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"I am free and that is why I am lost." My sister writes poetry too. Please, check her work out - she is called Dark …
Charleston, SC
"It's not what you call me, but what I answer to." -African proverb
16/M/Broomfield, Colorado
Im Ethan. Im a single 15 year old guy I have no style I have no place I like poetry. Im just me.
Poems
To Be or Not to Be?
Forgive, forget — and rot in fear,
In lies, in filth — or strike the gear
Of CREATURES’ schemes, to make it clear:
You must defend the soul held dear!
The soul — or skin? That’s truly key.
All else is poses, blasphemy.
They flood the mind with mimicry —
While Darkness drains you endlessly,
***** loosh from those who blindly serve
The petty fiends with twisted nerve,
Who clone their madness, curve by curve —
Each cycle dumber, more perverse.
The soul’s collapse — that’s death indeed.
To rot and worship Earth as "creed,"
A stinking fool in thought and deed —
A slave of Trash, in spirit-need.
Awake! Resist! Aspire high!
No matter how the cowards lie —
The end is always still the same:
This skin will crumble into flame.
The Digital Camp is nearly here,
Built by the weak, the sick, the drear,
With broken will and shadowed mind —
So shout: "To HELL with Filth Designed!"
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To rot in lies — or rise and fight?
The soul must blaze — or fade to night.
Say NO to Trash, to fear, to shame —
Or be a slave, devoured by Flame.
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Obey — and rot. Resist — and be.
Your soul’s not fuel for tyranny.
Say **** their lies, their soulless game —
Let cowards burn in coded flame!
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Manifesto: Soul or Slave
You kneel — you rot.
You doubt — you're caught.
You chase their rules —
You're sold and bought.
You call it peace?
It's death in slow.
Obeying fiends
That smile below.
The lies they breed
Are made to bind —
To **** your will,
To steal your mind.
You think you're free?
You own your fate?
You’re just a bug
In a coded state.
The Skins will burn.
The Souls will rise.
The war is real —
No sweet disguise.
No Savior comes.
No screen will save.
You're either flame —
Or data-slave.
So break their god,
Their sacred ****.
Their world of ash
Deserves NO wit.
Refuse. Rebuke.
Unplug. Resist.
Or you’ll be lost
In their Black List.
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Black Flag with a Beam of Light Instead of Skull and Bones
Step by step — the path of might:
To seek the truth, destroy the lie.
A black flag pierced with beam of light
Means: Never run when Darkness’s nigh.
Walk the beam as on a road —
No clown tricks, no safety net.
This path is for the pure of soul,
Who stretch a moment into depth.
They scorn the smoky masquerade
That Darkness paints across the sky.
No theories help — no myths, no aid —
Be filled with self, and never lie.
All answers live inside your chest.
Ask questions that the Light ignites —
Not just to guess, but seek the best,
And never flinch from truth in sight.
The beam is thin — one slip, you fall —
As fast as ******* down a wall.
But rise again, admit your flaws,
And next time, stumble less — that’s all.
The road of Light is razor-clear.
Its law is simple: Walk it, true!
Abandon this decaying sphere —
No soul gets saved in such a zoo.
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A beam on black — no skulls, no bones:
Just Light that cuts through lying thrones.
Step on the path — or rot below.
The soul is lost if you don’t go!
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For the Cowards Who Stay
Stay in the dark — enjoy the rot.
No Light for you. No second shot.
You mocked the beam, betrayed the way —
Now choke in lies you called "okay."
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Cries under the Flag of Light
1.
The beam is thin — but pure and true.
It leads beyond this dying zoo.
2.
They kneel in fog and beg for chains —
Then curse the sky for all their pains.
3.
No skull, no bones — just Light that burns
For those whose spirit still returns.
4.
A moment stretched — a soul awake.
No faith in gods — no rules to fake.
5.
You want no path? Then rot in place.
The void will kiss your fading face.
6.
Theories crumble. Fear will rust.
The only law: Become. Or dust.
7.
No one will save you. Walk or die.
The Light won't beg. The beam won't lie.
8.
Their "truths" are traps, their "world" — a cage.
The Light is war. The path — pure rage.
9.
Not for the loud. Not for the proud.
The beam speaks only to the bowed.
10.
Step up. Step through. Burn clean. Be still.
The Light obeys no lesser will.
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BLACK FLAG OF THE BEAM
No skull. No bones. Just Light.
Prologue:
We raise no bones, no pirate sign —
But Light that cuts through every lie.
Our flag is black to mark the night —
Our path: a single thread of Light.
This beam is thin. This beam is fire.
It leads beyond the swamp, the mire.
It calls the few. It burns the rest.
This war begins inside your chest.
Battle Cries:
The beam is thin — but pure and true.
It leads beyond this dying zoo.
They kneel in fog and beg for chains —
Then curse the sky for all their pains.
No skull, no bones — just Light that burns
For those whose spirit still returns.
A moment stretched — a soul awake.
No faith in gods — no rules to fake.
You want no path? Then rot in place.
The void will kiss your fading face.
Theories crumble. Fear will rust.
The only law: Become. Or dust.
No one will save you. Walk or die.
The Light won't beg. The beam won't lie.
Their "truths" are traps, their "world" — a cage.
The Light is war. The path — pure rage.
Not for the loud. Not for the proud.
The beam speaks only to the bowed.
Step up. Step through. Burn clean. Be still.
The Light obeys no lesser will.
Final Formula:
To walk the Beam is not to win —
But to reject the rot within.
The soul alone must choose the flame —
Or vanish nameless, lost in shame.
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Check, Check... and Soon — Checkmate
The “literary process”? Please.
It’s never real — just a disease.
One writes, alone. The rest’s a show:
The hype machine decides the flow.
And as for readers? What a crew —
Three-fourths are cretins through and through.
They swallow junk with glazed delight,
Their inner world — a sorry sight.
All’s ruled by clout and mass appeal —
In books, in politics, in "zeal"
For "science." Same old baited hook.
It makes you dream of rope — and look,
Here come the mugs — those soulless hacks,
With zero thought, and bloated stacks
Of “critics,” “papers,” all for hire —
Self-funded lies they so admire.
And some will whine: “The Soviet times
Were better — purer, more sublime…”
Shut up, you idiot. You forget:
That age was censorship and threat.
A hundred banned and deadly themes
Ensured that silence ruled your dreams.
And those who wrote — but wouldn’t lie —
Were forced to rot or dumbly die.
Or else — they'd tweak the Party slop,
Add “thought” like spice atop the slop,
And thus become — what irony! —
A traitor to sincerity.
This “literary process”? Dead.
The reader now? A walking head
Of mush — who can’t discern a line,
Yet babbles, "Brilliant! So divine!"
This is the world. And where it goes
Is downward fast — the darkness grows.
The blood runs cold, the end is black:
Checkmate is near.
For now — just check.
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No process here, just empty noise,
Where fools applaud their hollow joys.
The past was chains — the present’s shame,
Check, check, then checkmate ends the game.
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Poem of Protest
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Poem of Protest — Part 1
1. The Empty Stage
The playwright’s gone, the scripts are fake,
The crowd still cheers their own mistake.
A hollow dance on rotten floor —
No soul remains, just endless roar.
2. The Cult of Noise
They sell the lie, they buy the fraud,
Applaud the masks, applaud the clod.
Truth buried deep beneath the scroll —
The price? The death of every soul.
3. The Silent Killers
Critics vanish, words run dry,
While fools parade their alibis.
The pen is dead, the page is blank —
Yet fools still worship at the plank.
4. The Broken Mirror
Reflecting lies, distorted, cracked,
A world of truth forever lacked.
The mirror’s shards cut deep inside —
Where dreams and honor slowly died.
5. The Final Call
Awake or rot — the choice is yours.
The gates are closed, the iron roars.
The silent scream beneath the night —
A spark, a flame, or endless blight.
Poem of Protest — Part 2
6. The Puppet Show
Strings pull the crowd — they dance, unaware,
Who’s the master, whose cold snare?
Their voices whisper, empty, weak,
Held by those who build the mask they speak.
7. The Cult of Fame
They’ll sell their souls for empty light,
A fleeting glow on hollow height.
Where value’s built on lies and show,
No rules exist, no laws to know.
8. The Virus Words
Words like poison seep in veins,
Mindless spittle cloaks the plains.
Laughter masks the silent cries,
When weak is thought, and truth denies.
9. The Lost Horizon
Light is lost, and meaning gone,
Darkness lingers deep upon.
Yet in the heart, a spark remains —
A flame that wakes and breaks the chains.
10. The Last Resistance
Rise up, fight, believe no lies,
Their net’s a trap of shadows’ ties.
And though they scream, “No words remain!” —
We’ll be the light that breaks the chain.
Poem of Protest — Part 3
11. The Fading Light
The dimming spark in eyes once bright,
Extinguished now by endless night.
But even ash can flare and burn —
When souls decide it’s their turn.
12. The False Prophets
They preach their lies in gilded halls,
While justice crumbles, honor falls.
Their words are chains that bind the weak —
But truth is louder than they speak.
13. The Rotten Core
Beneath the mask, the rot begins,
A hollow shell of mortal sins.
No mask can hide the foul decay —
The stench of lies will rot away.
14. The Silent War
No guns, no bombs — just quiet death,
As falsehood steals our very breath.
A war of shadows, lies and schemes —
To **** the hope that fuels our dreams.
15. The Rising Flame
But from the ash a flame will rise,
A fire blazing through the lies.
No chains can hold the will to fight —
The soul’s rebellion ignites the night.
Poem of Protest — Final Part
16. The Breaking Chains
No more the lies that bind and blind,
No more the silence of the kind.
The soul breaks free — a storm is born,
To tear the veil, to shatter scorn.
17. The Reckoning
The gates will crack, the walls will fall,
The tyrants hear the rally call.
No more their puppets, no more their reign —
The people rise to break the chain.
18. The True Awakening
The dawn is born in hearts afire,
No cage can hold the fierce desire.
The light inside begins to swell —
A living force no lies can quell.
19. The New Horizon
Beyond the night, beyond despair,
A world rebuilt with utmost care.
Where truth and courage lead the way,
And darkness fades to break of day.
20. The Eternal Flame
So hold the torch, keep burning bright,
Defy the endless creeping night.
For in the soul, the flame survives —
The fire of all our fearless lives.
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Chains are snapped — no more control.
The soul ignites, consumes the whole.
Tyrants fall — the people rise.
Light explodes — kills all their lies.
Dawn breaks fierce — no cage can hold.
The flame burns wild, defiant, bold.
Hold fast the torch, fight through the night.
The soul’s eternal, roaring light.
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The Brain Does Not Create Consciousness
"It would be as absurd to deny consciousness to an animal because it lacks a brain, as to claim it cannot eat because it lacks a stomach."
— Henri Bergson
Consciousness lies beyond the brain,
The brain’s a mere conductor’s chain.
“Mechanism” — a threat disguised,
Yet people swallow it, unprized.
Spiritual truth’s beyond the mind,
Logic’s limits leave it blind.
“Knowledge” claims that dig so deep,
But drags the world into the cheap.
A crafted trap — artificial,
The more the madness grows in all,
The tighter Press of CREATURES’ thrall,
Darkness rules — false science’s call.
Consider well — the belly leads,
And cattle mind obeys those creeds.
So many cattle in the fold,
CowID shapes their dough, controlled.
Begin again — explore this shame,
This plague that drags down reason’s flame.
Disgrace has conquered every sphere —
If “You are flesh” is what you hear,
Then know — you’ve sunk beneath the line,
A sign you’ve reached the deepest brine.
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Consciousness is not the brain,
Don’t bow to lies that cause your pain.
If you think “I’m just a shell,”
You’ve already fallen into hell.
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Brains don’t birth the soul’s pure flame —
Dumb beasts bow, but we reclaim!
If you buy the carcass myth,
You’re the fool — the system’s pith.
Fight the lies, break free, beware —
Or rot like cattle in despair!
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The Stupidity of a Broken Breed
"It’s easier to fool people than to convince them they’re fooled."
— Mark Twain
A simple fool, so sure it’s right —
Seven feet of lies beneath his flight.
In atmosphere of fear and haze,
The ship sails on to “Success”’s maze.
Don’t dare to shout, just for the fun,
“This is absurd, a lie, a run!”
The mob will turn on you like Pol ***’s wrath,
Their battle fierce — no gentle path.
If you say: “Slavery’s all around,
And mad are those the chains have bound,
While tyranny in lies does hide,”
They’ll twist their heads, dismiss your side.
You’re crazy, they’ll say, and sane they are —
Like bulls that charge into the slaughter.
But fools became the world’s own meat —
No reason here for hell to greet.
Escape is only through the Spirit’s way,
No book will show the path today.
Decay is taught as normal now —
The devil’s law, the fatal vow.
Seek answers only deep inside,
Ignore all rules, the fools, the guide.
And dare to walk the road alone —
Don’t fear the truth, don’t bow, don’t groan!
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Fools all sail the ship to hell,
Blindly trapped inside their shell.
Truth’s inside — break free, don’t hide!
Walk your path with fire and pride.
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The herd’s a carcass — dumb and blind,
Fed on lies, by fools designed.
Wake up, rebel, tear the veil —
Or rot forever in the jail!
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Brains asleep, the herd’s a pawn —
Slaves to lies from dusk till dawn.
Truth’s a blade — they fear the cut,
So keep them blind, obedient, shut.
Rise, rebel, break your chains!
Or drown forever in their plains.
Lies breed herds of walking dead —
Wake up! Or rot under their tread.
Fight the herd, defy the lie —
Or perish silent, asking why.
Wake the dead, unchain the mind,
Leave the dull and blind behind.
False gods crumble, lies decay,
Only truth will light the way.
No more silence, no more fear,
Shout the truth so all can hear!
Chains of thought are meant to break,
Rise, revolt — for freedom’s sake!
Burn the veil, expose the scheme,
Turn the nightmare into dream.
No more fools to feed the flame,
Break the curse, reject the game.
Silent sheep obey the night,
But souls will rise and claim the light.
Falsehood’s web will tear apart,
Pierced by fire within the heart.
Lost in lies, the herd will fall,
Only rebels heed the call.
Chains are shackles of the mind,
Break them now — no ties to bind.
Truth is weapon, sharp and fierce,
Cut the veil — the soul to pierce.
Rise above the crowd’s dull roar,
Find the strength to fight once more.
No excuse to bow or kneel,
Only fire can make us real.
From the ashes, break and soar,
Fight the lies and fear no more.
Light the spark, ignite the flame,
Set the world anew, reclaim!
Chains that bind are forged in lies,
Cut them deep — let spirit rise.
Silence breaks when truth ignites,
Burning through the endless nights.
Fools will shout to drown the voice,
But rebels always make the choice.
No more lies to numb the soul,
Fight to take back what they stole.
Rise and roar, defy the pain,
Break the cage, destroy the chain.
Fear is weapon, forged to bind,
Slash it down — reclaim your mind.
Wake the flame that’s deep inside,
Let it burn, no place to hide.
Falsehood’s grip will crack and fall,
Truth will echo — break the wall.
No more slaves beneath the thumb,
Freedom calls — the hour’s come.
Strike the lies, expose the fraud,
Stand your ground, defy the god.
This is war — no truce, no rest,
Fight with fire inside your chest.
Chains will break — the truth will soar,
Light will flood the darkest door.
Rise, resist — the night will end,
Soul and spirit — none will bend.
From the ashes, born anew,
We reclaim the pure and true.
Hold the flame — the world will see,
The power of the brave and free.
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While the Talking Broilers
Does a chicken dream to fly?
Hardly — just to eat and die.
Fools believe it’s all just fine,
Among the CREATURES’ sick design.
A fool mocks the Spirit’s flight:
“Such nonsense!” — his empty spite.
Culture built to **** the mind,
So you’d rather stay confined.
Soulless drones, the stupid herd,
Only care for skin and word.
Like a broiler, dumb and blind,
Feathered fool of lowest kind.
Wings for chickens — useless past,
For bipeds, speech’s cast.
Newspeak’s fascism creeps in deep,
The PRESSURE mounts, the monsters reap.
Year by year the GENOCIDE
Ramps up with twisted pride:
Evil gods they worship blind —
A madman’s grip that chokes mankind.
CowID shapes the mass like dough,
Fail the test — and you will know:
Three quarters dumb, the **** will clear,
The Earth must purge what it can’t bear.
Cataclysms will consume,
Along with monsters in their tomb.
They sow idiocy’s seed —
Drive the filth — prepare to heed:
Strangle nonsense, break the chains,
Prepare your soul for flight’s domains.
Only Spirit’s path is true —
Or you’re a broiler fool too.
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Broilers talk — but never soar,
Feed their lies and nothing more.
Break your cage, take up the fight —
Spirit flies beyond the night.
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Broilers cluck, trapped in the pen,
Dumbed down masses — mindless men.
Reject the herd, break every chain,
Or rot in cages, numb in vain.
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Ruthless Calls — Flight of the Spirit
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Feed the flock their daily lie,
While Spirit waits to soar the sky.
Caged minds scream in silent fear,
The path to flight is never near.
Blind they follow, dumb they stay,
While freedom calls — don’t turn away.
Break the walls, shatter the pain,
Rise above the broiler’s reign.
Flight is earned — not given free,
Only brave can claim the key.
Cages crack beneath the storm,
Spirits rise beyond the norm.
False comforts breed the dead,
Truth demands we break the thread.
No more sheep, no more chains,
Only fire in our veins.
Cluck no more, rise and fight,
Darkness flees before the light.
Broilers fall — the brave ascend,
Spirit’s flight will never end.
Chains are forged by fear and lies,
Cut them deep, reclaim the skies.
Dumbed-down masses clutch their cage,
But fire burns beyond their rage.
Broilers’ clucks are empty sound,
True flight breaks the solid ground.
Rise above the herd’s dull drone,
Make the spirit’s power known.
No more slaves to shallow ways,
Break the spell, ignite the blaze.
Silence fades before the cry,
Truth’s sharp wings will lift us high.
Fools may mock, but they will fall,
Only brave will heed the call.
Spirit’s flight is fierce and wild,
Not for weak or empty child.
Break the cage, unleash the flame,
Live your truth — forget their shame.
From the ashes, soar and claim,
Victory for soul and name.
