anyway,



and everything
isn’t always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own two feet



and to take care

of yourself…  for you are actually
complete.



And in the process
a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.



You stop judging
and pointing your finger in defiance.



You begin to
accept people as they are and start to overlook



their
shortcomings and human frailties, don’t live by THAT book.



And in the
process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.



You learn to open
up to different points of view whilst not making them your business.



You begin
reassessing and redefining,



smudging your
edges; perceptions realigning.



Distilling who
you are at your core.



Titrating what
you really stand for.



You learn the
difference between wanting and needing



and throw out childhood
schemas from psychological spoon-feeding.



You begin to
discard the doctrines and values you’ve outgrown,



or should never
have bought into to begin with, but in your youth you were shown.



You learn that
there is power and glory in contributing and creating,



and you stop
maneuvering through life merely as a consumer, unsatisfied and berating.



You learn that

principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a
bygone era,



but the mortar

that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life to hold
dearer.



You learn that
you don’t know the answers to any and everything,



it’s not your job
to save the world and that you can’t teach a pig to sing.



You learn the
only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry



and that martyrs
get burned at the stake, regardless of whether or not you do tarry.



Then you learn
about love. You learn to look at relationships as they really are



and not as you
would have them be; for they will hurt and scar.



You learn that
‘alone’ does not necessarily mean lonely.



You stop trying
to control people, situations and outcomes, and thinking ‘If Only!’



You learn to
distinguish between responsibility and guilt,



And the

importance of setting boundaries and learning to say ‘NO’, when ‘YES’ is
inbuilt.



You also stop
working so hard at putting your feelings aside,



Or smoothing things
over and ignoring the resentment inside.



You learn that your
body really is your temple, and finally select,



to care for it,
and treat it with love & respect.



You begin to eat
a balanced diet, drink more water, and take exercise.



You spirit starts
to soar, which should come as no real surprise.



You learn that
being tired fuels doubt, uncertainty and fear



so you take more
time to rest and be with the people you hold dear.



And, just as food
fuels the body, laughter fuels the soul.



So you take more
time to laugh and to play, and make joy your goal.



You learn that,
for the most part, you get in life what you deserve,



and that much of
life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy, which will unfold without reserve.



You learn that
anything worth achieving is worth working for,



and that wishing
for something to happen is different than making it happen; for sure.



More importantly,
you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction,



discipline and
perseverance, but most importantly, self-affection.



You learn that no
one can do it all alone,



and that it’s OK
to risk asking for help and sharing your zone.



You learn the
only thing you must truly fear is fear itself,



For you learn to
step right into and right through your fears and not hide them on some shelf



In the recesses
of your mind.



You treat
yourself well, treat yourself kind.



Because you know
that whatever happens you can handle those fears



As the fire in
you burns brighter with the passing of your years



For to give in to
fear is to give away the right



to live life on
your own terms, filled with much love and light



You learn to
fight for your life and not to squander your hours,



living under a
cloud of impending doom which will sprinkle you with its showers.



You learn that
life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve



and that

sometimes bad things happen to good people whose fate you are unable to
preserve



and you learn not
to always take things so personally, or let your pride be so bruised.



You learn that
nobody’s punishing you and that you are not always being abused.



It’s just life
happening. You learn to admit when you are wrong



and to build
bridges instead of walls, from which you can sing your life’s message all along.



You lean that
negative feelings must be understood and redirected



or they will

suffocate the life out of you and the universe which will just become more
infected.



You learn to be
thankful and to take comfort in the many different gifts



That we the lucky
ones possess in this world of deep rifts,



things that
millions of people upon the earth would love to have just for one hour:



a full
refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.



Then, you begin
to take responsibility for yourself,



by yourself, and
you make yourself



a promise to
never betray yourself



and to never,
ever settle for less than you heart’s desire and good health.



You make it a
point to keep smiling, to keep trusting,



and to stay open
to every wonderful possibility in this life which is there for the lusting.



Finally, with
courage in your heart, you take a stand, you take a deep breath,



and you begin to
design the life you want to live as best as you can, to the death.

Matt Revans
©Copyright
prosaic prologues bewitch
   feeble minded scribe doth undertake
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
   for goodness sake

echoing across,
   a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
   clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose

   analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
   this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
   to string together an aria
   tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,

sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
   mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
   which exertion
   on par with giving birth

(or so I guess),
   a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
   deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,

   an essentially unbearable
   effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
   latent mental ambition,
   especially toasty warm near the hearth

which hitherto unknown to any reader
   twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
   in the making of diction

aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
   to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
   bait Oven  English Major
   with Westernization

topped off with a European  
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
   dips daintily into forays epicurean,

though careful,
   and alert since church fathers
  would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
   a spiritual abduction

stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
   averse to abnegation
unfair imposition

   to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible mission
   to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
   punishing call of the wild,
   sowing seeds a ******* accusation
considered averse,
   then imposition contrition!
rey Aug 2017
a fragmented illusion built from the schemas of my mind
every possibility, problem resolved
a beautiful home
constructed ever so carefully

until one day it ignites
and suddenly the beautiful home i built
burns to the ground
and leaves me with ashes
If you think deeply enough about it,
Even words with good intentions,
Are kind of terrifying.
You could say something so sympathetic,
Aiming to try and help,
But instead you load thoughts into their head.

"It's okay that you feel like that,
They misused your trust,"
But it's only then they realise,
Exactly what it sounds like,
So instead of being completely comforted or consoled,
They end up thinking:
Well if it's like that then I should feel like 'this'.

The truth is when other people phrase what's happened to you,
Often it hits you a different way
Than you have been looking at it.
Sometimes you start to form schemas,
Of how you should feel,
Or you just prove the evidence shows that it's right to feel this way,
And not just right, but that it's the only method to deal with it.
Someone speaks about how you've been hurt,
And how you should try not to let it impact your trust,
So instead you realise what happened means,
In your head now, that you should always let it influence you.
It's a bit messed up,
But that's how it can be.
This ***** but I thought I'd post it anyway.
JDK Jun 2020
You can't rebuild schemas without breaking them first.
Get out of your comfort zone!
Problem — Reaction — Solution: The Control Mechanism


I. Problem — Reaction — Solution

You gotta craft the problem yourself,
To scare the gullible fools outright.
Then shove fake “solutions” on the shelf,
And stomachs vote to make it right.

That’s how the world’s control unfolds,
Where genocide’s a favored art.
This world’s a cesspit, grim and cold,
Where fools keep breeding fools to part.

