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Raymond Walker Apr 2012
From the alleys and streets, from the door steps and heaths, from the meadows and farmlands,
A mist rises, and forms, from the rivers and rills, valleys and hills, from the fields and fissures
It swirls and turns in the night air, forming and fragmenting, failing and fermenting, till it yields.
A figure, blessed and bare, in the late night air, steps into the moonlight, baleful and brazen in its
Nakedness and knowledge, the pall of the shining moon, drips, Grey and silver from his eyes
Youth drips from his thighs, vigour from his lips and fingertips, crimson is his mouth  and *****.
Lions race across his skin as clouds scud across the moon, feral and wild this child of the moon.
Wild and *****, his face shadowed with growth, excited with his youth and desire. On fire.
Panicked by distaste, his own waste and needs, brewed in a mighty beer of disgust, a sire
Of demons, with packaged might, swooping and rearing, devilish and dervish, spiralled, a pyre.
For the noonday sun, wishing hope on everyone yet giving them night and darkness and doom.
Holds my hand and holds it tightly, grapples with me daily and nightly, even in my own room
Where hope takes hold as quick as fear or death or charity, spilling, humors, ethers, exhume
Nothing but a buried evil that has come to see the light. A paltry being, exhumed, of the night











Whilst over all the night comes creeping
Then I go out a’ stealing,
O’er tombstones and moss, where the dead lie sleeping,
Passing the fungi , sarcophagi, and the smell of weeping
Be it from crypt or hall or farmhouse steading.
collecting the shades of the bodies they’re shedding

Through sunlight’s bright blast
Or twilight’s last gleaming
They will be a sowing
And I’ll be a reaping
Through the strongest gale
Or mornings glittering hail
They will be a sowing
And I’ll be a reaping.

Whilst the morn sunlight, over hills comes creeping,
There in the shadows, I’ll be steeling,
Darkening daffodils, turning bluebells black and foxglove steeping
Poison filled and passing the narcissi, and the tears of the leaving.
It may be birth or anniversary or wedding.
I’ll be collecting the souls they are shedding.

Through all the breaths that you will still be breathing
And all those breaths that have passed
And all those breaths still to come you are dreaming
One day you shall take your last.
And that’s where I’ll be stealing








Through sunlight’s bright blast
Or twilight’s last gleaming
They will be a sowing
And I’ll be a reaping
Through the strongest gale
Or mornings glittering hail
They will be a sowing
And I’ll be a reaping.













A ****** of crows blackens the noonday sky,
Called from their nests and eyries
And so many ships have gone by, black masted and steering
Into the wind, Sails tattered and the keel close to shearing
I stand on the nest and watch you weeping
Till the bodies fall into the deepening sea and there lie sleeping
And that’s where I’ll be stealing.

I smiled and laughed
Till the black mast
Fell below the sea
I whimpered and moaned
With those overthrown
Till they lay with me

And I took my place once more at the forefront of man’s destiny.








I crept and waddled and watched and bustled my way to the front of the crew.
I stood behind some and fell behind few; I had come here to see.
I pushed and shoved and elbowed my way to the front, shuffled over and tried to find my pew
I sat with my heart in my mouth, beating doubly in my chest and wondered were the culprit I?

It seemed I had sat in the stalls or in the balcony, way out in front
But it seems I had not sat at all just fell into the orchestras’ well.
But I remembered that I had sat, adjusted my clothes, my underwear, my hat.
As a man should do, are we not gentlemen and so I took tea and sat.








Paying court; To the girl with the blue eyes and the thin lipped smile, the girl that knew.
As most girls do, the thoughts of men, or think that they do. And I so I tried to find her,  
But it seems I had known a Girl with no thought of love, no turtle dove, cuddled
Close, no heavenly host, called to her, but she loved as love must befuddled
Drew her breath deeply but not freely, Took air, perspiring, muddled
Thoughts spinning in her head, amazed, this pale eyed temptress, The girl that knew.
As most girls do, emotions that drift, or think they do. And so found herself alone,
And weeping, a girl that did not know that they could love found that they could.
She murmured words of love and shook sand from her pelt, howled to the moon.
She stood tall on her haunches, praying , baying, to the moon goddess, one of hers.
Baleful eyes pale and moonstruck, seemed star struck with love  a mother with her curs.






Not the focus of her attention, her pale imitation, a pale shape creeps from the crepuscular woods
He slinks into the shadows of the night paying court to this matron, with his smell warmth and lust
She stalls and smells the night air
Little of care, for all stalks the night air
She sidles and smells the night air
Nothing there, In the dark and silent dream that is the night air.
She bridles and hush’s as the night drips onto her
She has cares; for children that whisper in their sleep on the night air.
Bovine, equine, feline and canine and warm fur
A sleep comes upon them all, a pale imitation of life, and a pale shadow creeps into the light.
And smothers the light of day languishing in his power and majesty sending chills unto the living
He waits in the darkness and shadows.














A child mutters unknown words and the time has come to die
Utters words of fortune and Questions your reasons why.

My dear, my love, child, why do you cry?

I shook myself awake
From my bed of dreams
And warmth
I pulled the duvet over
Took to my feet and felt
The chill

And so I stood, took my bow,  and then knew everything, everything about what I was witnessing,
She looked at him and he looked at she, both knew nothing of how its going to be.
I walked downwards, right down the stairs And I saw everything even the killing thing
He slapped her face and she bloodied drew the knife for all of us to see.
A joyous muse, my heart sang,  witnessing the killing, witnessing the killing and I knew everything.
He looked up at her, she down at him, she was so lucky that she had set him free.
I watched with glee for all I could see, to jail the police said as I sat, as I sat listening.

I heard your excuse I hear your plea, please madam judge don’t let that happen to me
She stood in the dock and sat on the chair,  and told everything, the things I’d been witnessing,
Told how she had murdered he, in a fit of rage it was not her fault she should be set free.
Not the judge, not the jury, but I knew everything and shed knowledge of my fury.

I remember the blade, I remember the fury. I now have to thank the jury.
A just verdict, a wrong righted,  a sacred trust bighted.  And just penury.


















These children are mine sayeth the lady
Though the money I earn is a little shady
I look after them through the day
And at night none can say.
Little darlings,
Wont come to no harm, I keep them apart,
Little darlings, are always in my heart.
Sleeping and dreaming and held apart,
They’re just kids and held in my heart.  

Through sunlight’s bright blast
Or twilights last gleaming
They will be a sowing
And I’ll be a reaping
Through the strongest gale
Or mornings glittering hail
They will be a sowing
And I’ll be a reaping.



I have heard your thoughts ideas and whims
I have heard your excuses , you hacked off a limb,
Because he was bad, she was a devil, and I have never heard so much drivel.
She was a monster, he was a slave, you never thought of the love that they gave.
I saw you had it hard and it must have been so bad
It was trouble, never ever had you been so sad
She was a *****, with an eternal itch, a witch that was not worth forgiving.
She was a dragon, he was a monster,  it was no longer a life worth living
She pulled me down, he dragged me down into a cesspit of hope.
And off they loped into the night.















