May 15
The soul must strive — or fade away,
Preserving light in depths of night.
Or else, the Filth will win the day,
And crush the spirit, bleating, "Right."
Once human — now they're hollow shells,
Who bowed before the Beast’s deceit.
See through the fog the False One spells,
And never kneel at Evil’s feet.
You serve the Goat when you comply,
When "duty" leads your blinded track,
When you let Darkness pass you by,
And praise the world that's lost the knack.
---------------------
The most important thing on Earth is the education of slaves
The Earth’s prime task — to raise a slave,
To train the mind to fear the breath.
"Obedience" — the law they crave,
And Evil speaks — you serve to death.
The "mind" they mold with silent chains,
Far stronger than the ones of steel.
With every age, this filth remains —
More vile, more proud of how you kneel.
---------------------
They teach you fear — then call it grace.
You die alive — and love your place.
---------------------
OverTime
Timelessness — beyond the clock,
There’s an Over-Time — dwell there.
Leave behind the hell-bound shock,
Time is soaked in blood and prayer.
---------------------
Time is blood. Step out. Transcend.
Only fools serve such an end.
---------------------
Hazy — Holy:
World and Soul.
Under tyrants —
Hell's control.
---------------------
Fog or Light — you make the call.
Serve the Beast — or stand tall.
---------------------
Soulless slaves
The docile slave goes off to war,
Deceived by lowborn fiends and liars.
He lost his self — and nothing more —
Drowned in a swamp of choking mires.
The docile slave took poison fast,
The fear injected — no resistance.
His life? Just waves of terror, cast
On soul and mind — with no assistance.
The docile slave passed every test —
From schools that dull and numb the brain.
A coward in a suit and vest,
Doomed offspring of a dying chain.
The docile slave breaks his own sons,
So they obey like broken tools.
And thus the breeding never's done —
Of soulless slaves for soulless rules.
---------------------
They train the kids to crawl and bow —
No soul remains. Just meat — for now.
---------------------
Cargo fascism
For “Motherland”? For Putler’s crew —
For yachts and gilded halls.
Cargo-fascism — evil’s zoo,
Dumb beasts in ******’s thralls.
A colony now plays pretend —
To be an empire bold.
Its madness bares a rotten end —
Insanity grown cold.
You “win” in asylums only —
No more than that, you see.
The nation sleeps, defeated, lonely —
It kills its own soul silently.
---------------------
You "fight for pride"? You die for gold.
The slave obeys — the lie grows bold.
---------------------
Something like "ethology"
"Ethology"? Not meant for souls
Born in hell but bearing light.
The fiendish horde plays twisted roles,
With “science” cloaked in fake insight —
Rotting lies in scholar’s scrolls.
“Psychology” — the devil’s dish,
Served by ghouls with soulless eyes.
These vampires drain the will to wish,
And breed dumb crowds through age-old lies.
Freuds and other twisted freaks
Have clouded mind and dimmed the flame.
But if for Freedom your heart speaks —
Then **** their tales and name their shame.
---------------------
They feed you Freud and call it truth —
While ******* dry your soul and youth.
---------------------
White "Papuans"
The “tribals” smile and nod along,
To every lie, to every wrong.
Dumbed down and stripped of every clue —
The wise, to them, are threats to sue.
There’s hordes of these — the witless kind,
Half-formed in body, lost in mind.
A real tribe lives with soul and ground,
Not in this slaughterhouse compound.
They turn whole nations into pens,
By threats alone — no need for sense.
The lies are cheap, absurdly stale,
Yet mass-produced beyond the pale.
Their ornaments aren’t beads or clay —
But filthy lies they wear all day.
They swallow every twisted word,
Like beasts who never found the third.
And every forecast ends in grief —
Dull minds beyond our bold belief.
That’s why this world — so proud, so cursed —
Devours its lies and asks for worse.
---------------------
They bow to lies and call it fate.
The beast obeys — the wise breed hate.
---------------------
Overton's Gap
A window breaks —
“Progress,” they claim.
But evil makes
The rules — and game.
The pressure grows,
No end in sight.
To feast on those?
Not “normal” — right?
But norms decay —
The door's ajar.
You’ll eat one day...
But death beats that by far.
---------------------
“Progress” shouts through shattered glass —
While Hell reshapes the feeding class.
---------------------
Something like "this is where souls gain experience"?
“Souls gain experience here”?
What twisted kind of joke?!
Hell is no school — it’s sheer
Abuse beneath the smoke.
If torment breeds “new wisdom,”
Then reason’s lost its name.
A demon wears the system
And teaches souls through shame?
No! Hell must be dismantled —
That’s truth the Spirit knows.
This filth is not to “handle,”
But burned — till nothing grows.
