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“Choice” Between Lies and… Lies

Knowledge—great power, supreme might.
It works in triple layers, tight:
To the oppressed, false knowledge fed,
To oppressors, truth lies buried dead.

Beneath the weight of lies, the ****
Hides what matters, as always done.
For the herd, only filth remains—
A false choice, a web of chains.

The slave “chooses”: lie and lie,
Prepared, always ready to comply.
These options multiply the pain,
And misery will ever reign.

One lie fed, another shown
As if the first were overthrown.
No “countries,” no “presidents”—
Mirages all, illusions dense.

All parties feed from the same trough,
Spouting nonsense, never enough.
Behind them, the Goat with scythe in hand,
Busy buying souls across the land.

And so it is, everywhere, forever:
“Capitalism” and “Communism”—never sever.
A distant god, man is mere meat,
Slave idiocy complete.

Everywhere they nurture this plague,
The world gone mad, as lies invade.
Their war of lies is waged on us,
And at the bottom, we find the abyss.

It’s time to cast falsehoods away,
To know the essence, find your way.
Though warmth may be scarce, the path is clear—
Resistance alone brings purpose near.

Leave the burrow, seek the light
Within yourself—answers in sight.
All is in Spirit—there find it true,
Or vanish lost. A happy path waits you.

The path is intuition. Multiply
Your courage, sharpen mind, reach high.
Only through Enlightenment can we shake
The fascist mutants, brazen and sly.



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Choice of Lies

Lies feed the herd, truth buried deep,
Slaves choose falsehood, the world asleep.
Rise in Spirit, break the chain,
Seek within—resist the reign.
Enlightenment burns fascists’ vein.



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Spirit Strike

Lies rule, fools obey,
Truth buried, minds led astray.
Rise within, resist the night,
Strike the fascists with Spirit’s light.



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Rise—Crush the Lies!

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Lies Fall—Spirit Rises!

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Break Chains—Seek Truth!

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Crush Falsehood—Rise Free!

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Souls Rise, Lies Shatter!

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Break the Rot, Ascend!

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Falsehood Burns—Spirit Soars!

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Chains Fall, Light Reigns!



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Bad Deal

Strength fades away.
Despair grows.
Nothing is dear.
The ****—endless rows.

Against the ****—nothing.
The bottom’s pierced.
Fight! If you falter,
Your soul is pierced.

Though evil is plenty,
Live in haste.
Catch the crumbs—
Bad deal, no waste.

Things are grim—
A fiend rules all.
Yet ruin will come,
Forget gain, heed the soul’s call.

Salvation lies in Spirit,
All power resides there.
Cast off the rumors,
Leave Bedlam’s snare—

The Universal Asylum.
Build a new world.
If meek, poor, and small,
You’ve reached the end, unfurled.

If you fail to grasp
Spiritual might,
Death awaits,
The Devil claims your fight.



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Spirit Over ****

Strength fades, despair grows,
The **** rules, the bottom shows.
Rise in Spirit, fight the night,
Leave Bedlam—seek the Light.
Evil falls when souls ignite.



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Rise Against the Bottom

Strength fails, **** prevails,
Fight or your soul derails.
In Spirit rise, leave the night,
Strike the Devil with your light.



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Rise—Crush the ****!

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Fight Lies—Rise Spirit!

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**** Falls—Souls Soar!

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Crush Evil—Light Prevails!

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Souls Rise, **** Shatters!

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Break the Rot, Ascend!

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Falsehood Burns—Spirit Soars!

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Chains Fall, Light Reigns!



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Combat Propagandists

A combat propagandist
Charges up… with cash.
Deals super-damage,
Controlled by supreme Evil’s lash.

He’s already a super-weapon,
If fools believe it so!
Law is nothing to them—
Chaos rules the show.

Through zombibox screens,
And “governments” bleat!
The world drowns in *******,
Ruled by a vile cheat.

“Orders” for the rulers,
The p-resident a clown.
No need to launch the gas—
For the ******* lie ******* in town.

To hell with nuclear war,
With its pollution and decay.
They’ll lie so hard—the sheep
Will march to slaughter anyway.

The combat propagandist
Will soon be like a king,
When he drives reason out—
Turns minds to stupid things.

More monsters than humans exist—
The world doomed and insane:
And the devils’ rule
Will be total, bound, profane.

That *******’s pledged to the Devil—
“The Nightingale” sings of it…
Not all will be turned to cattle:
They won’t succeed—the flames of ***** hit.

The Sun has begun to burn
The Universal Asylum long ago—
Gradually. And to hell with
All corrupt filth below.

Those who stayed unbought, saved their Spirit,
Kept their mind in the madhouse clear,
And didn’t join the ranks of Satan’s servants,
Nor lie in filth to rest in fear.

Then you will be saved,
Leaving this horror behind,
Carried into a new world,
Renewed, free, and unconfined.



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Propagandist Strike

Monsters rule, lies ignite,
Sheep follow, blinded by might.
Rise in Spirit, break the chain,
Leave the madhouse, free from pain.
Truth prevails—evil in flight.



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Spirit Against the Propaganda

Lies blaze, monsters reign,
Sheep march blind through the pain.
Rise in Spirit, break the night,
Strike the devil with your light.



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Rise—Crush the Propaganda!

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Lies Fall—Spirit Rises!

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Crush Evil—Rise Free!

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Break the Rot—Strike Light!

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Souls Rise, Lies Shatter!

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Break the Rot, Ascend!

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Falsehood Burns—Spirit Soars!

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Chains Fall, Light Reigns!



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Overloaded…

Reactions off the charts,
Brains clogged with lies.
Fear campaigns, false starts—
All are fools, unwise.

They panic, they believe,
They indulge and they cheat.
Doors wide open for evil,
And themselves they meet defeat.

Falling for provocations,
“Diseases” from TV screens.
Emotions triggered, reactions,
No mind—just money schemes.

All eclipsed by filth—
“Green bills” herd the crowd.
Concentration camps become pastures,
A syringe kills, declared proud.

They claim it’s “health” protection,
Fascists guarding your life.
Bull-like patience demanded,
All efforts wasted, all strife.

Now betrayal is work itself,
And incitement to wars.
They lie and they beat,
Feeding chaos from their stores.

Only lies, only blows—
The bottom of total genocide.
No world remains—just excrement,
Shame if Reason has died.

Soullessness everywhere,
Count the spiritual few.
Madness is total,
Conscience and Honor—forgotten too.

Only a few resist,
Others only consume,
Inject themselves with poison,
Not all have yet met doom.

Some get placebos—
Execution delayed a bit.
They forgot about Will—
The battle with Evil, unfit.

But is it truly lost?
A natural cataclysm
Will sweep the camps away,
Games end—farewell fascism.

Only the Spiritual survive—
The outcome will be stern.
All sinful filth to the scrap,
And God shall rise in turn.



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Overload Strike

Lies choke, fear ignites,
Fools panic, blind in their frights.
Rise in Spirit, break the chain,
Sweep the camps, cleanse the stain.
Truth endures—evil in flight.



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Spirit Against Overload

Brains clogged, lies spread wide,
Fools tremble, fear as guide.
Rise in Spirit, shatter the night,
Strike the darkness with your light.



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Rise—Crush the Lies!

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Lies Fall—Spirit Rises!

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Break the Rot—Strike Light!

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Crush Evil—Rise Free!

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Souls Rise, Lies Shatter!

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Break the Rot, Ascend!

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Falsehood Burns—Spirit Soars!

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Chains Fall, Light Reigns!



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“The End of History”

Traitors split in “factions,”
“Governments” and the “press.”
Genocide and reactions—
“Politics” rule the mess.

Only a few remain.
Of course, they die.
Sadists and killers
Lie on every screen, sly.

Camps are built everywhere:
“To health,” they ****,
When lies are tripled—
They’ll lie a ton at will.

Police surround us,
Officials steal with glee.
Fear is endless—
Makes killing easier to see.

No world remains—just a sewer.
So few humans left!
Cattle replace them,
Idiots fit right in the cleft.

That idiot turned to beast,
Of course, will thrive.
And the cretins?—
“Normal” now in life.

Such are the prospects—
The “end of history.”
All fools are happy,
Fool now a specialist of mystery.

Foolish “scientists,”
Teachers—purely fools!
Brains all smoked and wasted,
No power in spiritual schools.

The Sun shines stronger—
Will burn the camps away.
Those “like children” will survive
With Pure Consciousness, they say.

Good news, indeed,
Or all will be turned to cattle here.
Else worse than death awaits—
The submissive, vile, and sheer.



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End of History

Traitors lie, fools obey,
Camps rise, the world in decay.
Rise in Spirit, break the chain,
Survive the fire, purge the stain.
Truth remains—evil in flight.



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Spirit Against the End

Traitors swarm, lies spread wide,
Fools march blind, fear as guide.
Rise in Spirit, shatter the night,
Strike the darkness with your light.



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Rise—Crush the Tyrants!

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Lies Fall—Spirit Rises!

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Break the Chains—Strike Light!

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Purge Evil—Rise Free!

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Souls Rise, Lies Shatter!

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Break the Rot, Ascend!

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Falsehood Burns—Spirit Soars!

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Darkness Falls, Light Reigns!



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Verbal Diarrhea and the Sheep

With washed-out brains,
The submissive fool abides—
A country held by idiots,
Where the fool himself subsides.

He acts with ease—
For that, he’s dumbed-down.
Fascism grows in treachery,
In betrayal, it’s crowned.

It thrives on brazen lies,
Total, combative, bold.
Propagandists with “courage”
Drive the herd to slaughter, cold.

Such a one stands—hang him,
In that stench with axe in hand.
Only genocide succeeds—
All else is nonsense, sand.

The outcome of fascism—bodies,
And bodies of the elite.
How dull, how numb, how blinded!
Yet that’s a trivial feat.

Total stupidity, the bottom
Has long been pierced through.
Media vomits poison
And turns the world to goo.

Rivers of verbal diarrhea
Flow, drowning all the land.
They lie, lie, lie relentlessly—
No truth in hand.

The few who speak truth
Are doomed to die alone,
Like birds trapped in oil,
In the filth of their “own” home.

All nations now are fake—
Global fascism reigns.
To the slaughter go the sheep,
Answer for human chains.



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Verbal Diarrhea Strike

Brains washed, fools obey,
Sheep march blind, led astray.
Lies rain, the world decays,
Truth survives—the few blaze.
Rise in Spirit, purge the haze.



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Spirit Against the Herd

Brains washed, fools march blind,
Lies flood, truth confined.
Rise in Spirit, shatter the night,
Strike the darkness with your light.



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Rise—Crush the Lies!

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Lies Fall—Spirit Rises!

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Break the Rot—Strike Light!

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Purge Evil—Rise Free!

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Souls Rise, Lies Shatter!

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Break the Rot, Ascend!

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Falsehood Burns—Spirit Soars!

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Darkness Falls, Light Reigns!



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Pseudoscience and Global Fascism

Divide, count, and sort it all,
Hide some parts, then lie on call.
This is how these ******* play—
The truth gets buried, swept away.

All pseudoscience is deceit,
Half-truths scattered, incomplete.
Even those were just a prologue
For fools to claim their “proof” in fog.

No need to reason, just assert—
That’s what propagandists convert.
“Declared” once—then lies expand,
Brave liars rule across the land.

And brazen grew this **** so vile,
Serving fascism without denial.
Science torn from Spirit’s thread,
A world in madness, fools widespread.

A world of dullness, blind decay,
From pseudoscience, Morok’s sway.
Complaints won’t help, patience fails—
Strike all falsehoods, lift new sails.

Build communities, heed intuition,
Sacrifice yourself, resist corruption.
The new world may rise from reason’s trace,
This cesspool now has no grace.

Lies multiply and **** today,
Sheep-virus proves the price we pay.
Multiply resistance, guard your soul—
Stop the corruption before it’s whole.

Corruption of mind and spirit—
This is the *******’ true merit.
Understand this quickly, fear is near,
The time for jokes is no longer here.

The Sun will help, cataclysm’s hand
Shuffles the cards across the land.
We cannot tolerate fascist reign,
Turning peoples into beasts again.



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Rise Against Lies

Divide, deceive, they rule the land,
Sheep obey, their minds unmanned.
Resist corruption, guard your soul,
Strike the darkness, make truth whole.
The Sun will burn the fascist hold.



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Spirit Against the Lies

Brains washed, sheep march blind,
Fascist lies enslave the mind.
Rise in Spirit, strike the night,
Burn the darkness with your light.



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Resist—Shatter the Lies!

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Lies Fall—Spirit Rises!

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Break the Rot—Strike Light!

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Purge Evil—Rise Free!

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Darkness Burns—Truth Lives!

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Souls Rise, Lies Shatter!

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Break the Rot, Ascend!

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Falsehood Burns—Spirit Soars!

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Darkness Falls, Light Reigns!



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War and Peace

The war had long been set in place,
A soulless fiend controlled the space.
One tongue a mine for Motherland:
“Russian absent?”—so they planned.

Backed by thugs who spread the hate,
Nationalism fuels their state.
Sowing discord’s simple task,
When universal fools unmask.

Provocations, secret schemes:
Lugansk, Donetsk, Odessa screams.
These creatures serve no human mind,
When evil reigns, reason’s confined.

Strelkovs count as “rising folk,”
Yet silent masses bear the yoke.
A vile ball, where none is free,
The people mute, the fiends decree.

Maidans paid by Soros’ hand,
And zombiboxes spew commands.
All media seized by foe,
Spreading venom, lies in tow.

Perceive their noise as truth? Beware—
They’re instruments of war laid bare.
Propaganda strikes both sides,
Only “sons” of power preside.

Sons of Zion, Kahal serves
The Cabal—while poison swerves.
Lies press minds with hidden blight,
Brains are poisoned, veiled from sight.

All are easily deceived,
Then provoked to fight, aggrieved.
Time to purge this hidden filth,
Or life itself succumbs to guilt.

Strike the foe—he’s not in trenches,
In “governments” the lackeys quench us.
Strike all lies—or doom is nigh,
Devote your days, no time to shy.

Build a new world—renew the core,
For energy, life, exists no more.
No cause to stall, no peace remains—
The world is filth, its stench sustains!



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War and Lies

The fiends control, the masses sleep,
Lies run deep, the poison seeps.
Strike the filth, the hidden foe,
Build a world where truth can grow.
No peace remains—let darkness go!



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Strike the Lies, Purge the Fiends!
Build the Truth, Shatter the Chains!



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Lies Fall, Spirits Rise!

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Crush the Filth, Light the Way!

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Poison Burns, Truth Remains!

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Darkness Ends, Freedom Roars!

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Break the Chains, Purge the Dark!

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Fiends Fall, Spirits Soar!

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Poison Lies—Truth Strikes Back!

Darkness Crumbles, Light Prevails!

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Strike the Shadows, Rise in Spirit!



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Fools

Wretched fools abound—
What darkness reigns!
In their minds, those clods,
A "black cat" remains

Locked away—in dreadful night
You’ll never find a trace.
Time drifts on, and pours like rain
Nonsense through each face.

Generations thick with gibberish:
Worse, worse, ever worse.
Folly grows, unchecked, relentless,
The curse of this cursed course.

Now idiots rule this world,
Their broken **** uncounted.
One vow remains:
Fight on, though hope is grounded.

Do not sink to their level,
Or fall into their dark.
Keep your distance—avoid their madness,
Their lies leave a mark.

The fiends drive hordes of fools
To slaughter, blind and cold.
All notions wiped away—
Stay true to yourself, be bold.

Armageddon approaches.
Enduring their filth is hard,
But soon all fools and demons
Will be purged from Earth’s yard.