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Publicly he seemed alright, not the ***** that he really was. She was so cool en vogue, en vie,
She pulled the love from this heart like a harvester, reaping all that he could sow, all that she was due.
She meditates on her  betrayal and justifies it to herself and thinks so few, so very soulless few
Would not, and she is more, so very much more and then lifts the knife and delivers his due.
In the early hue of evenings last breath, he drew his and she smiled, just his due.






Sorry tales; I know
Tales no one should know
Tales that diffidently show
The differences, the shocks
All the stops and blocks
That love mocks
In its immortal way
Tarnished and bloodied
It soldiers on, unhurried.









I looked for the heartbroken, the tarnished, the burned; and found them all
For there were so many. Loves that went good and bad; those that hurt  and those that fall
I looked for the unforgiving and hopeless and found them all, some happy in their own way,
The traitors of love I looked also for and found hopeless and alone, shriven but hearty in their own way.
I looked to the martyrs of love, those that have loved deeply and have lost,  for many do







And I was one that did. I knew love as pure as a mountain stream,
Unsullied, clean and precious, but no love is as true as the perfect love
No thing is just as wondrous and perfect as it may  perfectly seem,
Chaste, virginal, and all just yours, lest it be a gift from angels above.

And I loped off into the night
Full of sweat and blood,
Flushed with heaven above
And hell below
Both knew my hollow soul











And through sunlight’s bright blast trampling daemons I came, shamed and hollow
Risen from this earth, cursed to death, in twilights last gleaming, brazen but sullied
The seeds of doom are sown  by such as I  and they were sown deep and fertilised with blood
And reaped by those that know,  reaped by hands that touch, lips that kiss and know,
hunger and want, lust and lie, eyes that darken and hooded, draw lust from liars,
Build from truth funeral pyres,  and fires for the ****** and yet I remain and sullied
Smirk with each passing glance or circumstance at the great and good, the unwashed
The hooded and deep, the shallow and callow, the wanton and unwanted, the sane
And simple, the masterful and master less, musical and malleable, the strange and straight.

These I trampled under heel with little feeling or thought
The form I took was human, the place I came from; dread
I looked and watched and took note, I spoke and listened
Pay’ed heed,  Culpable and crazed, yet my form remained,
this spectre.
Dying now.
Paid heed.
A rather long poem and the first I have added being a new member. I hope you like it.
Some are laughing, some are weeping;
She is sleeping, only sleeping.
Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;
There the wind is heaping, heaping
Sweetest sweets of Summer's keeping,
By the cornfields ripe for reaping.

There are lilies, and there blushes
The deep rose, and there the thrushes
Sing till latest sunlight flushes
In the west; a fresh wind brushes
Through the leaves while evening hushes.

There by day the lark is singing
And the grass and weeds are springing:
There by night the bat is winging;
There forever winds are bringing
Far-off chimes of church-bells ringing.

Night and morning, noon and even,
Their sound fills her dreams with Heaven:
The long strife at length is striven:
Till her grave-bands shall be riven
Such is the good portion given
To her soul at rest and shriven.
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
  What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
  Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
  Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering--
  A newly spaded mound?

Gentle beam, shall I implore
  Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
  A pair of lying lips?

Swing you low or high away,
  Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say--
  Lest you should grant me him.
Mike Essig Apr 2015
thirsty pages
gasping
for ink

a Muse
shriven
to whispers

the whiteness
off the Whale
unmarked

a privacy
of sadness
and desire

a dumbfounded world
demanding
a departed
Logos

mostly
disappointed.

   mce
1749

The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind—
A billow whispered in his Ear,
“Come home with me, my friend—
My parlor is of shriven glass,
My pantry has a fish
For every palate in the Year”—
To this revolting bliss
The object floating at his side
Made no distinct reply.
Marshal Gebbie Mar 2020
Jottings from David Bagerow's "Quickie"

Shame on she, the selfless *****
Who caused your temperature to fire,
caressed your sandy, sweated brow
To rivers of desire,
Tho she fled at poignant time
To leave you in the lurch.
Best you weave your magic touch
And promise her, the church.
Then woo her and caress her
In your happy, carefree way
Then at that moment of exultance,
Laugh and run away.

David Lessar's "To an Unread Poet"

Dave, You are right ,of course, once committed you raise an expectation and once that expectation is released to the world you are obliged to maintain face...but that damnable thing called "Life" intervenes and totally stuffs up the programme. Take the current interlude of coronavirus...the whole world has been taken by the scruff of the neck and jammed, inconveniently and complaining, into seclusion, all systems ground to a halt, production lines vacated, malls and city centres deserted, blown newspaper cascading across the deserted pavement...a testament to mans ultimate frailty when his house of cards collapses, without a whimper.
So you see, as life intervenes...we are excused from maintaining face.
But fear not, like McArthur, we shall return.
Cheers mate M.

Fawn's "Happy Trails"

Were it not the touch profound
That doth caress my feathered ear
Would thou wish a thousandfold
That I should shed a tear?

A glistened tear suspended there
in iridescent light,
While you, my love, with parted lips
Await, the ruby night.

Victoria's "Wherefore Art Thou"

Strides, he does, through corridors of lust bound lessers,
through forests of small penised dwarfs, through canyons of would be's who could be.....just to countenance the promise within your words....Dear Vix!

Terry O'Leary's "Sweet Butterfly"

You enter the portals of entomology where bugs, flies,butterflies and moths are the true rulers of the planet.
A world vastly magnified by compound eyes, of lightening lifetimes and vivid, saturated colour. A world where life and death are synonomous with the culmination of a single ****** union and the reproduction of a batch of precious pearly eggs. Yea Brother thee hath entered the portal...rejoice!
M.

Fun with Terry O'Leary

"Buried in the Sand" by Terry O’Leary

A beggar clump adorns a dump, his pencil box in hand -
With sightless eyes upon the skies he’s lying there unmanned.

He’s fallen down in Shantytown, his knees too weak to stand,
With no relief and bitter grief too dark to understand.

The Bowery blight is hid from sight, it’s covered up and bland,
And Robin Hood and Brother Hood lie buried in the sand.

"A Rebuttal" by Marshalg

So Hood lied low, despite the show ensueing without help,
One would have thought a British sort would spring forth with a yelp!

Would spring ***** to help deflect contusions which occurred
When beggar Clump adorned the dump confusing all deferred.

Whilst sister Ant, attired in scant, ran forth on spindly legs
And brother Frog with shaggy dog said "****" and drank the dregs.

It all became too much, as such, a meelee did ensue,
So all called HALT and as one did BOLT...to the local for a brew!

Phew...that was FUN & hard work!
M.

Singing the Devil's Song*

There is no Makers formula
This life depends on chance,
The way you play your given cards
Depicts your daily dance.