---------------------
No soul needs Hell to learn what's true —
It burns the weak, enslaves the few.
---------------------
Absurd
“Songs” and “dances” on command —
Fascist circus, vile and planned.
“Sing” obedience, bow your knees,
Like new “Germans” in the breeze.
New Führer wears a mask,
Chains unchanged — the same old task:
Propaganda, cops, and ****,
Thugs who crawl and beat the drum.
Sing, dance — forget the pain,
But once you’ve lost your mind’s domain,
You’re scurf beneath their cruel clutch,
And villains tear where skin is such.
---------------------
Sing lies, bow down, forget your shame —
The fascist dance plays still the same.
---------------------
Now...
Today, the Satanists speak loud —
Dr. Goebbels set the stage.
New fascists gather like a crowd,
A spiral down of rage.
The Führer’s smaller, weaker now,
The law of rot’s in play.
Only skins survive somehow,
While minds just fade away.
The trend is clear: a global camp,
A deathhouse dressed in lies.
Red Cross on white — a cruel stamp
For those with fractured minds.
---------------------
New fascists speak with devil’s voice —
Decay's law claims, no other choice.
---------------------
Change
Poison runs deep in veins —
Decay’s own venom flows.
This is our cursed age —
A spiteful, traitor’s show.
Few the minds that still survive,
The Spirit trapped in gloom.
Is this a nightmare’s lie,
This crushing heap of doom?
---------------------
Poison floods the veins of time —
A cursed age, a rotten crime.
---------------------
Propaganda
Death squads march in shadows deep —
Propaganda’s choking grip.
Think for yourself or just believe?
Or mind will take the trip.
Faith will turn against the soul,
To creatures foul and cruel.
Lies and fear beyond control —
Disaster is the rule.
---------------------
Dark squads **** with lies and fear —
Mindless faith feeds death’s frontier.
---------------------
New Fascism
Dr. Goebbels, new and sly —
The Führer’s just a clown.
A loser bred to falsify,
No rank can keep him down.
The zombibox rules the mind —
The clown leads media’s game.
Decay of thought, they grind,
Darkness needs a broken frame.
Lies are fascism’s sharpest blade.
It’s always been this way.
Now lies flood deep, a super-lax,
Washing brains in endless sway.
The Spirit’s cast out too —
This genocide’s core truth.
All signs of doom emerge anew,
When Mind’s been killed in youth.
Unnoticed, it creeps close —
As always, stealthy, cold.
One final step — the New Camp calls,
Forever to hold.
---------------------
New Goebbels, clown Führer’s face —
Lies the weapon, mind’s disgrace.
---------------------
"Collective Goebbels"
The “Collective Goebbels” now —
Putler led the vile start.
Lies spread wide, they’ll burn somehow
The world of fools and bought hearts.
Few are sane — genocide grows,
Its fruits feed death’s parade.
So all is lost when **** compose
The crowd that’s blindly swayed.
Only feelings rule the herd —
The deer’s mark, pure and clear.
“Intellect” is just a word
For others’ thoughts they cheer.
---------------------
Collective Goebbels — Putler’s spawn,
Lies so thick, the truth is gone.
Masses numb, a walking herd,
Brains dead, minds crushed by every word.
Few still think — the rest decay,
Genocide’s dark price they pay.
If the **** run all the show,
Hope is lost — just so you know.
Feelings reign, the deer all blind,
“Intellect” is left behind.
They worship lies, not their own mind —
Slaves to fools, forever blind.
---------------------
With "Greetings"...
I come to you with “greetings” grim —
Without madness, life’s a lie.
Falsehood answers all, so dim —
Easy way to break the mind.
So liars mad, a throng amassed,
In Hell’s world they claim their throne.
No tridents needed for the task —
Just deceit to rule alone.
Darkness reigns on every side,
Fools obey and bow in fear.
What’s the end? No place to hide —
Hell is built, the path is clear.
---------------------
Served right, if vile Evil's snare
Has trapped you, banishing your core,
Making you a trusting bear,
Believing filth you can't ignore.
The truth is simple: Spirit Pure —
Foundation strong, the Mind obeys.
Shun the Hell’s enslaving lure,
Respect only intuition’s ways.
It serves the Spirit, sharp and bright—
Don’t you blink, don’t lose your way.
The world has sunk below the night—
Root out fear, let it decay.
There’s a way: go deep inside,
You’ll find the edge where lies dissolve.
Where terror fails, and doubts subside—
Only Spirit stands, alive and bold.
---------------------
About True Friendship
“If you’re a slave, you cannot be a friend.
If you’re a tyrant, friendships meet their end.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
The myth of love and friendship stands—
A fable held by slavish hands:
“To us, it’s all, our sacred call!”
But only the lone stoic walks tall,
He alone can forge a bond
With Truth itself — the soul beyond.