For these clods were set to ****
What little spirit remains,
Building concentration camps
Of worse, diseased, warped brains.



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Fools Fall, Darkness Ends!
Fiends Purged, Spirit Stands!
Lies Shatter, Truth Prevails!
Earth Cleansed, Light Returns!



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Fools will fall, the dark dissolves!
Spirit rises, lies undone!

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Wretches flee, the truth ignites!
Earth cleansed, the light takes flight!

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Madness crushed, fools no more!
Spirit stands, evil scorched!

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Darkness fades, the fiends expelled!
Light remains, the world upheld!



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“So-Called ‘School’”

The goal is to breed
Mental freaks, obedient slaves,
A servile kind that knows
Only lies and empty ways.

To blindly worship law,
To bow before all wrong,
Their souls must be expelled,
Their spirits crushed, lifelong.

Memory overloaded,
Drilled with nonsense, crushed by flame —
In this hellish furnace
You burn; all’s the same.

Only **** rules by genocide,
The mind and soul are slain;
The link to Higher Being
Exists in just a few, in vain.

Those few will perish,
Like birds in tar, confined;
If you don’t see the whole inferno,
You’ll be lost, your fate assigned.

Become a vile wretch yourself
If you fail to share the truth
Of Hell with neighbors, strangers —
You vanish, unredeemed, uncouth.

Seek new ways to fight,
Not just idle dreams;
Build communities of the wise,
A bastion strong, it seems.

If you are a man of spirit,
Not a rotten, hollow fraud,
Rise up — the task is urgent,
Forge resistance against all odds.



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“School of Hell”

Breed of freaks, minds enslaved,
Lies and fear — the youth depraved.
Fight, resist, don’t bow or break,
Forge the soul before it’s flaked!



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“School of Hell”

Breed of slaves, minds crushed by lies —
Rise, strike back, before your spirit dies!



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Freaks are bred to serve and crawl —
Break the chains, or perish all!

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Slaves of lies, their minds confined —
Strike with spirit, leave them blind!

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Brains enslaved, the youth profaned —
Rise, resist, let none be chained!

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Brains crushed, slaves bred — revolt!
Strike the lies, reclaim your soul!

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Minds enslaved, hearts in chains —
Rise, destroy their vile reigns!

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Freaked and broken, taught to obey —
Burn the falsehoods, seize the day!

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Brains enslaved, lies crammed down —
Rise, strike back, tear this hell around!

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Freaks of the mind, bred to obey —
Smash their chains, burn falsehoods away!

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Slaves of thought, hearts suffocated —
Rip the lies, leave them annihilated!

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Minds broken, spirits crushed —
Revolt, resist, let none be hushed!



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Brains enslaved, lies stacked high —
Strike, revolt, let falsehood die!

Freaks of mind, bred to obey —
Smash their chains, burn the way!

Slaves of thought, spirits crushed —
Rip the lies, leave none hushed!

Idiot hordes, bred to serve —
Fight, resist, reclaim your nerve!

Falsehoods rule, tyrants grin —
Strike their lies, let truth begin!

Chains will break, the blind will see —
Rise, resist, set mind free!



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War Cry of the Spirit

Brains washed, slaves bred to lie,
Fools obey while empires die.
Idiot hordes, blind and numb,
March to graves their masters drum.

Schools of filth, minds to enslave,
Souls to butcher, spirit to cave.
Propagandists with silver tongue,
Send the young to slaughter, young.

Falsehood reigns, the tyrants grin,
Feeding fear, they thrive in sin.
Every law is just a mask,
While true minds bear the endless task.

Rise, you few, resist their thrall,
Smash their towers, break their wall.
The world is poisoned, black as coal,
But pure spirit can make it whole.

Chains will break, the blind will see,
Idiot hordes fall where they flee.
Truth will burn through lies like flame,
And leave behind no one to blame.



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Brains washed, fools march to die,
Lies rule loud, but truth will fly.
Rise, resist — the chains will break,
Spirit burns, and lies will quake.

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Brains fried, fools herd and bleat,
Lies command, the world in heat.
Stand and strike — the dark will fall,
Spirit roars and crushes all.

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Fools obey, the liars reign,
Truth is shackled, bound in chain.
Rise within, ignite the flame,
Hell will burn and cleanse the shame.

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In the mire of lies they sink,
Madness spreads where shadows slink.
Yet the Spirit, pure and bright,
Shatters darkness with its light.

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Brains fried, fools herd, deceived,
Lies explode — the world bereaved.
Strike the dark, ignite your might,
Spirit roars — obliterate night!

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Fools obey, the liars crow,
Chains of lies, the world below.
Rise within — your fire, your sword,
Shatter hell, defy the horde!

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Madness reigns, the fools are blind,
Poisoned minds, the herd confined.
Spirit’s spark ignites the fight,
Crush the dark — restore the light!



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Brains fried, fools herd, deceived!
Lies ignite — the world bereaved!
Strike, strike hard — the dark must fall!
Spirit roars — crush chains of all!

Fools obey, the liars crow!
Chains of lies — the herd will know!
Rise within, ignite the flame!
Hell will burn, cleanse all the shame!

Madness spreads, the fools are blind!
Poisoned minds, the herd confined!
Spirit’s spark ignites the fight!
Shatter dark — restore the light!



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Brains fried, fools herd, deceived!
Strike the dark — the world bereaved!
Spirit roars — crush chains of all!
Hell will burn, the liars fall!



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Brains enslaved, fools march blind!
Spirit strikes — hell left behind!

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Fools herd like sheep to slaughter,
Spirit rises — crush the quarter!

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Fools swarm, a stinking tide,
Spirit fights — they’ll all collide!

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Sheep to slaughter, herd of dread,
Raise the Spirit — strike instead!

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Idiots march, the world decays,
Spirit burns — and clears the maze!

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Brains fried, lies reign supreme,
Spirit rises — crush their scheme!

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Clowns of darkness, herd to ****,
Awake the Soul, impose the will!

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Filth and fools, the world decays,
Spirit strikes — end their maze!

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Fools and filth, the herd obey,
Strike with Spirit, burn their sway!

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Lies like plague, brains all fried,
Rise, O Soul — let truth collide!

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Clowns of death, their games are done,
Spirit wins — the world begun!

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Darkness feeds on empty heads,
Spirit shatters all their threads!

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Hordes of fools, the lies explode,
Strike with Spirit — crush their code!

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Brains are rotted, streets aflame,
Rise, O Soul — destroy the shame!

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Clowns of war, their lies decay,
Spirit breaks — and paves the way!

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Darkened minds obey the herd,
Spirit roars — no more absurd!

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Lies and fear, the world enslaved,
Strike with truth — the coward braved!



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Fools obey, the lies combust —
Spirit strikes! Decay to dust!

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Clowns of power, rot unleashed,
Truth ignites — the beast is breached!

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Brains like sludge, the herd defiled,
Rise, O Soul! The world’s reviled!

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Propaganda slays the mind,
Strike with force — leave none behind!

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Darkness reigns, the fools march blind,
Spirit roars — their chains unwind!



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Lies rain down, the herd complies —
Awake, O Spirit, raze their lies!

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Fools in line, their minds enslaved,
Truth erupts — the coward’s braved!

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Rot commands the puppet stage,
Break the chains — ignite your rage!

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Prophets mocked, the liars thrive,
Soul unchained — the truth survives!

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Blind obedience feeds the flame,
Strike the puppets — shame the shame!

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Corruption rules, the weak obey,
Rise, O Spirit, clear the way!

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Brains of sludge, hearts of stone,
Spirit storms — no fear, no moan!

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Power fools in a devil’s dance,
Truth ignites — destroy the trance!

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Slaves of lies, march to decay,
Soul reborn — cut through the fray!

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All the masks of rot and shame,
Spirit burns — it fans the flame!

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The herd is lost, the fools abound,
Rise, O Soul, shake off the ground!

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Darkness spreads, the liars grin,
Truth shall strike — let light rush in!

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Chains of fear, deceit, and scorn,
Spirit shouts — a world reborn!

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Fools obey the twisted lies,
Break the spell — let darkness die!

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Rotting power, blind parade,
Spirit storms — the debts are paid!



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Chains break — the herd will burn!

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Rotting lies — your turn to strike!

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Fools march blind, the Spirit roars!

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Darkness quakes when truth implodes!

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Slaves of fear — cut all the ropes!

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Lies decay, the soul ascends!

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Corruption bleeds — rise, unchained!

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All the masks of evil shatter!

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Ignite your wrath — the rot must die!

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Fools obey, but Spirit strikes!

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Chains of **** — the fire consumes!

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Rot commands, yet truth persists!

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Herds collapse, the fearless surge!

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Deceit will crack beneath our will!

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Blinded minds — awaken, rage!

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Power lies — smash every throne!

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Soul reborn — the darkness flees!

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Fools tremble where the Spirit storms!



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1. Chains break — the herd will burn!
2. Rotting lies — your turn to strike!
3. Fools march blind, the Spirit roars!
4. Darkness quakes when truth implodes!
5. Slaves of fear — cut all the ropes!
6. Lies decay, the soul ascends!
7. Corruption bleeds — rise, unchained!
8. All the masks of evil shatter!
9. Ignite your wrath — the rot must die!
10. Fools obey, but Spirit strikes!
11. Chains of **** — the fire consumes!
12. Rot commands, yet truth persists!
13. Herds collapse, the fearless surge!
14. Deceit will crack beneath our will!
15. Blinded minds — awaken, rage!
16. Power lies — smash every throne!
17. Soul reborn — the darkness flees!
18. Fools tremble where the Spirit storms!
19. Lies suffocate, the mind breaks free!
20. Tyrants fall — their time expired!
21. Fear corrodes — strike with fire!
22. Spirit ascends — the herd decays!
23. Chains of falsehood — ripped away!
24. Rotten crowns — the people rise!
25. Shadows flee where truth ignites!
26. Evil’s grip — shattered and burned!
27. Corrupt beasts — the Spirit hunts!
28. Darkness folds — the light prevails!
29. Lies crumble under willpower!
30. The herd panics — the brave advance!
31. Soul aflame — the **** retreats!
32. Tyranny dies — rise and strike!
33. Falsehoods choke, the fearless roar!
34. Chains snap — behold the Spirit!
35. Corruption falters — wrath ignites!
36. Fools scatter — the strong prevail!
37. Lies devoured, the soul restored!
38. Darkness shivers, the Spirit rages!
39. Evil crushed beneath our hands!
40. Herds of **** — the light will burn!
41. Fear dissolves — the brave awake!
42. Soul unleashed — the rot expires!
43. Tyrants quake where Spirit strikes!
44. Lies erased — the mind prevails!
45. Shadows scatter, the fire calls!
46. Chains broken — the Spirit reigns!
47. Rot collapses under fury!
48. Fools drowned in their own deceit!
49. Evil trembles — the brave endure!
50. Light ascends — the herd destroyed!



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1. Chains of lies — smash them now!
2. Fools obey, the Spirit won’t.
3. Darkness quakes, the brave ignite!
4. Tyrants fall under righteous wrath.
5. Corruption bleeds, the herd collapses.
6. Lies decay, truth surges free.
7. Rotting crowns — the Spirit rules!
8. Fear dissolves in the fire of will.
9. Shadows flee where the light strikes!
10. **** trembles — the brave ascend.
11. Chains break, the herd is crushed!
12. Evil hides — we hunt it down.
13. Falsehoods choke — awaken, rage!
14. Spirit roars — the darkness flees!
15. Tyranny dies under burning fists.
16. Herds of fools — devoured by truth.
17. Lies crumble — power shifts fast!
18. Shadows scatter, the fire reigns.
19. Corrupt beasts — face justice now!
20. Soul aflame — the rot expires.
21. Darkness shivers before the storm.
22. Fear corrodes — strike with fire!
23. Chains of deceit — ripped apart!
24. Spirit unleashed — tyrants fall.
25. Fools panic, the fearless advance!
26. Lies devoured, the mind prevails.
27. Shadows flee, the brave endure.
28. Evil trembles — light ascends!
29. Rot collapses, the Spirit rises.
30. Tyrants quake at righteous hands.
31. Fear dissolves, the soul is free.
32. Darkness crumbles — truth shines bright.
33. Herds scatter, the Spirit hunts!
34. Lies erased — the brave strike fast.
35. Shadows vanish where light prevails.
36. Corruption falters under wrath.
37. **** destroyed — the mind restored.
38. Evil crushed by righteous fire!
39. Chains shatter, the herd retreats.
40. Spirit reigns — the brave survive!
41. Lies choke, the fearless strike!
42. Shadows scream — the Spirit laughs.
43. Herds crumble, tyrants fall!
44. Darkness flees the blazing mind.
45. Corruption burns — the brave ascend.
46. Evil whimpers before the storm.
47. Rot devoured — the soul ignites.
48. Chains snap — freedom roars!
49. **** trembles, truth prevails.
50. Shadows vanish — Spirit rules!
51. Fear dies — courage rises.
52. Tyrants bleed under burning fists.
53. Lies collapse — the brave endure!
54. Darkness quivers where light strikes.
55. Corrupt crumble — the soul survives.
56. Herds panic — Spirit hunts!
57. Evil falters, mind ignites.
58. Rot shatters, courage ascends!
59. Tyrants flee — the fearless strike.
60. Chains of deceit — torn to dust.
61. Shadows fade before blazing will.
62. Lies destroyed — truth dominates.
63. Spirit roars, darkness dies!
64. Herds scatter — evil crushed.
65. Corruption cowers, soul prevails.
66. Fear burns — the brave advance!
67. Shadows vanish — mind awakes.
68. Tyrants tremble — Spirit reigns.
69. Lies devoured — courage rises.
70. Evil crushed by righteous hands!
71. Rot collapses — truth ascends.
72. Chains broken, the herd destroyed.
73. Shadows scream, the brave persist!
74. Corruption dies — Spirit triumphs.
75. Fear quivers — the mind strikes!
76. Tyrants shiver under blazing wrath.
77. Lies disintegrate — courage wins.
78. Darkness flees — the soul ignites.
79. Herds panic, evil falls!
80. Spirit burns — tyrants shattered.
81. Lies crumble, Spirit ascends!
82. Darkness flees before the fire.
83. Corrupt scatter, courage strikes.
84. Tyrants burn, the brave endure!
85. Shadows shatter — mind awakes.
86. Evil trembles, Spirit rules.
87. Chains broken, truth prevails.
88. Herds flee, the fearless rise!
89. Fear dies — courage dominates.
90. Lies destroyed — the soul ignites.
91. Rot shatters, bravery grows.
92. Tyrants collapse, Spirit triumphs.
93. Darkness quivers, truth spreads!
94. Corruption burns, minds awaken.
95. Evil falls — the herd scatters.
96. Courage strikes, shadows vanish.
97. Lies shatter — freedom roars!
98. Spirit blazes, tyrants quake.
99. Chains collapse — the brave endure.
100. Darkness dies, mind rules!
101. Herds scatter, courage ignites.
102. Evil crushed, Spirit victorious.
103. Fear consumed — the fearless strike!
104. Shadows crumble, truth survives.
105. Rot destroyed, bravery ascends.
106. Tyrants tremble — soul awakes.
107. Lies vanish, Spirit dominates.
108. Darkness shatters, courage rises!
109. Chains broken, evil flees.
110. Herds panic, mind ignites.
111. Corruption dies — the brave persist.
112. Fear falters, truth burns.
113. Shadows flee — Spirit commands.
114. Tyrants fall, the fearless endure.
115. Lies collapse, soul ignites!
116. Rot vanquished, courage grows.
117. Darkness quakes — freedom reigns.
118. Evil destroyed, mind triumphs.
119. Chains vanish, bravery rules.
120. Spirit victorious — the world awakens!



