Mar 12
In Hell
We toil, we bow, we serve, obey,
Let our souls just fade away.
Turned to cattle, bred to stay—
Yet we swear that it's okay.
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A world so strange—a firing ground,
Where every thought is shot and drowned.
Amidst the weak, a few remain,
Wounded, yet they shun the chain—
Thinking still, refusing fate,
Striving hard to stand and wait.
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Slavery’s the core affliction,
Source of endless sad reflections.
If ignored, the fool will chase
"Fortune" in a mindless race,
Dulled and drained, a willing pawn
In a world so crude, so wrong,
Where the twisted proudly say:
"Freedom" is the fools' ballet.
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They force their “good” through silent chains,
A subtle touch—no open pains.
And so the madmen, blind, obey,
Believing filth to be their way.
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Cupid, get lost—I've seen enough!
Breeding slaves is foolish stuff.
Dulling minds is all it brings,
Crushing souls beneath Devil's "kings".
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Teddy bears and childhood lies,
"Upbringing" is crude disguise.
Then comes "learning"—what a game,
Made to crush the sparks of flame.
Pointless labor, endless strain,
Drags the soul through dullest pain.
Till they’re left—distorted, weak,
Mindless fools too numb to speak.
Propaganda seals their fate,
Darkness claims them, soon or late—
Blind, obedient, unshaken,
Slaves so dreadfully forsaken.
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The Horror of a Hollow World
They shape your mind from childhood’s start,
Instill the filth, embed the part.
You trust the lie, you play the role,
Till all dissolves—entropy’s toll.
No noble ways, no truth, no spine,
Just weak examples, dim design.
For filth prevails where spirit fades,
And empty souls serve hollow shades.
They mold you for a stagnant fate,
A puppet born to serve the state.
And in the end, what’s left to find?
A fool, enslaved in soul and mind...
But lies they are—you’re more than clay,
Your mind, your flesh—just suits to wear.
To love the cage, to kneel, obey?
Throw out such madness, strip it bare!
For since your birth, they’ve dulled your sight,
To blind your soul, to ***** its might.
Their endless chants, their hollow lore—
That is the world whose name is Horror.
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Steelworkers forge the chains with pride,
While iron skulls breed thoughts denied.
Their madness molds, with blind embrace,
A brand-new prison for our race.
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We just chatter, fools in line,
Chasing women, feeling fine.
Let the world be bleak and hollow—
Winning hearts is all we follow.
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Madness rules—it’s no mistake,
Darkness thrives where minds break.
Through sheer folly, fiends command,
Twisting souls with iron hand.
Lunacy secures their reign,
Spreading chaos, breeding pain.
In this world so crude, so base,
Fools keep fools in their place.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
We toil, we bow, we serve, obey,
Let our souls just fade away.
Turned to cattle, bred to stay—
Yet we swear that it's okay.
---------------------
A world so strange—a firing ground,
Where every thought is shot and drowned.
Amidst the weak, a few remain,
Wounded, yet they shun the chain—
Thinking still, refusing fate,
Striving hard to stand and wait.
---------------------
Slavery’s the core affliction,
Source of endless sad reflections.
If ignored, the fool will chase
"Fortune" in a mindless race,
Dulled and drained, a willing pawn
In a world so crude, so wrong,
Where the twisted proudly say:
"Freedom" is the fools' ballet.
---------------------
They force their “good” through silent chains,
A subtle touch—no open pains.
And so the madmen, blind, obey,
Believing filth to be their way.
---------------------
Cupid, get lost—I've seen enough!
Breeding slaves is foolish stuff.
Dulling minds is all it brings,
Crushing souls beneath Devil's "kings".
---------------------
Teddy bears and childhood lies,
"Upbringing" is crude disguise.
Then comes "learning"—what a game,
Made to crush the sparks of flame.
Pointless labor, endless strain,
Drags the soul through dullest pain.
Till they’re left—distorted, weak,
Mindless fools too numb to speak.
Propaganda seals their fate,
Darkness claims them, soon or late—
Blind, obedient, unshaken,
Slaves so dreadfully forsaken.
---------------------
The Horror of a Hollow World
They shape your mind from childhood’s start,
Instill the filth, embed the part.
You trust the lie, you play the role,
Till all dissolves—entropy’s toll.
No noble ways, no truth, no spine,
Just weak examples, dim design.
For filth prevails where spirit fades,
And empty souls serve hollow shades.
They mold you for a stagnant fate,
A puppet born to serve the state.
And in the end, what’s left to find?
A fool, enslaved in soul and mind...
But lies they are—you’re more than clay,
Your mind, your flesh—just suits to wear.
To love the cage, to kneel, obey?
Throw out such madness, strip it bare!
For since your birth, they’ve dulled your sight,
To blind your soul, to ***** its might.
Their endless chants, their hollow lore—
That is the world whose name is Horror.
---------------------
Steelworkers forge the chains with pride,
While iron skulls breed thoughts denied.
Their madness molds, with blind embrace,
A brand-new prison for our race.
---------------------
We just chatter, fools in line,
Chasing women, feeling fine.
Let the world be bleak and hollow—
Winning hearts is all we follow.
---------------------
Madness rules—it’s no mistake,
Darkness thrives where minds break.
Through sheer folly, fiends command,
Twisting souls with iron hand.
Lunacy secures their reign,
Spreading chaos, breeding pain.
In this world so crude, so base,
Fools keep fools in their place.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