The problems stitched with white-hot thread,
Convince only the dumbest of men.
The wretched “solutions” filled with dread —
Human ****’s vile, sickening den.

The gist of all those fake dilemmas
Is crushing freedom, no escape,
The only way to fix the schemas —
Is choking minds with no debate.

You’ll find the proof; I won’t exhaust
This curse with verses, foul and crude.
For style harsh — no blame, no cost —
Roses and tears won’t fix this feud.


II. Crushing Machine of Lies

Here presses grind all into dust,
“Education” kills the mind.
Poisoned souls turn into rust —
In lies and chains confined.

Mute and blind, obey the dark,
The world’s a plague, a rotten sore.
This blight’s the hammer, cold and stark,
That kills all hope at core.

Lie first, then scare the weak to death,
Make slaves beg to be chained.
This method’s old — its cruel breath
Has long been known, well-stained.

First create a problem, then await
The fearful crowds’ response.
Offer a “choice” — enslave their fate —
Freedom’s price: compliance once.

This madness rules the mass’s mind,
A beast that feeds on weak and blind.
How live among these blind, confined?
Cry, scream — no peace you’ll find.

Reject the lies, seek spirits true,
Build worlds beyond the dark taboo,
Or perish lost, devoured by crew
Of war and lies anew.


III. Chain Reaction of Stupidity

A chain reaction dumb and blind
Sweeps all reason down the drain.
It starts as education’s grind —
A sewage flood of lies and pain.

A torrent of vile ideologies,
Designed to keep the dark alive.
They scar the soul and breed fallacies —
Make truth and reason take a dive.

Propaganda grabs the torch,
Howling fear to paralyze.
“Odd ones” mocked — a coded scorch,
To trap the brave and wise.

Endless memes and patterns sold —
Rot immortal, foul and cold.
They push the herd to mindless fold,
Feeding on the weak and old.

Only crap is spread around,
Repeating lies to dumb the crowd.
The goal: the harvest, poison-bound —
False paradise, fake and loud.

The “paradise” of fascists’ grip,
A global camp of cruel decay.
Its flag’s a cross of capitulation —
The doom of all who lose their way.


IV. Bread, Spectacles, and Spells

Here rule the spells, incantations,
The trigger for dog-like brays.
“Attention!” calls the mass — all stations,
Follow lines in zombie ways.

Personal experience will show —
You’re trapped inside a hellish play.
Like lab rabbits, fate’s cruel blow,
Yet rabbits at least aren’t mad all day.

The madness vast, if summed in one,
“Consciousness” — beastly, dull, and weak.
Don’t listen, don’t react — you’re done
If caught in traps that devils seek.

Record it all inside your head,
But never twitch, don’t take the bait!
The spirit’s tormented, filled with dread,
Escape light or face your fate.

Clear your mind of poisoned trash,
Mountains built of vile deceit.
Few minds intact — the schools just crash
The spark of thought beneath their feet.

They aim to dull the common brain,
To turn the soul to darkest mud.
But “evil” called by other names,
Disguised in terms that drip with blood.

Civilization’s howl: beware!
Their lies infect the highest air.
Behind their masks lurks foul despair —
Truth dies while fools sit unaware.

Exercises in fake “wise men” —
Where **** present as sage again.
That’s the world of “rational” men,
Where rotten lies breed bitter pain.

Thus all “revolutions” and “reforms”
Lead straight to *******, no reforms.
“Constitutions” — hollow forms —
Mind’s entertainment, brainstorms.

Bread is poisoned, spectacles dull,
Fit only for the stupid fool.
But fools devour it like a rule,
Their minds reduced to empty pools.

And all begins with spells — the dark
The core of Morok’s deadly mark.
Minimal awareness — stark —
That’s how the liars claim their park.

Expand your mind and spirit’s flight,
Or become a sheep doomed to the knife.
An empty husk, a vegetable blight,
Their harvest doomed to lose all life.

No show for you, no stage, no praise —
Burned, crushed, devoured in their maze.
Though all that’s grown is full of haze,
Falsehoods drown in toxic waves.

V. Politics — A Game for Fools
Mad reactions run amok,
By “factions” paid to fool the flock.
A game of false opposition —
Where every “side” is just submission.

“Enemies” conjured up on whim,
Threats fabricated, schemes so grim.
Pawns shuffled, ***** money’s trim,
Fools dance to lies — the lights go dim.

Clowns are but the puppet’s mask,
The master’s hand beyond the task.
Fools are shackled deep in lies —
Truth buried beneath their cries.

Lies implanted from their birth,
Politics the show of dearth.
No better tool to crush the Earth —
Falsehood’s gate to false rebirth.

Dig deep the dirt, reveal the lies,
Look past the smokescreens, dark disguise.
Closer to freedom’s distant skies,
Truth waits beyond the tyrants’ cries.

VI. Overloaded...
Reactions flooded, minds destroyed,
By lies and fear, the crowds deployed.
Scared fools trust the staged charade,
Invited death with blind parade.

“Disease” conjured from the screen,
Emotions snared by cruel machine.
No reason left, just greed and spite,
The fools march blindly into night.

Puppets dance, their strings are pulled,
By green bills in shadows mulled.
The slaughterhouse disguised by faith,
The fools believe the greatest wraith.

They say it’s God’s own sacred plan —
And bow their heads to that cruel man.
They pray while mocked, the fools, the ******,
A pitiful, obedient band.


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Problem — Reaction — Solution: The Control Game

You craft the problem, scare the crowd,
Then sell the fix with lies so loud.
Education’s poison, minds confined,
In chains of fear, the fools aligned.

Lie first, then scare to make them kneel,
Offer "choices" — fake as steel.
Masses drown in dumb despair,
Trapped in cages built of air.

Propaganda’s endless flood,
Turns bright minds to twisted mud.
Memes and fear the herd control,
Crushing sparks that touch the soul.

Politics — a puppet show,
Fools dance, but who pulls strings? They don’t know.
Enemies made, then swapped in play,
Freedom’s corpse rots day by day.

Bread and spectacles, spells cast wide,
To dull the herd, to **** the pride.
A sea of sheep with vacant eyes,
Blindly marching to their demise.

Overloaded, scared, destroyed,
The crowd’s faith in lies employed.
Puppets bowed to false command,
Slaves to greed’s cold, brutal hand.

Wake up, resist, and break the chain,
Or drown forever in their game.
Freedom’s flame still fights the dark—
Light it up, ignite the spark!
The Road to Global Void

We haul water in a sieve,
Hide our “money” in a shell.
We’re the finest fools that live —
Centuries we've squashed the Self.