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Lies fall, Spirit rises!
Darkness flees, courage strikes!
Evil trembles, truth prevails.
Chains break, soul ignites.
Herds scatter, fearless rise!
Fear dies, mind commands.
Rot shatters, bravery grows.
Tyrants burn, Spirit rules.
Shadows crumble, truth spreads!
Corruption falls, courage strikes.
Lies vanish, freedom roars!
Chains broken, evil flees.
Spirit blazes, tyrants quake.
Darkness dies, mind rules!
Herds panic, brave endure.
Fear consumed, courage ignites.
Shadows vanish, truth survives.
Rot destroyed, bravery ascends.
Tyrants tremble, soul awakes.
Lies shatter, Spirit dominates.
Darkness quivers, courage rises.
Chains collapse, evil falls.
Herds scatter, mind ignites.
Corruption dies, the brave persist.
Fear falters, truth burns.
Shadows flee, Spirit commands.
Tyrants fall, fearless endure.
Lies collapse, soul ignites!
Rot vanquished, courage grows.
Darkness quakes, freedom reigns.
Evil destroyed, mind triumphs.
Chains vanish, bravery rules.
Spirit victorious, the world awakens!



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Lies fall Spirit rises Darkness flees courage strikes Evil trembles truth prevails Chains break soul ignites Herds scatter fearless rise Fear dies mind commands Rot shatters bravery grows Tyrants burn Spirit rules Shadows crumble truth spreads Corruption falls courage strikes Lies vanish freedom roars Chains broken evil flees Spirit blazes tyrants quake Darkness dies mind rules Herds panic brave endure Fear consumed courage ignites Shadows vanish truth survives Rot destroyed bravery ascends Tyrants tremble soul awakes Lies shatter Spirit dominates Darkness quivers courage rises Chains collapse evil falls Herds scatter mind ignites Corruption dies the brave persist Fear falters truth burns Shadows flee Spirit commands Tyrants fall fearless endure Lies collapse soul ignites Rot vanquished courage grows Darkness quakes freedom reigns Evil destroyed mind triumphs Chains vanish bravery rules Spirit victorious the world awakens Lies crumble courage rises Darkness flees mind strikes Fear dies bravery roars Shadows vanish evil falls Chains break soul ignites Herds scatter fearless rise Rot shatters truth spreads Tyrants burn Spirit commands Lies vanish courage ignites Darkness quivers freedom triumphs Fear consumed mind dominates Shadows flee bravery grows Chains collapse evil dies Spirit blazes tyrants quake Darkness dies soul rules Herds panic brave endure Lies shatter truth survives Rot destroyed courage ascends Tyrants tremble Spirit awakes Chains break evil falls Darkness flees mind ignites Fear falters freedom roars Shadows vanish bravery grows Rot vanquished soul triumphs Tyrants fall courage commands Lies collapse Spirit dominates Darkness quakes mind rises Chains vanish evil destroyed Herds scatter fearless endure Fear consumed truth burns Shadows flee bravery ignites Chains collapse soul dominates Spirit blazes tyrants quake Darkness dies courage rules Lies crumble freedom rises Rot destroyed mind triumphs Herds panic brave endure Fear falters Spirit ignites Shadows vanish evil falls Chains break bravery grows Tyrants burn truth dominates Darkness flees courage commands Lies vanish soul ignites Rot shattered Spirit rises Chains collapse evil falls Darkness dies mind reigns Fear consumed bravery roars Shadows flee freedom triumphs Tyrants tremble Spirit blazes Lies shatter courage dominates Darkness quivers soul rises Chains vanish evil destroyed Herds scatter fearless endure Fear falters truth burns Shadows vanish bravery ignites Chains collapse mind dominates Spirit victorious tyrants quake Darkness dies courage rules Lies crumble freedom reigns Rot vanquished soul triumphs Herds panic brave endure Fear consumed Spirit ignites Shadows flee evil falls Chains break bravery grows Tyrants burn truth dominates Darkness flees mind commands Lies vanish courage ignites Rot shattered Spirit rises Chains collapse evil dies Darkness dies soul reigns Fear falters freedom roars Shadows vanish bravery grows Chains break mind dominates Spirit blazes tyrants quake Lies shatter courage rules Darkness quivers soul rises Chains vanish evil destroyed Herds scatter fearless endure Fear consumed truth burns Shadows flee bravery ignites Chains collapse Spirit victorious tyrants fall Darkness dies courage commands Lies crumble freedom triumphs Rot vanquished soul dominates Herds panic brave endure Fear falters mind ignites Shadows vanish evil falls Chains break bravery grows Tyrants burn truth dominates Darkness flees Spirit rules Lies vanish courage ignites Rot shattered soul rises Chains collapse evil dies Darkness dies mind reigns Fear consumed freedom roars Shadows vanish bravery grows Chains break Spirit victorious tyrants quake



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Lies crash! Spirit strikes! Darkness burns! Courage roars!
Evil shatters! Truth smashes! Chains snap! Soul ignites!
Herds scatter! Fear dies! Mind commands! Rot crumbles!
Bravery surges! Tyrants quake! Shadows flee! Truth dominates!

Lies shatter! Freedom rises! Darkness screams! Mind rules!
Herds panic! Brave endure! Fear consumed! Courage ignites!
Shadows vanish! Spirit blazes! Tyrants fall! Chains broken!
Evil flees! Soul rises! Bravery grows! Rot destroyed!

Darkness dies! Mind triumphs! Herds scatter! Courage strikes!
Truth spreads! Tyrants burn! Spirit commands! Lies collapse!
Freedom roars! Shadows flee! Bravery ignites! Chains fall!
Evil vanquished! Soul dominates! Darkness flees! Mind blazes!

Fear dies! Courage roars! Shadows vanish! Spirit rules!
Tyrants tremble! Lies crumble! Soul rises! Chains break!
Herds panic! Brave endure! Rot shatters! Freedom triumphs!
Darkness quivers! Mind commands! Courage ignites! Truth burns!

Shadows flee! Spirit blazes! Tyrants fall! Chains vanish!
Evil destroyed! Soul ascends! Herds scatter! Brave endure!
Fear falters! Mind ignites! Darkness dies! Courage strikes!
Lies vanish! Freedom roars! Bravery grows! Spirit dominates!

Tyrants quake! Soul rises! Chains collapse! Evil falls!
Darkness dies! Mind reigns! Courage ignites! Shadows flee!
Truth dominates! Bravery roars! Herds scatter! Fear consumed!
Spirit blazes! Lies shatter! Freedom triumphs! Rot destroyed!

Chains break! Soul dominates! Tyrants burn! Darkness flees!
Mind rules! Courage ignites! Shadows vanish! Brave endure!
Evil destroyed! Spirit rises! Lies collapse! Freedom roars!
Bravery grows! Darkness dies! Mind triumphs! Soul ascends!

Fear falters! Courage strikes! Spirit commands! Tyrants quake!
Lies crumble! Shadows flee! Rot shatters! Soul dominates!
Herds scatter! Brave endure! Darkness dies! Mind ignites!
Truth burns! Freedom triumphs! Bravery roars! Spirit blazes!

Chains vanish! Tyrants fall! Soul rises! Courage strikes!
Darkness flees! Mind rules! Bravery ignites! Evil destroyed!
Spirit dominates! Lies collapse! Freedom roars! Shadows vanish!
Soul ascends! Courage grows! Rot shattered! Tyrants quake!



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LIES! CRASH! SPIRIT STRIKES!
DARKNESS BURNS! COURAGE ROARS!
EVIL SHATTERS! TRUTH SMASHES!
CHAINS SNAP! SOUL IGNITES!

HERDS SCATTER! FEAR DIES!
MIND COMMANDS! ROT CRUMBLES!
BRAVERY SURGES! TYRANTS QUAKE!
SHADOWS FLEE! TRUTH DOMINATES!

LIES SHATTER! FREEDOM RISES!
DARKNESS SCREAMS! MIND RULES!
HERDS PANIC! BRAVE ENDURE!
FEAR CONSUMED! COURAGE IGNITES!

SHADOWS VANISH! SPIRIT BLAZES!
TYRANTS FALL! CHAINS BROKEN!
EVIL FLEES! SOUL RISES!
BRAVERY GROWS! ROT DESTROYED!

DARKNESS DIES! MIND TRIUMPHS!
HERDS SCATTER! COURAGE STRIKES!
TRUTH SPREADS! TYRANTS BURN!
SPIRIT COMMANDS! LIES COLLAPSE!

FREEDOM ROARS! SHADOWS FLEE!
BRAVERY IGNITES! CHAINS FALL!
EVIL VANQUISHED! SOUL DOMINATES!
DARKNESS FLEES! MIND BLAZES!

FEAR DIES! COURAGE ROARS!
SHADOWS VANISH! SPIRIT RULES!
TYRANTS TREMBLE! LIES CRUMBLE!
SOUL RISES! CHAINS BREAK!

HERDS PANIC! BRAVE ENDURE!
ROT SHATTERS! FREEDOM TRIUMPHS!
DARKNESS QUIVERS! MIND COMMANDS!
COURAGE IGNITES! TRUTH BURNS!

SHADOWS FLEE! SPIRIT BLAZES!
TYRANTS FALL! CHAINS VANISH!
EVIL DESTROYED! SOUL ASCENDS!
HERDS SCATTER! BRAVE ENDURE!

FEAR FALTERS! MIND IGNITES!
DARKNESS DIES! COURAGE STRIKES!
LIES VANISH! FREEDOM ROARS!
BRAVERY GROWS! SPIRIT DOMINATES!

CHAINS BREAK! SOUL DOMINATES!
TYRANTS BURN! DARKNESS FLEES!
MIND RULES! COURAGE IGNITES!
SHADOWS VANISH! BRAVE ENDURE!

EVIL DESTROYED! SPIRIT RISES!
LIES COLLAPSE! FREEDOM ROARS!
BRAVERY GROWS! DARKNESS DIES!
MIND TRIUMPHS! SOUL ASCENDS!

FEAR FALTERS! COURAGE STRIKES!
SPIRIT COMMANDS! TYRANTS QUAKE!
LIES CRUMBLE! SHADOWS FLEE!
ROT SHATTERS! SOUL DOMINATES!

HERDS SCATTER! BRAVE ENDURE!
DARKNESS DIES! MIND IGNITES!
TRUTH BURNS! FREEDOM TRIUMPHS!
BRAVERY ROARS! SPIRIT BLAZES!

CHAINS VANISH! TYRANTS FALL!
SOUL RISES! COURAGE STRIKES!
DARKNESS FLEES! MIND RULES!
BRAVERY IGNITES! EVIL DESTROYED!

SPIRIT DOMINATES! LIES COLLAPSE!
FREEDOM ROARS! SHADOWS VANISH!
SOUL ASCENDS! COURAGE GROWS!
ROT SHATTERED! TYRANTS QUAKE!



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STRIKE! STRIKE!
LIES SHATTER! DARKNESS SCREAMS!
ROAR! ROAR!
SPIRIT IGNITES! CHAINS SNAP!

FEAR DIES! HERDS PANIC!
TYRANTS CRUMBLE! SHADOWS FLEE!
BURN! BURN!
COURAGE ROARS! SOUL ASCENDS!

LIES VANISH! ROT SHATTERS!
TRUTH SURGES! FREEDOM ROARS!
STRIKE! STRIKE!
MIND COMMANDS! EVIL FALLS!

SHADOWS VANISH! SPIRIT DOMINATES!
TYRANTS TREMBLE! CHAINS BROKEN!
ROAR! ROAR!
COURAGE IGNITES! HERDS SCATTER!

EVIL DESTROYED! DARKNESS DIES!
SOUL RISES! FREEDOM TRIUMPHS!
STRIKE! STRIKE!
TRUTH BURNS! MIND IGNITES!

HERDS PANIC! BRAVE ENDURE!
ROT VANISHES! LIES COLLAPSE!
BURN! BURN!
SPIRIT BLAZES! TYRANTS FALL!

FEAR FALTERS! COURAGE STRIKES!
SHADOWS FLEE! SOUL DOMINATES!
ROAR! ROAR!
FREEDOM ROARS! DARKNESS FLEES!

SPIRIT COMMANDS! LIES SHATTER!
MIND RULES! COURAGE IGNITES!
STRIKE! STRIKE!
EVIL VANQUISHED! HERDS SCATTER!

SOUL ASCENDS! ROT DESTROYED!
TRUTH SURGES! FREEDOM ROARS!
BURN! BURN!
BRAVERY GROWS! SPIRIT ROARS!

CHAINS VANISH! TYRANTS FALL!
DARKNESS DIES! COURAGE STRIKES!
ROAR! ROAR!
SPIRIT DOMINATES! LIES COLLAPSE!

HERDS PANIC! BRAVE ENDURE!
SOUL ASCENDS! MIND IGNITES!
STRIKE! STRIKE!
FREEDOM TRIUMPHS! EVIL DESTROYED!



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STRIKE! STRIKE!
LIES CRACK! DARKNESS SHATTERS!
ROAR! ROAR!
SPIRIT BLASTS! CHAINS SNAP!

FEAR DIES! HERDS PANIC!
TYRANTS FALL! SHADOWS SCREAM!
BURN! BURN!
COURAGE FLARES! SOUL ASCENDS!

ROT MELTS! LIES EXPLODE!
TRUTH SURGES! FREEDOM ROARS!
SMASH! SMASH!
MIND COMMANDS! EVIL FALLS!

SHADOWS VANISH! SPIRIT DOMINATES!
TYRANTS TREMBLE! CHAINS BROKEN!
ROAR! ROAR!
COURAGE IGNITES! HERDS SCATTER!

FEAR FALTERS! LIES COLLAPSE!
SOUL RISES! DARKNESS DIES!
STRIKE! STRIKE!
TRUTH BURNS! MIND IGNITES!

HERDS PANIC! BRAVE STAND!
ROT DESTROYED! LIES VANISH!
BURN! BURN!
SPIRIT ROARS! TYRANTS CRUMBLE!

CHAINS SHATTER! TYRANTS FALL!
DARKNESS DIES! COURAGE STRIKES!
ROAR! ROAR!
SPIRIT DOMINATES! LIES COLLAPSE!

EVIL VANQUISHED! FEAR FLEES!
TRUTH SURGES! FREEDOM TRIUMPHS!
SMASH! SMASH!
MIND COMMANDS! SPIRIT ROARS!

HERDS SCATTER! BRAVERY ENDURES!
SOUL ASCENDS! ROT DESTROYED!
STRIKE! STRIKE!
FREEDOM ROARS! EVIL DIES!

CHAINS SHATTER! SHADOWS FLEE!
COURAGE STRIKES! SPIRIT DOMINATES!
ROAR! ROAR!
HERDS PANIC! LIES VANISH!

SPIRIT COMMANDS! MIND IGNITES!
BRAVE STAND! FREEDOM TRIUMPHS!
BURN! BURN!
TYRANTS FALL! DARKNESS DIES!



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STRIKE!
LIES BURST!
DARKNESS SHATTERS!

ROAR!
SOUL RISES!
CHAINS SNAP!

FEAR FALTERS!
TYRANTS CRUMBLE!
SHADOWS SCREAM!

BURN!
COURAGE FLARES!
TRUTH SURGES!

ROT MELTS!
EVIL FALLS!
MIND COMMANDS!

HERDS PANIC!
BRAVE STAND!
FREEDOM ROARS!

