Stupidity and filth run deep—
No pastel shades, just tones that weep.
Paint it dark—no heaven’s near,
Hell won’t offer refuge here.

And if you find one—just a fool.
Light is fading, dim and cruel.
Bosch’s visions, once so grand,
Drown in lies at evil’s hand.

Madness reigns, the world’s decayed,
Critics? Judge yourself—too late.
Words are worthless, lost in time,
Drowned by tyrants in their grime...

"In forest depths, a rebel band"
Still guards their soul, their mind, their stand.
While filthy fascists, vile and base,
Bow down to evil—lost in disgrace.

A hedgehog gets it—people don’t,
Just misery and hollow days.
They bow to scoundrels, live on lies,
While fear and nonsense spread like haze.

And Death’s the door—there’s no way out,
No better path, no grand escape.
But go ahead—believe the brutes,
And drown in madness, fear, and hate...

"Come and get it, prices dropping!
What a deal—no need for shopping!
Quality went down instead...
Ugh, these faces—make me dread!"

Etched in scars, the grief runs deep,
Woven in a pattern steep.
In my mind—fierce wrath and spite
For the liars, for the Night.

A balloon—its breath is fire,
Rising, piercing clouds above.
Lies, inflated ever higher,
Choke the air and poison thought.

When the space is overheated,
Soaring’s hardly ever done.
Through the haze of fraud, deceited,
None can stand the noxious ****.

What is left for those who see it?
Clean the sky, dispel the fumes!
Few persist and don’t retreat in
Foul oppression’s toxic gloom.

They must forge new wings for flying,
Find a path beyond the vile—
They can’t breathe where filth is thriving,
Where the swindlers only smile.

Lie and Fear. And Strong Shock.
Madness, Heresy in stock.
And Submission, and Decay—
Under Evil World today.
CowID had showed Dark —
Spirit killed and Satan mark.