Current flows, a changing force,
While Evil’s lies stay fixed in place.
They drag the world to dead remorse,
Till "nations" fade without a trace.

Presumed as guilty—such are we,
The spawn of Satan's legacy.
While only few hold God inside,
They face the law, no place to hide...

The world is sick — the same refrain,
And generations bear the pain
Of this foul plague, a curse unspoken,
The end result — a slave, heartbroken.

The lie resounds in every hall,
With wretches working to forestall
The truth, erased by cunning schemes,
A shadow cast on fading dreams.

Truth is Spirit — you’re a part,
A spark within your weary heart.
If survival's all you see,
Then Darkness molds your destiny.

Minds stay stunted, wrapped in lies,
Drowned in mothball-scented gloom.
No one dares to rise and fight—
Each must save themselves alone...

Fools have strayed from Nature’s order,
Lost in troubles, lost in gloom.
Now they kneel, their blind devotion
Offered to the Filth they groom.

Fashion says: "That freakish style!"—
Fools obey without a doubt.
Nature’s voice is met with trial,
Truth is twisted inside out.

In this world of contradiction,
Rags and silk combine as one—
Like a spoon of honey missing
In a broth of grease and ****.

School’s a madhouse, pure oppression,
Crushing minds that stand untrained.
Lies injected in succession—
Diagnosis: blind and drained.