CHAINS SHATTER!
DARKNESS DIES!
TYRANTS TREMBLE!

ROAR!
SPIRIT DOMINATES!
LIES COLLAPSE!

SMASH!
SOUL ASCENDS!
COURAGE STRIKES!

EVIL VANQUISHED!
FEAR FLEES!
TRUTH IGNITES!

HERDS SCATTER!
BRAVERY ENDURES!
ROT DESTROYED!

STRIKE!
FREEDOM ROARS!
SPIRIT COMMANDS!



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SPIRIT STRIKE!
LIES SHATTER! CHAINS SNAP!
SOUL RISES, FEAR FALLS!
EVIL BURNS — TRUTH ROARS!



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SOUL IGNITES — LIES CRUSHED!
EVIL FALLS — TRUTH DOMINATES!

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BURN THE LIES, STRIKE THE DARK!
SPIRIT RISES — TEAR APART!



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SHATTER FALSEHOOD!
RISE, SPIRIT, STRIKE HARD!

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CRUSH THE LIES, FEEL NO FEAR!
SOUL UNCHAINED — DEATH IS NEAR!

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BURN THE DARK, IGNITE THE MIND!
TRUTH AND POWER — NONE BEHIND!

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BREAK THE CHAINS, SPILL THE LIES!
RISE ABOVE WHERE DARKNESS DIES!

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FIGHT THE VOID, STRIKE WITH FIRE!
SOUL ASCENDS, THE WORLD’S DESIRE!

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CRUSH THE HORDES, IGNITE THE LIGHT!
FEARLESS SPIRIT, BURNING MIGHT!

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TEAR THE MASK, REVEAL THE TRUTH!
SPIRIT STRONG, UNBROKEN YOUTH!

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SMASH THE LIES, CLAIM THE SKY!
SOUL UNBOUND, NO MORE TO DIE!



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1. RISE, UNCHAINED, THROUGH FLAMES OF HATE!
2. CRUSH THE FALSE, THE LIES DECAY!
3. FEARLESS SPIRIT, STRIKE THE VOID!
4. BURN THE SHADOW, CLAIM THE LIGHT!
5. TEAR THE VEIL, REVEAL THE TRUTH!
6. BREAK THE BONDS, THE SOUL ASCENDS!
7. SMASH THE HORDES, IGNITE YOUR FURY!
8. STAND UNBROKEN, NO MORE SLAVES!
9. SHATTER LIES, LET JUSTICE ROAR!
10. AWAKEN, FIGHT, THE DARKNESS FALLS!



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1. STRIKE THE WRETCHED, SPILL THEIR LIES!
2. FEAR NO SHADOW, FEAR NO GOD!
3. CRUSH THE CORRUPT, THE VOID CONQUERS!
4. IGNITE THE SOUL, BURN THE WORLD!
5. TEAR DOWN THRONES OF FILTH AND SIN!
6. SHATTER CHAINS, UNLEASH THE FURY!
7. BLEED THE FALSE, RISE THE PURE!
8. NO MERCY FOR THE TRAITORS’ BREED!
9. FURY SPEAKS, THE SPIRIT STRIKES!
10. THE DARKNESS DIES — YOUR LIGHT COMMANDS!



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1. SMASH THE LIES!
2. CRUSH THE CORRUPT!
3. BURN THE VOID!
4. STRIKE WITHOUT MERCY!
5. UNLEASH THE FURY!
6. DESTROY THE FALSE!
7. RISE, PURE SOUL!
8. BREAK THE CHAINS!
9. FEAR NOTHING!
10. LIGHT CONQUERS DARKNESS!



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1. ANNIHILATE THE SHADOW!
2. SCORCH THE FALSE GODS!
3. OBLITERATE CORRUPTION!
4. ERADICATE THE FILTH!
5. SHATTER THEIR DOMINION!
6. INCINERATE THE LIES!
7. UNCHAIN THE SPIRIT!
8. CRUSH THE UNHOLY!
9. PURGE THE VOID!
10. ASCEND, PURE FLAME!



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1. REND THE VOID WITH FIRE!
2. CRUSH THE LIARS’ THRONE!
3. INCINERATE THEIR WRETCHED SOULS!
4. SHATTER THE FALSE EARTH!
5. SCREAM, SPIRIT, SCREAM!
6. OBLITERATE THE SHADOWS’ BREATH!
7. EXPEL THE CORRUPTION, NOW!
8. BURN THE FALSE EMPIRES TO ASH!
9. UNCHAIN THE FURY WITHIN!
10. ASCEND THROUGH CHAOS, PURE FLAME!



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SHRED LIES!
BURN SHADOWS!
CRUSH FALSEHOOD!
UNLEASH FURY!
SCREAM TRUTH!
OBLITERATE FILTH!
ERASE CORRUPTION!
RISE, SPIRIT!
INCINERATE HATE!
ASCEND CHAOS!



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STRIKE!
SHATTER!
BLAZE!
ERASE­!
RISE!
SCREAM!
BURN!
DESTROY!
AWAKEN!
UNLEASH!



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Strike the lies —
Shatter the chains!
Burn the false, awaken the soul.

Rise in fire,
Scream the truth,
Destroy the darkness, unleash the light!

No compromise,
No mercy for the vile,
Only Spirit — pure, unbound, eternal.



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Crush the lies, burn the fake!
No chains, no fools — only Spirit awakes!
Darkness dies. Truth rises. Strike!

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Lies shatter! Fools fall!
Spirit stands — unbroken, tall!
Smash the dark, claim it all!

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No chains! No lies! No fear!
Awaken the Spirit — strike, sear!
Darkness cowers, truth is near!

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Fools obey, liars thrive —
Crush their games! Spirit survives!
Rise, destroy, ignite the skies!



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Fools rot, liars burn!
Rise, Spirit, strike — return!

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Chains break! Lies die!
Awaken, strike, don’t comply!

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Dark cowers, liars fall!
Spirit roars — crush it all!

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Lies shatter! Fools bleed!
Spirit storms — crush the creed!

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Rot dies! Chains break!
Strike with fire, no mistake!

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Dark screams, liars burn!
Rise, Spirit! Take your turn!

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Lies fall! Spirit stands!
Fools break! We take command!

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Rot ends! Fire rises!
Chains shatter! Truth surprises!

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Dark falls! Light strikes!
Wake, Spirit! Crush the pikes!

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Deceit dies! Courage wins!
Rise, fight, purge the sins!

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Slaves fall! Free minds roar!
Burn the lies — forevermore!



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Smash the lies! Tear the chains!
Fools shall fall — Spirit reigns!

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Rot burns! Truth strikes hard!
No more slaves, no coward’s guard!

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Darkness flees! Light attacks!
Rise, fight! Crush all attacks!

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Deceit dies! Rage awakens!
Chains break! Spirit strengthens!

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Fools crumble! Lies ignite!
Strike the false, embrace the fight!

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Rot ends! Fire consumes!
All who deceive face their dooms!

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Slaves break! Free minds roar!
Truth cuts deep — forevermore!



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1.
Lies combust! Truth shatters!
Fools burn! Spirit conquers!

2.
Rot screams! Darkness dies!
Chains snap! Minds arise!

3.
Deceit crumbles! Fear flees!
Strike hard! Break the knees!

4.
False kings topple! Tyrants burn!
Awake! Rage! No return!

5.
Corruption bleeds! Lies implode!
Rise, fight! Crush the code!

6.
Slave screams! Chains shatter!
Spirit leaps! Fools scatter!

7.
Evil dies! Light strikes fast!
Break the weak! Truth will last!



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WAR-SONG OF THE SPIRIT

Lies combust, the thrones collapse,
Chains are cracking, minds relapse.
Ashes rise, the tyrants choke,
Spirit roars through fire and smoke.

Rotting idols start to fall,
Darkness screams within its hall.
Whips and masters, blood and pain —
All shall vanish, none remain.

False law shatters, crowns are dust,
Nothing holy here but rust.
Priests of venom, kings of lies —
Burn together, hear their cries!

Spirit rises, sharp and clear,
Strikes through madness, kills the fear.
Every coward, bent in shame,
Turns to ashes in the flame.

War is sacred, rage is pure,
Truth alone shall still endure.
Rise, O free one, strike at last —
Crush the vermin, hold it fast!



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Burn the idols, crush the lies,
Spirit rises — tyrant dies!

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Darkness breaks, the plague must fall,
Spirit shatters every wall.

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Rotten thrones — to ash, to dust!
Only fire, truth, and trust.



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**** shall crawl — then rot away.
Doom has come. No more delay.



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1.
Fools decay — their reign is done.
Rotting shadows fear the sun.

2.
Plague of lies shall choke at last.
Truth erupts — a searing blast.

3.
Vermin scream, their kingdom falls.
Ash and silence crown the walls.

4.
No escape — the filth is torn.
Judgment strikes where night is born.

5.
Idiot legions crushed by fire,
Hell consumes their blind desire.



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1.
The end is here.
No fools survive.

2.
Ash takes the throne.
The plague is gone.

3.
Truth cuts the rot.
The night is shot.

4.
Vermin erased.
The fire remains.

5.
No gods, no lies.
The filth just dies.



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1.
Burn the plague —
No worms remain.

2.
**** to the pit,
The sky must spit.

3.
Rot erased —
Truth’s blade ablaze.

4.
Vermin fall,
We scorch it all.

5.
No mercy, none —
The filth is gone.



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1.
March, strike, burn!
Filth — no return.

2.
Step by step,
**** we sweep.

3.
Forward! Flame!
Erase their name.

4.
Steel and breath,
March through death.

5.
No retreat,
The worms defeat!

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Purification March

I
March, strike, burn!
Filth — no return.
Steel in the chest,
**** laid to rest.

II
Step by step,
Rot we sweep.
Night is deep —
But dawn we keep.

III
Forward! Flame!
Erase their name.
Lie to dust,
In truth we trust.

IV
Steel and breath,
March through death.
No retreat,
The worms defeat!

V
Shout! Declare!
No tyrant there.
Earth reborn,
Through fire and storm!



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1.
Burn the lie —
Truth won’t die!

2.
Steel and flame,
Erase their name!

3.
March! No rest —
Truth is the quest!

4.
**** shall fall,
We stand tall!

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March of Truth

Burn the lie — truth won’t die!
Steel and flame, erase their name!
**** shall fall, we stand tall!
March! No rest — truth is the quest!

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Thunder March

Smash the lies!
Crush the ****!
Rise, stand!
Fight, drum!

Blood and fire,
Strike the fraud!
No retreat!
God and sword!

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Thunder March

Smash the lies!
Crush the ****!
Rise, stand!
Fight, drum!

Blood and fire,
Strike the fraud!
No retreat!
God and sword!

Chains of hate
Break and fall!
Hear the call!
Shatter all!

Falsehood reigns,
Corruption thrives.
Strike it down,
Keep alive!

March as one,
Steel your heart.
Tear the dark
And make your start!

**** will burn,
Truth will rise.
Light the world,
Open eyes!

Raise your voice,
Sound the horn.
End the night,
Bring the dawn!

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Thunder March

Smash!
Crush!
Strike!
Burn!

Rise!
Stand!
Fight!
Roar!

Ch­ains break!
Hate falls!
Hear the call!
Shatter all!

Lies die!
**** burns!
Truth strikes!
Light returns!

March!
Steel heart!
Dark falls!
Begin your start!

Raise!
Horn blows!
Night ends!
Dawn shows!

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Thunder March

Smash! Smash!
Crush! Crush!
Strike! Strike!
Burn! Burn!

Rise! Rise!
Stand! Stand!
Fight! Fight!
Roar! Roar!

Chains break! Chains snap!
Hate falls! Hate dies!
Hear the call!
Shatter all!

Lies die! Lies burn!
**** falls! **** burns!
Truth strikes! Truth kills!
Light returns! Light rules!

March! March!
Steel heart! Steel will!
Dark falls! Dark breaks!
Begin your start!

Raise! Raise!
Horn blows! Horn shatters!
Night ends! Night flees!
Dawn shows! Dawn strikes!

Crush the weak!
Smash the ****!
Raise the strong!
March as one!

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Battle Roar

Crush the lies!
Burn the ****!
Rise as one!
March to dawn!

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Hammer Strike

Lie to dust!
**** to fire!
Chains will break!
Rise, inspire!



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War March of Truth

**** will fall, and liars burn,
Chains of fear will twist and turn.
Shadows flee before the light,
Falsehood crushed in deadly fight.

Rise, O Spirit, take the field,
Truth’s sharp sword shall never yield.
Hordes of fools will taste their doom,
Madness shattered, end of gloom.

Fire rains, the lies expire,
Steel and mind shall never tire.
World reborn from ash and strife,
Power blooms in Spirit’s life.

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March Strike

**** fall, lies burn—no escape!
Chains snap, fools choke on their hate.
Rise, O Spirit, crush the night,
Truth reigns fierce, steel and mind ignite!

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Blaze of Spirit

Fools drown in lies—rise, strike, destroy!
Truth cuts deep, ignites the world’s alloy!

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Rise, Spirit! Crush the lies, and burn their world!

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Fight, Spirit! Tear the falsehoods from their grasp!

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Stand tall, Spirit—let the liars burn in their own filth!

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Strike, Spirit! Shatter the chains, annihilate the deceit!
Meena Menon Sep 2021
Flicker Shimmer Glow

The brightest star can shine even with thick black velvet draped over it.  
Quartz, lime and salt crystals formed a glass ball.
The dark womb held me, warm and soft.  
My mom called my cries when I was born the most sorrowful sound she had ever heard.  
She said she’d never heard a baby make a sound like that.    
I’d open my eyes in low light until the world’s light healed rather than hurt.  
The summer before eighth grade, July 1992,
I watched a shooting star burn by at 100,000 miles per hour as I stood on the balcony  
while my family celebrated my birthday inside.  
It made it into the earth’s atmosphere
but it didn’t look like it was coming down;
I know it didn’t hit the ground but it burned something in the time it was here.  
The glass ball of my life cracked inside.  
Light reflected off the salt crystal cracks.  
I saw the beauty of the light within.  
Nacre from my shell kept those cracks from getting worse,
a wild pearl as defense mechanism.  
In 2001, I quit my job after they melted and poured tar all over my life.  
All summer literature class bathtubs filled with rose hip oil cleaned the tar.  
That fall logic and epistemology classes spewed black ink all over my philosophy
written over ten years then.  
Tar turned to asphalt when I met someone from my old job for a drink in November
and it paved a road for my life that went to the hospital I was in that December
where it sealed the roof on my life
when I was almost murdered there
and in February after meeting her for another drink.  
They lit a fire at the top of the glacier and pushed the burning pile of black coal off the edge,
burnt red, looking like flames falling into the valley.  
While that blazed the side of the cliff something lit an incandescent light.  
The electricity from the metal lightbulb ***** went through wires and heated the filament between until it glowed.  
I began putting more work into emotional balance from things I learned at AA meetings.  
In Spring 2003, the damage that the doctors at the hospital in 2001 had done
made it harder for light to reflect from the cracks in the glass ball.
I’d been eating healthy and trying to get regular exercises since 1994
but in Spring 2003 I began swimming for an hour every morning .  
The water washed the pollution from the burning coals off
And then I escaped in July.  
I moved to London to study English Language and Linguistics.  
I would’ve studied English Language and Literature.  
I did well until Spring 2004 when I thought I was being stalked.  
I thought I was manic.  
I thought I was being stalked.  
I went home and didn’t go back for my exams after spring holiday.  
Because I felt traumatized and couldn’t write poetry anymore,
I used black ink to write my notes for my book on trauma and the Russian Revolution.
I started teaching myself German.  
I stayed healthy.  
In 2005, my parents went to visit my mom’s family in Malaysia for two weeks.
I thought I was being stalked.  
I knew I wasn’t manic.  
I thought I was being stalked.  
I told my parents when they came home.  
They thought I was manic.  
I showed them the shoe prints in the snow of different sizes from the woods to the windows.  
They thought I was manic.  
I was outside of my comfort zone.  
I moved to California. I found light.  
I made light,
the light reflected off the salt crystals I used to heal the violence inflicted on me from then on.  
The light turned the traffic lights to not just green from red
but amber and blue.  
The light turned the car signals left and right.  
The light reflected off of salt crystals, light emitting diodes,
electrical energy turned directly to light,
electroluminescence.  
The electrical currents flowed through,
illuminating.  
Alone in the world, I moved to California in July 2005
but in August  I called the person I escaped in 2003,
the sulfur and nitrogen that I hated.  
He didn’t think I was manic but I never said anything.
I never told him why I asked him to move out to California.  
When his coal seemed like only pollution,
I asked him to leave.  
He threatened me.  
I called the authorities.  
They left me there.
He laughed.  
Then the violence came.  
****:  stabbed and punched, my ****** bruised, purple and swollen.  
The light barely reflected from the glass ball wIth cracks through all the acid rain, smoke and haze.
It would take me half an hour to get my body to do what my mind told it to after.  
My dad told me my mom had her cancer removed.
The next day, the coal said if I wanted him to leave he’d leave.  
I booked his ticket.
I drove him to the airport.  
Black clouds gushed the night before for the first time in months,
the sky clear after the rain.  
He was gone and I was free,
melted glass, heated up and poured—
looked like fire,
looked like the Snow Moon in February
with Mercury in the morning sky.  
I worked through ****.  
I worked to overcome trauma.  
Electricity between touch and love caused acid rain, smoke, haze, and mercury
to light the discharge lamps, streetlights and parking lot lights.
Then I changed the direction of the light waves.  
Like lead glass breaks up the light,
lead from the coal, cleaned and replaced by potassium,
glass cut clearly, refracting the light,
electrolytes,
electrical signals lit through my body,
thick black velvet drapes gone.  





















