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The Gate to Hell Opens Wide, or Binding All Slaves with "Sin"
"There is no righteous man on earth who does good and never sins."
— The Old Testament.
"If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us."
— The New Testament.
We paint them all with "sin" and grime,
Even those of younger time,
So the fools, enslaved by lies,
Stay obedient, stay blind.
Marching in a fascist order,
Thinking they will build their fortune,
For the price of pain and loss —
They’ll be petted up by "Gods."
Grins of Lucifer shine brightly —
Fake beliefs and science fight thee.
Propaganda seals the lie,
Dumbs them down—no "how" or "why."
Madmen, lost, submit and falter
In this world, so strange, so altered.
Shall we call it Hell’s Front Door?
Since it breeds the fiends of war.
First they break you, call it training,
Then "education" starts the chaining.
Minds are kneaded, shaped, then bound —
Once you’re caught, you won’t be found.
If you trust and let them fool you,
If you yield—there’s no renewal.
Cross the point of no return,
And the Beast will watch you burn.
Sin, to fiends, feels like a warning,
Yet they bow to Hell each morning,
Bending lower, more and more —
Till the flames are at their door.
Soon that gate will gape and swallow,
No escape—no hole to burrow.
Hell’s deep rabbit hole awaits,
And you’re walking through its gates…
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The Plumbing of Unconscious Minds
Will a plunger clear the brain,
Wash the clogs of thought away?
Fools won’t budge with truth so biting—
Lost for good if not igniting…
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Perverted School
Not a teacher—just a grinder,
Molds your mind and strains it tighter.
Breed of beasts will make you kneel—
Only fools obey and yield.
Mindless petting—that’s the lesson,
If you cast out thought’s possession.
“Knowledge” piles in rotten stacks,
Crushing sense—just empty tracks.
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Fear and Delusion
Storefronts, cages, screens that glisten,
Endless scrolling, vacant vision.
Aging doll, your mind’s enslaved,
Trapped in fear and thoughts depraved.
Starting fresh? Too late, it’s fleeting—
World will burn, its end is nearing.
Honor’s lost, the mind is weak,
Crushed and shriveled, frail and bleak.
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Truth Grows on the Soil of Delusion
"I would never die for my beliefs, because I might be wrong."
— Bertrand Russell
To die for lies—how blind, how vain!
Just feeding madness, fanning flames,
While pompous frauds, with hollow claims,
Still twist the world to fit their games.
A swarm of sellouts rules the stage,
Their rotten guilds of bought-out scholars.
How low they’ve sunk! How fierce their rage!
Truth drowned beneath their tainted dollars.
Yet through delusions runs the Search,
Each step—a bridge to something newer.
The stubborn seeker dares to lurch
Through falsehood’s fog toward glimpses truer.
And in their hands, worn raw by lies,
Truth’s grains, like dust, may briefly glisten,
Till ******* hands, with cunning guise,
Recast them—warped—so none will listen.
Press through their noise, through filth and fraud,
Ignore their words, their gilded prisons.
Move toward the Light—heed not the fog,
Or drown within their dark derisions.
Your inner sense will show the way,
While logic guides—its hand unshaken.
So fear and madness fade away
In seas where many minds have broken.
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Nonsense Is Useful, Gibberish Is Light
Nonsense shines, a guiding ray,
For the mind that's gone astray.
Sickly thoughts, a fearful haze,
Trapped in madness, lost in maze.
Stacks of “knowledge”—all in vain,
Drowned in lies that still remain.
Just be “useful,” serve the crowd—
Drop your science, bow and cow!
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Pure Sport
Push and strain with all your might,
Still, you’ll place a hundredth tight.
Gold’s no prize for sweat and grit—
Money shapes the game’s deceit.
Honor, conscience—cast away,
Chasing records, blind obey.
Every cheat is quick and bold—
Sick of faces smug with gold…
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Chimeras Unchained
Delusions run wild,
The mind’s torn apart.
March on, young defilers—
Bring doom from the start!
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Seek Knowledge Boldly, Fiercely, True
Seek knowledge boldly, all your days,
Let nothing turn you from its ways.
For nonsense here is freely spread—
And drives the blind toward the edge.
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"The Perfect Life"
A tiny, cozy little nest,
Where all feels safe, where all seems best.
Drifting deep in sweet repose,
Forgetting all—how life just flows.
That’s the dream the herd protects,
Feeding Evil’s grand success.
Casting Conscience far aside,
Where it rots and breaks their lives.
Till the end, the fate is grim—
Shameless ones consumed by sin.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
"There is no righteous man on earth who does good and never sins."
