5d
Hellish Sumo
The "sumo champs" have seized the ring,
Pushed the rest beyond the line.
Yet the fallen chose to cling
To sick delusions—"It's just fine."
Fat and ruthless, bold and vile,
Now they rule, their greed unfurled.
Those who think? Declared defiled.
Those too weak? Not of this world.
Ninth Circle? Maybe—who can tell?
I've lost track inside this game.
Those outside—near dead, as well,
Drowned in lies and bloated shame.
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Consu-madness
Their brains have melted into goo—
The world is sinking, lost from view.
For mindless greed’s a greater blight—
It rules the fools—beasts cheer in spite.
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They Preach Acceptance Everywhere
They preach acceptance far and wide,
So rot of “tolerance” can thrive.
A cursed world, where truth is denied—
It shouts out “no!” to real life.
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Higher? Lower?
"Mankind, as a whole, is but a horde of selfish, lowly swine—
Above the beasts in only this: their greed’s by thought refined."
— Ernest Renan
A mind that serves to scheme and ******,
To hoard and seize with growing hunger—
The longer near the feast you latch,
The wilder grows your grasping thunder.
Stay too long—you turn to stone,
Cold and cruel beyond all measure.
Wait too slow—you’re overthrown
By the next in line for treasure.
Endless race—yet never plenty!
More! And more! And still not nearly!
First to win are those whose empty
Souls have vanished almost clearly.
Beasts are humbler, soft in motion,
Free of greed and vain ambition.
Humans burn with dark devotion,
Driving hate to war’s ignition.
Higher? Lower? Just illusion.
Measures fail, the world’s gone hollow.
Beasts aren't lost in mad delusion—
Humans? Most are dumb to follow.
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Express Train to NOWHERE
A journey straight to Nowhere bound,
From Doomsville—next in line.
No worries, friends—no turning ‘round,
Your ticket’s one-way signed.
But on the way, enjoy the ride,
Dine finely, drink your fill.
Don’t pull the brake—doors locked inside,
Sealed tight with iron will.
No exit here, no way to stray,
No matter wild or meek.
The train speeds forth, it won’t delay,
Through night so vast and bleak.
The dark grows thick, the engine screams,
No god awaits your fall.
And if despair has spared your dreams,
Then fear—he waits for all.
His crown of fire, fierce and bright,
A judge with eyes aglow.
The final stop—no end in sight,
Just endless flames below.
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Dimwits of Pseudo-Science
"An economist is one who speaks
Of things he does not understand,
Yet makes you feel the fool who seeks
A grasp on all that's planned."
— Herbert Prochnow
These frauds of fog and tangled lies—
Save math and physics, all is dust.
Their books confuse, their jargon ties
Even themselves in webs of rust.
And yet, with graphs and gadgets bare,
They lead—but where? They have no clue.
Their masters do—the ones who tear
The soul apart, then sell it new.
Through babbling nonsense, dull and grim,
They crush the mind, they dull the spark.
And media joins in with them—
A chorus spreading lies in dark.
The fool who serves, so proud, so blind,
Licks at the boots of beasts above.
No thought, no soul, no higher mind—
Just hollow words for hollow love.
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Sense of Nonsense
The Sense of Nonsense—key to stay,
To keep a mind both sharp and free.
For reason’s crushed in brutal play,
Yet feeling sees what eyes don’t see.
If you can cast the nonsense out,
Let instinct rise above the mind,
Then let it grow, erase all doubt—
And wisdom stays, refined.
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To the Summit!
Do not walk—rise up in flight!
There’s no other way to go.
This was always nature’s right,
Now as ever—leave the low!
Depths are foul, a shameful snare,
Only Spirit—burning bright—
Stands as real in dark despair,
Guided by its inner light.
Only fire within can show
Paths beyond the choking night.
Fall to lies, deceit, and woe—
And you're lost without a fight.