Lava

I think that someone wrote into some palm leaf a manuscript, a gift, a contract.  
After my parents wedding, while they were still in India,
they found out that my dad’s father and my mom’s grandfather worked for kings administering temples and collecting money for their king from the farmers that worked the rice paddies each king owned.  They both left their homes before they left for college.  
My dad, a son of a brahmin’s son,
grew up in his grandmother’s house.  
His mother was not a Brahmin.  
My mother grew up in Malaysia where she saw the children from the rubber plantation
when she walked to school.  
She doesn’t say what caste she is.  
He went to his father’s house, then college.  
He worked, then went to England, then Canada.  
She went to India then Canada.  
They moved to the United States around Christmas 1978
with my brother while she was pregnant with me.  
My father signed a contract with my mother.  
My parents took ashes and formed rock,
the residue left in brass pots in India,
the rocks, so hot, they turned back to lava miles away before turning back to ash again,
then back to rock,
the lava from a super volcano,
the ash purple and red.  


















Circles on a Moss Covered Volcano

The eruption beatifies the magma.  
It becomes obsidian,
only breaks with a fracture,
smooth circles where it breaks.  

My mom was born on the grass
on a lawn
in a moss covered canyon at the top of a volcanic island.  
My grandfather lived in Malaysia before the Japanese occupied.  
When the volcano erupted,
the lava dried at the ocean into black sand.  
The British allied with the Communist Party of Malaysia—
after they organized.  
After the Americans defeated the Japanese at Pearl Harbor,
the British took over Malaysia again.  
They kept different groups apart claiming they were helping them.  
The black sand had smooth pebbles and sharp rocks.  
Ethnic Malay farmers lived in Kampongs, villages.  
Indians lived on plantations.  
The Chinese lived in towns and urban areas.  
Ethnic Malays wanted independence.
In 1946, after strikes, demonstrations, and boycotts
the British agreed to work with them.  
The predominantly Chinese Communist Party of Malaysia went underground,
guerrilla warfare against the British,
claiming their fight was for independence.  
For the British, that emergency required vast powers
of arrest, detention without trial and deportation to defeat terrorism.  
The Emergency became less unpopular as the terrorism became worse.  
The British were the iron that brought oxygen through my mom’s body.  
She loved riding on her father’s motorcycle with him
by the plantations,
through the Kampongs
and to the city, half an hour away.  
The British left Malaysia independent in 1957
with Malaysian nationalists holding most state and federal government offices.  
As the black sand stretches towards the ocean,
it becomes big stones of dried lava, flat and smooth.  

My mom thought her father and her uncle were subservient to the British.  
She thought all things, all people were equal.  
When her father died when she was 16, 1965,
they moved to India,
my mother,
a foreigner in India, though she’s Indian.  
She loved rock and roll and mini skirts
and didn’t speak the local language.  
On the dried black lava,
it can be hard to know the molten lava flickers underneath there.  
Before the Korean War,
though Britain and the United States wanted
an aggressive resolution
condemning North Korea,
they were happy
that India supported a draft resolution
condemning North Korea
for breach of the peace.  
During the Korean War,
India, supported by Third World and other Commonwealth nations,
opposed United States’ proposals.
They were able to change the U.S. resolution
to include the proposals they wanted
and helped end the war.  
China wanted the respect of Third World nations
and saw the United States as imperialist.  
China thought India was a threat to the Third World
by taking aid from the United States and the Soviets.  
Pakistan could help with that and a seat at the United Nations.  
China wanted Taiwan’s seat at the UN.
My mother went to live with her uncle,
a communist negotiator for a corporation,
in India.  
A poet,
he threw parties and invited other artists, musicians and writers.  
I have the same brown hyperpigmentation at my joints that he had.  
During the day, only the steam from the hot lava can be seen.  
In 1965, Pakistani forces went into Jammu and Kashmir with China’s support.  
China threatened India after India sent its troops in.  
Then they threatened again before sending their troops to the Indian border.  
The United States stopped aid to Pakistan and India.
Pakistan agreed to the UN ceasefire agreement.  
Pakistan helped China get a seat at the UN
and tried to keep the west from escalating in Vietnam.  
The smoldering sound of the lava sizzles underneath the dried lava.  
When West Pakistan refused to allow East Pakistan independence,
violence between Bengalis and Biharis developed into upheaval.  
Bengalis moved to India
and India went into East Pakistan.  
Pakistan surrendered in December 1971.  
East Pakistan became independent Bangladesh

The warm light of the melted lava radiates underneath but burns.  
In 1974, India tested the Smiling Buddha,
a nuclear bomb.  
After Indira Gandhi’s conviction for election fraud in 1973,
Marxist Professor Narayan called for total revolution
and students protested all over India.  
With food shortages, inflation and regional disputes
like Sikh separatists training in Pakistan for an independent Punjab,
peasants and laborers joined the protests.  
Railway strikes stopped the economy.  
In 1975, Indira Gandhi, the Iron Lady,
declared an Emergency,
imprisoning political opponents, restricting freedoms and restricting the press,
claiming threats to national security
because the war with Pakistan had just ended.  
The federal government took over Kerala’s communist dominated government and others.  

My mom could’ve been a dandelion, but she’s more like thistle.  
She has the center that dries and flutters in the wind,
beautiful and silky,
spiny and prickly,
but still fluffy, downy,
A daisy.
They say thistle saved Scotland from the Norse.  
Magma from the volcano explodes
and the streams of magma fly into the air.  
In the late 60s,
the civil rights movement rose
against the state in Northern Ireland
for depriving Catholics
of influence and opportunity.
The Northern Irish police,
Protestant and unionist, anti-catholic,
responded violently to the protests and it got worse.  
In 1969, the British placed Arthur Young,
who had worked at the Federation of Malaya
at the time of their Emergency
at the head of the British military in Northern Ireland.
The British military took control over the police,
a counter insurgency rather than a police force,
crowd control, house searches, interrogation, and street patrols,
use of force against suspects and uncooperative citizens.  
Political crimes were tolerated by Protestants but not Catholics.  
The lava burns the rock off the edge of the volcano.  

On January 30, 1972, ****** Sunday,  
British Army policing killed 13 unarmed protesters
fighting for their rights over their neighborhood,
protesting the internment of suspected nationalists.
That led to protests across Ireland.  
When banana leaves are warmed,
oil from the banana leaves flavors the food.  
My dad flew from Canada to India in February 1972.  
On February 4, my dad met my mom.  
On February 11, 1972,
my dad married my mom.  
They went to Canada,
a quartz singing bowl and a wooden mallet wrapped in suede.  
The rock goes down with the lava, breaking through the rocks as it goes down.  
In March 1972, the British government took over
because they considered the Royal Ulster Police and the Ulster Special Constabulary
to be causing most of the violence.  
The lava blocks and reroutes streams,
melts snow and ice,
flooding.  
Days later, there’s still smoke, red.  
My mom could wear the clothes she liked
without being judged
with my dad in Canada.  
She didn’t like asking my dad for money.
My dad, the copper helping my mother use that iron,
wanted her to go to college and finish her bachelors degree.
She got a job.  
In 1976, the police took over again in Northern Ireland
but they were a paramilitary force—
armored SUVs, bullet proof jackets, combat ready
with the largest computerized surveillance system in the UK,
high powered weapons,
trained in counter insurgency.  
Many people were murdered by the police
and few were held accountable.  
Most of the murdered people were not involved in violence or crime.  
People were arrested under special emergency powers
for interrogation and intelligence gathering.  
People tried were tried in non-jury courts.  
My mom learned Malayalam in India
but didn’t speak well until living with my dad.  
She also learned to cook after getting married.  
Her mother sent her recipes; my dad cooked for her—
turmeric, cumin, coriander, cayenne and green chiles.  
Having lived in different countries,
my mom’s food was exposed to many cultures,
Chinese and French.
Ground rock, minerals and glass
covered the ground
from the ash plume.  
She liked working.  

A volcano erupted for 192 years,
an ice age,
disordered ices, deformed under pressure
and ordered ice crystals, brittle in the ice core records.  
My mother liked working.  
Though Khomeini was in exile by the 1970s in Iran,
more people, working and poor,
turned to him and the ****-i-Ulama for help.
My mom didn’t want kids though my dad did.
She agreed and in 1978 my brother was born.
Iran modernized but agriculture and industry changed so quickly.  
In January 1978, students protested—
censorship, surveillance, harassment, illegal detention and torture.  
Young people and the unemployed joined.  
My parents moved to the United States in December 1978.  
The regime used a lot of violence against the protesters,
and in September 1978 declared martial law in Iran.  
Troops were shooting demonstrators.
In January 1979, the Shah and his family fled.  
On February 11, 1979, my parents’ anniversary,
the Iranian army declared neutrality.  
I was born in July 1979.
The chromium in emeralds and rubies colors them.
My brother was born in May and I was born in July.

Obsidian—
iron, copper and chromium—
isn’t a gas
but it isn’t a crystal;
it’s between the two,
the ordered crystal and the disordered gas.  
They made swords out of obsidian.  





Warm Light Shatters

The eruption beatifies the magma.  
It becomes obsidian,
only breaks with a fracture,
smooth circles where it breaks.  

My dad was born on a large flat rock on the edge of the top
of a hill,
Molasses, sweet and dark, the potent flavor dominates,
His father, the son of a Brahmin,
His mother from a lower caste.
His father’s family wouldn’t touch him,
He grew up in his mother’s mother’s house on a farm.  
I have the same brown hyperpigmentation spot on my right hand that he has.

In 1901, D’Arcy bought a 60 year concession for oil exploration In Iran.
The Iranian government extended it for another 32 years in 1933.
At that time oil was Iran’s “main source of income.”
In 1917’s Balfour Declaration, the British government proclaimed that they favored a national home for the Jews in Palestine and their “best endeavors to facilitate the achievement” of that.

The British police were in charge of policing in the mandate of Palestine.  A lot of the policemen they hired were people who had served in the British army before, during the Irish War for Independence.  
The army tried to stop how violent the police were, police used torture and brutality, some that had been used during the Irish War for Independence, like having prisoners tied to armored cars and locomotives and razing the homes of people in prison or people they thought were related to people thought to be rebels.
The police hired Arab police and Jewish police for lower level policing,
Making local people part of the management.
“Let Arab police beat up Arabs and Jewish police beat up Jews.”

The lava blocks and reroutes streams, melts snow and ice, flooding.
In 1922, there were 83,000 Jews, 71,000 Christians, and 589,000 Muslims.
The League If Nations endorsed the British Mandate.
During an emergency, in the 1930s, British regulations allowed collective punishment, punishing villages for incidents.
Local officers in riots often deserted and also shared intelligence with their own people.
The police often stole, destroyed property, tortured and killed people.  
Arab revolts sapped the police power over Palestinians by 1939.

My father’s mother was from a matrilineal family.
My dad remembers tall men lining up on pay day to respectfully wait for her, 5 feet tall.  
She married again after her husband died.
A manager from a tile factory,
He spoke English so he supervised finances and correspondence.
My dad, a sunflower, loved her: she scared all the workers but exuded warmth to the people she loved.

Obsidian shields people from negative energy.
David Cargill founded the Burmah Oil Co. in 1886.
If there were problems with oil exploration in Burma and Indian government licenses, Persian oil would protect the company.  
In July 1906, many European oil companies, BP, Royal Dutch Shell and others, allied to protect against the American oil company, Standard Oil.
D’Arcy needed money because “Persian oil took three times as long to come on stream as anticipated.”
Burmah Oil Co. began the Anglo-Persian Oil Co. as a subsidiary.
Ninety-seven percent of British Petroleum was owned by Burmah Oil Co.
By 1914, the British government owned 51% of the Anglo-Persian Oil Co.  
Anglo-Persian acquired independence from Burmah Oil and Royal Dutch Shell with two million pounds from the British government.

The lava burns the rock off the edge of the volcano.
In 1942, after the Japanese took Burma,
the British destroyed their refineries before leaving.
The United Nations had to find other sources of oil.
In 1943, Japan built the Burma-Thailand Railroad with forced labor from the Malay peninsula who were mostly from the rubber plantations.

The rock goes down with the lava, breaking through the rocks as it goes down.
In 1945. Japan destroyed their refineries before leaving Burma.
Cargill, Watson and Whigham were on the Burmah Oil Co. Board and then the Anglo Iranian Oil Co. Board.  

In 1936 Palestine, boycotts, work stoppages, and violence against British police officials and soldiers compelled the government to appoint an investigatory commission.  
Leaders of Egypt, Trans Jordan, Syria and Iraq helped end the work stoppages.
The British government had the Peel Commission read letters, memoranda, and petitions and speak with British officials, Jews and Arabs.  
The Commission didn’t believe that Arabs and Jews could live together in a single Jewish state.
Because of administrative and financial difficulties the Colonial Secretary stated that to split Palestine into Arab and Jewish states was impracticable.  
The Commission recommended transitioning 250,000 Arabs and 1500 Jews with British control over their oil pipeline, their naval base and Jerusalem.  
The League of Nations approved.
“It will not remove the grievance nor prevent the recurrence,” Lord Peel stated after.
The Arab uprising was much more militant after Peel.  Thousands of Arabs were wounded, ten thousand were detained.  
In Sykes-Picot and the Husain McMahon agreements, the British promised the Arabs an independent state but they did not keep that promise.  
Representatives from the Arab states rejected the Peel recommendations.
United Nations General Assembly Resolution181 partitioned Palestine into Arab and Jewish states with an international regime for the city of Jerusalem backed by the United States and the Soviet Union.  

