Catacombs, the bombs exploding—
Hell beneath, the foe confined.
Like a lubok, fear corroding,
Clots of madness choke the mind.

Bosch’s visions turn to breathing,
All around—a living curse.
In the veins of some, blood's freezing,
While for others—lice are worse.

New Bosch paints a demon gloating,
Lice grotesque beneath its claw.
Fools and beasts—lines lost, eroding:
Darkness reigns instead of law.

Blue sky is gleaming,
Leaves turning yellow.
Gloomy and dreaming—
Grey thoughts are mellow.

Only strength can shake the feeble,
So they serve and bow so low.
Now their "land" is drowning deeper,
Drifting in a stream of woe.

Yet their strength is all for show—
Fools can never see the scheme.
Under Evil’s heel, they grovel,
Calling it "protecting kin."

Guarding lies, they sink in deeper,
Locked in cycles of decay.
Beasts above them know it clearer,
Placing scoundrels in their play.

Round and round—the wheel keeps turning,
Breaking minds, yet still they kneel.
Risk is real, but none discern it—
Filth will swallow those who yield.

"Serve a cause!"—they chant and cry,
Preaching duty, selling lies.
Only to your soul comply,
Truth is lost where falsehood thrives.

Sow the seeds of doubt and wonder—
Harvest Clarity in turn.
Sow them freely, yet look under—
Weeds of lies will choke and burn.

Lies grow rampant—never ceasing!
Pull them out, then pull once more.
Drink detachment, find some easing,
Then repeat—like years before.

Year by year, refine your labor,
Sharpen hands and clear your view.
Else you’ll die—a twisted traitor,
Selling Nature for what’s untrue.

Do not serve the Scheme of Lies—
That’s the path where folly dies,
Chased by "carrots", lashed with pain,
Led to slaughter once again.

Only those who break away
Keep their souls and stand their way.
Evil howls—its endless cry
Marks the fight where spirits die.

Save your soul—don’t waste your breath!
Flee before it sinks in death.
Think it’s deathless? Foolish goal.
This world rots the human soul.

"Freedom within the state’s a lie."
— Mikhail Bakunin

School is the first step, a law to obey—
Freedom’s a myth they will drill in your mind.
Then comes the Beast with its media sway,
Turning the masses to blind leading blind.

Only the gifted, the sharp and aware,
Born to see through it, escape from the chains.
Few are like this—so the world’s in despair,
Ruled by the Evil that darkens all brains.

See how they showed it—the muzzle, the madness,
Shots filled with poison for slaves to endure.
Only by seeking the Spirit in wholeness
Can we destroy this Bedlam for sure.

Mind under Spirit—our one true salvation,
Healing the madness, restoring the light.
Now, though, the Beast reigns—its foul *******
Rots us, deceives us, and poisons our sight.

Rise and unite, build your kin, break the lying,
Face down the Darkness—create and defy!
Only the Pure Spirit leads the undying—
Heroes are those who refuse to comply.