--- Total 8 poems. ---
The "sumo champs" have seized the ring,
Pushed the rest beyond the line.
Yet the fallen chose to cling
To sick delusions—"It's just fine."
Fat and ruthless, bold and vile,
Now they rule, their greed unfurled.
Those who think? Declared defiled.
Those too weak? Not of this world.
Ninth Circle? Maybe—who can tell?
I've lost track inside this game.
Those outside—near dead, as well,
Drowned in lies and bloated shame.
---------------------
Consu-madness
Their brains have melted into goo—
The world is sinking, lost from view.
For mindless greed’s a greater blight—
It rules the fools—beasts cheer in spite.
---------------------
They Preach Acceptance Everywhere
They preach acceptance far and wide,
So rot of “tolerance” can thrive.
A cursed world, where truth is denied—
It shouts out “no!” to real life.
---------------------
Higher? Lower?
"Mankind, as a whole, is but a horde of selfish, lowly swine—
Above the beasts in only this: their greed’s by thought refined."
— Ernest Renan
A mind that serves to scheme and ******,
To hoard and seize with growing hunger—
The longer near the feast you latch,
The wilder grows your grasping thunder.
Stay too long—you turn to stone,
Cold and cruel beyond all measure.
Wait too slow—you’re overthrown
By the next in line for treasure.
Endless race—yet never plenty!
More! And more! And still not nearly!
First to win are those whose empty
Souls have vanished almost clearly.
Beasts are humbler, soft in motion,
Free of greed and vain ambition.
Humans burn with dark devotion,
Driving hate to war’s ignition.
Higher? Lower? Just illusion.
Measures fail, the world’s gone hollow.
Beasts aren't lost in mad delusion—
Humans? Most are dumb to follow.
---------------------
Express Train to NOWHERE
A journey straight to Nowhere bound,
From Doomsville—next in line.
No worries, friends—no turning ‘round,
Your ticket’s one-way signed.
But on the way, enjoy the ride,
Dine finely, drink your fill.
Don’t pull the brake—doors locked inside,
Sealed tight with iron will.
No exit here, no way to stray,
No matter wild or meek.
The train speeds forth, it won’t delay,
Through night so vast and bleak.
The dark grows thick, the engine screams,
No god awaits your fall.
And if despair has spared your dreams,
Then fear—he waits for all.
His crown of fire, fierce and bright,
A judge with eyes aglow.
The final stop—no end in sight,
Just endless flames below.
---------------------
Dimwits of Pseudo-Science
"An economist is one who speaks
Of things he does not understand,
Yet makes you feel the fool who seeks
A grasp on all that's planned."
— Herbert Prochnow
These frauds of fog and tangled lies—
Save math and physics, all is dust.
Their books confuse, their jargon ties
Even themselves in webs of rust.
And yet, with graphs and gadgets bare,
They lead—but where? They have no clue.
Their masters do—the ones who tear
The soul apart, then sell it new.
Through babbling nonsense, dull and grim,
They crush the mind, they dull the spark.
And media joins in with them—
A chorus spreading lies in dark.
The fool who serves, so proud, so blind,
Licks at the boots of beasts above.
No thought, no soul, no higher mind—
Just hollow words for hollow love.
---------------------
Sense of Nonsense
The Sense of Nonsense—key to stay,
To keep a mind both sharp and free.
For reason’s crushed in brutal play,
Yet feeling sees what eyes don’t see.
If you can cast the nonsense out,
Let instinct rise above the mind,
Then let it grow, erase all doubt—
And wisdom stays, refined.
---------------------
To the Summit!
Do not walk—rise up in flight!
There’s no other way to go.
This was always nature’s right,
Now as ever—leave the low!
Depths are foul, a shameful snare,
Only Spirit—burning bright—
Stands as real in dark despair,
Guided by its inner light.
Only fire within can show
Paths beyond the choking night.
Fall to lies, deceit, and woe—
And you're lost without a fight.
--- Total 8 poems. ---