Oh dogma flows in utterance
From pulpits far and wide
From those who claim to understand
Eternity's vast hide.
From those who hold damnation
As a weapon from on high,
From those who claim a judgement
As their finger points to sky.
The good, the bad are absolute,
The right bedevils wrong,
Redeemed shall live eternally
The bad shall singe for long.

Old men stand in pulpits
Across this Sunday's land
To threaten with damnation
If you should cross God's hand.
"Belief" is now their catchword
Abomination's wrong
Is to seek to proffer proof of claim
....to Sing the Devil's Song.

So gather all ye faithfull
Go listen to your man,
Sing the Gospel loud and long
And pay your tithe, as planned.
...But should you find you're dying
From cancer's frozen claw
And the the Godly fail to sweep you
To eternity's gold door?
Remember my clear message
Your life depends on chance,
You live within your own good sphere
....There is no Maker's Dance.

Marshalg
After an overdose of Pulpit hogwash.
10 March 2013

Singing the Song of Angels:
A Response to Marshal Gebbie's "Singing the Devil's Song"
By Luca Anselm
There’s a church in the city with pillars of stone
And windows like sea-glass, still and alone,
A fountain, and cloisters of ivy, away
From the noise of the street, and the hum of the day.
There my father would tell me of Christ, how he died
Surrounded by soldiers and thieves, crucified,
How he wept for the women, and fell in the sands,
And loved those who hammered the nails in his hands.  

Marshal, dear poet, you have heard the priests tell
Of a god who left heaven to walk into hell?
Of a god who wept softly for men he had known?
Of a god who dripped blood in a garden alone?
Of a god who sent men with book and with sword
With eyes bright as fire for love of their Lord,
With limbs dressed in black, on altars of stone
By windows of sea-glass, still and alone?

So they give up their lives for a lie, as we say,
And toiled for centuries, long as each day--
And our money built palaces, lofty and tall
With frescoes and candlesticks, gold on the wall--
They preach with words awful and deadly and free,
Of gorgons and hell-fire, worms and the sea,
Of the last day of judgment, and mankind amassed
By the wailing of angels and bright trumpet blasts…

But Marshal, they preach something sweeter and kind--
Of a mother’s soft love, of a father resigned,
Of a still, soft voice, that comes with a light,
And gives hope to the hopeless, and conquers the night.
Of charity, piety, sweetness and love
Like fiery ***-cakes, but soft as a dove,
Spicy as Christmas, solemn and grand--
(Like throne-rooms or magic or the roar of the strand)
Then you wake, and the house smells of peppermint-pine,
And a child is laid in the crèche, now a shrine.  

And all that I long for, dear Marshal, you see,
Are the gold-blooming gardens that soar by the sea,
The mountains and dragons, the prophets and kings
And Icarus falling with fire-fraught wings,
The grey-shifting sea-lanes, the flutter of sails,
Temples on mountaintops, graves in the vales,
And Dido who bleeds from her breast as she cries
For her Love, and stares helplessly into the skies.
But more than the shadows of worlds that might be
Of fairies or phantoms or rocks by the sea,
Dear Marshal, I long for who made me a man.
And would love and give glory as best as I can.

But these days oh! sad days, the loss and the shame
In which all of my loveliness falls into flame--
Where gardens have withered, and sails have been furled,
And kings plodded off in the dust of the world.
Our cities rise higher, and burn through the night
And rear into heaven with noise and with light,
The palisades echo with horns and sound
And the churches with voices and quarrels resound.
But the statues sit silent, and some say they cry
For the shame of the sins against children. Oh! My God, Why?

And those old men—well—they taught me the loveliest things
Of my gardens of gold, and the sunsets of things,
They told me of kindness, and honor, a way
That winds to the West, where the end of the day
Breaks bright like fresh bread, and crimson like wine,
And the sun sets to purple and green in the brine.

And still I remember their words and their songs
And the churches which taught me so well and so long--
Though I’ve turned my head, to the lands where the sun
Will rise again brighter when starlight is spun,
Somewhere fresher and pale, where the cold and the air
Spreads the dew like a lawn paved of crystal, and there,
In the meadows of silver, with light in my eyes,
I will honor my god in the dome of the skies.

Marshal Gebbie's poem "Singing the Devil's Song" inspired this. It's in anapestic tetrameter, for you metric buffs. If you haven't, you should absolutely check out Marshal's stuff--it's awesome and poetry-inspiring--seriously amazing. Thanks again, Marshal!

Sepia Sown

Sepia sown as best it can
Where you and I, as one, once ran
Across, beyond a savored sea
Where lust became reality.
Where spiraled lust, entwined, entrenched
Left you gasping, pale, en benched...
a figment of a thought, now lost
Forever..at what cost, what cost?
M.

Addenum to "obituary" by V

So no one notices, at all
When golden greys of aged fall?
Except perhaps, for those who stay
To blend with every ordinary day

Plus you and I as time flies by
And too, those starlings flocking high.
That old man loitering in street,
Who eyes the million passing feet.
And she too at corner store,
Toothless face and wrinkled maw,
Exchanging cigarettes for coin
(With surreptitious scratch of groin).
Mailman, fat, long, loop mustache
Complaining long and rather harsh,
That they, gone, without a word,
Should vanish into air...absurd!

Someone in their every day
Feels the absence in the way
Details don't fall into place
And warmth is absent from the face.
M.

The Kraken Arises

From blue tranquillity where turquoise waters wash white golden sand, where brilliant fish school in myriad colour and shape, where magnificent squadrons of sleek tarpon and barracuda dash in perfect formation, grazing schools of silver mackeral through diamond flecked deep green shallows, to plunge vertically down to the depths of the black abyss and security.

Calm tropical waters which shimmer like aqua blue glass in the mid day heat and turn to simmering,red fire at the setting of the enormous, ovate, orange sun.

Sea birds flock above wind blown waves, their sharp cries a symphony of the sea, to suddenly wheel and dive en mass, to dine amidst teeming schools of flashing, shiny minnows.

The idyllic picture of a calm blue infinity of ocean framed, in brilliant sunshine, by white sands and gracefully bowed coconut palms.....and suddenly, at the horizon, a thin black line appears, It approaches with steadily, mounting speed, the coastline surf recedes dramatically seaward leaving exposed coral, mountains of seaweed and frantic flapping, beached fish everywhere. A sudden, oppressive silence becomes a distant roar. The sea birds, as one, take panicked flight... and a massive wall of water rears up and rises like a giant beast, to rush headlong, raging, at the coastline.

What once was blue and serene is now a huge cascade of violent black death and destruction, gigantically it destroys the coast, snapping huge trees like twigs, surging ashore, a tsunami of unimaginable violence it obliterates, housing, streets, bridges, vehicles, shipping, aircraft and people, thousands of panicked, helpless, struggling people, killed in a titanic, black, swirling maelstrom of inexorable violence. The wave is followed by another...and another, extending right along the coastline and beyond. Each wave larger and more violent than the last...surging inland for miles  until defeated by the accident of gravity in rising land.