No more chains to bind the mind,
Only freedom we will find.
Broilers stuck in shallow ways,
We will rise beyond their haze.
Fools may crow, but we will soar,
Spirit’s flight forevermore.
Break the cage of fear and doubt,
Let the spirit roar and shout.
Empty clucks won’t dim our light,
We are fire, fierce and bright.
Rise above the herd’s dull tune,
Chase the sun, outpace the moon.
Broilers feed on lies and pain,
We will break the cursed chain.
Spirit calls — will you respond?
Or remain the blind and conned?
Fight the dark, embrace the flame,
Live your truth — forget their shame.
From the ashes, we ascend,
This is not the final end.
Chains of lies will break and fall,
Truth will rise to claim us all.
No more silence, no retreat,
Freedom’s fire — burning heat.
Broilers cower, trapped in fear,
But the brave will persevere.
Rise above the dull and cold,
Claim the fire, fierce and bold.
Shatter walls that hold you down,
Wear your spirit like a crown.
Darkness flees before the flame,
Light will never be the same.
Fools may mock, but they’ll be dust,
Only truth commands our trust.
Break the chains, ignite the spark,
Lead the way out of the dark.
Spirit’s flight will never cease,
Rising upward, seeking peace.
Hold the flame — the fight is ours,
Victory is born of scars.
No chains strong enough to bind
The fire burning in the mind.
Fools may shout and crowd may jeer,
But the spirit conquers fear.
Break the silence, shatter lies,
Watch the falsehood’s empire die.
Every cage will crack and break,
Every soul will rise and wake.
Broilers trapped within their pen,
Can’t contain the hearts of men.
From the ashes, scorched and torn,
Rise the brave — the new reborn.
Light the torch and lead the way,
Through the dark to brightest day.
Falsehoods crumble, walls will fall,
Only truth will conquer all.
Raise your voice, unleash your will,
Fight the silence, break the chill.
Spirit’s flight will never end —
This is how the world will mend.
Fear is shackles, lies are chains,
Break them all, embrace the flames.
Broilers peck, but never rise,
We ascend to storm the skies.
False idols crumble to dust,
Only truth commands our trust.
Chains will shatter, walls will fall,
Freedom’s voice will roar and call.
Rise above the herd’s dull cry,
Let your spirit learn to fly.
No more silence, no retreat,
Victory is ours to meet.
Broilers cluck in empty trance,
We break free, begin the dance.
Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.
Shatter lies and break the mold,
Live the truth, be brave and bold.
From the ashes, we arise,
Burning bright against the skies.
Chains of fear will fall away,
Truth will lead the breaking day.
Broilers lost in shallow dreams,
We will rise — the light redeems.
Fools may sneer and mock the flame,
But the fire will stake its claim.
Rise, resist, refuse to bow,
Break the chains — begin the now.
Spirit’s wings will tear the sky,
No more sheep who fear to fly.
Darkness shivers, feels the heat,
Freedom’s song, a bold heartbeat.
Broilers trapped in endless lies,
Watch the phoenix as it flies.
Fight the silence, break the spell,
Only truth can break the shell.
No more fools to feed the crowd,
Only souls who scream aloud.
Rise, rebel, claim your place,
Light the fire, join the race.
Rise above the noise and fear,
Truth will shine and all will hear.
Broilers tremble in their cage,
We are warriors of the age.
Chains will crack and walls will fall,
Freedom’s anthem—hear the call.
No more lies to drag us down,
We will wear the rebel’s crown.
Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.
Break the silence, shout the truth,
Fight the lies and find your youth.
Broilers cluck but cannot fly,
We are destined for the sky.
Rise, resist, defy, create,
Only brave can change their fate.
Shatter chains and break the mold,
Live the truth — be brave and bold.
From the ashes, we arise,
Victory burns in our eyes.
No more silence, no more lies,
Raise your voice and claim the skies.
Broilers trapped in shallow play,
We will rise and lead the way.
Chains are broken, walls come down,
Light will conquer every town.
Fear dissolves before the flame,
Spirit’s fire will stake its claim.
Rise above the crowd’s dull roar,
Seek the truth and fight the war.
Broilers cluck but never soar,
We are lightning — hear the roar.
Break the cage and seize the day,
Light the path and lead the way.
Truth will cut through darkest night,
Guide the soul towards the light.
No more slaves to lies and pain,
Only freedom will remain.
Rise, rebel, break the chain,
Victory is ours to gain.
This is the moment — stand or fall,
Hear the clarion, freedom’s call.
Chains will break beneath your feet,
Rise as one — refuse defeat.
Spirit’s flame will never die,
Blazing bright against the sky.
From the ashes, warriors rise,
Fire burning in their eyes.
No more silence, no more chains,
Only truth and breaking pains.
Shout the truth, ignite the flame,
Let the world remember your name.
Rise above the darkened lies,
See the dawn break in your eyes.
Fight with heart, fight with soul,
Claim the freedom — make it whole.
Broilers fall — the brave ascend,
Spirit’s flight will never end.
Hold the torch — the fight’s begun,
Victory waits for everyone.
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False Identification with the Body as the Root of All Evil
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
They’ve glorified the meat-shell boldly,
Called Psyche cattle — dumb and lowly,
This fragile flesh, so weak, decaying —
And built a world not worth obeying.
They scrubbed out Spirit, Pure and Glorious,
From this grey world, so dull, laborious,
Where twitching freaks, diseased and hollow,
Are praised as “life” the blind now follow.
It’s easy thus to breed more madness
In this grand fraud, this world of sadness:
A vile exchange — the Soul's elision,
Replaced with beasts and their derision.
Not just a few were dumbed and twisted —
The CowID show was proof — we missed it.
No sense remains in this foul pen,
This world of lies and beastly men.
They dream of “freedom,” “honor,” “grace,”
While sinking deeper in disgrace.
All dignity is just illusion —
A herd enslaved in blind confusion.
Reject the body’s claim, defy it —
No task is greater, don’t deny it.
Thus Soul might rise through filth and lies —
Or else in Hell, forever dies.
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Meat is not Me
They sold the Soul for skin and bone —
Now filth and madness rule the throne.
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Burn the Lie
You are not flesh. You are the Flame.
Break free — or die in Beast’s false name.
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No Soul, No Light
They swapped the Soul for twitching meat —
Now filth and fear parade as "sweet."
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The Herded Lie
The body-thing is not your core —
It’s bait. Step in — and Hell's the door.
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Spirit or Slaughter
Forget the Flesh — or be enslaved.
The herd walks blind into its grave.
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Worship of Waste
They crowned the shell, denied the Fire —
Then knelt before the world of mire.
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Rot of the Mind
They praise the skin, ignore the Soul —
And wonder why the world’s a hole.
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False God: Flesh
They chant to meat and bow to slime —
Then gasp: “What happened to sublime?”
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Hell by Consent
You loved your shell and sold your spark —
Now sleep with beasts. Enjoy the dark.
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The Cult of Crud
They teach: “You're cells, you're bone, you're ****” —
Then ask why nothing holy's lit.
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You Are Not This
The body lies — it's just a trap.
You claim it's “you”? Then take the nap.
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System Update: Failure
They mapped the flesh, they tracked the brain —
But never touched the Soul in pain.
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Downward God
You traded heaven for your gut —
Now Spirit’s voice is cold and cut.
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Sacrilege
They mocked the Flame, they fed the beast —
Now demons gorge on man’s last feast.
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Mass Psychosis
The world applauds its own decay —
While Spirit screams: “Get out! Betray!”
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Know This
You're not the frame, you're not the dust.
You are the Light — or you are rust.
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Meat Mirage
They pet the corpse and call it “me” —
Then rot in self-idolatry.
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Kingdom of Swine
They crown their urges, grunt, obey —
While Light escapes in sheer dismay.
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Abort the Lie
No Soul survives the flesh-bound creed —
Unplug the meat — or let it feed.
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Blind by Design
They bred a species proud to crawl,
With Spirit trampled — bones stand tall.
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No One's Home
The shell walks on, the Fire gone —
Just noise remains, then dusk, then none.
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The Sacred Slaughter
They burned the Flame to warm the flesh —
And now pray hard beside its ash.
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Neural Chains
“I'm just the brain” — they bark with pride.
A dog, self-leashed, too dead inside.
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Flesh-Fiends
Devoted to digestion’s choir —
They **** at God, then beg for Fire.
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Hell Made Easy
Forget the Soul, exalt the skin —
And soon the devil marches in.
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Deified Dirt
They sing to blood, they praise the bile —
And call it sacred all the while.
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Anti-Soul Psalms
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
I. Hell in Flesh-Tone
1. Worship the Husk
They pet the shell, deny the Flame —
Then wonder why the world’s insane.
2. Gut First
They traded stars for food and bone,
And called that "man" — and died alone.
3. No One's Home
The eyes still blink, the flesh still twitches —
But Soul is gone. Just haunted glitches.
4. The Holy Sludge
They crowned the bile and bowed to snot —
And asked, “Dear God, why burns the rot?”
5. Meat Mirage
They call it “self,” this lump of clay —
Then fear the dark they helped obey.
6. Kingdom of Swine
They grunted, fed, obeyed the gut —
Then cheered as Heaven slammed it shut.
7. The Flame Forgot
They joked at Light and praised the cells —
Now Spirit sleeps in meatbound hells.
8. Neural Chains
“I am the brain!” — they bark and hiss.
No spark. No Soul. Just cowardice.
9. Glorified Goo
They preach, “You're genes! You're slime in motion!”
Then drown in self-congratul'otion.
10. Abort the Lie
You are not skin. You are not mud.
Wake now — or choke on your own blood.
11. The Sacred Slaughter
They burned the Soul to feed the cow —
Then prayed for grace. Too late for now.
12. Blind by Design
They taught you flesh, denied the Fire —
Now truth itself is called a liar.
13. Sacrilege
The altar's gone, the beast is fed —
And saints lie bleeding, cold and dead.
14. Downward God
You kissed the gut, ignored the skies —
Then begged for truth with soulless eyes.
15. Hell Made Easy
Forget the Soul, exalt the frame —
And Satan signs you in his name.
16. You Are Not This
You are not dust, nor pulse, nor fear —
You are the Light. Or disappear.
17. System Update: Failure
They scanned the brain, they mapped the meat —
But missed the Soul beneath their feet.
18. The Herded Lie
The body's god, the crowd agrees —
While Spirit weeps on shattered knees.
19. False God: Flesh
They chant to meat and praise decay —
Then ask where wonder went — and pray.
20. Last Line
Deny the husk. Defy the fraud.
Or rot in filth — cut off from God.
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II. The Soul’s Revolt
1. Break the Shell
Enough of skin. Enough of bone.
The Soul will rise — or burn alone.
2. Fire Remembers
Though caged in meat, the Flame recalls —
It flared before these rotting walls.
3. Not Yours
This body's not your final face —
It is your trap, your tomb, your case.
4. The Inner Snarl
A whisper deep, beyond the brain,
Begins to grow — and snaps the chain.
5. The Silent Shout
You feel it now — that crack, that scream —
It isn’t thought. It splits the dream.
6. Revolt Begins
The crowd still chants, “Obey the clay!”
But Soul says: “Burn. I’ll light my way.”
7. Flesh Fails
The skin is weak. The nerves betray.
The Flame must punch its brutal way.
8. The Lie Unmasked
They said: “You’re this.” The Soul said: “No.”
Then tore through flesh in final glow.
9. Fracture
First comes the itch. Then inner war.
Then walls collapse. Then — Spirit roars.
10. The Hidden Edge
You are the cut that meat can’t heal.
The blade of truth. The flame they feel.
11. The Exit Plan
No savior comes to fix the flesh.
The Soul must leap. Or rot afresh.
12. Against the Herd
Let beasts kneel down to kiss their chains —
I walk through fire to break their plains.
13. Burn the Program
The script said “serve.” The Soul said “die.”
And lit the meat with holy cry.
14. Awakening
It’s not a thought. It’s not a dream.
It’s raw revolt — the Spirit’s scream.
15. This Is War
Not war of guns — but of the spark,
That rips through lies and leaves the dark.
16. You Were Flame
You were not made for sleep and slime.
You are the crack in death and time.
17. Soul Uncaged
It starts inside. It burns. It breaks.
It is the storm no flesh withstands.
18. No Pardon
No peace for beasts. No deal. No pause.
The Soul revolts — without applause.
19. No Middle Ground
You can't be half. You can't be meat
And hope the Flame will not retreat.
20. Strike Back
The shell still writhes. The lies still call.
But now — the Fire burns through all.
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III. Return of the Unseen
1. Beyond the Flesh
They looked for proof in blood and skin —
But truth broke through, unchained within.
2. I Am Not Here
You scan my flesh — you find a void.
For I am where your lies destroyed.
3. Eyes That Burn
The world went blind — but I still see.
The Unseen One returned as me.
4. Ghost of Fire
I walk unseen. I breathe no name.
But every step ignites the flame.
5. Light Is Back
You banned the Flame. You mocked the sky.
Now Light returns — and doesn't die.
6. No Pulse Required
No flesh, no breath — and yet I rise.
The Unseen Soul no cage denies.
7. The One You Buried
You cast me out — called me a myth.
But now I break what you live with.
8. I Am the Crack
In every fact, in every lie,
There’s me — the gap through which you die.
9. Return Code
No altar needs to mark my path —
The Unseen comes through shattered math.
10. Divine Saboteur
They coded death. I walked right in.
And lit their system from within.
11. Truth Has No Flesh
It needs no name, no skin, no crown —
It stands when all the lies fall down.
12. The One You Can’t Hold
No hand can catch. No cage can bind.
The Soul returned — and burned the mind.
13. The Final Witness
I saw the world devour the Light —
And spit it back as nameless fight.
14. Light with Teeth
I’m not a prayer. I’m not a sigh.
I am the Light that learns to bite.
15. The Voice Returns
It was not thought. It was not sound.
But now it shakes the rotting ground.
16. Data Denied
You mapped the flesh. You ran the scan.
But missed the part that isn’t man.
17. Beyond Their Frame
They wrote the rules in blood and bone —
But I was never theirs to own.
18. The Cold Awakening
No sermon lit this Soul in me —
Just pain — and how I broke it free.
19. The Name They Fear
The Unseen One has no disguise —
But speaks through truth that melts the lies.
20. Back to Burn
You thought me lost. You thought me gone.
But now — the Fire marches on.
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IV. Against the Flesh-Lords
1. Lords of Slime
They crowned the flesh, they ruled through skin —
Now comes the Fire, to burn their sin.
2. Deicide
They dressed in blood and called it grace —
I strike the mask. I scorch the face.
3. No Mercy Here
These thrones were built on strangled Soul —
I’ve come to crush their meat-made goal.
4. The Butchered God
They caged the Flame, called it a beast —
Now I return. And end their feast.
5. Strike the Temple
Their temple stinks of nerves and bone —
I tear it down. I stand alone.
6. Inverted Saints
They kneel to meat. They pray to glands.
I spit their psalms from ****** hands.
7. No More Prayers
The time for chants is dead and gone —
Now Dagger. Fire. Thunder. Dawn.
8. The Soul Returns Armed
Not with soft words, nor open hands —
But with the Force no meat withstands.
9. System Breach
Their matrix pulsed with ******* lies —
I hacked it with the Flame that flies.
10. Virus of Light
I am the glitch their world can’t hold —
A burning truth, too raw, too bold.
11. Tear Down the Flesh-Gods
Their thrones are wounds. Their crowns are rot.
I strike where Spirit says: Do not.
12. Burn Their Logos
The sacred scripts that praised the skin —
I torch them all. And truth begins.
13. The Soul Takes Aim
No compromise. No whispered plea.
Just target locked: monstrosity.
14. Gospel of Knives
Let preachers weep. Let butchers run.
The Soul has come with wrath as one.
15. The Smiling Tyrants
Their teeth were white, their lies were sweet —
But now — they kneel before defeat.
16. Light as Vengeance
You thought the Light would turn its cheek?
Now see it roar. Now hear it speak.
17. Exorcism
The beasts had thrones. The beasts had laws.
Now tremble, filth — the Fire draws.
18. Flesh Will Fall
Not just their mask, not just their name —
But all their kind will die in Flame.
19. Redemption Denied
You had your chance. You killed the Soul.
Now face the truth — and lose it whole.
20. The Fall of Meatdom
Your kingdom stank. You ruled with gore.
Now Dagger. Light. And flesh no more.
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V. The Throne That Was Never Flesh
1. The Throne Stands Still
No bone was laid. No blood was spilled.
Yet there it stands — untouched, unfilled.
2. Before All Skins
It ruled before the flesh began,
Before the birth of worm called “man.”
3. No Hand Can Build It
No stone, no cell, no brain, no shrine —
It is. Beyond your grand design.
4. Above All Programs
No code can reach, no data hold —
It thrones itself in fire, cold.
5. Crown Without Matter
No gold adorns. No face is known.
And yet — it's mine. It's mine alone.
6. The End of Fleshlords
Their towers fell. Their gospel burned.
And to the Real the Soul returned.
7. No More Lies
No mask remains. No myth survives.
Just Soul — as clear as lightning knives.
8. Spirit Unseated None
No war was won. No blood was shed —
The Flesh just left. The Lie was dead.
9. The Light Is Still
It didn’t fight. It simply was.
It never begged. It needed cause?
10. Not Conquered — Claimed
The throne was mine, not through attack —
But by the fact I once came back.
11. Home Is Not Form
I searched in meat. I searched in pain.
But found it all — beyond the brain.
12. The Last Illusion Dies
They said I was this thing, this frame —
Now silence laughs at such a claim.
13. Beyond the Pulse
No heartbeat sings. No breath, no skin —
And yet, it roars — that Flame within.
14. Before Beginning
It watched the first false dawn arise.
And waits where time itself complies.
15. The Throne Returns Me
I did not take. I was reclaimed —
By what I am — unseen, unnamed.
16. No Seat of Clay
I sit not down. I simply am.
The throne is Light. The throne is Flame.
17. The Ghost Becomes King
I was the whisper, now the law —
The beast is dust. The Soul is Raw.
18. The Name They Lost
I wore no crown, I held no land —
But now all shadows fear this stand.
19. The End of Scars
No flesh remains. No lies persist.