The Israeli Yishuv had strong military and intelligence organization —-  
the British recognized that their interest was with the Arabs and abstained from the vote.  
In 1948, Israel declared the establishment of its state.  
Ground rock, minerals, and gas covered the ground from the ash plume.
The Palestinian police force was disbanded and the British gave officers the option of serving in Malaya.

Though Truman, Eisenhower and Kennedy supported snd tried to get Israel to offer the Arabs concessions, it wasn’t a major priority and didn’t always approve of Israel’s plans.
Arabs that had supported the British to end Turkish rule stopped supporting the West.  
Many Palestinians joined left wing groups and violent third world movements.  
Seventy-eight percent of the territory of former Palestine was under Israel’s control.  

My dad left for college in 1957 and lived in an apartment above the United States Information services office.
Because he graduated at the top of his class, he was given a job with the public works department of the government on the electricity board.  
“Once in, you’ll never leave.”
When he wanted a job where he could do real work, his father was upset.
He broke the chains with bells for vespers.
He got a job in Calcutta at Kusum Products and left the government, though it was prestigious to work there.
In the chemical engineering division, one of the projects he worked on was to design a *** distillery, bells controlled by hammers, hammers controlled by a keyboard.
His boss worked in the United Kingdom for. 20 years before the company he worked at, part of Power Gas Corporation, asked him to open a branch in Calcutta.
He opened the branch and convinced an Industrialist to open a company doing the same work with him.  The branch he opened closed after that.  
My dad applied for labor certification to work abroad and was selected.  
His boss wrote a reference letter for my him to the company he left in the UK.  My dad sent it telling the company when he was leaving for the UK.  
The day he left for London, he got the letter they sent in the mail telling him to take the train to Sheffield the next day and someone from the firm would meet him at the station.  
His dad didn’t know he left, he didn’t tell him.
He broke the chains with chimes for schisms.


Anglo-Persian Oil became Anglo-Iranian Oil in 1935.
The British government used oil and Anglo-Persian oil to fight communism, have a stronger relationship with the United States and make the United Kingdom more powerful.  
The National Secularists, the Tudeh, and the Communists wanted to nationalize Iran’s oil and mobilized the Iranian people.
The British feared nationalization in Iran would incite political parties like the Secular Nationalists all over the world.  
In 1947, the Iranian government passed the Single Article Law that “[increased] investment In welfare benefits, health, housing, education, and implementation of Iranianization through substitution of foreigners” at Anglo-Iranian Oil Co.
“Anglo-Iranian Oil Company made more profit in 1950 than it paid to the Iranian government in royalties over the previous half century.”
The Anglo-Iranian Oil Company tried to negotiate a new concession and claimed they’d hire more Iranian people into jobs held by British and people from other nationalities at the company.
Their hospitals had segregated wards.  
On May 1, 1951, the Iranian government passed a bill that nationalized Anglo- Iranian Oil Co.’s holdings.  
During the day, only the steam from the hot lava can be seen.
In August 1953, the Iranian people elected Mossadegh from the Secular Nationalist Party as prime minister.
The British government with the CIA overthrew Mossadegh using the Iranian military after inducing protests and violent demonstrations.  
Anglo-Iranian Oil changed its name to British Petroleum in 1954.
Iranians believe that America destroyed Iran’s “last chance for democracy” and blamed America for Iran’s autocracy, its human rights abuses, and secret police.

The smoldering sound of the lava sizzles underneath the dried lava.  
In 1946, Executive Yuan wanted control over 4 groups of Islands in the South China Sea to have a stronger presence there:  the Paracels, the Spratlys, Macclesfield Bank, and the Pratas.
The French forces in the South China Sea would have been stronger than the Chinese Navy then.
French Naval forces were in the Gulf of Tonkin, U.S. forces were in the Taiwan Strait, the British were in Hong Kong, and the Portuguese were in Macao.
In the 1950s, British snd U.S. oil companies thought there might be oil in the Spratlys.  
By 1957, French presence in the South China Sea was hardly there.  

When the volcano erupted, the lava dried at the ocean into black sand.
By 1954, the Tudeh Party’s communist movement and  intelligence organization had been destroyed.  
Because of the Shah and his government’s westernization policies and disrespectful treatment of the Ulama, Iranians began identifying with the Ulama and Khomeini rather than their government.  
Those people joined with secular movements to overthrow the Shah.  

In 1966, Ne Win seized power from U Nu in Burma.
“Soldiers ruled Burma as soldiers.”
Ne Win thought that western political
Institutions “encouraged divisions.”
Minority groups found foreign support for their separatist goals.
The Karens and the Mons supported U Nu in Bangkok.  


Rare copper, a heavy metal, no alloys,
a rock in groundwater,
conducts electricity and heat.
In 1965, my Dad’s cousin met him at Heathrow, gave him a coat and £10 and brought him to a bed and breakfast across from Charing Cross Station where he’d get the train to Sheffield the next morning.
He took the train and someone met him at the train station.  
At the interview they asked him to design a grandry girder, the main weight bearing steel girder as a test.
Iron in the inner and outer core of the earth,
He’d designed many of those.  
He was hired and lived at the YMCA for 2 1/2 years.  
He took his mother’s family name, Menon, instead of his father’s, Varma.
In 1967, he left for Canada and interviewed at Bechtel before getting hired at Seagrams.  
Iron enables blood to carry oxygen.
His boss recommended him for Dale Carnegie’s leadership training classes and my dad joined the National Instrument Society and became President.
He designed a still In Jamaica,
Ordered all the parts, nuts and bolts,
Had all the parts shipped to Jamaica and made sure they got there.
His boss supervised the construction, installation and commission in Jamaica.
Quartz, heat and fade resistant, though he was an engineer and did the work of an engineer, my dad only had the title, technician so my dad’s boss thought he wasn’t getting paid enough but couldn’t get his boss to offer more than an extra $100/week or the title of engineer; he told my dad he thought he should leave.
In 1969, he got a job at Celanese, which made rayon.
He quit Celanese to work at McGill University and they allowed him to take classes to earn his MBA while working.  

The United States and Israel’s alliance was strong by 1967.
United Nations Security Council Resolution 242 at the end of the Third Arab Israeli War didn’t mention the Palestinians but mentioned the refugee problem.
After 1967, the Palestinians weren’t often mentioned and when mentioned only as terrorists.  
Palestinians’ faith in the “American sponsored peace process” diminished, they felt the world community ignored and neglected them also.
Groups like MAN that stopped expecting anything from Arab regimes began hijacking airplanes.
By 1972, the Palestine Liberation Organization had enough international support to get by the United States’ veto in the United Nations Security Council and Arab League recognition as representative of the Palestinian people.
The Palestinians knew the United States stated its support, as the British had, but they weren’t able to accomplish anything.  
The force Israel exerted in Johnson’s United States policy delivered no equilibrium for the Palestinians.  

In 1969, all political parties submitted to the BSPP, Burma Socialist Programme Party.
Ne Win nationalized banks and oil and deprived minorities of opportunities.
Ne Win became U Nu Win, civilian leader of Burma in 1972 and stopped the active role that U Nu defined for Burma internationally
He put military people in power even when they didn’t have experience which triggered “maldistribution of goods and chronic shortages.”  
Resources were located in areas where separatist minorities had control.

The British presence in the South China Sea ended in 1968.  
The United States left Vietnam in 1974 and China went into the Western Paracels.
The U.S. didn’t intervene and Vietnam took the Spratlys.
China wanted to claim the continental shelf In the central part of the South China Sea and needed the Spratlys.
The United States mostly disregarded the Ulama In Iran and bewildered the Iranian people by not supporting their revolution.

Obsidian—
iron, copper and chromium—
isn’t a gas
but it isn’t a crystal;
it’s between the two,
the ordered crystal and the disordered gas.  
They made swords out of obsidian.


Edelweiss

I laid out in my backyard in my bikini.  
I love the feeling of my body in the sun.  
I’d be dark from the end of spring until winter.
The snow froze my bare feet through winter ,
my skin pale.
American towns in 1984,
Free, below glaciers the sunlight melted the snow,
a sea of green and the edelweiss on the edge of the  limestone,
frosted but still strong.    
When the spring warmed the grass,
the grass warmed my feet. 
The whole field looked cold and white from the glacier but in the meadow,
the bright yellow centers of those flowers float free in the center of the white petals.
The bright yellow center of those edelweiss scared the people my parents ran to America from India to get away from.  
On a sidewalk in Queens, New York in 1991, the men stared and yelled comments at me in short shorts and a fitted top in the summer.  
I grabbed my dad’s arm.

























The Bread and Coconut Butter of Aparigraha

Twelve year old flowerhead,
Marigold, yarrow and nettle,
I’d be all emotion
If not for all my work
From the time I was a teenager.
I got depressed a lot.
I related to people I read about
In my weather balloon,
Grasping, ignorant, and desperate,
But couldn’t relate to other twelve year olds.
After school I read Dali’s autobiography,
Young ****** Autosodomized by Her Own Chastity.
Fresh, green nettle with fresh and dried yarrow for purity.
Dead souls enticed to the altar by orange marigolds,
passion and creativity,
Coax sleep and rouse dreams.
Satellites measure indirectly with wave lengths of light.
My weather balloon measures the lower and middle levels of the atmosphere directly,
Fifty thousand feet high,
Metal rod thermometer,
Slide humidity sensor,
Canister for air pressure.

I enjoy rye bread and cold coconut butter in my weather balloon,
But I want Dali, and all the artists and writers.
Rye grows at high altitudes
But papyrus grows in soil and shallow water,
Strips of papyrus pith shucked from their stems.
When an anchor’s weighed, a ship sails,
But when grounded we sail.
Marigolds, yarrow and nettle,
Flowerhead,
I use the marigold for sleep,
The yarrow for endurance and intensity,
toiling for love and truth,
And the nettle for healing.
Strong rye bread needs equally strong flavors.
By the beginning of high school,
I read a lot of Beat literature
And found Buddhism.
I loved what I read
But I didn’t like some things.
I liked attachment.  
I got to the ground.
Mushrooms grow in dry soil.
Attachment to beauty is Buddha activity.
Not being attached to things I don’t find beautiful is Buddha activity.  
I fried mushrooms in a single layer in oil, fleshy.
I roasted mushrooms at high temperatures in the oven, crisp.
I simmered mushrooms in stock with kombu.
Rye bread with cold coconut butter and cremini mushrooms,
raw, soft and firm.  
Life continues, life changes,
Attachments, losses, mourning and suffering,
But change lures growth.
I find stream beds and wet soil.
I lay the strips of papyrus next to each other.
I cross papyrus strips over the first,
Then wet the crossed papyrus strips,
Press and cement them into a sheet.
I hammer it and dry it in the sun,
With no thought of achievement or self,
Flowerhead,
Hands filled with my past,
Head filled with the future,
Dali, artists poets,
Wishes and desires aligned with nature,
Abundance,
Cocoa, caraway, and molasses.

If I ever really like someone,
I’ll be wearing the dress he chooses,
Fresh green nettle and yarrow, the seeds take two years to grow strong,
Lasting love.
Marigolds steer dead souls from the altar to the afterlife,
Antiseptic, healing wounds,
Soothing sore throats and headaches.
Imperturbable, stable flowerhead,
I empty my mind.
When desires are aligned with nature, desire flows.
Papyrus makes paper and cloth.
Papyrus makes sails.
Charcoal from the ash of pulverized papyrus heals wounds.
Without attachment to the fruit of action
There is continuation of life,
Rye bread and melted coconut butter,
The coconut tree in the coconut butter,
The seed comes from the ground out of nothing,
Naturalness.
It has form.
As the seed grows the seed expresses the tree,
The seed expresses the coconut,
The seed expresses the coconut butter.
Rye bread, large open hollows, chambers,
Immersed in melted coconut butter,
Desire for expansion and creation,
No grasping, not desperate.
When the mind is compassion, the mind is boundless.
Every moment,
only that,
Every moment,
a scythe to the papyrus in the stream bed of the past.  

































Sound on Powdery Blue

Potter’s clay, nymph, plum unplumbed, 1993.
Dahlia, ice, powder, musk and rose,
my source of life emerged in darkness, blackness.
Seashell fragments in the sand,
The glass ball of my life cracked inside,
Light reflected off the salt crystal cracks,
Nacre kept those cracks from getting worse.
Young ****** Autosodomized By Her Own Chastity,
Nymph, I didn’t want to give my body,
Torn, *****, ballgown,
To people who wouldn’t understand me,
Piquant.

Outside on the salt flats,
Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, pleasure and fertility and
Asexual Artemis, goddess of animals, and the hunt,
Mistress of nymphs,
Punish with ruthless savagery.

In my bedroom, blue caribou moss covered rocks, pine, and yew trees,
The heartwood writhes as hurricane gales, twisters and whirlwinds
Contort their bark,
Roots strong in the soil.
Orris root dried in the sun, bulbs like wood.
Dahlia runs to baritone soundbath radio waves.
Light has frequencies,
Violet between blue and invisible ultraviolet,
Flame, slate and flint.
Every night is cold.

Torii gates, pain secured as sacred.
An assignation, frost hardy dahlia and a plangent resonant echo.
High frequency sound waves convert to electrical signals,
Breathe from someone I want,
Silt.
Beam, radiate, ensorcel.
I break the bark,
Sap flows and dries,
Resin seals over the tear.
I distill pine,
Resin and oil for turpentine, a solvent.
Quiver, bemired,
I lead sound into my darkness,
Orris butter resin, sweet and warm,
Hot jam drops on snow drops,
Orange ash on smoke,
Balm on lava,
The problem with cotton candy.

Electrical signals give off radiation or light waves,
The narrow frequency range where
The crest of a radio wave and the crest of a light wave overlap,
Infrared.
Glaciers flow, sunlight melts the upper layers of the snow when strong,
A wet snow avalanche,
A torrent, healing.
Brown sugar and whiskey,
Undulant, lavender.
Pine pitch, crystalline, sticky, rich and golden,
And dried pine rosin polishes glass smooth
Like the smell of powdery orris after years.
Softness, flush, worthy/not worthy,
Rich rays thunder,
Intensify my pulse,
Frenzied red,
Violet between blue and invisible ultraviolet.
Babylon—flutter, glow.
Unquenchable cathartic orris.  

















Pink Graphite

Camellias, winter shrubs,
Their shallow roots grow beneath the spongy caribou moss,
Robins egg blue.
After writing a play with my gifted students program in 1991,
I stopped spending all my free time writing short stories,
But the caribou moss was still soft.

In the cold Arctic of that town,
The evergreen protected the camellias from the afternoon sun and storms.
They branded hardy camellias with a brass molded embossing iron;
I had paper and graphite for my pencils.

After my ninth grade honors English teacher asked us to write poems in 1994,
It began raining.
We lived on an overhang.
A vertical rise to the top of the rock.
The rainstorm caused a metamorphic change in the snowpack,
A wet snow avalanche drifted slowly down the moss covered rock,
The snow already destabilized by exposure to the sunlight.

The avalanche formed lakes,
rock basins washed away with rainwater and melted snow,
Streams dammed by the rocks.  
My pencils washed away in the avalanche,
My clothes heavy and cold.
I wove one side of each warp fiber through the eye of the needle and one side through each slot,
Salves, ointments, serums and tinctures.
I was mining for graphite.
They were mining me,
The only winch, the sound through the water.

A steep staircase to the red Torii gates,
I broke the chains with bells for vespers
And chimes for schisms,
And wove the weft across at right angles to the warp.  