Those who have survived, on high land, on tall buildings, in treetops....cling to each other and look on in horror and utter helplessness. They can only wait, in fear, for the monster to retreat before venturing down to the devastation below to render help where ever they possibly can.

Twice in the space of the last forty thousand years the Kraken has awaken and risen from the depths of the Tasman Sea to the west of New Zealand. It has risen to gigantic proportions and driven right across the Auckland isthmus to the Pacific Ocean. It has twice flattened gigantic primeval Kauri forests laying them waste, all lying in one direction, each time beneath twenty feet of debris and black mud.

Born in innocence from a natural tectonic adjustment of the earth plates, the Kraken doth arise at any time, in any place to wreak it's dreadful work upon we, who reside in our comfortable, seemingly secure and beautiful coastal idylls.

Marshalg
Dedicated to all the coastal population exposed to the threat of inevitable tectonic induced tsunami.
JAPAN. WEST COAST, USA. WEST COAST, SOUTH AMERICA. ALL PACIFIC ISLANDS. NEW ZEALAND. INDONESIA. AUSTRALIA. SOUTH AFRICA. EAST COAST, CHINA. MALAYSIA.
KOREA. THAILAND. PAPUA NEW GUINEA, VIETNAM. PHILIPPINES. TAIWAN. BURMA.

Part of My Job (A love Poem) by Nat Lipstadt

A little embarrassed by all the attention but great to hear from you Sweetheart...all fine and dandy, here...except for being forbidden to go to the beach and the park..and anywhere else except in cases of dire need..(And on punishment of prison time if caught out!)...but hey, I'm not really complaining...All for he common good, aint that right?
M.

Bridges Burnt....

Bridges burnt in Winter rain
Holds a saddened felt refrain,
Holds a touch of muted horn
Blown in passion unadorned.
Blown away in errant winds
Where no truthlessness rescinds,
Where a lie begat the night
Interceding lost love's plight.

Bridges burnt in Winter rain
Sacraments of loss remain,
Sacraments fragmented drift
Redemption clad in bloodied shift,
Redemption worn as wrong slays right
Till wrongfulness blots out the night,
Till no return this path can be
Until they torch eternity.

M.
SE Reimer's words float before me in his impassioned poem "Bridges"
allowing me to wallow in this, my own dark tangential refrain.
M.

Perchance, in a Bus Shelter

Here I sit amidst the ruin of a white winters' day
Convulsive rain and harsh wind outside, contribute tumult.
And in here, in this small shelter, there is a tension in the air.

We two sit apart, uncommunicative, remote and quite detached.
Not for any reason other than the fact that we are strangers,
We have never met, nor are we ever likely to.
She has an elegance and a stylish angularity whilst I am bald, bearded, unfashionable and somewhat overweight.
She is singularly indifferent to my presence, whilst I am uncomfortable with the circumstance that placed us in this small proximity.
We would, in truth, rather both be elsewhere.

I break the ice in throwing her a small smile and complain about the weather,
Her eyes flick across my face and immediately resume their distant focus on the rain,
She adjusts her seating to face,ever so slightly, askance.
Her choice of course, to assume an air of indifference or superiority...or adopt a measure of defense..or perhaps a combination of a bit all three.  
Regardless... I wipe my backside in exactly the same manner as does she, I  am definitely no less a person for my dumpy demeanor and friendly overture
And I really feel that I don't have to share my space with coldness and impertinence,
Better, I think, to be wet and content with my own company
..So, donning my cap and jacket, I stride out into the deluge to leave the remote and uncommunicative young woman alone and dry with her thoughts.

And then....
Howling rain and shards of wind
Pelt me as I walk
Along the foreshore wild and white
As hovered seagulls squark.
When all at once she's by my side
Walking pace for pace,
Her linen suit a sodden mess
Hair plastered to her face.

"Thought I ought to make it right"
She told me with a smile
I threw my coat upon her back
And walked another mile.
We called into a coffee shop
And sat down by the fire
And sipped a steaming latte
As she told her story dire,

"The cancer's all but killed me
My husband's left the home,
The baby's gone to mother
And I'm facing death alone."
We quietly spoke for ages
I held her hand in mine
Then suddenly she stood to leave
And thanked me for my time.

I sat there in a stupor
Recalling how it played
And felt the guilt impact on me
For judgements I had made.
Those callow, shallow judgements
Made in ignorance, my friend,
Will haunt me as she girds herself
To boldly meet her end.

Marshalg
On a bleak and blustery cold winters day.
Titirangi
5th September 2010

The Old Café by Steve Yocum

It's my go to place,
has been for years,
The Wildwood Café,
an eclectic tiny place
with a mix of old dinette
tables and mismatched chairs.
the cutlery also unmatched
and well used, old photos
and signs adorn the walls
and there is usually a line
of people waiting patiently
on benches outside.

Best of all there is this pleasant
girl, always wearing a welcoming
smile, who seems to know us all.
She knows my order by heart,
Ham and eggs over medium,
a half ration of potatoes, home baked
slice of bread, well toasted, well buttered,
home made salsa on the side, a cup of
"hot" Black English Tea. Tall water no ice.

If I arrive between the busy times, she may
sit down at my table and we talk a while,
It's not a big thing, just chitchat, I'm old
enough to be her grandfather, it's the
dessert before my meal served with genuine
friendliness and unforced civility, not often
encountered in these strange days and times, it's a slice of small town America at it's purest best, she and folks like her help sustain my belief that basic human decency is far from dead.

The food is always good, but it's the comforting embrace of familiarity and
simple warm kindness that assures my frequent return.
It's the little things in life that make living
wonderful, small moments in time felt and
recorded, this is but one of those.
written by Steve Yocum

It's the little things in life that make living
wonderful, small moments in time felt and
recorded, this is but one of those

Marshal Gebbie
  That old world touch suits you Stevo,
When I come visit your beautiful state of Oregon, We shall partake this delightful repast in the company of your fair maid.... and we shall tip her well!
M.

Scoot the Streak
One must believe in something be he misanthrope or gambler
In tomorrows omniscience or the future proof of God
The penance in a drunk's decay sets self destruct's imposer
Wether speaker phone's on disconnect or cellphone's in the bog.

Conveyance of a threat to adherents of St Selfwise
Show atheist's are proof here, in belief of disbelief,
Haunted by the images painting painful retribution
Picture sympathetic **** star's allocated hand relief.

A moments allocation of a syllogist abstraction
Shows perspective of the caliber we now reserve for Saints
A paradox regarded as autistic fascination
In a one act play of living disregarding all restraints.

Deliberately indicative of fraternal heat's expression
Notebook at the ready and deep frowning at the brow,
Question definition's collage of confusion's contribution
Do we sit it out pretending or just catch the late bus now?