We teach children to consume,
Trust the monsters — let them in.
And to dodge our looming doom,
We must lie — first out, then in.

Truth’s been buried far too deep,
Mind castrated, barely thinks.
Hard to tell what truths we keep —
Frankly, no one gives a... blink.

Truth disturbs our fragile sleep,
So we toss it out instead.
All around — a trance so deep,
Asking questions? Use your head!

Hardest ones bring hardest hits —
So we work, then eat and nap.
Thinking hurts — so silence fits
Better with the mental gap.

Even mind became a sieve,
What it held — has drained away.
To the Global Void we drift,
Few short years — and no delay.

Digital the cage is built,
But we’re chewing still, unfazed.
Chewing nonsense, full of guilt,
As the world dissolves in haze.



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Into the Void we proudly crawl —
No truth, no thought, just feed and fall.



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With hollow heads and mouths ajar,
We march to Void — and call it "smart".



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Truth is banned, and thought is crime —
Chew your chains, you're doing fine.



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Brain’s a sieve, the soul is sold —
Welcome to the Void you told.



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Truth is poison. Thought’s a crime.
We rot in sync. Right on time.



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The Only Cure

The "impossible" comes true —
While the "possible" is ****.
That confuses mindless crews,
GMO-brained hypocrites.

And they ruined what was pure
For a slice of "happy" pie.
But that "happiness" is poor —
Just inflated ego’s lie.

Only Creative Fire
Reaches what no hands can grasp.
— Will it bring the joy you hire?
— Just more bait for shears to clasp.

And they shear the sheep with grace —
"Masters," "gurus," conmen bold.
Piles of crap in one bookcase
For the "super-beings" sold.

Self-reflection. Pure creation —
Here’s the only honest way.
Ditch "divine" hallucinations
And the lies that make you pray.

Look within — that’s where it shines,
Not in cults or mystic frauds.
Truth through art will **** the lies,
Fuel your soul to walk through odds.

And that Distance, far ahead,
You will find by inner light.
While the world goes mad instead —
Sick with greed and poisoned might.

A new world shines for those who go.
All the rest? Into the pit.
Signs are clear: the rot will blow.
Cataclysms come — to split.



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Create or rot. The choice is clear —
Truth burns fake "light" and guru fear.



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No gods, no guides — just look inside.
Create — or join the deathly tide.


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Introspect. Create. Destroy
Every "truth" they sell for joy.



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Your “truth” is rot. Your “gurus” lie.
Create — or crawl away and die.



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No inner fire? Then stay the prey.
The filth gets cleansed — one purge away.



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Pray to frauds and chase your fate —
Hell is full. Create — or wait.



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The End-****

“Divine retribution”?
That's ancient lore.
Now it's pollution,
Filth at the core.

Truth gets dismembered
By soulless beasts,
While frauds are remembered —
The cult of thieves and priests.

**** is the standard,
Thieves rule the hive.
We’ve sunk past bottom —
Hell is alive.

“Punishment”? Really?
Too soft a name
For what surrounds us —
A sewer-flame.

From birth, they rot us,
Mind turned to dust.
Tools of the thoughtless
To herd and rust.

And if you fight it,
You're “mad” or “wrong”.
“Freedom”? — just gaslight
Dressed up in song.

There is no people —
Not when the soul
Rots in the steeple.
That’s the black hole.

No more pretending.
It's far too late.
The system's ending.
The **** is fate.



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The soul is gone. The lie’s the law.
What’s coming now? ****. Voilà.



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No truth. No light. Just rot and debt.
The end is here. Enjoy ****.



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You cheered the fall. You fed the fraud.
Now drown in **** — the wrath of God.



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Hypercomplex Connections

Nature shoves it in your face —
Those hyperlinked and ghostly ties.
But lies have locked the human race
In loops where even thought now dies.

Brains degrade below amoebas,
Though we call ourselves "the peak".
While microbes show us cosmic schemas —
A chance to glimpse the truth we seek.

That test — where matter's sealed away
Still alters life without a touch —
Could launch real science into play…
But monsters fear such facts too much.

Should such "obscene" things reach the mob,
They’d wreck materialist control.
Worse than bombs — the facts that rob
The World Fascism of its goal.

And facts like these are not so few —
They point to mind and soul as key.
Man could become a god — it’s true…
But slaves must rot in entropy.

Ugly theories rule the herd,
While thought is crushed and dreams decay.
To think is sin. To ask — absurd.
Let’s build one Global Madhouse, eh?

And CowID proved the very start
Of this descent into the pit.
The maggots won’t release your heart
Unless we rise — or all gets split.

For lies now **** like bombs with brains,
And twist all speech into a noose.
They amplify the toxin-rains —
And turn the truth itself… to puce.



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Nature’s lies choke every mind —
Truth’s a threat the fools can’t find.



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Science crushed by fear and greed —
Slaves rot blind, consumed by need.



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CowID cracked the sane’s last gate —
Madhouse waits — it’s all too late.



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Difference in Propagandists

“We don’t sow, we don’t plow,
But proud we stand, and how!” —
A Soviet joke, but true in part,
Propaganda’s poisoned art.


We’re not proud — just spew the lie,
Drowning in the ******* high.
Later comes the bitter cost,
Now the cash has blinded most.

We lick ******* just as well,
As Soviets once cast their spell.
Closer now these butts remain,
On them we stake our endless gains.

Media rules — the **** rejoice,
All obey, no rebel voice.
But few dissenters still remain —
Their fight is weak, a dying flame.

So let’s cover with a copper ***
The filthy lies the “new plagues” brought.
Start a war of endless lies,
Truth will drown — no compromise.

We know the End is drawing near,
Lower all mankind in fear.
With the newest, nastiest spin,
We'll drag the world down deep in sin.



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Propaganda’s lies choke the mind —
Puppets bow, no truth to find.



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We lick the boots that hold the whip —
Doom’s parade, a sinking ship.



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New plagues spread on lies and hate —
End is near, we feed the fate.



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Shitfall, or the Widespread Poisoning of Reason

Mentor — sphincter of the shitfall,
Dumped by **** with no regret.
Hard to shake it off at all,
If your mind’s a broken net.

So many coated, crawling things,
Poisoned by the books they’ve read.
From them crawl the wicked stings,
Spreading venom, striking dread.

Ideas hit like bombs, but soft —
Quicker than an armed attack,
Reason poisoned, cast aloft,
Fools just laugh — can’t fight it back.