Preserving light in depths of night.
Or else, the Filth will win the day,
And crush the spirit, bleating, "Right."
Once human — now they're hollow shells,
Who bowed before the Beast’s deceit.
See through the fog the False One spells,
And never kneel at Evil’s feet.
You serve the Goat when you comply,
When "duty" leads your blinded track,
When you let Darkness pass you by,
And praise the world that's lost the knack.
---------------------
The most important thing on Earth is the education of slaves
The Earth’s prime task — to raise a slave,
To train the mind to fear the breath.
"Obedience" — the law they crave,
And Evil speaks — you serve to death.
The "mind" they mold with silent chains,
Far stronger than the ones of steel.
With every age, this filth remains —
More vile, more proud of how you kneel.
---------------------
They teach you fear — then call it grace.
You die alive — and love your place.
---------------------
OverTime
Timelessness — beyond the clock,
There’s an Over-Time — dwell there.
Leave behind the hell-bound shock,
Time is soaked in blood and prayer.
---------------------
Time is blood. Step out. Transcend.
Only fools serve such an end.
---------------------
Hazy — Holy:
World and Soul.
Under tyrants —
Hell's control.
---------------------
Fog or Light — you make the call.
Serve the Beast — or stand tall.
---------------------
Soulless slaves
The docile slave goes off to war,
Deceived by lowborn fiends and liars.
He lost his self — and nothing more —
Drowned in a swamp of choking mires.
The docile slave took poison fast,
The fear injected — no resistance.
His life? Just waves of terror, cast
On soul and mind — with no assistance.
The docile slave passed every test —
From schools that dull and numb the brain.
A coward in a suit and vest,
Doomed offspring of a dying chain.
The docile slave breaks his own sons,
So they obey like broken tools.
And thus the breeding never's done —
Of soulless slaves for soulless rules.
---------------------
They train the kids to crawl and bow —
No soul remains. Just meat — for now.
---------------------
Cargo fascism
For “Motherland”? For Putler’s crew —
For yachts and gilded halls.
Cargo-fascism — evil’s zoo,
Dumb beasts in ******’s thralls.
A colony now plays pretend —
To be an empire bold.
Its madness bares a rotten end —
Insanity grown cold.
You “win” in asylums only —
No more than that, you see.
The nation sleeps, defeated, lonely —
It kills its own soul silently.
---------------------
You "fight for pride"? You die for gold.
The slave obeys — the lie grows bold.
---------------------
Something like "ethology"
"Ethology"? Not meant for souls
Born in hell but bearing light.
The fiendish horde plays twisted roles,
With “science” cloaked in fake insight —
Rotting lies in scholar’s scrolls.
“Psychology” — the devil’s dish,
Served by ghouls with soulless eyes.
These vampires drain the will to wish,
And breed dumb crowds through age-old lies.
Freuds and other twisted freaks
Have clouded mind and dimmed the flame.
But if for Freedom your heart speaks —
Then **** their tales and name their shame.
---------------------
They feed you Freud and call it truth —
While ******* dry your soul and youth.
---------------------
White "Papuans"
The “tribals” smile and nod along,
To every lie, to every wrong.
Dumbed down and stripped of every clue —
The wise, to them, are threats to sue.
There’s hordes of these — the witless kind,
Half-formed in body, lost in mind.
A real tribe lives with soul and ground,
Not in this slaughterhouse compound.
They turn whole nations into pens,
By threats alone — no need for sense.
The lies are cheap, absurdly stale,
Yet mass-produced beyond the pale.
Their ornaments aren’t beads or clay —
But filthy lies they wear all day.
They swallow every twisted word,
Like beasts who never found the third.
And every forecast ends in grief —
Dull minds beyond our bold belief.
That’s why this world — so proud, so cursed —
Devours its lies and asks for worse.
---------------------
They bow to lies and call it fate.
The beast obeys — the wise breed hate.
---------------------
Overton's Gap
A window breaks —
“Progress,” they claim.
But evil makes
The rules — and game.
The pressure grows,
No end in sight.
To feast on those?
Not “normal” — right?
But norms decay —
The door's ajar.
You’ll eat one day...
But death beats that by far.
---------------------
“Progress” shouts through shattered glass —
While Hell reshapes the feeding class.
---------------------
Something like "this is where souls gain experience"?
“Souls gain experience here”?
What twisted kind of joke?!
Hell is no school — it’s sheer
Abuse beneath the smoke.
If torment breeds “new wisdom,”
Then reason’s lost its name.
A demon wears the system
And teaches souls through shame?
No! Hell must be dismantled —
That’s truth the Spirit knows.
This filth is not to “handle,”
But burned — till nothing grows.
---------------------
No soul needs Hell to learn what's true —
It burns the weak, enslaves the few.