Marshalg
13 February 2014
© 2014 Marshal Gebbie
Marshal Gebbie
Written by

victoria  Intriguing work...so I search the comments for help... Ah
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Feb 2014
Terry O'Leary  Marshal, I kinda like this (I read it several times since yesterday)... but I'm still not sure what it says... maybe I'll down a shot tonight and try again... ;-)) Terry
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Feb 2014
Marshal Gebbie
Marshal Gebbie   A confession Terrance.. I was half cut when I wrote it!
I have no idea what it means.
Feb 2014
Terry O'Leary   :-)) Great... I'll be back in a bit... T
Feb 2014
Terry O'Leary   Well, in the meantime I've had a few shots... now I think I know what it means... hic°°.... hope I remember in the morning... ;-)) Terry
Feb 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay
Residues
By the night one long dark road
the houses are deep in slumber.

Lucky I'm alive and awake,
can see the stars
in their vast magnitude of silence
gentle and not drunk
have love to count upon
filled with a will to live
feeling I'm almost done.

Having a life is a great reward
and with the residues
gets more valuable.

I won't cry over the lost years
would rather think
have been blessed with enough.

The stars grow blurry dots
as I slip into dreams.

I had a once upon place
and I'm grateful.

With dewy eyes
I hurry to the warmest space
beside her.

You slip into your years well, Pradip.
Your woman must relish your peace, your contentment.
Cheers mate
M.


Tony Grannell
Autumn's Sonneteer
Behold, upon yon ivy bunch, my darling blackbird sings;
I know not why nor shall I try to understand such things.
For born this morning on a song, pray hark, her sweet refrain;
to chance a sigh, oh, dare not I, for this is God's domain.

Out of the night the art of song in tuning in the day;
unknowed afore or evermore such music on display.
'Tis love begad, a lover's song, a diva, I declare,
in soaring o'er both vale and moor, this morning's love affair.

In wonder's charm, this precious bird in song to comfort me.
Alone I stroll, no proffered soul to share my company.
Yet rare this morn, in splendours all, true love like none afore;
let passions roll, in song extol, in verse the morn's rapport.

Be succour in such music found for autumn ails me so,
when summer's run, the harvest done, to rest my scythe and ***.
Of idle lands and nowt ado, to wait without employ.
Yet, hail the sun, my kingdom won, when sings that bird of joy.

Behold her charm and charmed, I am while autumn leaves still fall.
'Tis life anew, a sweeter brew when hear the songstress call.
Though winter’s nigh, with strength and will, we’ll bear our pain and fear;
'tis all to do, good hearts and true, sings autumn's sonneteer.

Written by
Tony Grannell  62/M/Spain

Marshal Gebbie  I stood out at the rock wall and gazed at the splendour of Autumn in Taranaki, as I read, aloud, your sonnet.
...and my heart sang.
M.

Dr Peter Lim
When?
When is the when
of when?  
rampant still is the ravage
which will not relent-

the claustrophobic shut-in
hearts toward gloomy moods they bend
no happy voices of kids heard outdoors
the green fields do not comfort lend-

the downcast look, the sinking feeling
are the joys and delights of yesterday years all spent?
the spectre of pain brings bitterest tears
in the faces of every continent-

oh, when is the when
of when?
such a wash-down
we could never comprehend.

Marshal Gebbie:  But isn't that the way, Dr Pete? Mankind builds his castles in the air, thrusts out his chest and proclaims himself, King of all!
...to be decimated, in an instant, by a microbe of infinitesimal stature. Oh! the fragility of it all.
Life cometh, life goeth....but somewhere, down the track, life shall come again.
M.


Al Drood
The Merman of Orford Ness

So long ago in King Hal’s time, our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.

Entangled ‘midst our dripping catch, with eyes that stared all hellish green,
enscaléd like some creature deep, a Merman writhed as one obscene.

All webbéd were his hands and feet, his body dripped with ocean bile;
upon his head the ****-wrack grew, green-bearded was this demon vile.

Fast to the shore with awful haste we sped before the wind and tide;
Lord Glanville for to summon forth, the Merman’s fate all to decide.

Upon the quay his Lordship stood with men at arms and shriven priest,
and all did cross themselves in fear before this strange unholy beast.

“Enchain it,” cried Lord Glanville loud, “then to God’s Kirk with all good speed!”
The shriven priest prayed long and hard as to the church we did proceed.

With Holy Water, cross of gold, with candle and with testament,
the priest then exorcised the beast, who knew not what was done nor meant.

To all’s dismay he would not bow before the Host on bended knee;
and so to dungeon was he dragged to dwell upon his blasphemy!

The silent Merman beaten was, and hung in chains in for seven weeks,
and fed was he on fish and shells, yet never did he sleep nor speak.

And so at length his Lordship said, “Across the harbour tie a net,
and we shall see how he shall swim, but by his ankles chainéd, yet!”

The net a-fixed, the village folk came down to see the Merman’s plight;
into the sea they threw him then, with foam and wavelet flashing white.

He vanished ‘neath the waters like some seabird in pursuit of prey,
then surfaced laughing, chain in hand, and to his Lordship he did say;

“You thought to make me such as you, who walk in blindness o’er the land!
You’d punish me for difference!  You thought to treat me like a Man!”

So long ago in King Hal’s time our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.
Al Drood
Written by
Al Drood  M/North Yorkshire

Marshal Gebbie:  Tones here of the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.
An original work in time honoured rhyme and metre.
I devoured every syllable..Bravo!
M.

G Alan Johnson
Kafka's Bug

When I shed the last skin
last year
there was left a hardened shell
protecting a patched up heart
and a petrified husk
of a soul.

You can throw your bombs
if you wish
and they will hurt inside
but I will just eat them
and **** them out
flushed and forgotten.

Sometimes my antennae
come out in a social setting
and people look at me
with an odd expression
or look off into space
a kind of awkward acceptance,
(the ones that know me).

My mandibles will at times
spit out a divine stupidity
a slacker kind of opinion
and no amount of saliva
can dissolve it
so it sits in the heavy air
stinking like a butterfly corpse.

It was an attempt
at transformation
that failed
(I'm too weak with ego),
and I'm glad that I tried
otherwise I would always wonder.

Vincent Price in a cheap suit
and a lost puppy daydream
a world full of flies, wasps and failed caterpillars
patient spiders and polished leeches...
and all I can do is write.
Written by
G Alan Johnson  65/M/USA

Response by Marshal Gebbie

Pelting rain adheres to soil
As spiders sprint and earthworms roil,
World in turmoil stinkbugs, stink
And Satan beetles disgorge ink
But thee, my budding, sodden flea,
Hath entertained quiescent....me.
M.

Nat Lipstadt
Pandemic Poems: Unclaimed bodies, There’s ain’t no anonymity in heaven.

