Mar 17
From Dust to Dust, or the Road to a New Hell
Tinsel glitters, empty glare,
Fear and falsehood choke the air.
Time to leave—no turning back,
Dust to dust, from dust to black.
Dust to dust—this Hell decays,
Yet a New Hell waits ahead.
There, the Super-Fiends will reign,
Super-Lies and Super-Dread.
Hellish Spheres breed vipers vile,
Spawning monsters, goal in sight.
Even Satan, bored with style,
Leaves this Hell—it lacks in blight.
Thus, the path to Hell anew
Is the law none shall repeal.
Fools still trust the lies as true,
Worship chains and call them real...
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The Scavenger Good
Robin Hood was good, no doubt,
Stealing gold to spread about.
Yet the greatest wealth, you see,
Lies in minds that struggle free.
Darkness crowned the fools supreme,
Drowning reason, dimming light.
Now the world’s a filthy stream—
Evil’s waste has clogged the sight.
Clearing lies, unmasking fraud,
That’s the task for one anew.
Robin Hood must rise abroad—
Monsters lie too well, too true...
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******
******: jelly in his skull,
Lies swell thick—a tumor dull.
Fear runs boiling to his crown,
Madness marks him, sinking down.
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The Stool
Garbage heaps are spreading,
Land and sea decay.
Minds, like sponges, treading
Trash in disarray.
Worse inside the masses—
Madness takes its rule.
'Neath the Horned One’s glasses,
World becomes a stool.
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Fake Diseases
Coughing? Panic—
CowID it is.
Ears are ringing?
That’s the "AIDS."
— Hippo-clap, where does it spread?
— Not down there—it's in your head...
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— Hannah plus Trevor?
— Oh sure, it is "love"...
Till the cup runneth over—
Then push comes to shove.
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The Mire of a Servile World
The watchdog of Hell guards not its gates,
But shackles the minds to their lowly fates.
Trapped in the madness, they bow and obey—
What is this Hell?—Just fools in array.
Rotting in darkness, denied the right
To shape their truth, to share their light.
Fed with delusions from cradle to grave,
Drowning in mire, too broken to brave.
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No Path Through Delirium
No way out through fevered haze—
Wake up now, for heaven’s sake!
Stop believing shameless lies—
They will drag you to the grave.
Quit your whining, dreams won’t save—
Only ropes are left to wave.
War and CowID made it plain:
This world sank beneath the drain.
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Seas of sorrow, peaks of lies,
Serve the fiends—be blind, comply.
Tread that path, and soon you’ll see—
Hell awaits a wretch like thee.
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Too most fell for liars' game—
Vile beasts still play the same.
Now the world’s a reeking pit,
Where madmen proudly sit.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
Tinsel glitters, empty glare,
Fear and falsehood choke the air.
Time to leave—no turning back,
Dust to dust, from dust to black.
Dust to dust—this Hell decays,
Yet a New Hell waits ahead.
There, the Super-Fiends will reign,
Super-Lies and Super-Dread.
Hellish Spheres breed vipers vile,
Spawning monsters, goal in sight.
Even Satan, bored with style,
Leaves this Hell—it lacks in blight.
Thus, the path to Hell anew
Is the law none shall repeal.
Fools still trust the lies as true,
Worship chains and call them real...
---------------------
The Scavenger Good
Robin Hood was good, no doubt,
Stealing gold to spread about.
Yet the greatest wealth, you see,
Lies in minds that struggle free.
Darkness crowned the fools supreme,
Drowning reason, dimming light.
Now the world’s a filthy stream—
Evil’s waste has clogged the sight.
Clearing lies, unmasking fraud,
That’s the task for one anew.
Robin Hood must rise abroad—
Monsters lie too well, too true...
---------------------
******
******: jelly in his skull,
Lies swell thick—a tumor dull.
Fear runs boiling to his crown,
Madness marks him, sinking down.
---------------------
The Stool
Garbage heaps are spreading,
Land and sea decay.
Minds, like sponges, treading
Trash in disarray.
Worse inside the masses—
Madness takes its rule.
'Neath the Horned One’s glasses,
World becomes a stool.
---------------------
Fake Diseases
Coughing? Panic—
CowID it is.
Ears are ringing?
That’s the "AIDS."
— Hippo-clap, where does it spread?
— Not down there—it's in your head...
---------------------
— Hannah plus Trevor?
— Oh sure, it is "love"...
Till the cup runneth over—
Then push comes to shove.
---------------------
The Mire of a Servile World
The watchdog of Hell guards not its gates,
But shackles the minds to their lowly fates.
Trapped in the madness, they bow and obey—
What is this Hell?—Just fools in array.
Rotting in darkness, denied the right
To shape their truth, to share their light.
Fed with delusions from cradle to grave,
Drowning in mire, too broken to brave.
---------------------
No Path Through Delirium
No way out through fevered haze—
Wake up now, for heaven’s sake!
Stop believing shameless lies—
They will drag you to the grave.
Quit your whining, dreams won’t save—
Only ropes are left to wave.
War and CowID made it plain:
This world sank beneath the drain.
---------------------
Seas of sorrow, peaks of lies,
Serve the fiends—be blind, comply.
Tread that path, and soon you’ll see—
Hell awaits a wretch like thee.
---------------------
Too most fell for liars' game—
Vile beasts still play the same.
Now the world’s a reeking pit,
Where madmen proudly sit.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