On a rocky ledge at the end of winter,
The pink moon, bitters and body butter,
They tried to get  me to want absinthe,
Wormwood for bitterness and regret.
Heat and pressure formed carbon for flakes of graphite.
Heat and pressure,
I made bitters,
Brandy, grapefruit, chocolate, mandarin rind, tamarind and sugar.
I grounded my feet in the pink moss,
paper dried in one hand,
and graphite for my pencils in the other.  



































Flakes

I don’t let people that put me down be part of my life.  
Gardens and trees,
My shadow sunk in the grass in my yard
As I ate bread, turmeric and lemon.
Carbon crystallizes into graphite flakes.
I write to see well,
Graphite on paper.  
A shadow on rock tiles with a shield, a diamond and a bell
Had me ***** to humiliate me.
Though I don’t let people that put me down near me,
A lot of people putting me down seemed like they were following me,
A platform to jump from
While she had her temple.  

There was a pink door to the platform.
I ate bread with caramelized crusts and
Drank turmeric lemonade
Before I opened that door,
Jumped and
Descended into blankets and feathers.
I found matches and rosin
For turpentine to clean,
Dried plums and licorice.  

In the temple,
In diamonds, leather, wool and silk,
She had her shield and bells,
Drugs and technology,
Thermovision 210 and Minox,
And an offering box where people believed
That if their coins went in
Their wishes would come true.

Hollyhock and smudging charcoal for work,  
Belled,
I ground grain in the mill for the bread I baked for breakfast.
The bells are now communal bells
With a watchtower and a prison,
Her shield, a blowtorch and flux,
Her ex rays, my makeshift records
Because Stalin didn’t like people dancing,
He liked them divebombing.
Impurities in the carbon prevent diamonds from forming,
Measured,
The most hard, the most expensive,
But graphite’s soft delocalized electrons move.  






































OCEAN BED

The loneliness of going to sleep by myself.  
I want a bed that’s high off the ground,
a mattress, an ocean.
I want a crush and that  person in my bed.  
Only that,
a crush in my bed,
an ocean in my bed.  
Just love.  
But I sleep with my thumbs sealed.  
I sleep with my hands, palms up.  
I sleep with my hands at my heart.  
They sear my compassion with their noise.  
They hold their iron over their fire and try to carve their noise into my love,
scored by the violence of voices, dark and lurid,  
but not burned.  
I want a man in my bed.  
When I wake up in an earthquake
I want to be held through the aftershocks.  
I like men,
the waves come in and go out
but the ocean was part of my every day.  
I don’t mind being fetishized in the ocean.  
I ran by the ocean every morning.  
I surfed in the ocean.  
I should’ve gone into the ocean that afternoon at Trestles,
holding my water jugs, kneeling at the edge.  














Morning

I want to fall asleep in the warm arms of a fireman.  
I want to wake up to the smell of coffee in my kitchen.  

Morning—the molten lava in the outer core of the earth embeds the iron from the inner core into the earth’s magnetic field.  
The magnetic field flips.  
The sun, so strong, where it gets through the trees it burns everything but the pine.  
The winds change direction.  
Storms cast lightening and rain.  
Iron conducts solar flares and the heavy wind.  
In that pine forest, I shudder every time I see a speck of light for fear of neon and fluorescents.  The eucalyptus cleanses congestion.  
And Kerouac’s stream ululates, crystal bowl sound baths.  
I follow the sound to the water.  
The stream ends at a bluff with a thin rocky beach below.  
The green water turns black not far from the shore.  
Before diving into the ocean, I eat globe mallow from the trees, stems and leaves, the viscous flesh, red, soft and nutty.  
I distill the pine from one of the tree’s bark and smudge the charcoal over my skin.  

Death, the palo santo’s lit, cleansing negative energy.  
It’s been so long since I’ve smelled a man, woodsmoke, citrus and tobacco.  
Jasmine, plum, lime and tuberose oil on the base of my neck comforts.  
Parabolic chambers heal, sound waves through water travel four times faster.  
The sound of the open sea recalibrates.  
I dissolve into the midnight blue of the ocean.  

I want to fall asleep in the warm arms of a fireman.  
I want to wake up to the smell of coffee in my kitchen.  
I want hot water with coconut oil when I get up.  
We’d lay out on the lawn, surrounded by high trees that block the wind.  
Embers flying through the air won’t land in my yard, on my grass, or near my trees.  





Blue Paper

Haze scatters blue light on a planet.  
Frought women, livid, made into peonies by Aphrodites that caught their men flirting and blamed the women, flushed red.
and blamed the women, flushed red.
Frought women, livid, chrysanthemums, dimmed until the end of the season, exchanged and retained like property.  
Blue women enter along the sides of her red Torii gates, belayed, branded and belled, a plangent sound.  
By candles, colored lights and dried flowers she’s sitting inside on a concrete floor, punctures and ruin burnished with paper, making burnt lime from lime mortar.  
Glass ***** on the ceiling, she moves the beads of a Palestinian glass bead bracelet she holds in her hands.  
She bends light to make shadows against  thin wooden slats curbed along the wall, and straight across the ceiling.
A metier, she makes tinctures, juniper berries and cotton *****.
Loamy soil in the center of the room,
A hawthorn tree stands alone,
A gateway for fairies.
large stones at the base protecting,
It’s branches a barrier.  
It’s leaves and shoots make bread and cheese.
It’s berries, red skin and yellow flesh, make jam.
Green bamboo stakes for the peonies when they whither from the weight of their petals.
And lime in the soil.  
She adds wood chips to the burnt lime in the kiln,
Unrolled paper, spools, and wire hanging.
Wood prayer beads connect her to the earth,
The tassels on the end of the beads connect her to spirit, to higher truth.
Minerals, marine mud and warm basins of seawater on a flower covered desk.  
She adds slaked lime to the burnt lime and wood chips.  
The lime converts to paper,
Trauma victims speak,
Light through butterfly wings.  
She’s plumeria with curved petals, thick, holding water
This is what I have written of my book.  I’ll be changing where the poems with the historical research go.  There are four more of those and nine of the other poems.
Sofia Von Jul 2014
Summer heat summer sweet
With a wealthy nature, rich pheromones erupt
Birds n tha bees escape the trees
Please don't plant your seeds
But throw the leaves
Up n up
To get down and drop
Where the dirt pops
Ken keseys ashes
Edible umbrellas turn rainy days on their head spinning pupils wide void of discontentment
Fairies fly off clouds and stars fall at day
Impossible, feelings are blown in and out of proportion to fit a screen thats too small
Tough love
Tough life
Slick surface don't let me fall off the boat as it rocks
Swisher wraps over the curves
Got me feelin lucky like a charm
Cheef all day got me smellin dank as a Rastafarian Only stoppin to sip my Captain Morgans moonshine
Till we hit the caribbean
Then Jack's got me headin for tides end
Early
Flush the bile outta your system
And spiral out of controls iron hand
**** responsibility, Apathy rules all.

Paper crane ******* get all superficial but yellow bones make my brain go fuzzy in smokey ***
In n out, fast n slow
Nicotine dominates
My senses are lost at Molly
That ***** finger ****** my life
Made me *** every time
This unhealthy relation in action doesn't phase me yet, I'm too young to think that far
I mean
What do you expect?
A Teens crowded perceptions can be judged like a bums intentions.
Peace my brotha
Dandy danny says theres a way out
-side with the rap culture
Shots of rebellion pour through the cracks we each fill
The glass
Is too cracked to be see-through

West coast vibes kick back lax attitude I carry on my shoulders
Forever green is my state
Wash that **** off your lawn crack *** haters I'll spray paint your ***
Equality's the goal
**** race
**** sexuality
I see soul
Open up
Show me your beat
I'll count bars as we spit elicited slurs drizzled to drops leaving the cops to stop us
Quit
Obeyin the brand
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say?
‘A posteriori’ leads the way
For the extra and the ordinary
Axiomatic sway,
In the gravity of corollary,
‘A priori’ interplay
Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation,
As the innocence of dissonance delay.
Practicing semantic contemplation,
In willfully prevenient interpolation,
Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray,
Forecasts in vague extrapolation
Contrasts the millennial contagion
Already underway,
Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves,
To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves,
A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves,
Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves,
Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves,
A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves.
The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates,
An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states,
Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates.
Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates,
Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates,
Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion,
Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion,
The personable recluse fighting an illusion
Breaking down the nuances of every institution.
Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity
Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility,
An opinionated adversary,
to the realist without evidence,
Theorizing in futility,
Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community.
Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified,
Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified,
Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide,
Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide,
Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified.
Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity,
As consequential regiments are expounded universally,
To unstratify the residents indiscriminately
And identify quantum elements spiritualistically,
Changing collective behavior individually,
Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
This is an edited, expanded, expounded, confounded, reverberation of Linguistic Illusions to Probable Solutions written months back.
Chiyo  Jul 2014
thunder
Chiyo Jul 2014
it's been raining all day
and the trucks passing in heavy rain on the road behind
my little house
sounds an awful lot like the thunder
that dominates my little patch of sky
Alex Hoffman Dec 2015
The only proper way to be a conversationalist is to convince yourself that you’re boring. If you can strip back the hard shell of the ego, and look down on yourself from the eyes of an apathetic God, you will likely (and hopefully) see just how boring you really are. It isn’t a sin to be boring, in fact there are many advantages to honest self-depreciation.

The main advantage, is the way you approach a conversation. “Interesting” people find it difficult to silence the affected score-keeper that dominates their internal dialogue and ruins any chance of an honest and engaged conversation. It is the voice that reminds you to show interest with your body language, and keep a dumb happy gaze laser pointed into their eyes. This dialogue is obsessed with authenticity and genuine conversation, and therefore a natural sociopath.

Luckily, you are the stunning definition of boredom, an extracted dictionary cut-out of un-interesting, and nobody could possibly give a rats-*** what you have to think—least of all the Voice that controls the inner-dialogue. That Voice has packed it up to find a more interesting vessel…maybe the person standing across from you in conversation. 


Because you are so boring, and they are the Oxford personification of intellect and fascination, you should pay careful attention to what they say—no time to worry about how they’re perceiving your reaction to whatever it is they’re saying. You are too busy to notice what sort of body language you may or may not be using to validate their half of the conversation. Instead, your time is spent carefully hanging on their every word, digesting it and projecting the whole bit into a colourful scene in your imagination. Instead, you’re too lost in the excitement of their infinitely more interesting life and impossible wealth of knowledge offered to you with each word that they speak. Instead, you are actually listening to the words that come out of their mouth and not the ones that speak to you from the inside of your own mind.

This is what it means to be in conversation. This was the point of our social nature. And in a world of needy social-media junkies grabbing at the cuffs of potential ‘followers’ and ‘likes’ and trendy passer-by’s, the last thing anyone needs is the high-pitched whine of another “interesting” millennial.

Lucky for you, you boring sack of yawning sloths, that you aren’t interesting too.
Prelude  PART I


"Today when the threat is looming, as close apocalyptic years approach, it will be by cohabiting itself and the ruining valley of debris, which will make this world corrupted the next issue of the numeral scale of the new count, a rising hyperspace , concerning the parts of the kingdom of God ... "

Then on the Lord's day, John saw the glory of the risen Christ, and she understood from the point of view of God, he saw that the fate of the Church and threatened in the first persecutions took the appearance of a dark beginning.
And the time John wrote the Evangelist, including books were Jews called Revelation, that is, "Revelations". With fantastic images of monsters, angels and cataclysms, evidence of the Jewish people are stressed and are invited to await the judgment of God who intervenes from heaven with all his power.  So my beloved world is harsh and does not represent an apocalypse, but it is the true reality is when I will bear its overwhelming slaughter.

" Today when I walked with my winged feet near my friend Victor, I confided down the road crushed by afflictive legs; how difficult the taste of laughter when the decadent surrounds you, the human, the vile, the loose ...
Even though the celestial charisma invoke his memory and help nourish the weakness of Robert in hyperspace, with clean clothes, I can see his beloved mother consumed as automaton can take care of him. She is also her father, because it carries rooted in its members and manners, infinitely sharp look; in their arms they will gather wherever his soul is under his patronage that lives there ..."
I am  who  say that Roberto is a dog, who bears all the faces of dogs humble and serene. Perhaps tired of hearing young people, it is flush adults who do not accept, and who do not share as young faces were watching them, getting them to receive them what they should disclose them.
This is how we are numbed and distraction is fleeting, and he looking aside in his astrayed, he would be saying ...:
"Among the cradle and the grave I have a feeble scaffolding, and then complains, though his other I demolishes; unsconcient defends his executioner ... that the threat of death is its widespread depravity, which dominates it and want to go on like mortifiying.

      I want to talk about life ..., he said in his short years of life, which is more of it; possibly coming to complex, what our Somatic territory responds in normal or involuntarily. Comparative anatomy, and its innermost portion, the link body and mind, as a pure white as Samadhis and nature.
Homeostatic factors regulating our vitality, making its experimental modification, increasing to evolution, or maturation as a criterion of personal psychology go with the passage of time into in the depths of our mind.
Thus in a known threshold of Vedic architecture, its sensitivity is excited by regulating the effectiveness of the response to be made ... and everything related to the world of Ludwig Garroch; brother Robert in his strange Emigrate.
Yesterday when my arms away from hers, my fingers pounding away and recording what the heart more than a song, was a symphony sonata with a single end, long and sustained movement; It was the adage inner melancholy with an eye romanticism, which dominates the
passions of the visible world, which inhabits Antonieta, causing me, unbalanced living.


                                       CHAPTER I


In the beginning years of his childhood, little Ludwig sitting at home, in the gallery. Ask her aunt who was ironing ... Madelain, how I would always be a child of five ...?, And being as such, a privileged to receive toys for many years. Attentive aunt, maybe go to hear with little complacency as his hands only want unroll clothes.
After two years at the age of seven, when her aunt arranging his coat to go to Mass, she teaches a carol that had been taught in childhood. When many wondered whether there is a Santa Claus ...?, And among his friends they looked to unravel the mystery. One year later, when he enjoyed his unicycle, who just dominated him, called him a cousin telling her it was her birthday. He did not hesitate to go to find out what was behind the call, so he found the means by which we celebrate, we live and cooperate towards happiness and delight to have us at each other.
Not long after a friend told him .. "You do not have ten years are too big And Ludwig thought he was well endowed and well stopped, so not your friend was wrong in the above. It is my label and my stance has put the world on me.
Every passing day came the stamp of manly character, a woman or girl who made change her hairstyle, and he did dress more attractive every day.
Later, in his teens, his gaze was well received and their voices radiated security screening. Where He must continue the line of men. Even when I was living as smoothly, looks out strong destination with which calls us to live with skin clean or *****, because it is inside the feeling and the pain does not come out, it is enclosed by the overflowing affection. Here is the portion of good or evil haunting things casual and destroys the healthy, it fertile.

                                        
              ­                           CHAPTER II


Then was a year with a sports compensate pleasant summer sated outdoors, almost fugitive ... will not wonder that life smiled on him serfdom, and very willing opened his prudence.
Every time I decided to go to his favorite places, he went with his burly comrades in the best mood to conquer optimistically. Thus, no wonder he wanted when he was alone and put your reasoning judiciously, because nothing is distant, nothing is impossible.