There are more poems inside me, but I intuit it is longer fair to impose on you by sharing more.  The deep seeded infection of my spirit waxes and wanes, and there is no antidote, and unlike the virus itself, there never will be, a future cure, an inexpensive replacement cost for the spirit spent, the time and futures spirited away.

Perhaps you recall I was one mile away from Ground Zero on September 11th.  Rarely do I walk there.

The coronavirus poetry inserts itself unaided, never asking permission, a like minded, but a contra-cousin to the coronavirus.

I live in New York City, the epicenter where now, close to 800 die daily.

Normally, about 25 bodies a week are interred on Hart island, mostly for people whose families can't afford a funeral, or who go unclaimed by relatives.  In recent days, though, burial operations have increased from one day a week to five days a week, with around 24 burials each day.^^

Each dies with no last words, no Kaddish recited, Last Rites, too late, no Ṣalāt al-Janāzah or Om Namo Narayanaya.  Each one, a numbered pine coffin, and each one will have at the very least, a poem of their own, so help me god.

Buried side by side in large trench, room plenty for new arrivals,
I hear the banging, protesting, resisting, this is not the way, I was promised, my ears left pounding!  Hillel, the great scholar in this dream, reminds that “the time is short, and the work is great.”          

He paraphrases, though, “the bodies many, the poems too few.”

There ain’t no anonymity in heaven, but I’ll reconfirm that with you later.

Written by
Nat Lipstadt

Marshal Gebbie
God! It's harrowing to feel the raw spirit in a New York City man's soul.

You speak for the dead, the ailing and the fearful.

You speak for beggar in the street, the broker, quaking in his plenty, imprisoned on the 14th floor.

You speak for the cop, in face mask, on 24th and Vine, doing, as always what he must, with authority.

And you speak for the White Clad Angels who carry the dead to Hart Island and who forgive you, your fear and safer seclusion.

You speak also for we, who watch and sorrow from afar your agony, in our own fear and seclusion.
M.

Nat Lipstadt
raw is the word, oft need to lie down midday to escape the the viral infection of every outlet we use to pass these days. don’t know when i’ll go outside again, because the virus kills and wounds in horrible ways... thank u MG for the kind appreciation natty

Sally A Bayan
Conduits
In distance and in proximity...in despair
and joy...in existing and in dying...in the
bliss of love reciprocated, and in the pain
of love unrequitted...verses dance and call,
awaiting......

poetry has its own pulse, its own heartbeat,
it calls, taps the shoulders any moment,
awake, or adrift, it just can't be ignored...
even in a tangled, or weird circumstance,
it sparks like a bulb or a comet, curving
in a rainbow...riotous some days, teasing, fleeing,
then, turning up at unexpected times and places.

in every bit and breath of life, in every seed,
in every drop of dew, in every ember burning,
there is poetry birthing, growing...

deep within us flows green, purple, red,
glum gray, darkened inspirations...fleeting,
but, when time is ripe, they linger long,
giving us time to capture them all
.............................................
we sense them...we give space
we speak them, or we write them,
:::::::we are conduits:::::::


Sally

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 11, 2020

Marshal Gebbie

  A touch, so light,
So sensitively slight
As to be caress,
In dead of night


Don Bouchard
And then
We become old men
And old women, and

We look back wistfully, and
We look forward hopefully, and

We wonder....


Written by
Don Bouchard  60/M/Minnesota

Marshal Gebbie
  Slipped betwixt the then and now
Methinks, with finger on the brow,
Thee needs a shot of earthy ***
And a wanton ****, to rub your tum.
Thee needs a cheery pick me up,
Some hairy mates to help you sup
Elixir from the joy of life
To salve tomorrows' threat of strife.
Cheers mate M.
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Tommy Randell
From a young man's parlance, tripping from an old man's tongue; Right On, brother, Right On!
Obadiah Grey Jan 2012
Gleaning of the Owl.

Gimbal eyed and shrugged
on Oaken bough
before the bluffing of the Crow
before Rook caw and Raven croak
before the shriven threaded dawn-

to glean a silent measure.-
thrawn.
Obadiah Grey Nov 2011
Dear Gawd......I wanna be Pope..

I never ride backwards
on train or bus,
I never profane,
blaspheme or cuss,
I'm limpid,
riven of diaphanous stuff
never been given,
to a female ****.
I'm penitent, contrite –
shriven of sin,
compliant, reliant,
I'm bendy n thin.
not quite castrato,
gives good vibrato
to choirboys mullato
with bellybutton fluff.
792

Through the strait pass of suffering—
The Martyrs—even—trod.
Their feet—upon Temptations—
Their faces—upon God—

A stately—shriven—Company—
Convulsion—playing round—
Harmless—as streaks of Meteor—
Upon a Planet’s Bond—

Their faith—the everlasting troth—
Their Expectation—fair—
The Needle—to the North Degree—
Wades—so—thro’ polar Air!
Karen Alexander Jan 2011
January is grim and grey in its usual way
And heart’s cockles need warming beside crackling and sputtering logs
Winter's ghosts are shriven  
Undone by jolly festivities and bacchanalia
Singing ‘Auld Lang Syne’ and holding hands we raise the ullaloo to loved ones lost,
And so returns, the New Year.
MV Blake Mar 2015
Demons in khaki suits
Stand with baited breath,
Smoked glasses held high,
As God shows us all
What He means by death.
Disintegration
By starlight.
A fire of heaven.
Oh, bow before his might;
Blasted by wings of angels
Back and forth,
Left ablaze in the wrath of the sword,
Until your atoms are shriven
Of their bonds to this earth.

The demons clap and cheer,
Red eyes grinning as they smoke.
We grovel in your glory,
Piteous wails stopped in silence;
Choked.
A spherical void
To turn our tainted air to traces,
And leave a newly cleared path
Of charred stone and empty spaces.
The vacuum fills to receive
Guests with the promise of your blessing;
A half-life prayer,
Good for a thousand years
Of deformed children
And cancer tears.
Secrets, you said, would hold us two apart;
You'd have me know of you your least transgression,
And so the intimate places of your heart,
Kneeling, you bared to me, as in confession.
Softly you told of loves that went before--
Of clinging arms, of kisses gladly given;
Luxuriously clean of heart once more,
You rose up, then, and stood before me, shriven.

When this, my day of happiness, is through,
And love, that bloomed so fair, turns brown and brittle,
There is a thing that I shall ask of you--
I, who have given so much, and asked so little.
Some day, when there's another in my stead,
Again you'll feel the need of absolution,
And you will go to her, and bow your head,
And offer her your past, as contribution.