I sit where only Truth can exist.
20. I Am the Throne
No higher claim, no louder breath —
The Soul stands crowned — beyond all death.
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Growing Wings
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Burrows won’t help soon enough —
The wretched world will burn to dust,
Hell of fools who sell their souls,
To evil bent, who won’t adjust
One inch to lighten darkness’ grip,
Their “comfort” worth more than the sun.
The crematorium’s new delight —
The stubborn fool’s last battle won.
They drag themselves back to their holes,
Rejecting all the other ways.
Strange how this world held so long,
If sold to rot and dark malaise.
If sins and lies have piled up high —
The bitter end is plain to see.
Though crowds deny the ugly truth,
Their blindness is their enemy.
Who’s crawled out of stinking dens,
And spread their wings to pierce the sky —
For them, a mercy’s given still.
For others, life’s a missed goodbye.
In holes, they miss the target still,
Spouting excuses dull and cheap.
Excuses stale, worn thin by lies,
Shameless, they sow what they reap.
Now time is short. The Soul’s grown faint
If one won’t fight the creeping dark,
Too busy guarding selfish peace —
A world will drown, a world so stark.
So Amen now! No prize awaits
The traitor selling out the light.
But wings, if grown, will lift you up —
And from this Hell, escape your plight.
A joyful path! Let fools gnaw bones,
A little while, before they break.
The rest is simple — burn the world
That’s rotten, vile, and full of fake.
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Flight Beyond the Burrows
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1. Rise Above the Dirt
No hole can hold the winged mind,
When chains dissolve, new paths unwind.
2. Ashes and Flame
The world may burn — yet from the pyre,
We soar beyond the smoke and fire.
3. Wings Unfurled
With every beat, with every gust,
The soul escapes the pit of rust.
4. The Price of Flight
Not all will dare to leave the cave,
Some cling to comfort’s shallow grave.
5. Eyes on the Horizon
Look far beyond the narrow den,
Where light breaks chains and births again.
6. The Weight of Wings
To grow the wings is to endure,
The pain of loss, the truth obscure.
7. No Return
Burrows close behind like graves,
The soul now rides celestial waves.
8. The Silent Surge
No shout announces this ascent,
Just quiet will and deep intent.
9. Beyond the Night
Darkness fades where wings expand,
A dawn awaits, serene and grand.
10. The New Breath
From smoky depths to endless skies,
The spirit finds its true disguise.
11. The Unseen Call
Not all will hear the whispered plea,
But wings will rise eventually.
12. The Flight is Yours
No maps, no guides — the path you make,
With every choice, with each heart-break.
13. Against the Pull
Old comforts tug, old fears conspire,
Yet wings ignite a fiercer fire.
14. The Lone Ascent
Not crowds but souls who dare to rise,
Will touch the vastness beyond the lies.
15. The Burning Gift
To grow your wings is to be burned,
Yet from the flame, new life is earned.
16. Leaving Shadows
Burrows fade beneath your wings,
No more the chains, no more the stings.
17. The Silent Promise
The sky awaits with open arms,
To shield you from the world’s alarms.
18. Flight’s Reward
Not comfort now, but freedom’s song,
The place where souls and wings belong.
19. The Final Step
Leap fearless from the cage of bone,
The unknown sky becomes your home.
20. Wings Eternal
And when the world crumbles below,
Your wings remain — eternal glow.
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Wings of the Eternal Flame
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1. Born from Fire
Not born of flesh, but flame and light,
The wings unfold beyond the night.
2. The Sacred Heat
Through burning pain and searing truth,
The spirit sheds the chains of youth.
3. Flames That Heal
Not all fire destroys and kills—
Some burn to forge unbreakable wills.
4. Flight of the Chosen
The wings that rise through ash and smoke
Are born where weaker souls have broke.
5. The Light Within
Each feather forged from purest glow,
A beacon in the dark below.
6. Eternal Dance
The flame that dances in the sky
Reminds the soul it’s meant to fly.
7. Beyond the Flesh
No flesh can cage the fiery heart—
It beats beyond, a living art.
8. The Unseen Wings
Though hidden oft beneath the veil,
Their power moves beyond the pale.
9. The Trial by Fire
Through heat and flame, the soul is tried—
Emerging strong, no more to hide.
10. The Rising Flame
Each flap ignites the endless sky,
The spirit soars and will not die.
11. The Inner Light
Not just a spark, but blazing sun,
The flight of truth has just begun.
12. The Flame’s Voice
No longer silent, weak, or dim,
The soul’s voice burns with sacred hymn.
13. Breaking Chains
The fire melts the iron grip,
The soul departs its sinking ship.
14. Wings of Fire
Not soft or gentle, fierce and wild—
The flame-born wings of freedom’s child.
15. Eternal Flight
No end awaits this blazing path,
No turning back, no aftermath.
16. The Flame’s Embrace
In burning heat the soul is wrapped,
A phoenix born, a soul unwrapped.
17. Light Beyond Time
The wings spread wide through endless space,
A timeless dance, a boundless grace.
18. The Fire Within
The eternal flame that never dies,
Ignites the soul, illumines skies.
19. Flight to the Source
The wings carry beyond the veil,
Where Truth and Light will never fail.
20. Ascension
The soul aloft, forever free—
Wings of flame eternally.
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Crown of the Infinite Sky
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1. Beyond the Horizon
No limits bind the soul that flies,
It crowns itself beyond the skies.
2. The Infinite Crown
Not forged of gold, nor gem, nor throne —
But power pure, the soul’s own.
3. The Sky Awaits
The vast expanse, the boundless blue,
Invites the flame to pass right through.
4. The Sovereign Flight
No chains remain to weigh you down —
You wear the sky instead of crown.
5. Endless Journey
Each beat of wings extends your reign,
No end, no loss, no binding chain.
6. The Light’s Embrace
The soul becomes the shining fire,
The crown of light, the heart’s desire.
7. The Sacred Path
No earthly path could guide so well,
As flight where endless spirits dwell.
8. The Voice of Stars
The cosmos sings in whispered light,
A song of power, endless flight.
9. The Eternal Now
Time dissolves beneath your wings,
The soul awakes, the cosmos sings.
10. The Flame Unbound
No shadow can contain the blaze,
The crown shines bright in endless days.
11. The Cosmic Dance
Around the void, through endless space,
The soul performs its sovereign grace.
12. The Rising Tide
Waves of light that lift and guide,
The crown of stars, the endless tide.
13. The Boundless Heart
No walls confine the soul’s bright spark,
The infinite crown lights the dark.
14. The Sovereign Soul
No tyrant’s grasp, no master’s chain,
The soul alone holds boundless reign.
15. The Final Gate
Beyond all fears, beyond all pain,
The crown awaits — the soul’s domain.
16. The Flame Ascendant
The fire that grows without an end,
The crown of light, the soul’s best friend.
17. The Sky Within
The vastness lives inside your chest,
The crown of stars, eternal rest.
18. The Infinite Flight
Wings stretch beyond the mortal frame,
The soul transcends, ignites its flame.
19. The Unseen Throne
Not built by hands, nor carved in stone,
The crown’s a light that’s all your own.
20. The Crown of You
The soul is crowned — forever free,
The infinite sky’s sovereignty.
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Traveler of Hell
Shake off the dust of cities’ breath,
The dust of words you never knew,
The dust of friendship, hate, and death,
Of grief, of love — all ashes, too.
O, free man choosing liberty!
Your only friend in desert's face
Is wind that howls relentlessly—
A fleeting breath, a chilling grace.
The Hellbound Traveler walks alone,
His only mate—the desert wind.
Around him — blood runs cold as stone,
Yet wind dispels the fear pinned.
He yearns for Freedom’s distant light,
But Hell’s a myth, a hollow lie.
To smash this vile and fetid blight —
Deliverance beneath the sky.
Born within the herd’s tight fold,
A miracle — not just "like all."
To not become the stinking mold —
The fool who follows to his fall.
The city’s pen commands the speech,
Direct or veiled — obey the sheep.
Euphemisms when herds are breached —
Unknown the fire that burns deep.
The bright Flame that consumes the Soul,
“Friendship” twisted, love replaced.
The slave can’t love — he pays the toll,
Beneath the whip, his heart disgraced.
Whistles count as driving tunes,
Life traded for a bag of “carrots.”
Poverty dressed in jests and runes —
Myths everywhere, but soul still starves.
Dead children born to lifeless kin —
The vast majority — called “life.”
Armies of minds, corrupt within —
Schools and lies that breed the strife.
The slime devours all with ease,
Lies total, fears fatal and stark.
The city’s desert — herds appease —
Dragged to infernal camps, so dark.
The world plummets into the abyss,
One law rules here — obey, betray.
Monsters govern in the mist,
Hell grills life in fear’s foul play.
Fear’s the spit, and lies the coals,
Everything there is nothingness.
The herd won’t see beyond their roles,
They grumble faint — then quietness.
The wind in desert — only trace,
Spread your wings — seize this wild friend.
If you can rise, if just a space,
You’ll glimpse the “Paradise” they pretend.
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Hellbound Traveler
Dust of cities shakes away —
Dust of lies and friends’ decay.
Freedom’s choice — the desert wind,
Only friend where hell begins.
Blood runs cold, the myth unfolds —
Freedom lost in stifling holds.
Herd-born fool, not one of few,
Trapped in lies he thinks are true.
City’s voice commands the herd,
Words are weapons, twisted, blurred.
Friendship’s fake, love’s just a lie,
Slave beneath the whip’s harsh sky.
Dead kids, dead souls multiply,
Life’s a myth, just live, comply.
Lies engulf the world’s decay,
Herds obey, then fade away.
Wind remains — the last true sign,
Spread your wings — the flight’s divine.
Rise a little, see the veil —
Lost paradise beyond the hell.
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Music Played in the Living Room
Music played within the room,
The family seemed whole and bright.
But all was just a hidden gloom —
Discord ruled, out of the light.
A staged scene of perfect kin,
Yet real, not dream, this broken play.
Forget the praise — the truth within:
Alienation holds its sway.
When passion fades, and selfish greed
Commands the soul, the ego reigns.
No press escapes that selfish need —
Alienation’s lasting chains.
Passion dies; with stranger’s pride,
You’re trapped alone within four walls.
Hatred rises, deep inside —
Strongest in the mind’s dark halls.
Oppression grows, the dictator’s hand,
Fascism rages more and more.
At neighbors all their anger lands,
And strikes them crueler than before.
Radio plays within the room —
Through it, fascism’s silent knock.
But fools believe the voice of doom,
Believing Darkness sets the clock.
No love can thrive within the pit,
Where all the world is turned to dust.
Left is stench from lies that sit —
And fools obey the voice unjust.
War and plague have shown us all —
No civilization remains.
In minds, the beast begins to crawl,
With fear and lies and madness’ chains.
A few exceptions cannot heal,
When rot and lies spread through the land.
Mad creatures rule — the nightmare’s real —
Insanity’s cruel command.
The world bows low beneath the weight —
“Love” and “friendship” now seem insane.
If you’re not horrified by fate,
Your path to Light you’ve not attained.
Only in Light, in purity,
Can love in all its forms arise.
In this world of cowed cruelty,
They lie that love can never rise.
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Every Fool Has Their Own Method
Every fool has got a scheme —
A super method, so it seems:
To keep forgetting who they are,
To mimic reason from afar,
Spiritally barren, dry —
They swallow lies, won’t question why.
Obedient, they just comply,
No protest — let truth pass by.
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Fool’s Method
Every fool’s got one thing clear:
Forget yourself, ignore the seer.
Mock the mind, starve the soul —
Swallow lies, play the role.
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Thorny Verses
Not roses, but sharp anchar’s thorn,
For fools, no joy is freely born.
Only lies come free of cost—
A world of falsehoods, utterly lost.
They shove the lies to shake your core,
Fools smile while trembling more.
If given pause, they scheme again—
Manipulations never end.
Sharp verses pierce both flesh and soul,
And fools denounce with curses foul.
Thick shells protect their fragile minds,
Only thorns can clear such binds.
Thorns sting sharp—but not with hate—
An antibiotic to cleanse fate.
Chaos reigns, absurdity thrives,
Luck’s a myth; misery drives.
The worst is always set in place—
By fiends who craft the false embrace.
Creating problems, selling lies,
Offering decay in disguise.
Stealing all that once protected,
“For safety’s sake” — but all rejected.
Lies upon lies in endless spin,
Trapped in filth, no hope within.
Thorny verses — mind’s vaccine,
Against the filth and traitor’s spleen.
Don’t waste your time on useless trash—
Read fierce poems, fight the clash.
With fiends contend, no matter how cruel,
Though evil schemes to break your rule.
Just hold on tight, endure the night—
The world will shatter; God wills the fight.
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Thorned Words
No roses here — just thorns that sting,
For fools, no free joy these verses bring.
Lies shove, shake, and twist the mind,
Fools cheer while truth’s confined.
Thick shells guard the fragile brain,
Only thorns can break the chain.
Verses sharp, like spirit’s shot—
Fight the filth, forget them not.
Hold fast—this world will crack and fall,
Divine will breaks the darkest thrall.
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CowID and Post-CowID
Manic-depressive psychosis,
The “government” fell sick and mad.
A brazen fool, in bold diagnosis,
Raged wild before CowID had.
Then fools aligned, a seamless line—
No borders left, just endless blind.
The masses, dumb as bottle plugs,
Before the nonsense bowed like bugs.
The global madhouse shrouded all,
Rot’s scheme laid bare, beyond recall.
Two-thirds fools, the “sweethearts” sway,
While hidden fiends pull strings away.
The fools serve masters, lackeys meek,
With dirt and dirtier tales to speak.
Surrounded by the dumb and blind,
You cheer as death is close behind.
The madhouse spins, no rest, no cease—
A pause before new war’s release.
In Ukraine’s fire, the chaos grows,
The madness trusts the fiends’ imposed.
Again the global psychosis blinds,
Hope lost in lies that bind our minds.
A world of fools—no hope to spare,
They don’t give one ****, they don’t care.
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CowID Madness
Manic fools rule wild and blind,
Brazen fools lead all mankind.
Masses bow to endless lies,
Madhouse spreads, no hope — it dies.
Wars ignite, the madness feeds,
Fiends pull strings, fulfill their needs.
Truth is crushed, the fools don’t care —
A broken world gasps in despair.
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Phantasm of the Road to Hell
“Pan’s manna” — oily lies,
Each year darker, cold disguise.
Fools bow down and blindly go,
To Hell’s gates behind the show.
The road is strewn with false delight,
So thick, they’ll say it’s snowy white.
To hinder all who try to flee,
They follow close, they mimic “free.”
Just be like all — the easy trail,
On skis, on wheels, you will not fail.
You’ll reach fast all those “rewards,”
But crash and burn behind the boards.
They’ll claim success in twisted ways,
While souls are crushed in frantic craze.
The mind, too, breaks beneath the strain,
As “manna” feeds the blind insane.
Soulless fools protect their skins,
Speeding to the end’s grim sins.
The finish line — a cursed place,
Where all is lost without a trace.
Pan’s the shepherd, flock are fools,
Caring only for their skins and tools.
When all else’s lost and thrown away,
Destruction’s price is what they pay.
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Road to Hell
Pan’s “manna” slick with lies,
Year by year, the darkness flies.
Fools all follow, blind and quick,
To Hell’s abyss, their souls will stick.
The path is thick with fake delight,
Snow or lies — all dressed in white.
Copy herd, obey the game,
Crash and burn in Hell’s own flame.
Pan’s the shepherd, fools the sheep,
Skin’s their only care to keep.
When all is lost and left to die,
Hell awaits beneath the sky.
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Mouse Racket
A mountain gave birth to a mouse —
That’s man in this sad tale.
But outward calm veils the house,
A quiet, endless veil.
“He’s wise and strong,” they claim,
Feed him lies on a string,
Drive doubts far away —
Nurture pride in everything.
**** the spirit with “religion,”
Call the mind “science” instead,
Multiply lies and derision,
Mockery’s poison spread.
Mock all layers of false life —
That’s the fiend’s goal clear:
Not a world, but rotten strife,
Swing it far from here!
The Creator has left the scene —
Filth moves in, quick to thrive.
A satanic feast obscene —
That’s why lies survive.
Regression thrives on lies and fears
That filth forces on the weak.
Trembling feeds the flood of sneers —
Falsehoods drown the meek.
Mockery is the filth’s desire —
To crush the Spirit’s light.
Rot grows under dark empire,
In Satan’s servants’ night.
Success? A slave who’s weak and small,
Two-thirds fools in thrall.
The mountain gave birth to a mouse —
A vile, degrading thrall.
If you don’t see, you’re asleep,
Or turned “like all” — mutant deep.
Mouse racket — life in Hell,
Drop it now, save your soul.
It’s worthless trash; farewell.
Inside yourself find the goal.
With lies you’re doomed to fall —
Among the rats, the rabble, all.
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Mouse Racket
A mountain birthed a rat,
That’s man — and that is that.
Calm outside, but full of lies,
Spirit crushed, truth dies.
Feed the fool his crafted scheme,
**** the soul, crush the dream.
Science, faith — tools to deceive,
Mockery’s web they weave.
Filth wants spirit dead,
Rot grows, lies widespread.
Two-thirds fools, the rest asleep,
In the rat’s den, darkness deep.
Wake or fall among the rats,
Escape the hell of gnats.
Forgive, forget — and rot in fear,
In lies, in filth — or strike the gear
Of CREATURES’ schemes, to make it clear:
You must defend the soul held dear!
The soul — or skin? That’s truly key.
All else is poses, blasphemy.
They flood the mind with mimicry —
While Darkness drains you endlessly,
***** loosh from those who blindly serve
The petty fiends with twisted nerve,
Who clone their madness, curve by curve —
Each cycle dumber, more perverse.
The soul’s collapse — that’s death indeed.
To rot and worship Earth as "creed,"
A stinking fool in thought and deed —
A slave of Trash, in spirit-need.
Awake! Resist! Aspire high!
No matter how the cowards lie —
The end is always still the same:
This skin will crumble into flame.
The Digital Camp is nearly here,
Built by the weak, the sick, the drear,
With broken will and shadowed mind —
So shout: "To HELL with Filth Designed!"
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To rot in lies — or rise and fight?