The whole world’s under siege today,
No marches break the toxic spell.
Awareness grows, but bit by bit,
Unity’s the only hell.

These are recipes for truth —
Trash all offers from the dark,
Smash the **** that breeds uncouth,
Stop the filth that leaves its mark.

Stinking propaganda reigns,
A diarrhea gang’s foul breath.
Trust the fiends — become the stains,
Smeared in filth, a walking death.



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**** rains down, minds rot away —
Trust the ****, you’re filth, no sway.



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Poison spreads through every vein —
Fight the filth or drown in pain.



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The Sawmill, or School and Its Programs

The sawmill’s set to grind the mind,
Cutting talent, dull and blind.
Are these programs made by brutes?
Or by soulless, broken suits?

Their goal — they hide behind “care,”
But chaos spreads through thin air.
A scattered mess of pointless lies,
Grows more blatant in our eyes.

The world’s in “care” — CowID’s proof,
The verdict loud, the truth aloof.
Maggots set the test in place:
The mind’s a madhouse, lost in space.

Exceptions rare — but not this verse.
The spokes of Samsara’s curse
Are fools and psychos, weak and base,
Who bow to fiends and lose their place.

This theme is theirs, the beasts who bow,
Few sane remain — and none know how.
The sawmill’s fruits — these dumbed-down crowds,
While mothers send their kids in shrouds.

To **** the mind, school leads the way,
The same old game, day after day.



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The school’s a sawmill, minds get sliced—
Killing thought, the future priced.



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Brains cut down by rotten schemes—
Dumbed to slaves and broken dreams.



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They grind the youth, the soul’s denied—
Samsara’s spokes in brainwashed stride.



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The Haze

The Haze — hell’s monsters know full well
How to keep the slave in chains:
Fears and lies, their endless spell,
Claiming fate controls our pains.

Artificial woes — their prime
Method to control the dumb.
Drop you in the rotten slime —
Lies enough to overcome.

To herd the fools, the ages run,
Send all kids to schools to breed
Dumb cattle, dumbed one by one,
Propaganda and dull deed.

But if the Haze should fade away
By a quarter’s light and grace,
This hell would crumble, melt, decay —
And vanish without a trace.

Yet to reach that quarter’s dawn,
From babe to marshal they must grow.
Still must shake this hellish spawn —
Strike hard to break the toxic flow.

A jolt, a shock, might weaken haze,
In some hearts a spark can light.
And that spark might break the maze,
Help the near ones see the night.

How to shake? Counter-prop,
Communities for real.
Though monsters gather, make a mob —
People outnumber fiends for real.



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Haze enslaves with fear and lies —
Break the chains or doom will rise.



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Monsters rule with twisted art —
People’s strength will break their heart.



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Propagandists, Zombies, ******* at the Trough and Negative Selection

Rubber contraceptives
Spew nonsense on the screen.
Fools believe these palliatives —
No escape from zombie scene.

Crushed beneath the gray biomass,
Reason’s remnants fade away.
All the ******* count their cash,
Holding this foul world at bay.

Politicians, petty clerks,
Schoolteachers, cops in shame,
Minds are holes, their skills are quirks —
Not men, but excrement’s name.

Exceptions rare as shooting stars,
Random in this cursed crop.
Selection’s negative, scars
Mark every generation’s flop.

Monsters rule, the fiends conspire,
Hiding deep behind the stage.
Giving orders to expire —
“Downward spiral” sets the page.

Contraceptives, *******, drones,
Obedient, zombified slaves —
Their judgment hour will be known,
Despite the fiends’ dark waves.

Not history’s court will try,
But gods will rise to cast the line.
Their verdicts fierce, no room for lie —
No cheat will stand the test of time.



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Zombies, ******* guard the trough —
Fiends run deep, but truth is tough.



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No escape from lies they spin —
Judgment’s coming — end of sin.



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Fiends in shadows pull the strings —
Gods will judge these puppet kings.



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Time of Change

Change means lies and brutal cheats,
Dumbness, fear, and empty heads.
Demons ruled, now their pawns and beats —
Around us, fascism spreads.

The devils ruled this world before,
But gathered lackeys — fat and warm —
Resting midst their tea and more,
While plotting schemes to harm.

Not enough to launch the war,
CowID’s just one vile tool.
The **** will lie forevermore —
Their deceit is cruel.

Fools believe the ****’s commands,
Doing all to get their treat.
Snap your fingers — they’ll obey hands,
Ready to attack, repeat.

Devils told the **** to build
A Digital Camp’s grim gate.
Rushing fast, the noise is shrilled,
Dogs bark loud — it’s all too late.

Look close — those dogs are many,
Noose no longer needed here.
Bites are shallow, yet uncanny —
Slow decay draws near.

Slowly body, then the mind,
Will be broken, torn apart.
Change means those dogs are assigned
To tear our souls and hearts.

Don’t submit — betrayal’s grave,
The Reaper’s Master won’t forgive.

Nonsense: comes an old hag,
Scarier than all before.
If your life’s a sieve and drag,
She’ll shred you to the core.



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Change is dogs that bite and drag —
Reaper’s scythe will cut the rag.



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Demons ruled, now pawns attack —
Time to fight or fade to black.



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Lies and fear spread all around —
Stand your ground or be unbound.



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Writings and Priests

Catechism of lies — a crisis
Brews for souls in holy guise.
Reaching hell instead of heaven,
Fools’ own hell, self-made prison.

Those who trust get filtered tales,
Only “worthy” truths prevail.
Piece by piece, they break and twist,
Madness served on logic’s list.

Feeding faith in fat old priests,
Mediators? No, at least
They’re not gods but greedy liars,
Spreading chains and dark desires.

Satanism cloaked in dogma,
Buddhism lags, but still a coma.
Chains on soul far worse than skin,
Fascism creeps deep within.

Infiltrates the mind and heart,
Masked as love, a poisoned dart.
False plagues shown — only a few
Not beasts — but **** through and through.

Schools, priests, propaganda’s grip,
Serve the will of power’s whip.
Blindly slaves bow to their rule,
Freedom’s path now choked and cruel.

Seek your path — inside, alone.
Doubt, explore — make it your own.
If you find heresy or pain,
Blame the journey, not the gain.

Few will find the shining sparks,
Diamonds born from spirit’s dark.
They will blaze with mind and soul —
Miracle to make you whole.



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Priests lie thick, the mind’s betrayed —
Seek within, or be their shade.



