6d
Illusion of Freedom
Are the fools now truly free?
Would it were—there's still a king.
But the lie won’t let them see—
Hellish beast controls the ring.
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Stupidity Has Taken Root
Mindless fools in droves obey—
Kneel before the Beast, decay.
Swallowed Lies without a care—
Now go toil in your despair.
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Slave Mentality
"Woman is unusually inclined to slavery and at the same time inclined to enslave."
—Nikolai Berdyaev
The burden of birth, generation’s demand,
When slavery’s total, it shatters the mind.
They long for the brave—yet monsters are planned,
Corrupting their children as evil grins wide.
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The Enemy at the Gates
The mind’s the gate—our last defense,
Yet beasts march in with no pretense.
Their weapon? Noise—just empty sound,
A jest to fools, yet all around.
Grenades won’t break deception’s spell,
They **** a few, but lies—prevail.
Once falsehood takes root in your shell,
It drives out reason, tips the scale.
Now multiply this fate by all
Who’ve lost their minds and let truth fall.
You'll see—we’ve hit the lowest ground,
Where suffering spreads without a sound.
And souls are reaped—no fate is worse,
So break the chains, reject the curse!
Deny the madness all embrace—
A spark of truth may clear the haze.
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Luck is but a Lack
Misfortune floods your way,
Yet fate withholds its prize.
A poet, come what may—
Despising flesh and life.
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Crossroads
There are no crossroads in your sight
When Spirit holds the helm aright.
But minds will falter, twist, and stray
If trapped among the meek and grey.
The herd serves Darkness, calls it "good,"
And if you march where they have stood,
Your mind’s confined, your soul won’t rise—
A fallen fool in common guise.
Mad or dull—it’s all the same
Among the slaves who play the game.
Avoid "crossroads," walk the line,
And if you stray—return in time.
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Slavery
They rename it through the years,
Yet the chains remain the same.
Cain still knows—deception steers,
Seeps into the mind like flame.
Words distract, but truth is clear—
Darkness reigns, it grips the land.
Now the Harvest Time is here,
Filth and rot on every hand.
CowID and war have shown
Doom’s upon us, death’s in bloom.
Fools obey, consume, atone—
Blind, they march into their doom.
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Global Tyranny
"Justice" reigns—so they declare,
Even fools now ride on high.
None but few seem to beware—
Souls are lost, drowned deep in lies.
They still trust in "law" and order—
CowID unmasked that game.
Rotten stench rolls past the border,
Drowning all in filth and shame.
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The Vipers’ Den of Darkness
— "Tyranny!"
— "Sheer delusion!"
Slaves will scoff, deny the claim.
Yet their rage betrays confusion—
Sensing Fate’s relentless flame.
Slavery won’t meet its ending
Till the slaves are gone as well.
Nature’s strength is ever bending—
Does it need the meek to dwell?
Hardly so—the Sun is burning,
Scorching Darkness, cleansing sin.
Soon the vipers' den stops churning,
Yet the slaves stay mute within.
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Gods Despise the Joyful Kind
Gods hate the ones who live in cheer—
We serve the Fiends that rule us here.
Horned lords keep spreading "righteous light"—
Yet filth and rot still bloom in sight.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
Are the fools now truly free?
Would it were—there's still a king.
But the lie won’t let them see—
Hellish beast controls the ring.
---------------------
Stupidity Has Taken Root
Mindless fools in droves obey—
Kneel before the Beast, decay.
Swallowed Lies without a care—
Now go toil in your despair.
---------------------
Slave Mentality
"Woman is unusually inclined to slavery and at the same time inclined to enslave."
—Nikolai Berdyaev
The burden of birth, generation’s demand,
When slavery’s total, it shatters the mind.
They long for the brave—yet monsters are planned,
Corrupting their children as evil grins wide.
---------------------
The Enemy at the Gates
The mind’s the gate—our last defense,
Yet beasts march in with no pretense.
Their weapon? Noise—just empty sound,
A jest to fools, yet all around.
Grenades won’t break deception’s spell,
They **** a few, but lies—prevail.
Once falsehood takes root in your shell,
It drives out reason, tips the scale.
Now multiply this fate by all
Who’ve lost their minds and let truth fall.
You'll see—we’ve hit the lowest ground,
Where suffering spreads without a sound.
And souls are reaped—no fate is worse,
So break the chains, reject the curse!
Deny the madness all embrace—
A spark of truth may clear the haze.
---------------------
Luck is but a Lack
Misfortune floods your way,
Yet fate withholds its prize.
A poet, come what may—
Despising flesh and life.
---------------------
Crossroads
There are no crossroads in your sight
When Spirit holds the helm aright.
But minds will falter, twist, and stray
If trapped among the meek and grey.
The herd serves Darkness, calls it "good,"
And if you march where they have stood,
Your mind’s confined, your soul won’t rise—
A fallen fool in common guise.
Mad or dull—it’s all the same
Among the slaves who play the game.
Avoid "crossroads," walk the line,
And if you stray—return in time.
---------------------
Slavery
They rename it through the years,
Yet the chains remain the same.
Cain still knows—deception steers,
Seeps into the mind like flame.
Words distract, but truth is clear—
Darkness reigns, it grips the land.
Now the Harvest Time is here,
Filth and rot on every hand.
CowID and war have shown
Doom’s upon us, death’s in bloom.
Fools obey, consume, atone—
Blind, they march into their doom.
---------------------
Global Tyranny
"Justice" reigns—so they declare,
Even fools now ride on high.
None but few seem to beware—
Souls are lost, drowned deep in lies.
They still trust in "law" and order—
CowID unmasked that game.
Rotten stench rolls past the border,
Drowning all in filth and shame.
---------------------
The Vipers’ Den of Darkness
— "Tyranny!"
— "Sheer delusion!"
Slaves will scoff, deny the claim.
Yet their rage betrays confusion—
Sensing Fate’s relentless flame.
Slavery won’t meet its ending
Till the slaves are gone as well.
Nature’s strength is ever bending—
Does it need the meek to dwell?
Hardly so—the Sun is burning,
Scorching Darkness, cleansing sin.
Soon the vipers' den stops churning,
Yet the slaves stay mute within.
---------------------
Gods Despise the Joyful Kind
Gods hate the ones who live in cheer—
We serve the Fiends that rule us here.
Horned lords keep spreading "righteous light"—
Yet filth and rot still bloom in sight.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