When with your list of loves you overcome her,
For Heaven's sake, keep this one secret from her!
duncanwrite Aug 2018
I cannot stand it, it weakens my core, it stifles my breath

The thought of him, forcing himself inside you

Making you whimper, unutterable sounds

Your unconditional complicity a gift, a given

Your abandon knowing no bounds

My manhood shriven

While I have dropped off the edge of your world

Your shapely limbs around him furled

And he, firmer, faster, harder, smarter, younger

Scoops up your jewels and riches with ardent hands

And hungry tongues, to burst your lungs

And all you can eats from your smouldering smorgasbord

And I don’t know him, nor where he lives

But I know he lives

And dies, and dies again in your scented garden….
Butch Decatoria Jan 2016
i happened Free-Zone
not to hunt
for coercion or collision
i came to begin
again, without a diet of another
no one to occupy
just myself tonight to slight
yet in the euthenics
of smokers in their alcoholic snares,
in the hotch potch laughter
of girth-guised relics
i notice you
sang-froid solution
against the shriven wall
your own tempered poison in hand
eyes teaching me
how to thaw my disregard
lips in a cruising smile
specific for my purchase
but i was here to forget
the imbrications of lies
the past life
of being bitten


still notice you noticing me
grant no one contours
contiguous to friendship,
not now
on a night of nursing
nut-hatched hurts
when i'm not searching,
i came to drown in drink
with archives of broken vows
new porcelain hearts break
each crack - a lie
each bruise and tear
cut like each cackling
of frozen, deceptive hosts
whom i allowed
assuage
my time a home


tonight i'm learned
my turn
to snick and sneer
my turn to steer the wheel...

they all want me, here
yet you are there:
smooth warning, cool leaning
against the shriven wall
solid notions of promise
which warrants a platform
and so i found myself
migrating toward self
compromise.


i happened to you, then
in your nascent nape
and in my moment of molten need
i genuflect

in prayer
for more than persuasive phantasms
rather overlapping warmth
over joyed
in the beauty of great duration
over that thing most token
defined by trusting
the truths of this emotion
but not too often spoken:
       too early to call it
       a thing
but you happened
to open my wings


L

O

V

E
Al Drood Feb 2020
So long ago in King Hal’s time, our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.

Entangled ‘midst our dripping catch, with eyes that stared all hellish green,
enscaléd like some creature deep, a Merman writhed as one obscene.

All webbéd were his hands and feet, his body dripped with ocean bile;
upon his head the ****-wrack grew, green-bearded was this demon vile.

Fast to the shore with awful haste we sped before the wind and tide;
Lord Glanville for to summon forth, the Merman’s fate all to decide.

Upon the quay his Lordship stood with men at arms and shriven priest,
and all did cross themselves in fear before this strange unholy beast.

“Enchain it,” cried Lord Glanville loud, “then to God’s Kirk with all good speed!”
The shriven priest prayed long and hard as to the church we did proceed.

With Holy Water, cross of gold, with candle and with testament,
the priest then exorcised the beast, who knew not what was done nor meant.

To all’s dismay he would not bow before the Host on bended knee;
and so to dungeon was he dragged to dwell upon his blasphemy!

The silent Merman beaten was, and hung in chains in for seven weeks,
and fed was he on fish and shells, yet never did he sleep nor speak.

And so at length his Lordship said, “Across the harbour tie a net,
and we shall see how he shall swim, but by his ankles chainéd, yet!”

The net a-fixed, the village folk came down to see the Merman’s plight;
into the sea they threw him then, with foam and wavelet flashing white.

He vanished ‘neath the waters like some seabird in pursuit of prey,
then surfaced laughing, chain in hand, and to his Lordship he did say;

“You thought to make me such as you, who walk in blindness o’er the land!
You’d punish me for difference!  You thought to treat me like a Man!”

So long ago in King Hal’s time our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.
Butch Decatoria Jan 2016
Moan.
      Y a w n.
Purr.

How I adore our meanderings.
Mornings of misfit nomads
waking to the sturdy fur of you,
     pecks, abs, inner thigh
unclad
body heat...

The world outside feels absent,
your hardness
your breath
presently
itching against yesterday's 5-o'clock
     shadow...

We breakfast on such sensations
     satin thousand threads
sifting in grips of sheets
          creating
    silken dunes of flesh creamy hues
soft mounds from our twist
                tied
tethered limbs
then opening passages with kisses
     and humid licks
our lips:
camelback & cobra songs
to Sahara

           Heatwave

where we worship obelisks
until slumber
has rendered us
              stardust and sphinx
mused and fused - our flesh again
in hymns
     this Sunday morning...

Less stealth of night but copious
is touch
         slithering undulations
         of parched needs
for us to swim in the hunger of its seas

Since sensing sensual stiffness
     your shifting
            your shaft
my blood collects
    to tighten what is mine within

When this grabs hold of us
like the blinding noon
we forgive
           that it is Sunday
mourn that I thirst for you.


Such thickets of urges
   juicy sweet confection / completion's
masculine deprevation
         half grin half flurry,
                     No worry
displacing thoughts of infection
secure in our relations...

Stretching with both my hands
behind me
        gripping with claws of the passionate
buttocks raised (waiting for rain)
as if to be seen & named
      by the gods' - creative breath and shame
           I yearn for your embrace
Heaven forgive me
for the heaven he gives me...

Affirmed
as though we were the firmaments
      sky without permission (or air rights)
to fly
comely
and in our rhythmic trance

we become Spartans
(with our war cry)
         Driven
                 Breathing
One defeat
          Shriven as we're falling
One choice to leap.

                          Exhale Olympus
Fallen pillars' hush.

Good morning, Love
   a taste of how Nirvana feels

constellations and the heavenly
wheel.

Stretching.
Eyes open to take in my world.
         Stretching

Behind
Reaching for you

if just briefly knowing the whole truth...
Rewrite. Now a final draft.
Obadiah Grey Mar 2016
Gimbal eyed and shrugged -
at rooks caw and ravens croaked
shriven threaded dawn.

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

Syllabically
­Oversimplification
Abomination
Butch Decatoria Jul 2019
Moan.
      Y a w n.
Purr.

How I adore our meanderings.
Mornings of misfits, nomads,
waking to the sturdy fur of you,
     pecks, abs, inner thigh
unclad
body heat...

The world outside feels absent,
your hardness
your breath
presently
itching against yesterday's 5-o'clock
     shadow...

We breakfast on such sensations satin
A thousand thread count
sifting in grips of sheets
          creating
silken dunes of flesh creamy hues
soft mounds from our twist
                tied
tethered limbs
then opening those passages
with French kisses
     and humid licks
our lips like
camelback & cobra songs
to Sahara
           Heatwaves
where we worship obelisks
until slumber
has rendered us
              stardust and sphinx
mused and fused - our flesh again
in hymns
     this Sunday morning...

Less stealth of night but copious
is touch
         slithering undulations
         of parched needs
for us to swim in the hunger of its seas
Since sensing sensual stiffness
     your shifting
            your shaft
my blood collects
    to tighten what is mine within

When this grabs hold of us
like the blinding noon
we forgive
           that it is Sunday
mourn that I thirst for you.


Such thickets of urges
   juicy sweet confection / completion's
masculine deprivation
         half grin half flurry,
                     No worry
displacing thoughts of infection
secure in our relations...

