Dedicated to Tarthang Tulku

Tulku’s genius cuts through lies —
Shadows dressed as grand events.
Time transcended, mind denies
What no thought can recompense.
Daring leaps and intuition,
****** toward a brighter sphere,
Shatter logic’s superstition —
Gray illusions we revere.



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The Passing of Crap Through the Ages

Dreams and myths — a base of lies.
Truth is darkness. Watch it grow:
Fascism in fresh disguise,
Once the fools are gone — new show.



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Myths reborn, the rot repeats.
Dead fools rise in fascist sheets.



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Dharmas? Armies.

Dharmas? Karmas?
Just more barracks.
Caged parade — a world of hacks.
**** play generals in their garb —
You serve time in deathless tracks.
Hell’s the norm. You die — you’re back,
Born again into the trap.
One vow left: revolt, attack.
New World's promise? Just a trap.

If you're filth and die a slave,
You’ll just stain the world again.
Shake the rot off while you live —
Intuition fights the chain.
Smash the lie — start with your own.
That’s the only purge that sticks.
Burn the shadows, face alone —
Be no coward. **** the tricks.



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Truth is war — begin inside.
Burn the filth your fears would hide.


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Fail to purge — you’ll serve again.
Hell reborn will wear your name.



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The “Citizen”

The “citizen” was born half-blind —
No mind at all, for who needs mind?
And should one spark begin to grow,
They’ll crush it fast, and make it slow.

The schools are traps, the lessons lies,
A twisted breed their plan supplies,
To raise him dumb and sacrifice —
A slave to feed the mouth of vice.

Why waste on guns or trigger men,
When lies are cheaper, deadlier then?
Their weapon: fear, instilled from birth —
To shake and bow, to doubt all worth.



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Where truth is feared and minds are chained,
The meek march in — already trained.



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Ego

Ego’s a label. But the threat
It brings is real — don’t you forget.
If ego plays “supreme command,”
The end’s an idiot, on brand.

The mind is second. Spirit reigns —
The one who dares must break the chains.
The ego’s place? A bug in soup,
No sugarcoats — just truth, no loop.

It thrives in fights, in dumb disputes,
Among its kind — the harshest brutes.
It claims to be your truest core,
Yet mimics parts and nothing more.

It’s bolts and screws in some machine.
So shut it down — and keep it clean.
Through Spirit’s force, reduce the mess —
You'll see the truth. No more, no less.

The Spirit leads. Thought should obey.
But ego leads the mind astray.
Through ego comes that fatal blur
Where all turns rotten — yes, for sure.

The world is rot. Most people? Loud
And ego-deep — a stinking crowd.
These yapping clowns, with every breath,
Declare that “I” outshouts all death.

But “I” is fake — a fleeting glitch
In this MECHANICAL-made pitch.
The Spirit’s vast. The shell’s a fake —
A mind that bows to ego’s ache.



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1.
Ego’s a bug in your brain’s old code —
Cut it out, or explode.

2.
Ego shouts: “I!” — but it’s just a glitch.
Spirit’s the power. **** the snitch.

3.
Your “I” is rust on Spirit’s flame.
Crush it — and rise beyond the game.

4.
It’s not “yourself” — it’s just a mask.
Smash ego. Wake. Complete the task.

5.
Ego’s a leash. You think you lead?
It walks you — while you bleed.

6.
Ego’s a parasite dressed as king.
Bow to the Spirit — or rot in the ring.

7.
That voice in your head? It’s not you — it's a lie.
Spirit is silent. Let ego die.

8.
Your “identity”? Just noise and smoke.
Burn it down — before you choke.

9.
Ego’s a clown in a godless play.
Tear off the mask — or waste your day.

10.
You think you're free? That “I” is a chain.
Spirit breaks through. Let ego wane.