The soul must blaze — or fade to night.
Say NO to Trash, to fear, to shame —
Or be a slave, devoured by Flame.
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Obey — and rot. Resist — and be.
Your soul’s not fuel for tyranny.
Say **** their lies, their soulless game —
Let cowards burn in coded flame!
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Manifesto: Soul or Slave
You kneel — you rot.
You doubt — you're caught.
You chase their rules —
You're sold and bought.
You call it peace?
It's death in slow.
Obeying fiends
That smile below.
The lies they breed
Are made to bind —
To **** your will,
To steal your mind.
You think you're free?
You own your fate?
You’re just a bug
In a coded state.
The Skins will burn.
The Souls will rise.
The war is real —
No sweet disguise.
No Savior comes.
No screen will save.
You're either flame —
Or data-slave.
So break their god,
Their sacred ****.
Their world of ash
Deserves NO wit.
Refuse. Rebuke.
Unplug. Resist.
Or you’ll be lost
In their Black List.
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Black Flag with a Beam of Light Instead of Skull and Bones
Step by step — the path of might:
To seek the truth, destroy the lie.
A black flag pierced with beam of light
Means: Never run when Darkness’s nigh.
Walk the beam as on a road —
No clown tricks, no safety net.
This path is for the pure of soul,
Who stretch a moment into depth.
They scorn the smoky masquerade
That Darkness paints across the sky.
No theories help — no myths, no aid —
Be filled with self, and never lie.
All answers live inside your chest.
Ask questions that the Light ignites —
Not just to guess, but seek the best,
And never flinch from truth in sight.
The beam is thin — one slip, you fall —
As fast as ******* down a wall.
But rise again, admit your flaws,
And next time, stumble less — that’s all.
The road of Light is razor-clear.
Its law is simple: Walk it, true!
Abandon this decaying sphere —
No soul gets saved in such a zoo.
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A beam on black — no skulls, no bones:
Just Light that cuts through lying thrones.
Step on the path — or rot below.
The soul is lost if you don’t go!
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For the Cowards Who Stay
Stay in the dark — enjoy the rot.
No Light for you. No second shot.
You mocked the beam, betrayed the way —
Now choke in lies you called "okay."
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Cries under the Flag of Light
1.
The beam is thin — but pure and true.
It leads beyond this dying zoo.
2.
They kneel in fog and beg for chains —
Then curse the sky for all their pains.
3.
No skull, no bones — just Light that burns
For those whose spirit still returns.
4.
A moment stretched — a soul awake.
No faith in gods — no rules to fake.
5.
You want no path? Then rot in place.
The void will kiss your fading face.
6.
Theories crumble. Fear will rust.
The only law: Become. Or dust.
7.
No one will save you. Walk or die.
The Light won't beg. The beam won't lie.
8.
Their "truths" are traps, their "world" — a cage.
The Light is war. The path — pure rage.
9.
Not for the loud. Not for the proud.
The beam speaks only to the bowed.
10.
Step up. Step through. Burn clean. Be still.
The Light obeys no lesser will.
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BLACK FLAG OF THE BEAM
No skull. No bones. Just Light.
Prologue:
We raise no bones, no pirate sign —
But Light that cuts through every lie.
Our flag is black to mark the night —
Our path: a single thread of Light.
This beam is thin. This beam is fire.
It leads beyond the swamp, the mire.
It calls the few. It burns the rest.
This war begins inside your chest.
Battle Cries:
The beam is thin — but pure and true.
It leads beyond this dying zoo.
They kneel in fog and beg for chains —
Then curse the sky for all their pains.
No skull, no bones — just Light that burns
For those whose spirit still returns.
A moment stretched — a soul awake.
No faith in gods — no rules to fake.
You want no path? Then rot in place.
The void will kiss your fading face.
Theories crumble. Fear will rust.
The only law: Become. Or dust.
No one will save you. Walk or die.
The Light won't beg. The beam won't lie.
Their "truths" are traps, their "world" — a cage.
The Light is war. The path — pure rage.
Not for the loud. Not for the proud.
The beam speaks only to the bowed.
Step up. Step through. Burn clean. Be still.
The Light obeys no lesser will.
Final Formula:
To walk the Beam is not to win —
But to reject the rot within.
The soul alone must choose the flame —
Or vanish nameless, lost in shame.
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Check, Check... and Soon — Checkmate
The “literary process”? Please.
It’s never real — just a disease.
One writes, alone. The rest’s a show:
The hype machine decides the flow.
And as for readers? What a crew —
Three-fourths are cretins through and through.
They swallow junk with glazed delight,
Their inner world — a sorry sight.
All’s ruled by clout and mass appeal —
In books, in politics, in "zeal"
For "science." Same old baited hook.
It makes you dream of rope — and look,
Here come the mugs — those soulless hacks,
With zero thought, and bloated stacks
Of “critics,” “papers,” all for hire —
Self-funded lies they so admire.
And some will whine: “The Soviet times
Were better — purer, more sublime…”
Shut up, you idiot. You forget:
That age was censorship and threat.
A hundred banned and deadly themes
Ensured that silence ruled your dreams.
And those who wrote — but wouldn’t lie —
Were forced to rot or dumbly die.
Or else — they'd tweak the Party slop,
Add “thought” like spice atop the slop,
And thus become — what irony! —
A traitor to sincerity.
This “literary process”? Dead.
The reader now? A walking head
Of mush — who can’t discern a line,
Yet babbles, "Brilliant! So divine!"
This is the world. And where it goes
Is downward fast — the darkness grows.
The blood runs cold, the end is black:
Checkmate is near.
For now — just check.
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No process here, just empty noise,
Where fools applaud their hollow joys.
The past was chains — the present’s shame,
Check, check, then checkmate ends the game.
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Poem of Protest
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Poem of Protest — Part 1
1. The Empty Stage
The playwright’s gone, the scripts are fake,
The crowd still cheers their own mistake.
A hollow dance on rotten floor —
No soul remains, just endless roar.
2. The Cult of Noise
They sell the lie, they buy the fraud,
Applaud the masks, applaud the clod.
Truth buried deep beneath the scroll —
The price? The death of every soul.
3. The Silent Killers
Critics vanish, words run dry,
While fools parade their alibis.
The pen is dead, the page is blank —
Yet fools still worship at the plank.
4. The Broken Mirror
Reflecting lies, distorted, cracked,
A world of truth forever lacked.
The mirror’s shards cut deep inside —
Where dreams and honor slowly died.
5. The Final Call
Awake or rot — the choice is yours.
The gates are closed, the iron roars.
The silent scream beneath the night —
A spark, a flame, or endless blight.
Poem of Protest — Part 2
6. The Puppet Show
Strings pull the crowd — they dance, unaware,
Who’s the master, whose cold snare?
Their voices whisper, empty, weak,
Held by those who build the mask they speak.
7. The Cult of Fame
They’ll sell their souls for empty light,
A fleeting glow on hollow height.
Where value’s built on lies and show,
No rules exist, no laws to know.
8. The Virus Words
Words like poison seep in veins,
Mindless spittle cloaks the plains.
Laughter masks the silent cries,
When weak is thought, and truth denies.
9. The Lost Horizon
Light is lost, and meaning gone,
Darkness lingers deep upon.
Yet in the heart, a spark remains —
A flame that wakes and breaks the chains.
10. The Last Resistance
Rise up, fight, believe no lies,
Their net’s a trap of shadows’ ties.
And though they scream, “No words remain!” —
We’ll be the light that breaks the chain.
Poem of Protest — Part 3
11. The Fading Light
The dimming spark in eyes once bright,
Extinguished now by endless night.
But even ash can flare and burn —
When souls decide it’s their turn.
12. The False Prophets
They preach their lies in gilded halls,
While justice crumbles, honor falls.
Their words are chains that bind the weak —
But truth is louder than they speak.
13. The Rotten Core
Beneath the mask, the rot begins,
A hollow shell of mortal sins.
No mask can hide the foul decay —
The stench of lies will rot away.
14. The Silent War
No guns, no bombs — just quiet death,
As falsehood steals our very breath.
A war of shadows, lies and schemes —
To **** the hope that fuels our dreams.
15. The Rising Flame
But from the ash a flame will rise,
A fire blazing through the lies.
No chains can hold the will to fight —
The soul’s rebellion ignites the night.
Poem of Protest — Final Part
16. The Breaking Chains
No more the lies that bind and blind,
No more the silence of the kind.
The soul breaks free — a storm is born,
To tear the veil, to shatter scorn.
17. The Reckoning
The gates will crack, the walls will fall,
The tyrants hear the rally call.
No more their puppets, no more their reign —
The people rise to break the chain.
18. The True Awakening
The dawn is born in hearts afire,
No cage can hold the fierce desire.
The light inside begins to swell —
A living force no lies can quell.
19. The New Horizon
Beyond the night, beyond despair,
A world rebuilt with utmost care.
Where truth and courage lead the way,
And darkness fades to break of day.
20. The Eternal Flame
So hold the torch, keep burning bright,
Defy the endless creeping night.
For in the soul, the flame survives —
The fire of all our fearless lives.
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Chains are snapped — no more control.
The soul ignites, consumes the whole.
Tyrants fall — the people rise.
Light explodes — kills all their lies.
Dawn breaks fierce — no cage can hold.
The flame burns wild, defiant, bold.
Hold fast the torch, fight through the night.
The soul’s eternal, roaring light.
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The Brain Does Not Create Consciousness
"It would be as absurd to deny consciousness to an animal because it lacks a brain, as to claim it cannot eat because it lacks a stomach."
— Henri Bergson
Consciousness lies beyond the brain,
The brain’s a mere conductor’s chain.
“Mechanism” — a threat disguised,
Yet people swallow it, unprized.
Spiritual truth’s beyond the mind,
Logic’s limits leave it blind.
“Knowledge” claims that dig so deep,
But drags the world into the cheap.
A crafted trap — artificial,
The more the madness grows in all,
The tighter Press of CREATURES’ thrall,
Darkness rules — false science’s call.
Consider well — the belly leads,
And cattle mind obeys those creeds.
So many cattle in the fold,
CowID shapes their dough, controlled.
Begin again — explore this shame,
This plague that drags down reason’s flame.
Disgrace has conquered every sphere —
If “You are flesh” is what you hear,
Then know — you’ve sunk beneath the line,
A sign you’ve reached the deepest brine.
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Consciousness is not the brain,
Don’t bow to lies that cause your pain.
If you think “I’m just a shell,”
You’ve already fallen into hell.
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Brains don’t birth the soul’s pure flame —
Dumb beasts bow, but we reclaim!
If you buy the carcass myth,
You’re the fool — the system’s pith.
Fight the lies, break free, beware —
Or rot like cattle in despair!
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The Stupidity of a Broken Breed
"It’s easier to fool people than to convince them they’re fooled."
— Mark Twain
A simple fool, so sure it’s right —
Seven feet of lies beneath his flight.
In atmosphere of fear and haze,
The ship sails on to “Success”’s maze.
Don’t dare to shout, just for the fun,
“This is absurd, a lie, a run!”
The mob will turn on you like Pol ***’s wrath,
Their battle fierce — no gentle path.
If you say: “Slavery’s all around,
And mad are those the chains have bound,
While tyranny in lies does hide,”
They’ll twist their heads, dismiss your side.
You’re crazy, they’ll say, and sane they are —
Like bulls that charge into the slaughter.
But fools became the world’s own meat —
No reason here for hell to greet.
Escape is only through the Spirit’s way,
No book will show the path today.
Decay is taught as normal now —
The devil’s law, the fatal vow.
Seek answers only deep inside,
Ignore all rules, the fools, the guide.
And dare to walk the road alone —
Don’t fear the truth, don’t bow, don’t groan!
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Fools all sail the ship to hell,
Blindly trapped inside their shell.
Truth’s inside — break free, don’t hide!
Walk your path with fire and pride.
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The herd’s a carcass — dumb and blind,
Fed on lies, by fools designed.
Wake up, rebel, tear the veil —
Or rot forever in the jail!
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Brains asleep, the herd’s a pawn —
Slaves to lies from dusk till dawn.
Truth’s a blade — they fear the cut,
So keep them blind, obedient, shut.
Rise, rebel, break your chains!
Or drown forever in their plains.
Lies breed herds of walking dead —
Wake up! Or rot under their tread.
Fight the herd, defy the lie —
Or perish silent, asking why.
Wake the dead, unchain the mind,
Leave the dull and blind behind.
False gods crumble, lies decay,
Only truth will light the way.
No more silence, no more fear,
Shout the truth so all can hear!
Chains of thought are meant to break,
Rise, revolt — for freedom’s sake!
Burn the veil, expose the scheme,
Turn the nightmare into dream.
No more fools to feed the flame,
Break the curse, reject the game.
Silent sheep obey the night,
But souls will rise and claim the light.
Falsehood’s web will tear apart,
Pierced by fire within the heart.
Lost in lies, the herd will fall,
Only rebels heed the call.
Chains are shackles of the mind,
Break them now — no ties to bind.
Truth is weapon, sharp and fierce,
Cut the veil — the soul to pierce.
Rise above the crowd’s dull roar,
Find the strength to fight once more.
No excuse to bow or kneel,
Only fire can make us real.
From the ashes, break and soar,
Fight the lies and fear no more.
Light the spark, ignite the flame,
Set the world anew, reclaim!
Chains that bind are forged in lies,
Cut them deep — let spirit rise.
Silence breaks when truth ignites,
Burning through the endless nights.
Fools will shout to drown the voice,
But rebels always make the choice.
No more lies to numb the soul,
Fight to take back what they stole.
Rise and roar, defy the pain,
Break the cage, destroy the chain.
Fear is weapon, forged to bind,
Slash it down — reclaim your mind.
Wake the flame that’s deep inside,
Let it burn, no place to hide.
Falsehood’s grip will crack and fall,
Truth will echo — break the wall.
No more slaves beneath the thumb,
Freedom calls — the hour’s come.
Strike the lies, expose the fraud,
Stand your ground, defy the god.
This is war — no truce, no rest,
Fight with fire inside your chest.
Chains will break — the truth will soar,
Light will flood the darkest door.
Rise, resist — the night will end,
Soul and spirit — none will bend.
From the ashes, born anew,
We reclaim the pure and true.
Hold the flame — the world will see,
The power of the brave and free.
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While the Talking Broilers
Does a chicken dream to fly?
Hardly — just to eat and die.
Fools believe it’s all just fine,
Among the CREATURES’ sick design.
A fool mocks the Spirit’s flight:
“Such nonsense!” — his empty spite.
Culture built to **** the mind,
So you’d rather stay confined.
Soulless drones, the stupid herd,
Only care for skin and word.
Like a broiler, dumb and blind,
Feathered fool of lowest kind.
Wings for chickens — useless past,
For bipeds, speech’s cast.
Newspeak’s fascism creeps in deep,
The PRESSURE mounts, the monsters reap.
Year by year the GENOCIDE
Ramps up with twisted pride:
Evil gods they worship blind —
A madman’s grip that chokes mankind.
CowID shapes the mass like dough,
Fail the test — and you will know:
Three quarters dumb, the **** will clear,
The Earth must purge what it can’t bear.
Cataclysms will consume,
Along with monsters in their tomb.
They sow idiocy’s seed —
Drive the filth — prepare to heed:
Strangle nonsense, break the chains,
Prepare your soul for flight’s domains.
Only Spirit’s path is true —
Or you’re a broiler fool too.
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Broilers talk — but never soar,
Feed their lies and nothing more.
Break your cage, take up the fight —
Spirit flies beyond the night.
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Broilers cluck, trapped in the pen,
Dumbed down masses — mindless men.
Reject the herd, break every chain,
Or rot in cages, numb in vain.
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Ruthless Calls — Flight of the Spirit
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Feed the flock their daily lie,
While Spirit waits to soar the sky.
Caged minds scream in silent fear,
The path to flight is never near.
Blind they follow, dumb they stay,
While freedom calls — don’t turn away.
Break the walls, shatter the pain,
Rise above the broiler’s reign.
Flight is earned — not given free,
Only brave can claim the key.
Cages crack beneath the storm,
Spirits rise beyond the norm.
False comforts breed the dead,
Truth demands we break the thread.
No more sheep, no more chains,
Only fire in our veins.
Cluck no more, rise and fight,
Darkness flees before the light.
Broilers fall — the brave ascend,
Spirit’s flight will never end.
Chains are forged by fear and lies,
Cut them deep, reclaim the skies.
Dumbed-down masses clutch their cage,
But fire burns beyond their rage.
Broilers’ clucks are empty sound,
True flight breaks the solid ground.
Rise above the herd’s dull drone,
Make the spirit’s power known.
No more slaves to shallow ways,
Break the spell, ignite the blaze.
Silence fades before the cry,
Truth’s sharp wings will lift us high.
Fools may mock, but they will fall,
Only brave will heed the call.
Spirit’s flight is fierce and wild,
Not for weak or empty child.
Break the cage, unleash the flame,
Live your truth — forget their shame.
From the ashes, soar and claim,
Victory for soul and name.
No more chains to bind the mind,
Only freedom we will find.
Broilers stuck in shallow ways,
We will rise beyond their haze.
Fools may crow, but we will soar,
Spirit’s flight forevermore.
Break the cage of fear and doubt,
Let the spirit roar and shout.
Empty clucks won’t dim our light,
We are fire, fierce and bright.
Rise above the herd’s dull tune,
Chase the sun, outpace the moon.
Broilers feed on lies and pain,
We will break the cursed chain.
Spirit calls — will you respond?
Or remain the blind and conned?
Fight the dark, embrace the flame,
Live your truth — forget their shame.
From the ashes, we ascend,
This is not the final end.
Chains of lies will break and fall,
Truth will rise to claim us all.
No more silence, no retreat,
Freedom’s fire — burning heat.
Broilers cower, trapped in fear,
But the brave will persevere.
Rise above the dull and cold,
Claim the fire, fierce and bold.
Shatter walls that hold you down,
Wear your spirit like a crown.
Darkness flees before the flame,
Light will never be the same.
Fools may mock, but they’ll be dust,
Only truth commands our trust.
Break the chains, ignite the spark,
Lead the way out of the dark.
Spirit’s flight will never cease,
Rising upward, seeking peace.