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Chains of faith, a dark disguise —
Break the spell, unmask the lies.



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Few will find the diamond’s light —
Fight the darkness, claim your right.



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Flagging Wolves with Paperwork

Document flow —
Nonsense by the ton.
Often more than real work’s show,
If you’re a crafty one.

You can fool the ******* who
Plot to squeeze you dry —
Taxes now the sentence due,
No escape, no lie.

Tax larvae watch the flock’s moves,
Born to feed the fiends.
If you’re smart, it’s torture proves —
Your life’s a game of means.

See it clear — your work’s in vain,
Only films grow rich and bright.
In real life, it’s endless pain —
Darkness, ****, no light.

Best case? Raiders swoop and claim,
Many deals and dreams they steal.
Profit gone — it’s just a game,
Lost along with zeal.

Such is business in harsh times,
No salvation in the fold.
Fools trust hope’s deceiving chimes,
Less watch — and woes unfold.

Know the sack, the prison’s face,
Learn the lesson — not the mind.

If your mind’s beneath your soul,
Only then your years are gold.
Spend them wise, let spirit guide —
Then you’ll never be the fiend outside.

Not being fiend — an art, a fight:
Grow your mind, but serve the Light.



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Buried deep in paperwork’s snare —
Fight the trap or stay the scare.



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Taxing wolves with paper flags —
Break their chains or live as drags.




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Mind beneath the Spirit’s light —
Only then you win the fight.



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Life Worth Not a Broken Penny

“Jump from the balcony” —
Does that thought appear?
No greater harm than that,
Life’s price is cheap and clear.

Life itself is broken...
Here’s the bitter truth:
Fear and lies have shattered
The soul of ruthless youth.

The ******* love submission,
Serve the Darkness blind.
Media aids their mission —
Drowning all mankind.

If you’re not glad, they’ll call you
A villain, a disgrace.
But aim your spirit upward —
Don’t live trapped in this place!

Prepare your mind for Spirit’s height,
Though fools push you down.
New fascism’s creeping night
Spreads dumbness all around.

The rabble swarms and lingers —
Smart ones hide by day.
Minds falter in the darkness —
Signal lost, astray.

But not from balcony leaps —
That’s cataclysm’s doom.
Spirit realms await your keeps,
Or dumbness’ tomb.

To fly or fall — your choice, your fight.
The ******* march, your last stand’s near.

Only in struggle will your soul
Be saved from hell’s cold sear.

Listen only to your soul —
Or else you disappear...



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Jump not down, but rise instead —
Fight for soul or face the dead.



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******* come, the last fight’s near —
Only soul can conquer fear.



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Life’s cheap now — but spirit’s worth
Can save you from this broken Earth.



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Who Won’t Obey, Won’t Eat

The Party said, “You must obey!” —
The Komsomol replied, “Yes, sir!”
For fools, a joy, a grand display —
Submit, or starve, that’s their stir.

If you won’t wear the yoke and chain,
Quick, join the ranks of dissidents.
To the masses, you’re a bane,
To the Party, foe’s your stance.

Few dissenters meant one thing:
Too many fools still roam free.
Now the time of presidents’ king,
Submissive ****’s decree.

The fiends showed all their nasty face,
And brought about the CowID.
In the Land of Lies’ disgrace,
Shame itself refused to be.

They say, “Get jabbed, like olden days,”
To keep from selling out your soul.
Fight the evil’s wicked ways —
This war is real, it takes its toll.

Reason’s battleground’s everywhere,
Fiends prevail with sneers and might.
For the ****, people’s just their fare,
And their lies feed endless fright.

They lie to spread the fearful tide,
A war of shadows, death’s advance.
Shake off this world of dust and pride —
It’s sinking fast, no second chance.

Listen close to your own soul —
Everything else is stuffed with lies.
As always, rotten’s called the whole,
Goodness hidden in disguise.

They open Overton’s gates anew —
A window wide to doom and dread.
Tons of lies bring close our rue —
The end is near, as prophets said.



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Obey or starve — the Party’s call,
Dissent means doom, you lose it all.



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Lies pour down, the end draws near —
Fight or fade in growing fear.



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Soul’s your guide through darkest night —
Stand and fight or lose the light.



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Melancholy and Creation

To banish sorrow — futile task:
You must master, not unmask,
The weight of gloom, the silent stress,
And serve creation — no regress.

Melancholy’s natural bound
When shackled deep in chains around.
So break the lies, the filthy grime —
Use sorrow as your verse’s prime.

If you’re a writer, many ways
To shade the meaning through the haze,
While lines still hold, avoid the fall
Into the void of empty thrall.

For painters, harder still the plight —
Čiurlionis caught the light.
Today you drown in world’s decline —
A lyre may better shape the line.

With music, troubles run much deep,
For fools prefer the pop to keep.
While wise minds seek the films profound,
The mainstream drowns in cash-bound sound.

Cinema’s the last resort —
Monsters craft the mainline sort.
Without the coin, all turns to rot,
In poverty, all dreams forgot.

Gather sorrow, burst in flame,
Overcome disgrace and shame.
In these last days, rage will blaze,
Endure a little, end this phase.

For cataclysm will define:
No more tricks, no sly design.
Give your last to sorrow’s keep,
Leaving hell with steps light, deep.

Sorrow squared, even cubed,
A symbol harsh, though not subdued.
Better harsh symbolism’s face
Than craven fools who sell disgrace.

***** a monument to grief,
When hell is left behind, relief.
In distant spheres of spirit’s flight,
May joy await beyond the night.

But here in hell, just filth and spite —
Melancholy is our fight.



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Sorrow fuels the artist’s fight —
Burn the darkness, find the light.



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In hell’s grip, only rage can save —
Break the chains, refuse the grave.



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Build your monument to pain —
From the ashes, rise again.



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Time to Die

It’s time — the hole squeezes tight,
Not SOS, but “save our blight!”
The world’s accursed — dumb slaves bowed
Before the Evil, crushed and cowed.

No chance to rise amidst the Lies,
Total they reign — in media’s ties.
Born in chains from earliest days,
Ruled by **** in wicked ways.

Targets set for fiendish beasts,
They act for profit, never ceased.
Overton’s windows, bars abound,
Everywhere, traps tightly wound.

Relentless fiends impose their reign,
For those who feel, the world’s in pain.
The hole’s no place for minds that think,
Amongst the fools, the edges shrink.

The hole — a home, a prison’s lair,
Where slavery’s bleak and foul despair,
Where crudeness, nonsense rule as norm,
And Spirit’s swallowed by hell’s storm.