Stretching with both my hands
behind me
        gripping with claws of the passionate
buttocks raised (waiting for rain)
as if to be seen & named
      by the gods' - creative breath and shame
           I yearn for your embrace
Heaven forgive me
for the heaven he gives me...

Affirmed
as though we were the firmaments
      sky without permission (or air rights)
to fly
comely
and in our rhythmic trance
we become Spartans
(with our war cry)
         Driven
                 Breathing
One defeat
          Shriven as we're falling
One choice to leap.

                          Exhale Olympus
Fallen pillars' hush.

Good morning, Love
   a taste of how Nirvana feels
constellations and the heavenly
wheel.
Stretching.
Eyes open to take in my world.
         Stretching

Behind
Reaching for you

if just briefly knowing
the whole truth...
Revised repost.
nivek Oct 2015
The energy of a twisted stretched rubber band
is some days all there seems to be
and calling on reserves that are no longer to be had
can be a forlorn hope
So you eke out what you have, mindful of a shortening light
that gets shorter everyday
and you spin off into Autumn like a discarded shriven leaf
all discoloured and sapped of green.
D Lowell Wilder Apr 2018
Moved around a lot
-Cockle-jocked kid
plastic with newness
Trailers dusty
roses blousy with thorns and white
pecked leaves mottled.
Resist these yards’ allure
avoid the
crackers’ friendly waves
Pedal to the Haven
piles of fill, construction
reduced tombs of left over
concrete
bricks mounds of playtimes
trenches in which to ****
off.
Trenches in which
mosquito larvae swim
skeezle-legged and
willow branches are
whips
pieces of drywall
soaked grenades and
wooden
are the guns.  
Summer haircut flat nest of
stubble
face and scalp burnt.   Enough
pieces of bikes to Frankenstein
one fine ride.
From the top of the hill
mawed youth
rumbles down to barrel
roll crescendo’d
stops.  Let the
good
times.
Close out the day draw its
petty dread adrenalined
Panting cuz you are
late and he said
six.
Sectioned eight
pink stucco flakes and
sweetened lead.
Tatty shades
shriven.
He’s a tar cracked heel
small white dot
white
blink
blot
thinks about a
lot, these yards
landscapes drifted, curled with
feet to face, conserve his
heat.
Freedom of a bike;  it's not a crime to be poor;  dread
Butch Decatoria Oct 2017
O
Moan.
      Y a w n.
Purr.

How I adore our meanderings.
Mornings of misfit nomads
waking to the sturdy fur of you,
     pecks, abs, inner thigh
unclad
body heat...

The world outside feels absent,
your hardness
your breath
presently
itching against yesterday's 5-o'clock
     shadow...

We breakfast on such sensations
     satin thousand threads
sifting in grips of sheets
          creating
    silken dunes of flesh creamy hues
soft mounds from our twist
                tied
tethered limbs
then opening passages with kisses
     and humid licks
our lips:
camelback & cobra songs
to Sahara

           Heatwave

where we worship obelisks
until slumber
has rendered us
              stardust and sphinx
mused and fused - our flesh again
in hymns
     this Sunday morning...

Less stealth of night but copious
is touch
         slithering undulations
         of parched needs
for us to swim in the hunger of its seas

Since sensing sensual stiffness
     your shifting
            your shaft
my blood collects
    to tighten what is mine within

When this grabs hold of us
like the blinding noon
we forgive
           that it is Sunday
mourn that I thirst for you.


Such thickets of urges
   juicy sweet confection / completion's
masculine deprivation
         half grin half flurry,
                     No worry
displacing thoughts of infection
secure in our relations...

Stretching with both my hands
behind me
        gripping with claws of the passionate
buttocks raised (waiting for rain)
as if to be seen & named
      by the gods' - creative breath and shame
           I yearn for your embrace
Heaven forgive me
for the heaven he gives me...

Affirmed
as though we were the firmaments
      sky without permission (or air rights)
to fly
comely
and in our rhythmic trance

we become Spartans
(with our war cry)
         Driven
                 Breathing
One defeat
          Shriven as we're falling
One choice to leap.

                          Exhale Olympus
Fallen pillars' hush.

Good morning, Love
   a taste of how Nirvana feels

constellations and the heavenly
wheel.

Stretching.
Eyes open to take in my world.
         Stretching

Behind
Reaching for you

if just briefly knowing
the whole truth...
Caroline Shank Dec 2022
I have seen the marble arch
and was not afraid.  The
comeliness of it's curved
surface paused me. Your
song whispered of birds

felting by, of fallen kings and
reasons.

I have time on my hands to
listen. Hallelujah.  For my
steadfastness in love has left
me

bereft.

I swore to all the kings in the
Bible. I offered my skinned
knees, for solace that I was heard.

Hallelujah

There are cracks in my head,
my ankles are shackled.  No
music but a laugh echoed
side to side.  

I will go down to the river to
find God.  Your repertoire
is complete.

Why a monk Leonard? The
music of the ages was written
without your melody and
I sank beneath the river
like a stone.

But you're not there.  Your
music sustains me.  I walk
out, wet and cold.  

Hallelujah.

I am redeemed from the
nightmare.  I step on your
music as a soft petal.

I am for a moment, relished
and shriven.  

Hallelujah


Caroline Shank
Don Bouchard Jan 7
Could leave this world peaceful and shriven,
Be glad somehow those old debts of mine
Must now be ledgered and forgiven.

Watching loved ones work their sad old days
The land of death now beckons and sobers me
Enough to think I will follow in their way;
And to consider how I might leave free.

Of more than the sins Jesus has taken,
And more than payments owed to friends.
No, how to leave a sweetness unshaken
In my loved ones, my wife, and my kin?

I think I've some letters I need to compose,
Some arguments I've held too close to me,
And any odd embroilment that rose
While I was on my earthly power spree.

I'm 65, a scant ten years from average death
Of men my type and height and weight.
I'm sobering quickly as I count my breath
And know re-calibrating cannot wait.
Meditation on death....
Caroline Shank Jul 2024
So it all ends not with a
bang but

With

A

# *******

Whimper.

Sad night's in prayer.
Shriven of guilt.
On the freshly vacuumed
Floor.

Not the sounds of sad
crying but the whoosh
of stifled prayers

Of course. Penance
For crossed lines
In the ashfalt of
propriety.

Lord I know not

What

I have

Done.

Posters say travel.
I will crumple my
Not so sea-worth
weighted with
Soul. .

Whisper

Will you still
love me

Tomorrow.?


Caroline Shank
07.10.2024
Qualyxian Quest Jul 2020
It's true I have the mystic madness
The wound and gift I was given

And true I confessed to the priest
To have my soul shriven

But I learned something on my knees
Now I know of JMU

And come this Christmastime
I know what I will do

Hopkins, Chesterton, Greeley
And me too!
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 —