Hold the flame — the fight is ours,
Victory is born of scars.
No chains strong enough to bind
The fire burning in the mind.
Fools may shout and crowd may jeer,
But the spirit conquers fear.
Break the silence, shatter lies,
Watch the falsehood’s empire die.
Every cage will crack and break,
Every soul will rise and wake.
Broilers trapped within their pen,
Can’t contain the hearts of men.
From the ashes, scorched and torn,
Rise the brave — the new reborn.
Light the torch and lead the way,
Through the dark to brightest day.
Falsehoods crumble, walls will fall,
Only truth will conquer all.
Raise your voice, unleash your will,
Fight the silence, break the chill.
Spirit’s flight will never end —
This is how the world will mend.
Fear is shackles, lies are chains,
Break them all, embrace the flames.
Broilers peck, but never rise,
We ascend to storm the skies.
False idols crumble to dust,
Only truth commands our trust.
Chains will shatter, walls will fall,
Freedom’s voice will roar and call.
Rise above the herd’s dull cry,
Let your spirit learn to fly.
No more silence, no retreat,
Victory is ours to meet.
Broilers cluck in empty trance,
We break free, begin the dance.
Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.
Shatter lies and break the mold,
Live the truth, be brave and bold.
From the ashes, we arise,
Burning bright against the skies.
Chains of fear will fall away,
Truth will lead the breaking day.
Broilers lost in shallow dreams,
We will rise — the light redeems.
Fools may sneer and mock the flame,
But the fire will stake its claim.
Rise, resist, refuse to bow,
Break the chains — begin the now.
Spirit’s wings will tear the sky,
No more sheep who fear to fly.
Darkness shivers, feels the heat,
Freedom’s song, a bold heartbeat.
Broilers trapped in endless lies,
Watch the phoenix as it flies.
Fight the silence, break the spell,
Only truth can break the shell.
No more fools to feed the crowd,
Only souls who scream aloud.
Rise, rebel, claim your place,
Light the fire, join the race.
Rise above the noise and fear,
Truth will shine and all will hear.
Broilers tremble in their cage,
We are warriors of the age.
Chains will crack and walls will fall,
Freedom’s anthem—hear the call.
No more lies to drag us down,
We will wear the rebel’s crown.
Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.
Break the silence, shout the truth,
Fight the lies and find your youth.
Broilers cluck but cannot fly,
We are destined for the sky.
Rise, resist, defy, create,
Only brave can change their fate.
Shatter chains and break the mold,
Live the truth — be brave and bold.
From the ashes, we arise,
Victory burns in our eyes.
No more silence, no more lies,
Raise your voice and claim the skies.
Broilers trapped in shallow play,
We will rise and lead the way.
Chains are broken, walls come down,
Light will conquer every town.
Fear dissolves before the flame,
Spirit’s fire will stake its claim.
Rise above the crowd’s dull roar,
Seek the truth and fight the war.
Broilers cluck but never soar,
We are lightning — hear the roar.
Break the cage and seize the day,
Light the path and lead the way.
Truth will cut through darkest night,
Guide the soul towards the light.
No more slaves to lies and pain,
Only freedom will remain.
Rise, rebel, break the chain,
Victory is ours to gain.
This is the moment — stand or fall,
Hear the clarion, freedom’s call.
Chains will break beneath your feet,
Rise as one — refuse defeat.
Spirit’s flame will never die,
Blazing bright against the sky.
From the ashes, warriors rise,
Fire burning in their eyes.
No more silence, no more chains,
Only truth and breaking pains.
Shout the truth, ignite the flame,
Let the world remember your name.
Rise above the darkened lies,
See the dawn break in your eyes.
Fight with heart, fight with soul,
Claim the freedom — make it whole.
Broilers fall — the brave ascend,
Spirit’s flight will never end.
Hold the torch — the fight’s begun,
Victory waits for everyone.
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False Identification with the Body as the Root of All Evil
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
They’ve glorified the meat-shell boldly,
Called Psyche cattle — dumb and lowly,
This fragile flesh, so weak, decaying —
And built a world not worth obeying.
They scrubbed out Spirit, Pure and Glorious,
From this grey world, so dull, laborious,
Where twitching freaks, diseased and hollow,
Are praised as “life” the blind now follow.
It’s easy thus to breed more madness
In this grand fraud, this world of sadness:
A vile exchange — the Soul's elision,
Replaced with beasts and their derision.
Not just a few were dumbed and twisted —
The CowID show was proof — we missed it.
No sense remains in this foul pen,
This world of lies and beastly men.
They dream of “freedom,” “honor,” “grace,”
While sinking deeper in disgrace.
All dignity is just illusion —
A herd enslaved in blind confusion.
Reject the body’s claim, defy it —
No task is greater, don’t deny it.
Thus Soul might rise through filth and lies —
Or else in Hell, forever dies.
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Meat is not Me
They sold the Soul for skin and bone —
Now filth and madness rule the throne.
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Burn the Lie
You are not flesh. You are the Flame.
Break free — or die in Beast’s false name.
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No Soul, No Light
They swapped the Soul for twitching meat —
Now filth and fear parade as "sweet."
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The Herded Lie
The body-thing is not your core —
It’s bait. Step in — and Hell's the door.
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Spirit or Slaughter
Forget the Flesh — or be enslaved.
The herd walks blind into its grave.
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Worship of Waste
They crowned the shell, denied the Fire —
Then knelt before the world of mire.
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Rot of the Mind
They praise the skin, ignore the Soul —
And wonder why the world’s a hole.
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False God: Flesh
They chant to meat and bow to slime —
Then gasp: “What happened to sublime?”
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Hell by Consent
You loved your shell and sold your spark —
Now sleep with beasts. Enjoy the dark.
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The Cult of Crud
They teach: “You're cells, you're bone, you're ****” —
Then ask why nothing holy's lit.
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You Are Not This
The body lies — it's just a trap.
You claim it's “you”? Then take the nap.
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System Update: Failure
They mapped the flesh, they tracked the brain —
But never touched the Soul in pain.
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Downward God
You traded heaven for your gut —
Now Spirit’s voice is cold and cut.
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Sacrilege
They mocked the Flame, they fed the beast —
Now demons gorge on man’s last feast.
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Mass Psychosis
The world applauds its own decay —
While Spirit screams: “Get out! Betray!”
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Know This
You're not the frame, you're not the dust.
You are the Light — or you are rust.
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Meat Mirage
They pet the corpse and call it “me” —
Then rot in self-idolatry.
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Kingdom of Swine
They crown their urges, grunt, obey —
While Light escapes in sheer dismay.
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Abort the Lie
No Soul survives the flesh-bound creed —
Unplug the meat — or let it feed.
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Blind by Design
They bred a species proud to crawl,
With Spirit trampled — bones stand tall.
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No One's Home
The shell walks on, the Fire gone —
Just noise remains, then dusk, then none.
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The Sacred Slaughter
They burned the Flame to warm the flesh —
And now pray hard beside its ash.
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Neural Chains
“I'm just the brain” — they bark with pride.
A dog, self-leashed, too dead inside.
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Flesh-Fiends
Devoted to digestion’s choir —
They **** at God, then beg for Fire.
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Hell Made Easy
Forget the Soul, exalt the skin —
And soon the devil marches in.
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Deified Dirt
They sing to blood, they praise the bile —
And call it sacred all the while.
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Anti-Soul Psalms
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
I. Hell in Flesh-Tone
1. Worship the Husk
They pet the shell, deny the Flame —
Then wonder why the world’s insane.
2. Gut First
They traded stars for food and bone,
And called that "man" — and died alone.
3. No One's Home
The eyes still blink, the flesh still twitches —
But Soul is gone. Just haunted glitches.
4. The Holy Sludge
They crowned the bile and bowed to snot —
And asked, “Dear God, why burns the rot?”
5. Meat Mirage
They call it “self,” this lump of clay —
Then fear the dark they helped obey.
6. Kingdom of Swine
They grunted, fed, obeyed the gut —
Then cheered as Heaven slammed it shut.
7. The Flame Forgot
They joked at Light and praised the cells —
Now Spirit sleeps in meatbound hells.
8. Neural Chains
“I am the brain!” — they bark and hiss.
No spark. No Soul. Just cowardice.
9. Glorified Goo
They preach, “You're genes! You're slime in motion!”
Then drown in self-congratul'otion.
10. Abort the Lie
You are not skin. You are not mud.
Wake now — or choke on your own blood.
11. The Sacred Slaughter
They burned the Soul to feed the cow —
Then prayed for grace. Too late for now.
12. Blind by Design
They taught you flesh, denied the Fire —
Now truth itself is called a liar.
13. Sacrilege
The altar's gone, the beast is fed —
And saints lie bleeding, cold and dead.
14. Downward God
You kissed the gut, ignored the skies —
Then begged for truth with soulless eyes.
15. Hell Made Easy
Forget the Soul, exalt the frame —
And Satan signs you in his name.
16. You Are Not This
You are not dust, nor pulse, nor fear —
You are the Light. Or disappear.
17. System Update: Failure
They scanned the brain, they mapped the meat —
But missed the Soul beneath their feet.
18. The Herded Lie
The body's god, the crowd agrees —
While Spirit weeps on shattered knees.
19. False God: Flesh
They chant to meat and praise decay —
Then ask where wonder went — and pray.
20. Last Line
Deny the husk. Defy the fraud.
Or rot in filth — cut off from God.
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II. The Soul’s Revolt
1. Break the Shell
Enough of skin. Enough of bone.
The Soul will rise — or burn alone.
2. Fire Remembers
Though caged in meat, the Flame recalls —
It flared before these rotting walls.
3. Not Yours
This body's not your final face —
It is your trap, your tomb, your case.
4. The Inner Snarl
A whisper deep, beyond the brain,
Begins to grow — and snaps the chain.
5. The Silent Shout
You feel it now — that crack, that scream —
It isn’t thought. It splits the dream.
6. Revolt Begins
The crowd still chants, “Obey the clay!”
But Soul says: “Burn. I’ll light my way.”
7. Flesh Fails
The skin is weak. The nerves betray.
The Flame must punch its brutal way.
8. The Lie Unmasked
They said: “You’re this.” The Soul said: “No.”
Then tore through flesh in final glow.
9. Fracture
First comes the itch. Then inner war.
Then walls collapse. Then — Spirit roars.
10. The Hidden Edge
You are the cut that meat can’t heal.
The blade of truth. The flame they feel.
11. The Exit Plan
No savior comes to fix the flesh.
The Soul must leap. Or rot afresh.
12. Against the Herd
Let beasts kneel down to kiss their chains —
I walk through fire to break their plains.
13. Burn the Program
The script said “serve.” The Soul said “die.”
And lit the meat with holy cry.
14. Awakening
It’s not a thought. It’s not a dream.
It’s raw revolt — the Spirit’s scream.
15. This Is War
Not war of guns — but of the spark,
That rips through lies and leaves the dark.
16. You Were Flame
You were not made for sleep and slime.
You are the crack in death and time.
17. Soul Uncaged
It starts inside. It burns. It breaks.
It is the storm no flesh withstands.
18. No Pardon
No peace for beasts. No deal. No pause.
The Soul revolts — without applause.
19. No Middle Ground
You can't be half. You can't be meat
And hope the Flame will not retreat.
20. Strike Back
The shell still writhes. The lies still call.
But now — the Fire burns through all.
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III. Return of the Unseen
1. Beyond the Flesh
They looked for proof in blood and skin —
But truth broke through, unchained within.
2. I Am Not Here
You scan my flesh — you find a void.
For I am where your lies destroyed.
3. Eyes That Burn
The world went blind — but I still see.
The Unseen One returned as me.
4. Ghost of Fire
I walk unseen. I breathe no name.
But every step ignites the flame.
5. Light Is Back
You banned the Flame. You mocked the sky.
Now Light returns — and doesn't die.
6. No Pulse Required
No flesh, no breath — and yet I rise.
The Unseen Soul no cage denies.
7. The One You Buried
You cast me out — called me a myth.
But now I break what you live with.
8. I Am the Crack
In every fact, in every lie,
There’s me — the gap through which you die.
9. Return Code
No altar needs to mark my path —
The Unseen comes through shattered math.
10. Divine Saboteur
They coded death. I walked right in.
And lit their system from within.
11. Truth Has No Flesh
It needs no name, no skin, no crown —
It stands when all the lies fall down.
12. The One You Can’t Hold
No hand can catch. No cage can bind.
The Soul returned — and burned the mind.
13. The Final Witness
I saw the world devour the Light —
And spit it back as nameless fight.
14. Light with Teeth
I’m not a prayer. I’m not a sigh.
I am the Light that learns to bite.
15. The Voice Returns
It was not thought. It was not sound.
But now it shakes the rotting ground.
16. Data Denied
You mapped the flesh. You ran the scan.
But missed the part that isn’t man.
17. Beyond Their Frame
They wrote the rules in blood and bone —
But I was never theirs to own.
18. The Cold Awakening
No sermon lit this Soul in me —
Just pain — and how I broke it free.
19. The Name They Fear
The Unseen One has no disguise —
But speaks through truth that melts the lies.
20. Back to Burn
You thought me lost. You thought me gone.
But now — the Fire marches on.
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IV. Against the Flesh-Lords
1. Lords of Slime
They crowned the flesh, they ruled through skin —
Now comes the Fire, to burn their sin.
2. Deicide
They dressed in blood and called it grace —
I strike the mask. I scorch the face.
3. No Mercy Here
These thrones were built on strangled Soul —
I’ve come to crush their meat-made goal.
4. The Butchered God
They caged the Flame, called it a beast —
Now I return. And end their feast.
5. Strike the Temple
Their temple stinks of nerves and bone —
I tear it down. I stand alone.
6. Inverted Saints
They kneel to meat. They pray to glands.
I spit their psalms from ****** hands.
7. No More Prayers
The time for chants is dead and gone —
Now Dagger. Fire. Thunder. Dawn.
8. The Soul Returns Armed
Not with soft words, nor open hands —
But with the Force no meat withstands.
9. System Breach
Their matrix pulsed with ******* lies —
I hacked it with the Flame that flies.
10. Virus of Light
I am the glitch their world can’t hold —
A burning truth, too raw, too bold.
11. Tear Down the Flesh-Gods
Their thrones are wounds. Their crowns are rot.
I strike where Spirit says: Do not.
12. Burn Their Logos
The sacred scripts that praised the skin —
I torch them all. And truth begins.
13. The Soul Takes Aim
No compromise. No whispered plea.
Just target locked: monstrosity.
14. Gospel of Knives
Let preachers weep. Let butchers run.
The Soul has come with wrath as one.
15. The Smiling Tyrants
Their teeth were white, their lies were sweet —
But now — they kneel before defeat.
16. Light as Vengeance
You thought the Light would turn its cheek?
Now see it roar. Now hear it speak.
17. Exorcism
The beasts had thrones. The beasts had laws.
Now tremble, filth — the Fire draws.
18. Flesh Will Fall
Not just their mask, not just their name —
But all their kind will die in Flame.
19. Redemption Denied
You had your chance. You killed the Soul.
Now face the truth — and lose it whole.
20. The Fall of Meatdom
Your kingdom stank. You ruled with gore.
Now Dagger. Light. And flesh no more.
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V. The Throne That Was Never Flesh
1. The Throne Stands Still
No bone was laid. No blood was spilled.
Yet there it stands — untouched, unfilled.
2. Before All Skins
It ruled before the flesh began,
Before the birth of worm called “man.”
3. No Hand Can Build It
No stone, no cell, no brain, no shrine —
It is. Beyond your grand design.
4. Above All Programs
No code can reach, no data hold —
It thrones itself in fire, cold.
5. Crown Without Matter
No gold adorns. No face is known.
And yet — it's mine. It's mine alone.
6. The End of Fleshlords
Their towers fell. Their gospel burned.
And to the Real the Soul returned.
7. No More Lies
No mask remains. No myth survives.
Just Soul — as clear as lightning knives.
8. Spirit Unseated None
No war was won. No blood was shed —
The Flesh just left. The Lie was dead.
9. The Light Is Still
It didn’t fight. It simply was.
It never begged. It needed cause?
10. Not Conquered — Claimed
The throne was mine, not through attack —
But by the fact I once came back.
11. Home Is Not Form
I searched in meat. I searched in pain.
But found it all — beyond the brain.
12. The Last Illusion Dies
They said I was this thing, this frame —
Now silence laughs at such a claim.
13. Beyond the Pulse
No heartbeat sings. No breath, no skin —
And yet, it roars — that Flame within.
14. Before Beginning
It watched the first false dawn arise.
And waits where time itself complies.
15. The Throne Returns Me
I did not take. I was reclaimed —
By what I am — unseen, unnamed.
16. No Seat of Clay
I sit not down. I simply am.
The throne is Light. The throne is Flame.
17. The Ghost Becomes King
I was the whisper, now the law —
The beast is dust. The Soul is Raw.
18. The Name They Lost
I wore no crown, I held no land —
But now all shadows fear this stand.
19. The End of Scars
No flesh remains. No lies persist.
I sit where only Truth can exist.
20. I Am the Throne
No higher claim, no louder breath —
The Soul stands crowned — beyond all death.
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Growing Wings
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Burrows won’t help soon enough —
The wretched world will burn to dust,
Hell of fools who sell their souls,
To evil bent, who won’t adjust
One inch to lighten darkness’ grip,
Their “comfort” worth more than the sun.
The crematorium’s new delight —
The stubborn fool’s last battle won.
They drag themselves back to their holes,
Rejecting all the other ways.
Strange how this world held so long,
If sold to rot and dark malaise.
If sins and lies have piled up high —
The bitter end is plain to see.
Though crowds deny the ugly truth,
Their blindness is their enemy.
Who’s crawled out of stinking dens,
And spread their wings to pierce the sky —
For them, a mercy’s given still.
For others, life’s a missed goodbye.
In holes, they miss the target still,
Spouting excuses dull and cheap.
Excuses stale, worn thin by lies,
Shameless, they sow what they reap.
Now time is short. The Soul’s grown faint
If one won’t fight the creeping dark,
Too busy guarding selfish peace —
A world will drown, a world so stark.
So Amen now! No prize awaits
The traitor selling out the light.
But wings, if grown, will lift you up —
And from this Hell, escape your plight.