Cataclysm will choke the breath,
But souls preserved through chaos’ death
Will leave their holes and rise above,
To Spirit’s spheres, to light and love.



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The hole tightens, time to die —
Save your soul or fade and lie.




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Slaves bowed down to evil’s call —
Rise or perish in the fall.



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Cataclysm ends the game —
Only souls survive the flame.



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In the Dungeons of Darkness

“Would you be so kind to ponder:
What good would be if evil vanished?
How would Earth look, all light laid bare,
If shadows fled from everywhere?

For shadows come from things and men —
The shade of sword, the tree, the hen.
Would you tear Earth’s life away
Just to bathe in naked day?”

Mikhail Bulgakov once said —
“Master and Margarita” read.

Gray is measure without end.
Darkness through that gray will bend.
Enough to chase the shifting shades —
Only Light can break these shades.

Nonsense all that shadow’s cause,
That Light kneels to shadow’s laws.
Such equivocations bind —
They ruin reason, blind the mind.

“Dialectics” drag the throng
Down to madness, weak and wrong.
God’s spark won’t depend on fuel —
If in Heights, all’s light and rule.

Heights within the inner space,
Tyranny pushes disgrace.
Purest Freedom crushed and killed,
By the lies the dark has spilled.

Foolishness and foul decay —
Fate of generations’ sway.
What can save? Awareness true —
Or be lambs led to the slaughter too?

Ten percent must see the dark —
Evil fears that glowing spark.
If you don’t fight — all’s lost,
Pay the price, no matter cost.

Awareness, enlightenment —
Battle’s light, the true ascent.
Hell’s chains break if many rise,
Alone, just death’s cruel surprise.

Cataclysm will level all —
Soon enough, the final fall.
Beauty born from empty page —
From the end of evil’s rage.

Beauty is pure Light, no shade,
Those who kneel cannot persuade.
Little shadow? You’re just **** —
Spirit’s heights where shadows numb.

Spiritual realms exist —
Light their base, their sacred gist.
Only Light — from where shadows come?
Shadows dwell in Gehenna’s home.



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Shadows bind, but Light breaks free —
Only fight brings liberty.



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Darkness grips the fool who kneels —
Rise as one, the Spirit heals.



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Ten percent awake — the key —
Evil’s end, our destiny.



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No Prospects

Time has tested — no prospects found:
The mob oppressed, no end around,
And nonsense rules with iron fist —
A world consumed by ceaseless mist.

From childhood shoved, the lies take hold,
A blunt, harsh tool for fiends so cold,
To spread their evil far and wide,
Where good and truth are pushed aside.

Few minds remain — the sensitive rare,
Earth’s hell revealed by CowID’s glare.
Most hide in holes, amass their shame,
Await the dark that none can tame.

Dragged from their dens and driven out —
To camps where night devours the doubt.
What dawn? A slaughter as before,
Lies lash like whips; chaos galore.

Now world prepares a “newer way,”
Bleeding hope with fear’s cruel sway,
Their plans enforced by fiends’ command —
But sheep won’t reach the promised land.

Cataclysms strike on time,
To quench the chaos, bring decline.
And souls are lost if courage fails,
If you submit to vile tales.

Salvation lies in daring fight —
Defying fiends, reclaim the light.



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No hope, no light, the mob’s disgrace —
Fight fiends, don’t bow, reclaim your place!



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Lies enslave, but courage frees —
Battle darkness, break the lees!




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Sheep may fall, but souls must rise —
War on fiends beneath the skies!



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The Terrible Tale of the Global Asylum

A new reality —
A “new normality.”
Madness’ breath has long been known,
In this dark world we’ve been thrown.

Like a frightful fairy tale,
Worse and worse, the horrors sail.
All must hear, expose the dumb —
The deeper lies, the louder drum.

It showed itself in CowID’s days:
More nonsense stokes the fiend’s malaise.
The vilest lies, the foulest cheat,
Feed fear that drags souls off their feet.

A thorn that ****** in memory’s core,
A pain that haunts forevermore.
Main threats arise — the clown, the “doc,”
Both twisting minds around the clock.

The clown will scare, the “doctor” feeds
The madness that the world then needs.
The mad world cannot say “No!”
To lies that steal its final glow.

The clown delivers rotten doom:
“Believe and bow — embrace your tomb!”
Cling tight to lies you’ve grown to love,
As puppets dance beneath above.

The politician-clown will herd,
Scare you more, then end absurd —
Disposal waits for all who stray,
In this grim global cabaret.



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Clown commands — obey, submit,
Lies and fear, your soul they hit!



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Madness rules, no way to fight —
Bow or perish in the night!



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Puppets dance, the clown’s grim call —
Stand or fall, or lose it all!



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The Little Calamity

“Graze, ye peaceful, meek and mild!
Honor’s call won’t wake your child.
Why should herds have gifts of free?
Slaughter or shear them — legacy.
From their kin, a yoke is passed,
With rattles and the whip amassed.”
— Pushkin, 1823


Life means nothing, nowhere leads,
When mind’s wide space just fiction feeds.
All else devours fiends and lies,
Through censorship that blinds our eyes.

Decay of Spirit, honor lost,
By propaganda’s cruel cost,
Through schools, through colleges confined,
Where lawlessness is redefined.

If higher aims you seek to find,
Amid the masses, so unkind,
Few souls will echo that true call,
‘Mid herds too vast, yet doomed to fall.

Yet darkness thickened, pressed to end,
The CowID test did then portend:
Reason slain — the numbers low —
Few think, most wander blind and slow.

Evil creeps to total void,
While nonsense reigns, all hope destroyed.
No prospects lie beyond the gloom,
A storm approaches — fate’s dark room.

But looms a small but fateful chance —
A Calamity that will advance
To purge the chaos, lawless rule,
And free the mind from that cruel duel.

Only spirits true shall rise,
Those grazing ‘neath clearer skies.
New Hell awaits the patient blind,
Where honor, spirit, lost, confined.



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CowID’s test — the herd’s decay,
But spirit warriors won’t give way!



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Madness reigns, but soul will fight,
Calamity brings dawn from night!



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Few will rise, break chains of lies,
Herds will fall — the spirit flies!




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The Spiritual Path

“Birth is not the start; death not the end.
Boundless Being has no bend.
No beginning to its line,
Existence beyond space and time.”
— Zhuangzi, 4th century B.C.


Space, time, life, and death entwined,
More complex than priests or science find.
Trust your heart, your mind obey—
So falsehood’s veil is cast away.

