Master of Words? It’s all in vain
If you dare to speak so plain.
Lie—your gift will fade away;
Truth won’t earn you gold today.



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A fleeting spark of Insight bright
In pseudo-life, so blurred from sight,
You seek in vain—it's hard to find.
Miss it once—don't fret or mind:
Truth can't bloom in rotting lies,
Where deception never dies.



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The *******

Faith is sulfur, mind in chains,
Fear and nonsense flood the brains.
He can’t wake—no light, no choice,
Doomed to bow before the Void.



--- Total 3 poems. ---

The road to the Peak is shattered—
Only trails are left to tread.
Hard to find them, though it matters,
Even sleepless, lost in dread.

Schemes and tricks won't lift you higher,
Though you plot them night and day.
And despair, a creeping fire,
Spreads like plague along the way.

Songs are flowing, wide and free,
Drowning fools in misery.
Films pile nonsense, wave on wave—
Friend, just sail into the grave!..

Lady Gaga, Mad Madonna—
****** tunes and noise, a ton of.
Shrill and lifeless, same old story,
“Satan’s trend” is topping glory...

Gloom and doom —
Twins in strife.
What’s the world?
Plain as life:
Spread the fear,
Twist the lie —
Then, my dear,
Rule as swine.

Spirit: not to KNOW, but trust...
Trust in nonsense, though,
Opening doors to evil — just
Letting Souls sink low.

Self-reflection's way is clear:
Doubt, and seek to KNOW.
Faith degrades—repeating fear
Lets its poison grow.

Preach a lie ten thousand times —
Fools will chant along.
Fools are countless—dull, like mimes,
Almost beast-like throng.

Flock’s obedient, proud to kneel,
Shepherd takes the lead.
Faith is just the chains of steel —
Slaves' revenge, indeed.

Why? Because you have a Soul.
Creatures hate you whole.
Soulless beasts would take control —
Masters, kings so cold.

Now they hide—no fangs, no snare,
Just a clown instead.
"P-resident" the mob picks there,
Voting like the dead.

Truth is waiting, look within —
Deep inside it's stored.
Creatures lie with wicked grin.
Lie not to yourself, no more.

Nothing’s simpler—shine, break free,
Darkness has no worth.
Faith’s a scab—it lets disease
Cling to Mind and Soul from birth...

Parrot the Fool
Keeps on repeating
Nonsense in full.
Reason is fleeting...



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"Seems so"—don't be hasty,
Pause before believing.
Light may shine so bravely,
Doubt and dark unweaving.

Subtle truths were twisted,
Mocked and left forsaken.
"Seems so," "just a vision"—
Minds were long mistaken.



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False Religions, or the Ideology of Slaves

Lord, have mercy—
Sinner kneels, afraid.
Light won't tarry
Where the weak obeyed.

Mind is clouded,
Soul is drained and torn.
Fools have founded
Faith to serve the born.

Dangled heaven—
Empty, hollow dream.
"Bow before us!
You’re the one who’s mean."

Raised in terror—
"Sin of birth," they say.
Darkness spreads as
Evil paves the way.

"Lord," have mercy
On the Devil’s slave—
If you strip the
Lies that cowards gave.



--- Total 3 poems. ---