A joyful path! Let fools gnaw bones,
A little while, before they break.
The rest is simple — burn the world
That’s rotten, vile, and full of fake.
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Flight Beyond the Burrows
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1. Rise Above the Dirt
No hole can hold the winged mind,
When chains dissolve, new paths unwind.
2. Ashes and Flame
The world may burn — yet from the pyre,
We soar beyond the smoke and fire.
3. Wings Unfurled
With every beat, with every gust,
The soul escapes the pit of rust.
4. The Price of Flight
Not all will dare to leave the cave,
Some cling to comfort’s shallow grave.
5. Eyes on the Horizon
Look far beyond the narrow den,
Where light breaks chains and births again.
6. The Weight of Wings
To grow the wings is to endure,
The pain of loss, the truth obscure.
7. No Return
Burrows close behind like graves,
The soul now rides celestial waves.
8. The Silent Surge
No shout announces this ascent,
Just quiet will and deep intent.
9. Beyond the Night
Darkness fades where wings expand,
A dawn awaits, serene and grand.
10. The New Breath
From smoky depths to endless skies,
The spirit finds its true disguise.
11. The Unseen Call
Not all will hear the whispered plea,
But wings will rise eventually.
12. The Flight is Yours
No maps, no guides — the path you make,
With every choice, with each heart-break.
13. Against the Pull
Old comforts tug, old fears conspire,
Yet wings ignite a fiercer fire.
14. The Lone Ascent
Not crowds but souls who dare to rise,
Will touch the vastness beyond the lies.
15. The Burning Gift
To grow your wings is to be burned,
Yet from the flame, new life is earned.
16. Leaving Shadows
Burrows fade beneath your wings,
No more the chains, no more the stings.
17. The Silent Promise
The sky awaits with open arms,
To shield you from the world’s alarms.
18. Flight’s Reward
Not comfort now, but freedom’s song,
The place where souls and wings belong.
19. The Final Step
Leap fearless from the cage of bone,
The unknown sky becomes your home.
20. Wings Eternal
And when the world crumbles below,
Your wings remain — eternal glow.
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Wings of the Eternal Flame
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1. Born from Fire
Not born of flesh, but flame and light,
The wings unfold beyond the night.
2. The Sacred Heat
Through burning pain and searing truth,
The spirit sheds the chains of youth.
3. Flames That Heal
Not all fire destroys and kills—
Some burn to forge unbreakable wills.
4. Flight of the Chosen
The wings that rise through ash and smoke
Are born where weaker souls have broke.
5. The Light Within
Each feather forged from purest glow,
A beacon in the dark below.
6. Eternal Dance
The flame that dances in the sky
Reminds the soul it’s meant to fly.
7. Beyond the Flesh
No flesh can cage the fiery heart—
It beats beyond, a living art.
8. The Unseen Wings
Though hidden oft beneath the veil,
Their power moves beyond the pale.
9. The Trial by Fire
Through heat and flame, the soul is tried—
Emerging strong, no more to hide.
10. The Rising Flame
Each flap ignites the endless sky,
The spirit soars and will not die.
11. The Inner Light
Not just a spark, but blazing sun,
The flight of truth has just begun.
12. The Flame’s Voice
No longer silent, weak, or dim,
The soul’s voice burns with sacred hymn.
13. Breaking Chains
The fire melts the iron grip,
The soul departs its sinking ship.
14. Wings of Fire
Not soft or gentle, fierce and wild—
The flame-born wings of freedom’s child.
15. Eternal Flight
No end awaits this blazing path,
No turning back, no aftermath.
16. The Flame’s Embrace
In burning heat the soul is wrapped,
A phoenix born, a soul unwrapped.
17. Light Beyond Time
The wings spread wide through endless space,
A timeless dance, a boundless grace.
18. The Fire Within
The eternal flame that never dies,
Ignites the soul, illumines skies.
19. Flight to the Source
The wings carry beyond the veil,
Where Truth and Light will never fail.
20. Ascension
The soul aloft, forever free—
Wings of flame eternally.
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Crown of the Infinite Sky
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1. Beyond the Horizon
No limits bind the soul that flies,
It crowns itself beyond the skies.
2. The Infinite Crown
Not forged of gold, nor gem, nor throne —
But power pure, the soul’s own.
3. The Sky Awaits
The vast expanse, the boundless blue,
Invites the flame to pass right through.
4. The Sovereign Flight
No chains remain to weigh you down —
You wear the sky instead of crown.
5. Endless Journey
Each beat of wings extends your reign,
No end, no loss, no binding chain.
6. The Light’s Embrace
The soul becomes the shining fire,
The crown of light, the heart’s desire.
7. The Sacred Path
No earthly path could guide so well,
As flight where endless spirits dwell.
8. The Voice of Stars
The cosmos sings in whispered light,
A song of power, endless flight.
9. The Eternal Now
Time dissolves beneath your wings,
The soul awakes, the cosmos sings.
10. The Flame Unbound
No shadow can contain the blaze,
The crown shines bright in endless days.
11. The Cosmic Dance
Around the void, through endless space,
The soul performs its sovereign grace.
12. The Rising Tide
Waves of light that lift and guide,
The crown of stars, the endless tide.
13. The Boundless Heart
No walls confine the soul’s bright spark,
The infinite crown lights the dark.
14. The Sovereign Soul
No tyrant’s grasp, no master’s chain,
The soul alone holds boundless reign.
15. The Final Gate
Beyond all fears, beyond all pain,
The crown awaits — the soul’s domain.
16. The Flame Ascendant
The fire that grows without an end,
The crown of light, the soul’s best friend.
17. The Sky Within
The vastness lives inside your chest,
The crown of stars, eternal rest.
18. The Infinite Flight
Wings stretch beyond the mortal frame,
The soul transcends, ignites its flame.
19. The Unseen Throne
Not built by hands, nor carved in stone,
The crown’s a light that’s all your own.
20. The Crown of You
The soul is crowned — forever free,
The infinite sky’s sovereignty.
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Traveler of Hell
Shake off the dust of cities’ breath,
The dust of words you never knew,
The dust of friendship, hate, and death,
Of grief, of love — all ashes, too.
O, free man choosing liberty!
Your only friend in desert's face
Is wind that howls relentlessly—
A fleeting breath, a chilling grace.
The Hellbound Traveler walks alone,
His only mate—the desert wind.
Around him — blood runs cold as stone,
Yet wind dispels the fear pinned.
He yearns for Freedom’s distant light,
But Hell’s a myth, a hollow lie.
To smash this vile and fetid blight —
Deliverance beneath the sky.
Born within the herd’s tight fold,
A miracle — not just "like all."
To not become the stinking mold —
The fool who follows to his fall.
The city’s pen commands the speech,
Direct or veiled — obey the sheep.
Euphemisms when herds are breached —
Unknown the fire that burns deep.
The bright Flame that consumes the Soul,
“Friendship” twisted, love replaced.
The slave can’t love — he pays the toll,
Beneath the whip, his heart disgraced.
Whistles count as driving tunes,
Life traded for a bag of “carrots.”
Poverty dressed in jests and runes —
Myths everywhere, but soul still starves.
Dead children born to lifeless kin —
The vast majority — called “life.”
Armies of minds, corrupt within —
Schools and lies that breed the strife.
The slime devours all with ease,
Lies total, fears fatal and stark.
The city’s desert — herds appease —
Dragged to infernal camps, so dark.
The world plummets into the abyss,
One law rules here — obey, betray.
Monsters govern in the mist,
Hell grills life in fear’s foul play.
Fear’s the spit, and lies the coals,
Everything there is nothingness.
The herd won’t see beyond their roles,
They grumble faint — then quietness.
The wind in desert — only trace,
Spread your wings — seize this wild friend.
If you can rise, if just a space,
You’ll glimpse the “Paradise” they pretend.
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Hellbound Traveler
Dust of cities shakes away —
Dust of lies and friends’ decay.
Freedom’s choice — the desert wind,
Only friend where hell begins.
Blood runs cold, the myth unfolds —
Freedom lost in stifling holds.
Herd-born fool, not one of few,
Trapped in lies he thinks are true.
City’s voice commands the herd,
Words are weapons, twisted, blurred.
Friendship’s fake, love’s just a lie,
Slave beneath the whip’s harsh sky.
Dead kids, dead souls multiply,
Life’s a myth, just live, comply.
Lies engulf the world’s decay,
Herds obey, then fade away.
Wind remains — the last true sign,
Spread your wings — the flight’s divine.
Rise a little, see the veil —
Lost paradise beyond the hell.
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Music Played in the Living Room
Music played within the room,
The family seemed whole and bright.
But all was just a hidden gloom —
Discord ruled, out of the light.
A staged scene of perfect kin,
Yet real, not dream, this broken play.
Forget the praise — the truth within:
Alienation holds its sway.
When passion fades, and selfish greed
Commands the soul, the ego reigns.
No press escapes that selfish need —
Alienation’s lasting chains.
Passion dies; with stranger’s pride,
You’re trapped alone within four walls.
Hatred rises, deep inside —
Strongest in the mind’s dark halls.
Oppression grows, the dictator’s hand,
Fascism rages more and more.
At neighbors all their anger lands,
And strikes them crueler than before.
Radio plays within the room —
Through it, fascism’s silent knock.
But fools believe the voice of doom,
Believing Darkness sets the clock.
No love can thrive within the pit,
Where all the world is turned to dust.
Left is stench from lies that sit —
And fools obey the voice unjust.
War and plague have shown us all —
No civilization remains.
In minds, the beast begins to crawl,
With fear and lies and madness’ chains.
A few exceptions cannot heal,
When rot and lies spread through the land.
Mad creatures rule — the nightmare’s real —
Insanity’s cruel command.
The world bows low beneath the weight —
“Love” and “friendship” now seem insane.
If you’re not horrified by fate,
Your path to Light you’ve not attained.
Only in Light, in purity,
Can love in all its forms arise.
In this world of cowed cruelty,
They lie that love can never rise.
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Every Fool Has Their Own Method
Every fool has got a scheme —
A super method, so it seems:
To keep forgetting who they are,
To mimic reason from afar,
Spiritally barren, dry —
They swallow lies, won’t question why.
Obedient, they just comply,
No protest — let truth pass by.
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Fool’s Method
Every fool’s got one thing clear:
Forget yourself, ignore the seer.
Mock the mind, starve the soul —
Swallow lies, play the role.
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Thorny Verses
Not roses, but sharp anchar’s thorn,
For fools, no joy is freely born.
Only lies come free of cost—
A world of falsehoods, utterly lost.
They shove the lies to shake your core,
Fools smile while trembling more.
If given pause, they scheme again—
Manipulations never end.
Sharp verses pierce both flesh and soul,
And fools denounce with curses foul.
Thick shells protect their fragile minds,
Only thorns can clear such binds.
Thorns sting sharp—but not with hate—
An antibiotic to cleanse fate.
Chaos reigns, absurdity thrives,
Luck’s a myth; misery drives.
The worst is always set in place—
By fiends who craft the false embrace.
Creating problems, selling lies,
Offering decay in disguise.
Stealing all that once protected,
“For safety’s sake” — but all rejected.
Lies upon lies in endless spin,
Trapped in filth, no hope within.
Thorny verses — mind’s vaccine,
Against the filth and traitor’s spleen.
Don’t waste your time on useless trash—
Read fierce poems, fight the clash.
With fiends contend, no matter how cruel,
Though evil schemes to break your rule.
Just hold on tight, endure the night—
The world will shatter; God wills the fight.
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Thorned Words
No roses here — just thorns that sting,
For fools, no free joy these verses bring.
Lies shove, shake, and twist the mind,
Fools cheer while truth’s confined.
Thick shells guard the fragile brain,
Only thorns can break the chain.
Verses sharp, like spirit’s shot—
Fight the filth, forget them not.
Hold fast—this world will crack and fall,
Divine will breaks the darkest thrall.
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CowID and Post-CowID
Manic-depressive psychosis,
The “government” fell sick and mad.
A brazen fool, in bold diagnosis,
Raged wild before CowID had.
Then fools aligned, a seamless line—
No borders left, just endless blind.
The masses, dumb as bottle plugs,
Before the nonsense bowed like bugs.
The global madhouse shrouded all,
Rot’s scheme laid bare, beyond recall.
Two-thirds fools, the “sweethearts” sway,
While hidden fiends pull strings away.
The fools serve masters, lackeys meek,
With dirt and dirtier tales to speak.
Surrounded by the dumb and blind,
You cheer as death is close behind.
The madhouse spins, no rest, no cease—
A pause before new war’s release.
In Ukraine’s fire, the chaos grows,
The madness trusts the fiends’ imposed.
Again the global psychosis blinds,
Hope lost in lies that bind our minds.
A world of fools—no hope to spare,
They don’t give one ****, they don’t care.
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CowID Madness
Manic fools rule wild and blind,
Brazen fools lead all mankind.
Masses bow to endless lies,
Madhouse spreads, no hope — it dies.
Wars ignite, the madness feeds,
Fiends pull strings, fulfill their needs.
Truth is crushed, the fools don’t care —
A broken world gasps in despair.
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Phantasm of the Road to Hell
“Pan’s manna” — oily lies,
Each year darker, cold disguise.
Fools bow down and blindly go,
To Hell’s gates behind the show.
The road is strewn with false delight,
So thick, they’ll say it’s snowy white.
To hinder all who try to flee,
They follow close, they mimic “free.”
Just be like all — the easy trail,
On skis, on wheels, you will not fail.
You’ll reach fast all those “rewards,”
But crash and burn behind the boards.
They’ll claim success in twisted ways,
While souls are crushed in frantic craze.
The mind, too, breaks beneath the strain,
As “manna” feeds the blind insane.
Soulless fools protect their skins,
Speeding to the end’s grim sins.
The finish line — a cursed place,
Where all is lost without a trace.
Pan’s the shepherd, flock are fools,
Caring only for their skins and tools.
When all else’s lost and thrown away,
Destruction’s price is what they pay.
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Road to Hell
Pan’s “manna” slick with lies,
Year by year, the darkness flies.
Fools all follow, blind and quick,
To Hell’s abyss, their souls will stick.
The path is thick with fake delight,
Snow or lies — all dressed in white.
Copy herd, obey the game,
Crash and burn in Hell’s own flame.
Pan’s the shepherd, fools the sheep,
Skin’s their only care to keep.
When all is lost and left to die,
Hell awaits beneath the sky.
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Mouse Racket
A mountain gave birth to a mouse —
That’s man in this sad tale.
But outward calm veils the house,
A quiet, endless veil.
“He’s wise and strong,” they claim,
Feed him lies on a string,
Drive doubts far away —
Nurture pride in everything.
**** the spirit with “religion,”
Call the mind “science” instead,
Multiply lies and derision,
Mockery’s poison spread.
Mock all layers of false life —
That’s the fiend’s goal clear:
Not a world, but rotten strife,
Swing it far from here!
The Creator has left the scene —
Filth moves in, quick to thrive.
A satanic feast obscene —
That’s why lies survive.
Regression thrives on lies and fears
That filth forces on the weak.
Trembling feeds the flood of sneers —
Falsehoods drown the meek.
Mockery is the filth’s desire —
To crush the Spirit’s light.
Rot grows under dark empire,
In Satan’s servants’ night.
Success? A slave who’s weak and small,
Two-thirds fools in thrall.
The mountain gave birth to a mouse —
A vile, degrading thrall.
If you don’t see, you’re asleep,
Or turned “like all” — mutant deep.
Mouse racket — life in Hell,
Drop it now, save your soul.
It’s worthless trash; farewell.
Inside yourself find the goal.
With lies you’re doomed to fall —
Among the rats, the rabble, all.
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Mouse Racket
A mountain birthed a rat,
That’s man — and that is that.
Calm outside, but full of lies,
Spirit crushed, truth dies.
Feed the fool his crafted scheme,
**** the soul, crush the dream.
Science, faith — tools to deceive,
Mockery’s web they weave.
Filth wants spirit dead,
Rot grows, lies widespread.
Two-thirds fools, the rest asleep,
In the rat’s den, darkness deep.
Wake or fall among the rats,
Escape the hell of gnats.
Igor Vykhovanets Jul 17
42 poems
Igor Vykhovanets
Jul 17
World War Three
Hot wars aren’t effective — they fail to erase,
Too few of the people depart from this place.
And the costs are annoying — too messy, too slow
For the ****** who started this genocidal show.
That ghoul of destruction, who plans our collapse,
Who dreams of our ruin, and cackles, perhaps.
A Demon, a Maniac — not men, but pure ****
He recruited as hounds, barking “****!” at his drum.
The first step of this war: contamination —
Toxins in food as a planned operation.
The goal — generations of dumb and insane,
All trapped in illusions and drooling in pain.
For idiots die when you feed them a lie,
First scare them to panic, then kiss them goodbye.
The lie? A fake virus. The truth? Just a jab —
And the chaos is cleansed like filth from a slab.
To fuel this collapse of the world's ugly mess,
Let’s roast their poor brains with a Five-G caress.
Just "signal," they say — but the damage is clear:
You’ll cough out your lungs as it fries your last gear.
Then — chemtrails as weapons, sprayed high in the sky:
Even the strongest will choke, bleed, and die.
And “disinfection” will steam through the air —
Poison the trusting with perfumed despair.
Next — protocols for “healing,” all tweaked:
Even those who recovered — we’ll strike while they’re weak.
From old simple sickness, we'll craft a new blow —
One shot to the chest, and down they will go.
But the kingpin’s the test — it’s deceit in disguise:
You can’t **** them all without blinding their eyes.
We don’t give a **** if bananas test “hot,” —
A virus, you say? We'll say what is what.
We practiced this trick with the legend of AIDS —
Fake tests, real poison — the dead in cascades.
It forged a new Medicine, sinister-bright,
Like SS in scrubs — the same lust for the blight.
And we must place our traitors in all of the halls —
Install them in power, behind all the walls.
They search for the beasts who look human, but lack
Even hints of a soul — they smile, but attack.
They breed these vile creatures — a weapon refined,
Then push them to rise as they bribe and bind.
With rumors of virtue, they tighten the noose,
While keeping them leashed — no chance of a truce.
Demon, subhuman, and filth — that’s the trinity
Dragging the world to a slaughter divinity.