---------------------
Absurd
“Songs” and “dances” on command —
Fascist circus, vile and planned.
“Sing” obedience, bow your knees,
Like new “Germans” in the breeze.
New Führer wears a mask,
Chains unchanged — the same old task:
Propaganda, cops, and ****,
Thugs who crawl and beat the drum.
Sing, dance — forget the pain,
But once you’ve lost your mind’s domain,
You’re scurf beneath their cruel clutch,
And villains tear where skin is such.
---------------------
Sing lies, bow down, forget your shame —
The fascist dance plays still the same.
---------------------
Now...
Today, the Satanists speak loud —
Dr. Goebbels set the stage.
New fascists gather like a crowd,
A spiral down of rage.
The Führer’s smaller, weaker now,
The law of rot’s in play.
Only skins survive somehow,
While minds just fade away.
The trend is clear: a global camp,
A deathhouse dressed in lies.
Red Cross on white — a cruel stamp
For those with fractured minds.
---------------------
New fascists speak with devil’s voice —
Decay's law claims, no other choice.
---------------------
Change
Poison runs deep in veins —
Decay’s own venom flows.
This is our cursed age —
A spiteful, traitor’s show.
Few the minds that still survive,
The Spirit trapped in gloom.
Is this a nightmare’s lie,
This crushing heap of doom?
---------------------
Poison floods the veins of time —
A cursed age, a rotten crime.
---------------------
Propaganda
Death squads march in shadows deep —
Propaganda’s choking grip.
Think for yourself or just believe?
Or mind will take the trip.
Faith will turn against the soul,
To creatures foul and cruel.
Lies and fear beyond control —
Disaster is the rule.
---------------------
Dark squads **** with lies and fear —
Mindless faith feeds death’s frontier.
---------------------
New Fascism
Dr. Goebbels, new and sly —
The Führer’s just a clown.
A loser bred to falsify,
No rank can keep him down.
The zombibox rules the mind —
The clown leads media’s game.
Decay of thought, they grind,
Darkness needs a broken frame.
Lies are fascism’s sharpest blade.
It’s always been this way.
Now lies flood deep, a super-lax,
Washing brains in endless sway.
The Spirit’s cast out too —
This genocide’s core truth.
All signs of doom emerge anew,
When Mind’s been killed in youth.
Unnoticed, it creeps close —
As always, stealthy, cold.
One final step — the New Camp calls,
Forever to hold.
---------------------
New Goebbels, clown Führer’s face —
Lies the weapon, mind’s disgrace.
---------------------
"Collective Goebbels"
The “Collective Goebbels” now —
Putler led the vile start.
Lies spread wide, they’ll burn somehow
The world of fools and bought hearts.
Few are sane — genocide grows,
Its fruits feed death’s parade.
So all is lost when **** compose
The crowd that’s blindly swayed.
Only feelings rule the herd —
The deer’s mark, pure and clear.
“Intellect” is just a word
For others’ thoughts they cheer.
---------------------
Collective Goebbels — Putler’s spawn,
Lies so thick, the truth is gone.
Masses numb, a walking herd,
Brains dead, minds crushed by every word.
Few still think — the rest decay,
Genocide’s dark price they pay.
If the **** run all the show,
Hope is lost — just so you know.
Feelings reign, the deer all blind,
“Intellect” is left behind.
They worship lies, not their own mind —
Slaves to fools, forever blind.
---------------------
With "Greetings"...
I come to you with “greetings” grim —
Without madness, life’s a lie.
Falsehood answers all, so dim —
Easy way to break the mind.
So liars mad, a throng amassed,
In Hell’s world they claim their throne.
No tridents needed for the task —
Just deceit to rule alone.
Darkness reigns on every side,
Fools obey and bow in fear.
What’s the end? No place to hide —
Hell is built, the path is clear.
---------------------
Served right, if vile Evil's snare
Has trapped you, banishing your core,
Making you a trusting bear,
Believing filth you can't ignore.
The truth is simple: Spirit Pure —
Foundation strong, the Mind obeys.
Shun the Hell’s enslaving lure,
Respect only intuition’s ways.
It serves the Spirit, sharp and bright—
Don’t you blink, don’t lose your way.
The world has sunk below the night—
Root out fear, let it decay.
There’s a way: go deep inside,
You’ll find the edge where lies dissolve.
Where terror fails, and doubts subside—
Only Spirit stands, alive and bold.
---------------------
About True Friendship
“If you’re a slave, you cannot be a friend.
If you’re a tyrant, friendships meet their end.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
The myth of love and friendship stands—
A fable held by slavish hands:
“To us, it’s all, our sacred call!”
But only the lone stoic walks tall,
He alone can forge a bond
With Truth itself — the soul beyond.
