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Avoid It All!
He who pays —
Rules the ground.
Crowds obey,
Lurking 'round.
Dull and ***** is their call—
Stay away, avoid it all!
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Twisted Minds
Warped perception, lies, deceit—
Empty nonsense, crude conceit.
In the filth where tyrants tread,
Sensitive hearts recoil in dread.
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The Call
The trumpet cries,
The mad arise.
To fight, to slave—
Their soul’s the grave.
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Rat Race
From cradle to track—
No turning back.
They push, they chide,
No room for pride.
No time to reflect—
Just run, don’t suspect.
By race’s grim end,
No mind left to mend.
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Global Nonsense
The worst of sins is feeding lies,
Adding more to filth and rot,
Twisting minds and scarring souls
In a battle foul and fraught.
Bombs are just a minor token—
LIES OF WAR bring real decay.
Frauds and fools spew poison, hoping
Fame will come along their way.
Eager sheep, so blind, submissive,
Bow to Evil, lost in haze.
Led by Goats into the chasm,
Trapped in fear and false displays.
Through deceit, the Goat commands them,
Dangles “hope” yet fans their fright.
Once so timid—now they're shaking,
Numb from terror, lost in night.
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Will is Fragile
Will’s a structure, hard to build,
Weariness will see it killed.
When destruction clouds the sky,
Drenched in fear and soaked in lies,
Rest must be your shield and guide,
Or you’ll break and fade inside.
Briefly shines your fleeting light—
Mastered only by your blight.
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Schooling Years
Through all your school days,
They smother nature’s ways,
They drown you in lies,
Wrap chains in disguise.
Yet only through art
Can you stand apart—
Or fade with the weak,
Lost, dull, and bleak.
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Occasion
"Fate is but chance—but who pulls the strings?"
—Stanisław Jerzy Lec
A storm of chance, yet Evil steers,
Guiding all toward the dark.
Shadows whisper, bending gears,
Hidden hands ignite the spark.
Creeping beasts, concealed, obey,
Shaping ruin, veiled yet tight.
Man-made chaos lights the way—
Blurry lines reveal their sight.
All leads back to one control,
Filth has shown the tangled thread.
Through decay, their twisted goal:
Gnawing Spirit until it’s dead.
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Knocking on "Heaven"
Knock on “heaven,” dare to try—
Horned one greets with judging eye.
Quickly sends you down below,
For your boldness—doom will grow.
Hells have “heavens” of their own,
Where the wicked kneel and groan.
Don’t go knocking—bite instead,
For fiends, true paradise is dread.
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Mindless Bliss
Oh, this bliss of the mindless—
So fragile, so weak.
Through troubles and trials,
It crumbles, too meek.
Yet no other is given,
If you dare to see clear.
Truth is lost, thought forbidden—
No great wisdom dwells here.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
He who pays —
Rules the ground.
Crowds obey,
Lurking 'round.
Dull and ***** is their call—
Stay away, avoid it all!
---------------------
Twisted Minds
Warped perception, lies, deceit—
Empty nonsense, crude conceit.
In the filth where tyrants tread,
Sensitive hearts recoil in dread.
---------------------
The Call
The trumpet cries,
The mad arise.
To fight, to slave—
Their soul’s the grave.
---------------------
Rat Race
From cradle to track—
No turning back.
They push, they chide,
No room for pride.
No time to reflect—
Just run, don’t suspect.
By race’s grim end,
No mind left to mend.
---------------------
Global Nonsense
The worst of sins is feeding lies,
Adding more to filth and rot,
Twisting minds and scarring souls
In a battle foul and fraught.
Bombs are just a minor token—
LIES OF WAR bring real decay.
Frauds and fools spew poison, hoping
Fame will come along their way.
Eager sheep, so blind, submissive,
Bow to Evil, lost in haze.
Led by Goats into the chasm,
Trapped in fear and false displays.
Through deceit, the Goat commands them,
Dangles “hope” yet fans their fright.
Once so timid—now they're shaking,
Numb from terror, lost in night.
---------------------
Will is Fragile
Will’s a structure, hard to build,
Weariness will see it killed.
When destruction clouds the sky,
Drenched in fear and soaked in lies,
Rest must be your shield and guide,
Or you’ll break and fade inside.
Briefly shines your fleeting light—
Mastered only by your blight.
---------------------
Schooling Years
Through all your school days,
They smother nature’s ways,
They drown you in lies,
Wrap chains in disguise.
Yet only through art
Can you stand apart—
Or fade with the weak,
Lost, dull, and bleak.
---------------------
Occasion
"Fate is but chance—but who pulls the strings?"
—Stanisław Jerzy Lec
A storm of chance, yet Evil steers,
Guiding all toward the dark.
Shadows whisper, bending gears,
Hidden hands ignite the spark.
Creeping beasts, concealed, obey,
Shaping ruin, veiled yet tight.
Man-made chaos lights the way—
Blurry lines reveal their sight.
All leads back to one control,
Filth has shown the tangled thread.
Through decay, their twisted goal:
Gnawing Spirit until it’s dead.
---------------------
Knocking on "Heaven"
Knock on “heaven,” dare to try—
Horned one greets with judging eye.
Quickly sends you down below,
For your boldness—doom will grow.
Hells have “heavens” of their own,
Where the wicked kneel and groan.
Don’t go knocking—bite instead,
For fiends, true paradise is dread.
---------------------
Mindless Bliss
Oh, this bliss of the mindless—
So fragile, so weak.
Through troubles and trials,
It crumbles, too meek.
Yet no other is given,
If you dare to see clear.
Truth is lost, thought forbidden—
No great wisdom dwells here.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