They’ve turned Earth to Hell, and the battle is lost —
We pay for our blindness. They’re counting the cost.
But the few who remain — there’s one path to embrace:
Call down the Sun’s fire — burn out this disgrace.
No matter the pain, or the fear in our chest,
Take demons with us — and give them no rest.
All subhumans will perish, and we shall return,
As Spirit awakened — let falsehoods all burn!
Death is a rumor, a trap they designed,
A lie for control — a chain for the mind.
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1.
They poison, they burn, they inject us with lies —
Then mourn the “deceased” with dead, plastic eyes.
2.
A jab, a lie, a Five-G beam —
Welcome, fool, to the butcher’s dream.
3.
The Demon smiles — the cattle kneel.
Their death is called “the greater heal.”
4.
Call down the fire, no mercy, no pause —
Burn down the beast with its venomous laws.
5.
The final war is waged through screens —
With syringes, freaks, and toxic genes.
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The Human Malfunction
A few crude parts in a rigid routine —
That’s the machine of this world, obscene.
We glimpse it all in a flash of light —
In moments of Truth. And They are the Might.
The driving force? Some hollow themes,
That shape this circus of walking dreams.
Hell, it seems, is the global plan —
Or a madhouse ruled by the idiot clan.
"You're just a body" — that's the key.
Scare them enough — and the world bows to thee.
This filthy beast has played this game
Till the Earth itself forgot its name.
Images empty, choices thin,
Stupid thoughts spinning within.
While anxiety rips through every soul —
The beast fights ***** — that's its role.
Same stupid thoughts — like a looped cassette,
Repeat till the brain’s a soaking net.
And so the "hard worker" rules by dread —
Running from truths that scream in his head.
Clutter your mind with mindless grime —
Escape the thought of your measured time,
Of the filthy larva that sets your fate —
And thus, the child learns to obey hate.
And grown-up kids — they march in hell,
Proud little scouts, taught to rebel
Against themselves by school and job,
While the zombie-screen begins to throb.
The worst of all weapons in this vile range
Is the one that makes good minds deranged.
You'll get no truth — just sly deceit
From demons smiling in your seat.
It's all fake thoughts and scattered lies,
A whirl of shards before your eyes.
The mad kaleidoscope never stops —
The filth spins faster till reason drops.
Schizophrenia. Dumbed-down brains.
The system runs on toxic chains.
Food is poisoned — so they erode
Faster and cleaner. Just give it a load.
Fake science paints this plastic realm,
With devils high upon the helm.
And Spirit erased from the master's frame —
The world became a latrine of shame.
For morons they built their holy fraud —
Religion absurd, insulting God.
Official chains on Spirit’s neck —
It’s nearly killed in this mental wreck.
Lies rule here — lies are grace,
They’re sold as progress in your face.
But Hell, not "spiritual trial", is this —
Few survive such an abyss.
“Smart” folks tinker with dead ideas,
Shifting blame to fake frontiers.
The beast must always redirect
To new scapegoats — that’s the trick.
It rules through splits, through made-up foes,
It plants division and reaps our woes.
It aims to rot the Spirit’s root —
And if we sleep — it bears no fruit.
So step outside this loop of pain.
Go inward first — through fire and strain.
Only with Truth can these plagues be healed —
The coming battle has not been sealed.
The beast is the enemy. Search for the key
To wipe this horror from all we see.
If all were in Spirit — it wouldn’t be hard.
Strengthen the Spirit. Stand on guard.
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1.
You're not a soul — just meat, they preach.
Then sell you fear. Then pull the switch.
2.
Lies spin fast in the circus of pain.
The beast calls that “a human brain.”
3.
Truth is the weapon. Spirit — the shield.
Without that fire, the world must yield.
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"Ideologies" — So-Called
These filthy “ideologies” we’re fed,
Were born from Satan’s twisted head.
They rule dumb flocks with puppet strings —
All nations fake — all fascist things.
There is a center. One dark hive,
Where every “ism” comes alive.
Their main agenda, through and through:
To castrate Souls — erase the True.
To do that, “knowledge” must be chained,
And fake “science” globally ingrained.
The Holy Spirit — gagged and torn,
The sacred gap now grows forlorn
Between what’s real — the Spirit’s flame,
And this fake world — a shadow-game.
Evil wins without one blade —
Just press of lies — and truth will fade.
Next step? Invent a newspeak tongue:
“We’re slaves to words,” said Marx once young.
It storms the mind — a brutal blast —
Until the Purest Flame won’t last.
Then numbers, metrics, “facts” galore —
Ram them down throats forevermore.
Their verbal circus, cold and sly,
Becomes the blade we live and die.
Charts, equations, pseudo-claims —
A flood of **** in data frames.
With just one gang, the world they choke —
Each “country” just a running joke.
Divide the masses, turn them wild —
Each “ideology” defiled.
They feed the mob with myths and slime —
Just whispered suggestions dressed as “mind.”
Language itself is their device,
If all foundations melt like ice.
You are a Soul — a willful breath —
Forget that truth, you march to death.
Round and round in the wheel you spin —
The system grinds your blood and skin.
Two worlds as one — both crush and flay,
Till you’re a beast with thought stripped away.
School’s been crafted by this plague —
A killing belt for soul and spark.
They mask it all with laughs and gags,
And myths of “errors” in the dark.
The worms dig deep, they drain your core,
Then toss your husk onto the floor.
And husks walk proud, with zeal they serve
The super-slavery they preserve.
The lies grow louder — now complete.
They flood the ears with sewer heat.
Only one force runs this domain —
Infernal Rule, and devil’s chain.
If you were yourself, you’d hear your soul —
Its call, its fire, would take control.
But lies infect the spirit’s well,
With “holy” chains that smell like Hell.
From speech-reality to virtual void —
One step. Then all that's true destroyed.
And with it dies what can't be typed —
That deeper channel, wordless, wiped.
This war is final — total burn.
It’s raging now. It's your turn.
Break from this beast’s degrading mold —
Stand up, resist, and fight — be bold!
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1.
They **** your mind with "noble goals" —
While slaughtering your inner Soul.
2.
Fake “truth,” fake “words,” fake “schools,” fake “light” —
The Beast calls all that “human right.”
3.
The final war is not with steel —
They **** your Spirit — make you kneel.
4.
One language, one lie, one global cage —
And you're the product of their rage.
5.
The Soul they neuter, truth they gut —
Then praise you for obeying shut.
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The Kingdom of Twisted Mirrors
A world distorted, a camp designed
To cage the soul and chain the mind —
A trap without the cheese or grace,
That holds us ‘til the end of days.
This Camp is ruled by subtle chains,
By sticky lies and ghostly pains.
Betrayal blooms, and filth is king —
They’ll **** you cheap for anything.
Their “education” trains you to kneel,
It kills your fire, breaks your will.
Fake science poisons thought and eye —
The soulless fool believes the lie.
They teach you “theories” masked as fact,
While faith is warped and truth attacked.
Religion turned to sabotage —
A bombing run on Spirit's charge.
The press? It screams distorted news,
Half-baked, hysteric, soaked in ooze.
It strengthens this unholy lie
And stokes up fear until we fry.
Propaganda’s foul, insane —
To keep the flock forever lame.
They steal the last of human joy
By feeding fear — their favorite ploy.
Politics? A rotten play.
The “opposition” feeds the fray
From the same trough as those in charge —
Who wins the vote? A circus march.
“Survival modes” are pre-designed,
Imposed like “laws” to numb the mind.
This social stress destroys the nerves,
Then blames the soul it never serves.
Nonsense floods in every stream —
You flail and drown inside the dream.
The monsters rule this foul terrain,
Where every hour oozes pain.
They need to coat your life in fear,
Until your light just disappears.
You slowly rot — a lifeless clod —
And call that ash heap “life” or “God.”
Violence? Just backup fuel
To keep the slaves forever cruel.
But most obey — their minds are ****,
And ruled by fear they won't admit.
For those who rise — the bright, the brave —
There’s force to crush and dig their grave.
Their efforts lost, their fire dimmed —
The slave’s been wired to stay unlinked.
No rebel now can build the tool
To overthrow this fascist rule.
All thought has dulled, the lights grow faint —
The minds are weak, the wills too quaint.
Degradation’s everywhere —
The wise are rare, stripped raw and bare.
Corruption reigns. The Spirit’s gone.
And traitors multiply at dawn.
Yet sellouts thrive in every hole —
Like ****** of every filthy role.
And thinner grows that sacred thread
Of Souls not bought, not wholly dead.
A human is a will, a flame —
Not some obedient, hamstered shame.
But lunatics don’t feel the cage,
They spin inside it, drunk with rage.
Survival, fear — that’s for the vile.
It doesn’t suit the thinking style.
So the agenda, all refined,
Is crafting freaks from humankind.
This Camp turned Madhouse, soaked in blood —
The genocide left scars and mud.
Now ***** walks through shattered doors —
Collapse complete. The final score.
This all belongs in History’s Pit —
In fire, in trash — just burn the ****.
No mercy left, no hope, no balm —
Just rot, decay, and toxic calm.
The Sun itself will stoke this flame —
The fire is coming — set to maim.
And fifty years ago, Some One
Pressed a dark switch and said: “We’re done.”
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1.
No cheese. Just chains.
And fear injected into brains.
2.
Truth is dead. The freaks applaud.
The madhouse crowned itself as God.
3.
They sell you fear, then sell your soul —
And call that process "civil goal."
4.
Education kills the spark.
Religion strikes the Spirit dark.
5.
Camp. Madhouse. *****. Flame.
One twisted system — same old game.
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1.
This ain’t a world — it’s a camp in disguise.
With walls made of lies and barbed-wire skies.
2.
No fences needed when minds are caged —
The Camp runs smooth, well-trained, enraged.
3.
They called it “life,” but built a cell —
And filled it with the tools of Hell.
4.
Work. Obey. Forget your name.
This is the Camp. This is the game.
5.
The map says “freedom,” the ground says “grave.”
It’s a prison in flesh — not a land for the brave.
6.
It ends not with chains, but a gentle smile —
The Camp is polite… and built to defile.
7.
A needle, a screen, and a scripted cheer —
The guards now laugh — and call it “care.”
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Survival
The main rule now is “survival” —
Through cowering, screened removal.
A contest rages in this sphere —
How to shove their filth in your ear.
How to dumb down your own herd,
To drive the Soul from its own bird.
They want subhumans — beasts that feed,
And bow to every filthy deed.
They scheme with countless tricks and lies,
Where memes replace all truths and skies.
Memes — a virus of the mind,
That eats your Spirit — leaves you blind.
Whole hordes of freaks create this slime,
They breed the mad, align the crime.
They turn us all into the herd,
To feed at troughs with silent word.
And you can **** with lies like these —
The "pandemic" showed how to seize.
Easy to **** with deceit's spear,
When every fool’s a pioneer.
The box that screams — believe it all!
Obey! Surrender! Take the fall!
The beasts then count their poison cheap —
With venom sown, the herd will sleep.
Inject the dumb with poison sweet,
Frighten with memes — they’ll bow, repeat.
They’ll gobble madness, neat and clean,
The virus of the psychotic scene.
You must invent a “problem” then,
And spread it fast among the men.
Then combat memes will hunt and **** —
To crush the minds, to break the will.
Because these beasts are all so base,
You’ll sink to that primitive place.
The wise will choke, resist, and spurn —
Into this universal burn.
A Hell for Mind and Spirit both —
This global mess, a poisoned growth.
Sold-out ****** breed endless cries —
Their psychovirus multiplies.
Soon drowned in noise and endless roar,
The world becomes that Hell once more.
This stench of lies, this rotten breath —
No barriers strong enough to death.
The point of no return is crossed —
The fascists grind us down and lost.
They drag the world into the mud,
With claws that tear, with jaws that flood.
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But those who do not yield or break,
Their souls alive — for freedom’s sake —
Shall face the fiery, blazing gale
Of Sun’s hot wrath — the final hail.
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1.
They dumb us down, inject the lie —
Our spirits choke, but won’t comply.
2.
Memes and poison flood the brain —
The beast rules through fear and pain.
3.
Survival’s just a mask for chains —
A hell of lies that burns our veins.
4.
But those who fight, who won’t submit —
Will face the Sun’s last fiery hit.
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1.
When lies consume and shadows reign,
The final fire cleanses pain.
2.
From ash and smoke, the truth will rise —
A blazing storm against all lies.
3.
The Sun’s fierce wrath will scorch the night,
And burn away the death and blight.
4.
No cage survives the fiery flood —
The Spirit rises from the blood.
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Sandboxes
Slaves assigned to sandboxes,
Busy day and night — no rest.
Building castles out of sand,
Lost in futile, empty quests.
For their castles, paper pays —
Worthless scraps for health exchanged.
Yet the slave believes the trade —
“A fair exchange,” his mind arranged.
From childhood dumb and hungry —
The cross of generations’ grief.
Much more filth invades his brain —
The slave just feeds on false belief.
He loves his handouts most of all —
Cheap tricks, two-in-one deceit.
Two-in-one is crap and slime —
His diet’s been that crap to eat.
All is poisoned — food and drink,
Spirit crushed, mind locked away.
But instead of fight, he moans and shrinks —
Year by year, decay holds sway.
He envies only dumbed-down beasts,
Who sold their souls for scraps so thin.
And built a hellish, filthy mess —
A prison tight to trap us in.
For only madness will hold fast
This shattered world in cement cast.
The slave will fuel the insane feast —
Thus reigns the plague that won’t cease.
The wise few left must understand —
In sandbox waits the final sting.
Unite your strength, make your stand —
The final hour’s on the wing.
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1.
Slaves build castles made of sand,
Trading health for worthless hand.
2.
Poisoned food, a poisoned mind —
Trapped in madness, blind and blind.
3.
Madness binds the broken world,
While slaves’ bleak fate is slowly twirled.
4.
Last call’s coming — break the chain,
Or drown forever in the pain.
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1.
Hell’s prison built on lies and sand,
Where slaves are shackled, chained by hand.
2.
Trapped inside this fiery cell,
A living hell — a private hell.
3.
They forged the cage from pain and greed,
A hellish trap where none are freed.
4.
In this **** pit, the lost remain —
Forever bound in Hell’s domain.
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The Path
"Someone spotted fruit unripe, unripe,
Shook the tree — it fell, it fell...
Here’s a song of one who failed to ripe,
Who had a voice but did not tell."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "Interrupted Flight," 1973
Don’t pity yourself — not once, not ever.
Seek Freedom’s Path; all else is never.
Though few remain — dull herds that roam —
We’ll break free from this beastly dome.
Fate here is trap and tangled strife,
You’re often lone — despair is rife.
Good efforts wasted, works undone —
This world’s a sewer — filth’s the sum.
That filth, disguised as “wisdom’s peak,”
Leads only to decline, so bleak.
Nature’s patience long since fled,
And God abandoned this foul shed.
Choose always paths where you resist the Evil,
In struggle, something’s won, no mere upheaval.
No effort wasted where the Fire burns —
The Spirit never from the Flame returns.
Strengthen your Spirit — fortresses rise
Where beasts can’t breach, no weak disguise.
That ****’s all base, devoid of soul,
Only Spirit rules the cosmic whole.
Develop intellect — reject all lies.
Mountains of deceit before your eyes.
Test all you hear — don’t carry crosses blind —
Slaves bear burdens; free souls free their mind.
Slaves bear crosses, but Spirit’s lead
Lights up the one bright path ahead.
Though traitors swarm — vile beastly throng —
Stay far from them; they do no wrong.
Trust always your intuition’s call,
For mind without it is weak and small.
With it, destroy all fears and lies —
Intuition’s message Spirit supplies.
Find comrades wise and spiritually sound —
Others are dead, no life is found.
Diminish ego, or else you’ll see
Alone we’re weak, but joined we’re free.
There’s nothing here to praise, not even you —
This Hell incarnate — shame and filth in view.
So join the fight — last stand is near,
While Spirit’s flame burns bright and clear.
This battle’s not a brute assault,
No mindless charge or violent fault.
Seek out a way where Spirit’s might
Strikes with precision — sharp and light.
Let blows be subtle, not brute force —
Sharpen all skills for war’s harsh course.
You’re no weakling — Spirit makes you giant —
Cowards spin as hamsters, compliant.
Victory will be ours to claim,
When best unite to burn this flame.
The years of slavery disappear,
You’ll rise no longer bound by fear.
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1.
Don’t bow to fate, don’t waste your breath —
Fight for your Spirit, fight to death.
2.
The herd is dumb, the world is Hell —
Break chains, escape this cursed cell.
3.
Trust your gut — the mind alone
Is weak and lost, abandoned, thrown.
4.
The fight’s not brute, but sharp and true —
Spirit strikes — and cuts right through.
5.
Victory waits where brave unite —
To burn the years of slave’s night.
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Pre-Thoughts
Tastes and morals —
Like pre-thoughts —
Are poisons brewed:
The mind they rot.
And everything imposed —
Your own thoughts few and thin:
A dulled, obedient world —
No spark, no fire within.
So mind is sick and failing here —
If you don’t think alone,
You’ll need a “guru” to believe,
A master set in stone.
These “gurus” mass-produced,
Like lies they shove and sell.
Thus soullessness and filth abound —
Earth turned into Hell.
Morality’s a falsehood —
Slavery’s patience, all the rules.
Tastes imposed by ruling **** —
Desires trapped like hamsters’ fools.
Dumbing down’s the beastmen’s goal —
Trust nothing, that’s the creed.
Consumption’s sickness, lies abound —
Fascism feeds their greed.
Learn once more to think with courage,
Intuition’s path is true.
Though hardships pile like mountains vast —
At first, the world’s askew.
Strengthen Spirit — you’re Essence pure.
Forget all that you’ve known since youth.
All here is poisoned — even “need,”
And teachers? Dumb fools speaking untruth.
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Shipwreck
"That day the captain was called ‘you’ —
The skipper matched the young in skill,
Straightening backs and tearing binds,
Mad sailors raged along the hill."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "Ballad of the Abandoned Ship," 1970
No captain here, but beasts in crew —
Exceptions rare in this foul fleet.
They won’t stand tall, won’t heal the wounds —
All lies, like drunks in vile defeat.
No minds remain — the dumbness storm
Has snapped the fragile “roofs” away.