Sense the lie, the cheat, the sham,
Dispel the heresy with calm.
The world asleep, unfinished god—
The “learned man” a wretched fraud.

He seeks the spark divine in you,
To **** it dry, replace with rue.
A myth of blood, all tainted greed—
A new deceit by fiendish breed.

Beyond all time, beyond all cause,
Your Spirit’s center holds the laws.
Space? A fool’s confused array,
A rotten heap that wastes away.

Expand your mind, seek direct sight,
Logic’s limit hides from light—
Like chasing smoke through holes in sieve,
Logic serves the mind to live.

Say “No!” to filth that fiends create,
And inward turn to contemplate.
Answers found inside your cell—
Fear will vanish, break its spell.

For those who yield to fear’s embrace,
Are lost to lies that paint false grace.
“Salvation circles” each fools’ claim—
Social plagues by any name.

Throw out all “ideas” — they serve
The fiends who plot with cruel nerve.
Reject all theories—foul decay,
Tales that lead the soul astray.

To Infinity they’re blind,
Like fools who study dung they find.
The Path is hard; there is no rest—
Else wild darkness claims your quest.

Reject the shameful world of lies,
The Horned Fiend’s deceitful guise.
Space, time, life, death—on this you’ll see,
Or doomed a fool to Hell you'll be...



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Spiritual Path — The Hard Truth

Birth ain’t start, death ain’t the end,
Boundless Being — no pretend.
Trash your lies, obey your heart,
Tear the fiends and falsehoods apart.

Logic’s smoke through holes in sieve,
Spirit’s fire’s why we live.
Fear? Obey? Then you are lost —
Truth demands a savage cost.

Throw their “ideas” to the flame,
Fight the fiends who play their game.
No easy path — or darkness wins,
Choose your fight, or Hell begins!



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Fascism in the Land of Lies

The bigshot’s bronze — a ruthless tyrant,
Diamond sharp, a sly defiant,
Worth his weight in gold, he starts
The trouble brewing in our hearts.

By fiends’ relentless pushing force,
The lying media charts the course —
They’ll “explain,” lead fools to toil,
To slaughter, camps, and endless spoil.

If you’re not vermin, you’re erased,
The **** remains, a wretched waste.
A new Führer drags the crowd,
To Hell’s abyss, he leads them loud.

It started in some grimy bar,
******’s march to soul and scar.
Not flesh but soul’s the prey they seek,
Fiends rush fast, the spark to leak.

The double-faced Führer now,
Shepherds dumb sheep to the plow.
Everywhere war’s shameful stain,
CowID’s legacy of pain.

But times run out for tyrants’ reign,
The world’s gone deep into the drain.
A digital camp, a sick mind’s lair,
Built by monsters, thick with snare.

They play democracy’s farce,
Lulling reason, dimming sparks.
They build fast — but won’t complete,
The sun will bring their swift defeat.

Nature fights these mad demands,
The sun shines bright across the lands.
Countdown starts — the days unwind,
Hiding deep, the fools confined.

The verdict harsh will soon descend:
To Hell all fools — no chance to mend.
But those who stood, who did not kneel,
Will find salvation — spirit real.



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Fascism’s Endgame

Bronze tyrants spark the flame,
Lies and terror fuel the game.
Fools march blind to camps and pain —
Hell awaits their endless shame.

Double-faced Führer herds the sheep,
War’s foul stench runs wide and deep.
But sun will burn their cursed keep —
Nature wakes; no madman’s leap.

Fools will fall, their time is done.
Only few will see the sun.
Stand or kneel — the battle’s run.
Spirit fights; the dark undone.



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Fools of the Wheel

Boy, you point your finger high —
Priest says: "God rules the sky."
Endure — deceits abound,
This poor world’s lost and bound.

Only lies can hold the place
Of “stability” and grace.
Primitive lies, oh God —
Learn to laugh, boy, at the fraud.

Madness reigns, or you’ll break down,
Lose your mind in this ****** town.
But here’s the catch, the cruel deceit:
“Normal” means lies on repeat.

Few chances to stand apart,
In a world that’s lost its heart.
These “all” in decay’s embrace —
Just squirrels running in a race.

Squirrels caught in sickness’ grip,
Addicted to the endless trip —
To forget the Wheel they spin,
Strained and trapped, can’t live within.

Want to LIVE? Then seek the way
Out beyond this fool’s display.
Only rot and nonsense dwell
In the Wheel of Samsara’s hell.

Enemy spins the rim with spite —
CowID’s test revealed the blight.
The wheel broke loose — it’s falling fast,
Cataclysm will end at last

A world that teaches how to break
Your neighbor — Satan’s cruel stake.
Through Overton’s windows wide
Cannibals creep, with lies as guide.

A megaton of toxic lies —
Wheel, roll on! Toward your demise!



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Moments of Enlightenment

I remember that wondrous moment,
When I dared commit a “transgression” —
Forsook my fears, my false submission,
Rejected lies without concession.

To fools, it seemed I’d merely drifted,
But loneliness became my friend;
Creation’s spark, my soul’s great blessing,
A prize that never seems to end.

Moments of “serene passion” fleeting,
Then endless floods of frustration,
Washing hope in ruthless torrents,
Yet fueling my rebellion.

Like a hermit, turning inward boldly,
One true value guides my way:
No fleeting moments, only yearning —
To grasp the depths where truths still stay.

We dwell within that darkest bottom,
Those wondrous flashes — mind’s deprivation,
A common sign to serve the seeker,
Forget false hopes, discard temptation.

What you’ll find? The truth is hidden.
But at least you’ll die with honesty —
That final act’s what’s truly golden,
Not blind submission to hypocrisy.

How you die — that’s what matters most.
The sold-out blockhead fails to grasp
The soul’s salvation, twisted reason,
In crooked minds that endless clash.

Mind beneath the Spirit’s guidance —
That’s the norm, the sacred law.
But Hell devours that holy pathway,
Leaving few whose minds don’t fall.

The madhouse grows worldwide,
A camp constructed, brutal, grim —
A red cross on a white flag slashing
Civilization to its limb.

But they won’t finish — fate will break them,
Final cataclysm will rise,
A wrathful reckoning for evil,
For genocide and devil’s lies.



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Flash of Truth

I broke the chains — fear thrown away,
Lies shattered — dared to stray.
Fools see drift, but I stand strong,
Lonely path — creation’s song.

Moments blaze then wash away,
Hope destroyed, but mind won’t sway.
Spirit guides, mind obeys —
Few survive these darkened days.