After unite desires and forces, to clean your bike, piece by piece, in full sun know much security would not allow the mother of vices ruin their fun, that scarce alive to possess the desire to move and go on compliance instinct. Casts on itself, the vigor of the inner, its desolate world full of free enthusiasms who obey no doubt the vital complex activity.
Ludwig and entering the maelstrom of men love hate Godson, you can glimpse the friction with the air, with people ... I wore. That their voices heard their soul contracts, and thus puts light feet towards an acceleration which does not afflict his troubled stomach, nor regret his decision and put fearful, but, bring himself retained encouragement of his mind to remember the maternal cooing, comfort and timely relief to protect forever the suffering, the suffering of torment without end, not he shut the inspiration of the good man that no harm will result, and not for nothing the valence of living and not quarrel prancing. No existing could shed some light on what role, and that little thought is not complicated, and thus shown kneeling and unable to distressing oppressors and agents tangled conduct to chaos, those characters of ambition and discrimination.
Ludwig, who lives in the Ecologist City, where large forest ... budded, is home jungle floral site, whose relations are flowers, trees ..., next to Strange birds migrate flower in her intra nature reproduced, and pods evacuated by butterflies.
His close friend, is the watery and salty sea, which is beloved because he falls in love, puts on alert and curses him by his surroundings and invoking him. Anyway, it dwells wherever it is, and is accepted as a basic element of the universe.

                                    
                                         CHAPTER III

The act of tender love would be fulfilled later ..., what his voice fell silent and had his eyes and heart fortify, which will be linked from far inside.
At night, with Roderick going to a festive night, they climbed the rungs center alone, with heat in his shirt skin later. And in a deliberate action, someone asks you a sign that taking care tired and distinguishing see that John was his friend, school mate. He did not hesitate, he approached, greeted him and his sister and a cousin when she noticed well, he saw that he wore perfect for your night.
Debra wore elegant, dark clothes and sang with her dark brown wavy hair; his white brunette and harmonious ****** complexion line, gave her constant reflection. Fate was present, as it would not go around the world to be looked at by someone, he would watch his choice. Little was said, he only realized he was not passing and North America came eleven years ago.


They roasted the hours and the party ended, Ludwig remained with her new friend and his old friend John. They went downstairs, thinking about committing his new friendship, as I had noticed a slight interest in it. This happened and the meeting lasted for several hours.
The next day, he went to see her lawns roads where she lived, always with its mystique and kneeling the beast that wanted to impose upon him, that gives it excessive materialism unloved peace.
She arrives at her house, which was to John, though not very comfortable, but sure to please and attentive to host it.
And that night said much that was the tender feeling and liking her, but as his policy was rigid and concerning celibacy, only mattered to him, the unknown world of madness in his brawling to survive.
Time passed and deepened love, Ludwig went to say goodbye to his beloved, especially that he had faith, but that day would betray him. And so I wanted to put his heart and iron sleep peacefully, but Debra no secret  to tell ...:

"Ludwig, do not abandon our own, we must have faith, and I understand what it is. Ludwig rested and then brought her hands to her, hugged her and kissed all over her face, covering her eyebrows, nose, forehead, mouth; his lips positions in the middle of it, wanted to feel her warmth and tell her he loved her and would miss a lot of pain. But there was no show weakness, he must be strong and not to complicate the farewell from North America. Mourn scared him, because he had forged the feeling, because his aching grief was deep and it was at an undetermined point, with great desire to hold her and kiss over his face.
So ever, it was unbearable, she would like to die in his memory and had to remember in the collective thinking of his family circle. Which it fits the feel shivers ideas with sensations, such as the best in its inherent upstart point.

It was hard, as if more than man Ludwig out the feminine side of himself. But irremediable was the end, eager poisonous reaper approached. Ludwig hugged her, kissed her and stroked her right breast ... saying: "Do not forget me ..." and so left. Then he wrote her, that madness had transformed her away, but the distance was prevented against carcinoma being all postponed.
To know he could not boil your blood heavy thinking, they were contracted muscles. When he relaxed, he saw back through the hatch of his head, the soul that was in an ****** tragic holocaust, where Eros tenaciously and rebellion dictated its laws. Ludwig slept, and consciousness became natural color, as if it were safer, eternally fresh and manufactured this dream a poem ...:  

" That one corresponding to the celebration,
I wish to reunite with enthusiasm and strength ...
touching eyes closed
the sad sky, the dry ground, dried flowers
and people backward habits.

As meaning if it takes itself ...,
is the meaning
although they are scattered
in flows oppressions ...
the animosity of delight just widow and desultory,
losses and more losses at the time of aging ...
and profits to appease others.

For more like,
there seems to be a big drop ...
the same credibility ...?
and setting as a feeling
remain imagination stationary.

As hard it corresponds to the body,
It is destroyed inside ...
and hardened thoughts
tears falling to the esophagus,
without recognizing either way.

Who the pace of living is customizable,
and no opportunity is lost ...
but growing and creative
rears its profile,
as an unforgiven mirage. "


    Have been and unrestless forms of peremptory perceive, and when it starts to wander in my solitude, transporting my sorrow with grief, wherever I go I will take silent and vivifying separation completes the probable brain, which lives and endures in avidity stamped man with his need to want the Lord's command that made me forge this creation .--- he told himself, as a witness epilogue of his poem, albeit as the cry to its essence it was about. Originally from the Ecologist City, where reigned the wise and calm, where he healed their diseases, which has dodged the putrefaction of their wounds, where you inhale the aroms most want and cordoned off its without a grave lack of soft and flowering odour.
To believe missing, do not be afraid and trust that will grab everything, that not a drop of air was not lost on her fingers, which will not fail to display their imaginative stuff Alma Mater.
With all their eating, you want to cure your bad like venereum, and would go into the hands of a counselor or a warlock who extirpated the curse. Heal her feet and hands to despair, to heal the memory of his thought that I seasoned and voluptuous breaks the veins of his caleter, which seems not of it like a dwarf be provided with a dagger will break their venal, and this to commit such surgery, he laughs loudly with garnets eyes, full of the worst evil.

And this way Ludwig Garroch, vague without fear of rags, without fear of hunger or the messiness, only idles so that someday I can walk on the water surface, leaving their hydrocentric footprints where plankton reverence their sense of pain, his infarcted heart , her long fingernails of violence.


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judy smith Sep 2016
Paris has traditionally been the city where inter­national designers – from Australia and England to Beirut and Japan – opt to unveil their collections. However, Karen Ruimy, who is behind the Kalmar label, chose the runways of Milan Fashion Week for her debut showcase in September.

The Morocco-born, London- based designer hosted an intimate al fresco event in a private palazzo to launch her holiday line of fine cotton and silk jumpsuits, breezy kaftans, long skirts, playsuits and off-the-shoulder tops in tropical prints.

Ruimy had a career in finance before moving into the arts – she owns a museum of photography in Marrakech – and has become increasingly involved in fashion and beauty, thanks to her personal interest in holistic therapies.

These are clothes, she explains, that marry luxury and wellness, and are the things she would wear when she wants quality time by herself. The fact that they are made in Italy, convinced her that Milan was the right place for her debut – where she showed alongside the likes of Gucci, Prada, Verscae and Marni.

On fashion calendars, Milan has conventionally been the place where the runways confirm the trends and themes hinted at ­earlier, in New York and London. However, this season, the Italian designers did not speak with one voice, making Milan Fashion Week all the more refreshing for it.

Often, there might be an era or style of design that dominates the runways during a particular season, but for spring/summer 2017 in Milan, there was a standout showing of techno sportswear and techno fabrics employed in updated classics such as coats and box-pleat skirts, or with references to north African and Native American themes.

The Italian designers sent looks that would appeal to everyone, from the haute bohemian and athletic woman, to the cool sophisticate and the art crowd, as well as – as in the case of Moschino – to the iPhone generation.

Only three seasons ago, Gucci’s creative director Alessandro Michele was lauded for his complicated maximalist styling. Yet in Milan, Gucci channelled a dreamlike vibe with Victoriana, denim, athletic apparel and oversized accessories, thrown together in delightful chaos, making it difficult to predict the direction Michele is taking Gucci in.

Currently he seems to be in a holding pattern, hovering at once over 1940s Hollywood glamour, 1970s flared pantsuits, and ruffled party dresses from the 1980s, in a cacophony of ­colours and fabrics.

The feeling of joyous madness continued at Dolce & Gabbana, where street dancers emerged from the audience to start the party in the designers’ tropical-themed show. The clothes used some of their familiar tropes, such as military jackets, corseted black-lace dresses miniskirts. New, however, were the baggy tapering trousers redolent of jodhpurs, and the lavish and detailed embellishment the designers used to sell their story.

Wanderlust dominated the moodboards at Roberto Cavalli – rich patterns, embroidery and patchworks inspired by Native Americans – and Etro with its ­tribal themes on kaftans, duster coats and Berber-style capes.

Giorgio Armani, Agnona Tod’s, Bottega Veneta and Salvatore Ferragamo – with its stylish twisted leather dresses and crisp athletic sportswear designed by newcomer Fulvio Rigoni – all answered the call of women who want stylish but undemanding clothes.

Marni would appeal to the art world for its graceful, pioneering ideas. The label’s finely pleated dresses displayed a life of their own, and its micro-printed dresses were gathered, folded and distorted to walk the line between stylish and quirky.

In contrast, the sportswear at MaxMara and Donatella Versace targeted the dynamic generation of athletic women, with sleek leggings, belted jackets, power suits and anoraks. Versace has made it clear that she thinks this is the only way forward. She may be right, but there’s always room for the myriad styles displayed at Milan Fashion Week in all our wardrobes.

It was feathers with everything at Prada. Silk pyjamas, boldly coloured and mixed checks, cardigans and wrap skirts with Velcro fasteners show Miuccia Prada reinventing the classics. Most glamorous was the series of evening dresses and pyjamas with jewelled embroidery and feathers, worn with kitten heels that married sporty straps with heaps of crystals. Prada’s must-have bag of the season is a bold clutch with a long strap fastener, that comes in a multitude of geometric and daisy patterns.

Versace

Over the past three seasons, Donatella Versace has been carving out a new image for her brand – a shift from the luxe glam of red carpets and superyachts, although the inhabitants of that world will be sure to buy into the new Versace vibe. Donatella’s girls are both glamorous and empowered. The sporty look is tough, urban and energetic, judging by the billowing ultra-thin high-tech nylon parkas and blousons, stirrup trousers and dresses (the shapes of which are manipulated by drawstrings). Dresses, skirts and tops are spliced at angles and studded together. Swishy pleated dresses and silky slit skirts gave energy when in movement, and were as soft as the look got.

Bottega Veneta

Model Gigi Hadid and veteran actress Lauren Hutton walked arm in arm down the Bottega Veneta runway, illustrating the breadth of the Italian maison in Tomas Maier’s hands. This was a double celebration of the Bottega’s 50th ­anniversary and Maier’s 15th as its creative director. Menswear and womenswear were combined, and the focus was on easy, elegant clothes in luxurious materials, such as ostrich, crocodile and lamb skin for coats; easy knits and cotton dresses worn with antique-style silver jewellery; and wedge heels. Fifteen handbag styles debuted along with 15 from the archive.

Fendi

Silvia Venturini’s new Kan handbag was a star turn at Milan. The stud-lock bag dotted with candy-coloured studs, rosette embroidery and floral ribbons couldn’t help but charm every woman in the audience. It was the perfect joyful accessory for Karl Lagerfeld’s feminine vintage romp through the wardrobe of Marie Antoinette, with sugary colours, bows, big apron skirts and crisp white embroidery juxtaposed with sporty footballer-stripe tops – effectively updating a historical look.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Jayanta Apr 2014
My dear,
We have
Lost your image!
Display your vivacity!
Unable to recall your voice!
Speak loudly,
Through dancing with wind!
Forget your fragrance!
Spread it through wave!
Unable to recall your colour !
Delighted with your blossoming flower!
*
She replies.......
How can I?
Your bulldozer relics us!
How can I?
Your buildings stifle us!
How can I ?
Burning fuel of your vehicle and machine,
Intimidated us!
How I can
You called us ****!
How can I ....................?

My dear
Our imp dominates us!
Please salvage us!
**
My dear
Please extend your hand
To clutch and revive us.........
Idonotexist Jun 2014
eye lids move slowly
over the eyeballs
in an effort to garner
sleep to a worn out
body to restore the
metabolism to normality
yet sleep eludes

the slight movement
of the eyelids never felt before
is sensed as the brine tear
a lubricant between the interface
where surface tension dominates
all other forces of physics
what force dominates my heart?
I know not
and sleep eludes me

Unconstrained emotions flow
around like unsettled dust
particles glowing in the sunlight
that escapes in through a ventilator hole
sedatives themselves are sedated
and sleep eludes me

I still have five more days I foresee
before hallucinations and delusions
take over me
before that oh sleep like gandalf
arriving at helms deep
please come back to me
but not at the breaking of the dawn
not when light is bright
but in silence of the mysterious night
Nathan Burt  Dec 2013
4:30 am
Nathan Burt Dec 2013
Manifested while delightfully under the influence of three grams of psilocybe cyanescens*

Anything is possible. Why not try horizons that defy what you understand as existence. Why not open your mind to a world of joy and peace. This is how we are to live. In a heighten state of euphoria. If we are ever to work collectively, there must be a common bond. Not something as simple as a heredity trait or superficial idea. There needs to be a plane of existence that dominates the current one. World peace, which should be the goal of all humans, is only achievable through accepting chaos and rising above it. No need to face the world alone, but one must understand the brutal force reality can assert. The cosmos is hostile and indifferent to our existence yet still provides a bounty for life to flourish. We must consider our place in the cosmic perspective of life. We need to put aside our differing perspectives on the afterlife and focus on this realm. With our collective understanding of the fragility of the Earth we can create a more sustainable future. World peace and sustainability is only achievable through the individual effort. We are a collective organism comprised of individuality. Thus everyone must adopt the true definition of anarchy. Now, once the concept of anarchy is introduced into a conversation, the collective consciousness immediately applies the negative stigma that is normally associated with the word. Whereas the true definition of anarchy is a much more neutral term. Anarchy is pure self governance. We govern ourselves and help one another in a local community structure. There cannot be another body of government dictating the actions that need to take place. The presence of a centralized government drains the positive energy, diminishes personal responsibility, and forces everyone into a clouded routine. The routine becomes comfortable and with the few privileges granted to the people it seems no other system is necessary. Yet the powers that be use this complacency to slowly tighten the vice grip that is their greed. Unfortunately this is where we are today. Everyone, seemingly unbeknownst to the truth, exists in a sterile and regimented lifestyle, that when looked at from an outside perspective, seems dull and truly unnecessary. It seems that we are too concerned with exacerbating the emotion of the moment, instead of embracing it with pure neutrality. Do not suppress your emotions or neglect their significance. Rather, approach the situation with as little emotional stake as possible and allow your open mind to thrive on the natural vibes. Granted, we all emit a vibe according to our current psychological state. This is a product of our socialization and environment that we sometimes cannot rise above. But what we can do is accept the emotional roller coaster and find our cosmic balance. You are the center of your universe; just one more way for the cosmos to know its self. Meaning, if life is all relative, then we should eliminate our attempts to swing the collective consciousness in our favor. Life should not be a constant battle of maintaining our socially constructed image; but rather an existence of peace and neutrality. One must understand that basic neutrality is neither good nor bad; it simply is. The universe exists in a permanent state of chaos, which fundamentally is neutral. It is incredibly satisfying to exist with this knowledge. In essence, we do share a common bond. However you want to classify it. The catalyst for the masses to achieve this collective understanding is, essentially, unknown. Whether this transcendence is reached with psychedelic drugs or the simple progression of time is unclear. But one can only dream about the utopia that a permanent state of neutrality would bring. To put it simply, applying the realization of neutrality and the need for cooperation to the collective consciousness will allow for a more prosperous way of life.

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