— The Old Testament.
"If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us."
— The New Testament.
We paint them all with "sin" and grime,
Even those of younger time,
So the fools, enslaved by lies,
Stay obedient, stay blind.
Marching in a fascist order,
Thinking they will build their fortune,
For the price of pain and loss —
They’ll be petted up by "Gods."
Grins of Lucifer shine brightly —
Fake beliefs and science fight thee.
Propaganda seals the lie,
Dumbs them down—no "how" or "why."
Madmen, lost, submit and falter
In this world, so strange, so altered.
Shall we call it Hell’s Front Door?
Since it breeds the fiends of war.
First they break you, call it training,
Then "education" starts the chaining.
Minds are kneaded, shaped, then bound —
Once you’re caught, you won’t be found.
If you trust and let them fool you,
If you yield—there’s no renewal.
Cross the point of no return,
And the Beast will watch you burn.
Sin, to fiends, feels like a warning,
Yet they bow to Hell each morning,
Bending lower, more and more —
Till the flames are at their door.
Soon that gate will gape and swallow,
No escape—no hole to burrow.
Hell’s deep rabbit hole awaits,
And you’re walking through its gates…
---------------------
The Plumbing of Unconscious Minds
Will a plunger clear the brain,
Wash the clogs of thought away?
Fools won’t budge with truth so biting—
Lost for good if not igniting…
---------------------
Perverted School
Not a teacher—just a grinder,
Molds your mind and strains it tighter.
Breed of beasts will make you kneel—
Only fools obey and yield.
Mindless petting—that’s the lesson,
If you cast out thought’s possession.
“Knowledge” piles in rotten stacks,
Crushing sense—just empty tracks.
---------------------
Fear and Delusion
Storefronts, cages, screens that glisten,
Endless scrolling, vacant vision.
Aging doll, your mind’s enslaved,
Trapped in fear and thoughts depraved.
Starting fresh? Too late, it’s fleeting—
World will burn, its end is nearing.
Honor’s lost, the mind is weak,
Crushed and shriveled, frail and bleak.
---------------------
Truth Grows on the Soil of Delusion
"I would never die for my beliefs, because I might be wrong."
— Bertrand Russell
To die for lies—how blind, how vain!
Just feeding madness, fanning flames,
While pompous frauds, with hollow claims,
Still twist the world to fit their games.
A swarm of sellouts rules the stage,
Their rotten guilds of bought-out scholars.
How low they’ve sunk! How fierce their rage!
Truth drowned beneath their tainted dollars.
Yet through delusions runs the Search,
Each step—a bridge to something newer.
The stubborn seeker dares to lurch
Through falsehood’s fog toward glimpses truer.
And in their hands, worn raw by lies,
Truth’s grains, like dust, may briefly glisten,
Till ******* hands, with cunning guise,
Recast them—warped—so none will listen.
Press through their noise, through filth and fraud,
Ignore their words, their gilded prisons.
Move toward the Light—heed not the fog,
Or drown within their dark derisions.
Your inner sense will show the way,
While logic guides—its hand unshaken.
So fear and madness fade away
In seas where many minds have broken.
---------------------
Nonsense Is Useful, Gibberish Is Light
Nonsense shines, a guiding ray,
For the mind that's gone astray.
Sickly thoughts, a fearful haze,
Trapped in madness, lost in maze.
Stacks of “knowledge”—all in vain,
Drowned in lies that still remain.
Just be “useful,” serve the crowd—
Drop your science, bow and cow!
---------------------
Pure Sport
Push and strain with all your might,
Still, you’ll place a hundredth tight.
Gold’s no prize for sweat and grit—
Money shapes the game’s deceit.
Honor, conscience—cast away,
Chasing records, blind obey.
Every cheat is quick and bold—
Sick of faces smug with gold…
---------------------
Chimeras Unchained
Delusions run wild,
The mind’s torn apart.
March on, young defilers—
Bring doom from the start!
---------------------
Seek Knowledge Boldly, Fiercely, True
Seek knowledge boldly, all your days,
Let nothing turn you from its ways.
For nonsense here is freely spread—
And drives the blind toward the edge.
---------------------
"The Perfect Life"
A tiny, cozy little nest,
Where all feels safe, where all seems best.
Drifting deep in sweet repose,
Forgetting all—how life just flows.
That’s the dream the herd protects,
Feeding Evil’s grand success.
Casting Conscience far aside,
Where it rots and breaks their lives.
Till the end, the fate is grim—
Shameless ones consumed by sin.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