Hell’s gate cracks — the end draws near,
Wrath for evil’s reign sincere.
Final strike for lies and pain,
Madness crushed — true light will reign.



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The Question of Responsibility

Distortions of existence —
Not mere life's resistance.
Darkness, Death knock at the door,
Only fools believe in more.

All around — just crooked tales,
Spewed by lies in massive scales:
This they call the “media” —
Ruled by fiends of hysteria.

The Horned Fiend, no doubt at all,
But who’s to blame when fools will fall?
Idiots feed the darkness’ game,
Media fuels the flame.

To sell your soul to fiends with cries,
“Just like others, conform or die!”
No sin worse in history’s pen —
The curse of all the foolish men.

That’s why no life’s left to build,
Amid the lies, the truth is killed.
They build the Digital Camp’s domain
For empty minds and hearts of stain.

The soulless throng — for them, just death.
The homeland, world — now fleeting breath.
Not a shooter, but the mark,
If you kneel before the dark.

No choice exists — resist the lies,
Fight the filth till daylight dies.
To dwell in muck is not to live —
Stand strong, resist, and dare to give.



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Simple Feelings of Alienation in a Wretched Hellish World

Since childhood, you have clearly felt:
Not right! Not so! And all for naught! —
This world’s a wretched load of crap,
A soul’s disgrace, a mind’s collapse.

But plunge yourself into the rush,
(The hell of mere survival’s crush) —
You’ll soon forget that simple truth —
By now, in many ways, you’re bruised.

Your soul shrinks tight, your mind’s undone,
Shattered, torn, and coming undone,
For here the dullards set the rule —
Soulless fools, the world’s cruel tool.

A fiend controls it from the shade,
Hidden from the fool’s weak gaze.
**** drags the world down to the pit,
With practiced commands — “Attack! Commit!”

That fiend will tell you who’s the foe,
This monster’s trick to keep control.
Fools march to slaughter, toil in vain,
Bound to despair, wrapped tight in pain.

Only few refuse the march —
Remembering the simple arch.
Rejecting lies the fiends have spun,
Escaping hell’s oppressive run.

Return to roots — to simple ways,
Though paradoxical this phase.
Like bearing crosses, hard the road,
While fools around you fight and goad.

Simplicity will save your soul —
A balm that makes the broken whole.
And beauty will return once more,
Though brief — before the final war.

For dogs receive their last command,
And then comes Armageddon’s hand.
If from your youth you’ve clung to filth,
Meet your end with steadfast will.
Madness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Schizophrenizing the People

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Schemas and Memes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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War

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

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

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



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



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The Road

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

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

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



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



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



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



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The Search for Answers to the Great Questions

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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



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



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False Doctors, or Keep Silent…

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


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

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

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

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

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



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



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Flow

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

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

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

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

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



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



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In Memory of Chikatilo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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For Oneself

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Socialist Competition

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Doubles and Fools

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

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

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



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



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The Former

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

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



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



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The End…

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

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

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

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



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



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Muzzles

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

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

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

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



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



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Monkey Cage

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

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

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



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



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Example

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

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

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

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



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



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The Work

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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You’ll Have Time to Die

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Early Morning Run

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato


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

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

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

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

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



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato

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



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Alley Cats and the Big Questions of Life and Death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Decadence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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THE BOTTOM OF DECAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

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



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

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



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

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

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

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

5.
Filth devours all —
Spirit rips the void!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

5.
Corruption commands,
Spirit strikes, fools disband!

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

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

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

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

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



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

2.
Lies choke all,
Spirit breaks the thrall!

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

4.
Decay spreads,
Spirit treads!

5.
Filth commands,
Spirit slams!

6.
Madness spins,
Spirit wins!

7.
Chaos roars,
Spirit soars!

8.
Falsehood rules,
Spirit schools!

9.
Fools obey,
Spirit slays!

10.
Lies consume,
Spirit blooms!



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

2.
Rot swallows minds,
Truth shatters their binds!

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

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

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

6.
Madness grips all,
Spirit answers the call!

7.
Chaos reigns high,
Spirit claws the sky!

8.
Falsehood enslaves,
Spirit rips their graves!

9.
Idiot waves bow,
Spirit strikes now!

10.
Lies choke the earth,
Spirit sparks rebirth!



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



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



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



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Ravage! Crush! Burn! Break! Doom!



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



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



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Ravage! Burn! Break!

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



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



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



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The Path of Knowing

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

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

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

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

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



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Path

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Pat­h of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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



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Path of Knowing

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

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

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



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



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The Agonizing Path in Darkness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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

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



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



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

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

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



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



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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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Strike!
Crush fools!
Take crown!
Soul flames!

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March!
No mercy!
Shatter throne!
Spirit strikes!



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



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



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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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Super-Effort — The Path Through Filth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Super-Effort

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



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Through the Filth — The Brutal Path

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

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

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



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Path Through the Filth

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



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Through the Filth!

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



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



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

2.
Filth rises — Soul strikes back!

3.
Push past rot, the Spirit wins.



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Foolishness

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

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

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



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow / Power / Mob

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

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

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

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

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



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

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

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

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

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

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



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS — CHAOS UNLEASHED

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

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

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

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

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



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS

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

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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



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

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


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


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


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


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



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


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


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


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


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

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



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

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


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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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



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PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

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

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

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

Unity — the path to victory.



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



PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We take
Delight
And by right

To EXTERMINATE
The "countries",
The "might"

And the hidden
Horde from sight —
Nonhumans,

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

Laboring everywhere,
A lava
Of lies unleashed,

All things deceased.

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

Submitting,
Decaying,
Restraining
ONESELF with every mile:

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

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

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

Nothing better
Could be framed.

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

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

Our blood, at last,
Through artificial
Miseries cast.

Unity —
The path
To victory.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
Evil’s
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

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

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
EVIL’S
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

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

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
 Delight

And
 By
  RIGHT

To
  EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
  HORDE
 From
  SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
 Their
  CHARTER
 TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
 A
  LAVA
 Of
  LIES
 UNLEASHED,

A­ll
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forced
 ­ To
  LISTEN
  To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
  DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

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

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
 VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
   DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
   EXTERMINATE
­   The “countries”
   The “might”

And the hidden
   HORDE
 From
   SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
   LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHED­,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forc­ed
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

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

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.



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



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
      TAKE
  DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
    EXTERMIN­ATE
  The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
     HORDE
 From
    SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
    LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHE­D,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

For­ced
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

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

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.

— The End —