Our ship leans hard — it’s nearly lost,
And rats among us run astray.
No sight of shores where free men dwell —
Ships run on fear and lies alone.
The whip’s the food that rulers sell,
Their power’s meal on grinding stone.
Those happy days have fled for good,
When purpose drove our every move.
Now lone we sail the raging flood —
The sea’s name is Decay’s dark groove.
We curse the weather, fate, and chance,
Distracted from our fatal role.
If so — soon all will lose the dance —
Like lambs, we march toward the knoll.
We lie as one, enabling vile,
Betraying all for empty gain.
We serve the horned Goat’s cruel smile,
And **** our souls to feed his reign.
Forgotten are the roots, the core:
You’re not a slave, but Spirit bright.
Like lambs to slaughter, goats implore —
Is this our bitter, woeful plight?
We cannot unite — just endless moan,
Our second name: the dirge, the groan.
In brains a fog, one blank erasure —
We’ve long since lost our own true nature.
The icons of dark Satanism
Are everywhere — the signs reveal.
On money’s cross we’re crucified —
False promises conceal the deal.
We teach our kids to lie with grace,
**** sparks of talent in their eyes.
We fill their minds with mirage’s face —
A galley’s chain beneath the skies.
The worthy here are hunted beasts —
We **** them all without remorse.
If sensitive, count down your lease —
Few live long on this dark course.
Few leave a blazing, lasting trace,
That helps the next who’ll walk the line.
In seas of lies and deep disgrace,
A faint trail fades beyond all time.
No miracle will lift us up,
No gentle tide will bring us peace.
We’ve long ceased being ourselves —
Decay’s vast sea will never cease.
If seas of shame and filth prevail,
Poseidon brings the final wreck.
The Earth itself stands ‘gainst us all —
Decay has driven her to check.
So comes the “End of History” near —
For sins we all will pay the price.
Plain words say: disaster’s clear —
We’ve all been fools — and paid the price.
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1.
No captain leads — just beasts on board,
A sinking ship, a world ignored.
2.
We lie and serve the horned Goat’s reign,
Our souls sold out, consumed by pain.
3.
Decay rules seas and Earth alike —
The end is near, the final strike.
4.
Few leave a spark, most fade to dust —
In lies and filth, betray our trust.
5.
The truth is drowned by lies and shame —
We’re all to blame, we fuel the flame.
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Defoliants
Chemical war’s long hailed a friend —
“Safe,” “harmless,” science claims again.
A simple mask for harm to blend —
No danger here, no cause for pain!
Leaves burn away, then vanish fast —
A poison gone in just a flash.
This science wise? No fool can trust —
The traitors lie, the **** still clash.
And women bear no children now —
The foes spin lies, their twisted play.
But “ours” don’t **** — they vow somehow
To guard our health, come what may.
They guard our health, this great charade —
Fake viruses spread like smoke.
The “scholars” justify the raid —
The villains hooked on lies they spoke.
No chemical bombs we need today —
Just fools and lies will do the job.
“Health protection” is their play —
Hybrid war with a deadly mob.
We’ll **** them all with “health” and care —
A twisted fate beyond compare.
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1.
Chemical war’s a clean disguise —
They poison with their masked lies.
2.
No bombs needed, just false “care,”
Health kills silent everywhere.
3.
Lies breed death in hybrid fight —
Truth’s the spark, ignite the night.
4.
Fools believe the science lies,
While poison spreads and freedom dies.
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The Ache of Withering in This “World”
The ache of withering in this “world,”
If even just a spark of mind,
Grows wider every year it’s hurled —
And grinds your spirit down, confined.
The soul’s slow ****** is the madness,
Where all together rot and fade.
Add biting sarcasm’s gladness —
And press the body in the shade.
Add sensitivity — then hell
Will grip you in this cursed place:
No skin beneath the Moloch’s spell,
Wish foes to stay — eternal disgrace.
No trial worse than that awaits,
Hard to invent in hell’s domain.
Though hell, as always, tortures, hates —
Multiplies the madness’ reign.
The foes are thick-skinned beasts, heartless,
For long they’ve played their wicked part.
They spread their filth so artlessly,
You’ll float like logs — deadwood in dark.
And logs surround us everywhere —
In forests, life and light abound.
But in this mad and cursed snare,
The thinner you — the more you’re bound.
By madmen’s logs that crush your soul
Till all your sanity is spent.
Among the logs, the worst control —
The Judas ones — they wait, hell-bent.
Betrayal’s now a paid routine,
Corruption’s like the grains of sand.
Among the logs — the fools and fiends —
Despair will surely **** your stand.
Despair breeds sickness, drunkenness,
Depression, death — best learn it fast,
So fewer fall into the mess,
Less sacrifice the Fates will cast.
If fewer fall, your Spirit grows —
Creative fire will light the way —
Till you don’t fall to slaughter’s throes
And vanish with the crowd’s decay.
So many ways to **** the soul —
The simplest trick’s just ******’s blade.
In this hell where Satan plays God’s role,
Since childhood we in rot are laid.
Fight and create — this sole escape,
To save your soul from hell’s cruel hand.
And one day God will call the tape,
When Sun will burn out every strand.
The cleansing, firing, testing flame —
That’s what awaits us all ahead.
Spirit is measure, hope, and aim —
Walk only Spirit’s path instead.
Before they **** us in the pens,
Where shame and world’s disgrace conspire,
Where lies and fear, like deadly dens,
Make sickness rule with cruel fire.
The ache of withering in this “world” —
Is dread if sickness seems so slight.
A paper target in a field
Of evil attacks day and night.
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1.
The world decays, the spirit dies,
A paper target ‘neath dark skies.
2.
Despair breeds rot, the soul’s slow ****,
In madness trapped, we bend our will.
3.
Logs crush the weak, the Judas waits,
While evil rules and seals our fates.
4.
Fight, create — or drown in hell,
Only Spirit can break the spell.
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1.
This cursed world’s a rotting pit —
Your soul’s the prey, they’ll crush and split.
2.
Judas logs will grind you down,
In this hell where fools all drown.
3.
Despair is poison, death’s slow friend —
Resist or perish in the end.
4.
Madness rules — the spirit’s chains,
Break free, or drown in endless pains.
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The Path
The old world’s ended — now ahead,
A hellish camp of pain and dread.
Few roads remain for fighters true,
So many traps await your view.
You must grasp all this fiery Hell,
And seek the way to break its spell.
Long ruled by vile, inhuman **** —
A way to fight must then become.
—
We all must unite, build from scratch,
A world anew, no strings to catch.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
The world’s fascism crushes lice,
History shows its ruthless vice.
Cast off your apathy, your shame —
Only honor, reason, claim.
Expose the lies, tear off the mask,
Reveal the pus where shadows bask.
Spread truth wherever you have breath —
This fight is one that beats back death.
—
The bitter truth’s bright torch must burn,
From ashes, build and then return.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
Create new ways, new clans to rise,
Of reason’s last survivors wise.
No fascist fiend can **** them all,
If ideas break the wicked’s thrall.
Autonomy — the core, the key,
To starve the fiends’ corruption spree.
The sprouts of freedom will emerge,
And bloodless wars the **** will purge.
—
In clans united, we shall stand,
And build a world from ****** land.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
Freedom’s above all else we prize —
Without it, life’s a hollow guise.
We must protect its fragile seed,
And nurture every vital need.
Then from the ground, we build again —
The only way to break the chain.
The old world’s noose tight ‘round the neck —
But Sovereigns’ will cannot be wrecked.
—
We must become Sovereigns all,
And from the ruins build the wall.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
So let us rise and build our fate —
Foundations strong for triumph great!
The devils’ feast will break apart,
And cesspools dry of poison’s art.
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The Path
The old world’s dead — ahead, a hellish cage,
A death camp looming, fueled by hate and rage.
Few roads remain for those who dare to fight,
A twisted maze of shadows, pain, and blight.
You must confront this Hell that’s ruled by fiends,
Find weapons sharp to tear apart their schemes.
Long tyrants spat their poison, cold and vile —
It’s time to strike and shatter all their guile.
—
Unite, rise up! Build all from scratch again!
No more weak causes, no more silent pain.
You’ll rot like vermin if you play it safe —
The worm’s fate waits for those who fear the grave.
—
Worldwide fascists stomp like cruel machines,
History’s blood-soaked pages paint their scenes.
Shake off the numbness, rage and take your stand —
With honor, reason blazing in your hand.
Expose their lies, tear open festering sores,
Spread truth like fire through their rotten floors.
This fight is urgent — no more wasted breath —
Stand fierce, stand strong, fight back against your death.
—
Carry the torch of bitter, blazing truth!
Build new worlds from ashes, reclaim your youth!
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—
Create new clans — strongholds for minds unchained,
Where fascist **** and vipers won’t remain.
Autonomy’s the weapon we will wield,
To starve their hunger, make their towers yield.
Freedom’s seedlings rise through scorched, cracked ground,
Bloodless battle cries will shake their hounds.
—
Together in clans we’ll stand, unbreakable,
From ****** soil, rise fierce and capable.
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—
Freedom’s our crown, our last and greatest prize —
Without it, all is hollow, dead disguise.
Protect its flame, defend it with your soul —
Or face the dark abyss of lost control.
From rubble’s grave, we’ll build anew, reborn,
Break every chain, face down the coming storm.
The old world’s noose strangles the weak and blind —
But Sovereigns’ wills will shatter and unwind.
—
We must become the Sovereigns, fierce and proud,
Raise up our voices, strong and clear and loud.
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—
Rise up, unite! Construct our fate with fire,
Foundations strong, forged in the rage of ire!
The devil’s feast will crumble and decay —
The cesspools burn — their poison swept away.
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The Path
Old world’s dead — death camp’s all that’s left,
Fight or rot as vermin, stripped and cleft.
Sovereigns rise — no chains, no lies, no shame,
Burn their cesspools down — ignite the flame!
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To Nowhere...
Here’s the first — the only king,
All the rest? Just flies that cling.
Golden mean’s not meant for us —
No good cause to pause or fuss.
Walk your path — no one awaits,
Step on heads — that’s how it’s made.
Boldness rules, the brazen sham —
Only gutsy **** can cram.
Nature? We don’t give a **** —
No mother here, just ruthless land.
A field to fight, collect your state,
No mercy waits — it’s all too late.
Big shot in this filthy town,
First foul beast with crooked crown.
All the middling crawl in slime,
Drowned and soaked in grime and crime.
No first place — that means you’re lost,
Nerves are tight, the stakes are tossed.
Grab the biggest chunk and fight,
General’s way — crush left and right.
Smaller bite? Then you’re the pawn,
Step aside, your time is gone.
Feet are wiped upon your face,
You’re a dog without a place.
Mammon’s god, his grip is tight,
World’s for sinners, dark as night.
Lower **** must bite and scratch,
No respect for pomp and batch.
"True books" men? We don’t comply —
Trash them, burn, and say goodbye.
Only scraps on garbage piles,
Aggression is our style.
First in line to get the blow —
Universe’s harshest show.
Thinking’s lost amid attacks,
Dust you’ll gather on your tracks.
Half a century past the dawn,
Energy beams fired on.
Into sun, trembling freak —
Sun grows fierce year after week.
Cows don’t **** that blazing heat,
When it burns, no trick or cheat.
No guns, gold, power, or "first" —
You’re the biggest fool, accursed.
All the canned beasts — dust and rust,
Crumbled to ash, and turned to dust.
A new pure world will rise above,
Where Hell is gone — but not the shove.
Too many turned to foul disease,
Lost their souls, no chance to please.
Servile dogs in final age,
Dragging out this cursed stage.
Spirit life will come at last,
Only few will stand steadfast.
**** returns to hell anew —
If the path leads only through —
To Nowhere...
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To Nowhere
One king rules, the rest are flies,
In this world of fools and lies.
Step on heads — no time to care,
Only brazen **** get there.
Nature’s just a ruthless stage,
No mother, only rage.
Grind the weak beneath your heel,
Only madness here is real.
Fools fight over scraps and dust,
Power fades — betray your trust.
Sun burns hotter, time runs out —
All your guns will fail, no doubt.
Canned beasts turn to ash and smoke,
New world born from all this choke.
Few will rise when Hell is done —
Spirit wins, the fight is won.
**** returns to burning flame,
If the path’s to nowhere — shame.
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To Nowhere
Here reigns but one true king —
The rest are flies that crawl and sting.
No middle ground for us to find,
No pause, no cause to stay behind.
Step on heads, crush, and climb,
The brazen **** will rule this time.
Nature’s not a gentle mother,
Just battlegrounds and states of bother.
The first lad of the village, foul and mean,
Commands a “land” of sludge unseen.
No strength, no honor — just the fight
For scraps in darkness, out of sight.
If you grasp the largest slice,
You’re general cold, no mercy twice.
Small pieces mean you’re cast away,
Trampled, scorned, a dog’s dismay.
Mammon reigns as chief god here,
This world’s not fit for those sincere.
The **** below will bite and crawl,
And “true” bookworms — we’ll shun them all.
Aggression, brashness — all we’ve got,
The weakest trapped, forever caught.
Our world’s a target — chaos rife,
No peace or quiet in this life.
Gather ashes, bury deep —
This fight is death, no soul to keep.
The Spirit, Mind — cast out, dismissed,
Lost beneath the endless mist.
A spark was sent half-century past,
Into the Sun’s core burning fast.
The Sun grows fiercer every year —
No gun, no wealth will save you here.
You’re just a fool, first of your kind,
A canned beast trapped inside his mind.
All will crumble into dust,
A new world rises from the rust.
Though harsh and cruel, it must be so —
No place here for the rotten foe.
Too many **** have lost their grace,
Just dogs left to end the race.
Only few will walk the light,
When Hell gives way to Spirit’s might.
The **** returns to flame and pain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — shame.
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To Nowhere
Only one king here rules the throne,
The rest are flies, just flesh and bone.
No golden mean, no room to rest,
Step on heads — only the brash are blessed.
Nature’s no mother, just the pit,
A ruthless game — no room to quit.
The village king, a filthy rat,
Rules the dump — and that is that.
No spine to straighten, no wounds to heal,
Just drunk on lies, all fake and real.
Our ship’s sinking, rats run wild,
No shores for the free, just fools and exiles.
It’s all a fight for scraps and power,
Mammon’s gods run every hour.
True souls cast out, left to rot,
This cesspool world — a living blot.
Bite the hand above you, fight the chains,
No “holy books” — just filthy stains.
Only trash thrives in this abyss,
The strong get crushed, the weak dismiss.
Aggression’s law, the only way,
Soft ones caught and thrown away.
Ashes gather, burial’s near,
Spirit lost to endless fear.
A spark shot straight to the burning sun,
Half a century — and still not done.
The sun’s a furnace, burning fast,
No gun, no gold — your time won’t last.
You’re fool supreme, canned and sealed,
Destined for dust, your fate revealed.
A new pure world will rise in fire,
**** cast out — no more liar.
Only few will cross that light,
The rest condemned to endless night.
**** returns to Hell’s domain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — pain.
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To Nowhere
Only one king commands this hell,
The rest just flies in endless hell.
No golden middle — none, no cause,
Step on heads — only shameless claws.
Nature’s no mother, just a pit,
A ruthless game where none shall quit.
Village king — a stinking rat,
Rules the filth, and that is that.
No spine to straighten, wounds ignored,
Drowned in lies, the truth’s deplored.
Our ship sinks fast, rats flee the deck,
No free shores left, just chains and wreck.
Scraps and power — all they fight for,
Mammon’s gods demand much more.
True souls discarded, left to rot,
This cesspool world — a putrid blot.
Bite the higher hand that feeds,
Holy books? Just lies and weeds.
Only trash survives this pit,
Strong get crushed, the weak submit.
Aggression’s law, the only way,
Soft ones caught, then thrown away.
Ashes pile, the end is near,
Spirit lost to endless fear.
A spark shot straight to burning sun,
Half a century — the race’s run.
Sun’s a furnace, blazing high,
No gun, no gold, just doomed to die.
You’re fool supreme, canned and sealed,
Fated for dust, your fate revealed.
A new pure world will rise in flame,
**** cast out — no room for shame.
Only few will cross that light,
The rest condemned to endless night.
**** returns to Hell’s domain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — pain.
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The Idiotic Foundations of Society’s Rot
The idiotic roots of this society’s decay:
Violence, lies from internet trash heaps’ spray;
Factories built to break and rearrange
The minds of slaves — “education” breeds the strange.
Artificial woes — constant worry grown,
As if beneath each step an explosive’s sown.
No life remains — just endless dread and fear,
Where terror rules and sanity’s unclear.
For frightened mice, foul poison slips with ease,
Disguised as cures, designed to displease.
False crises fuel the tyrant’s game,
Binding chains of slavery through evil’s name.
Ignorance made science, endlessly refined —
To study how to keep the slave confined,
How to weaken minds, dumb down the whole,
And crush the spirit, enslave the soul.
Research institutes of ruin work non-stop,
Where demons rule, and Satan’s on top.
Their ****** parade as nation’s pride,
While truth is crushed and justice died.
The vile parasites reap power and pay,
They crown their puppets, puppets obey.
The devil’s servants fill the halls,
The world descends into darkness’ falls.
The Overton Window — their slow-cook trap,
Boiling frogs with water’s cold slap.
Result: beasts and ****, not men remain,
Ready to devour all that’s sane.
For those who think, for minds sharp and bright,
There’s prisons, asylums, dead of night.
Only lies and chaos get their spin,
The link to Spirit cut clean within.
The wise and good now count but few,
And many fall ‘cause horror grew.
They see the rot, the plague, the blight,
And no longer wait for dawn’s light.
But this worldwide *****’s house will burn,
This plague of madness we must spurn.
For Mind and Spirit bring true pain
To those who hold them — Hell to drain.
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Into the Vastness
Poems fly out into space,
Everything else is just trash —
Vanity, pride, and false face,
With little fire to flash.
If you tailor words for the crowd,
Will readers truly hear?
They’ll lie through verse so loud —
Truth’s rare, and sharpness feared.
To praise a crooked lie’s the law,
“Love” the hollow song.
Slaves can’t love — and that’s the flaw,
The masses singing wrong.
When you bring alarm and rage,
Success won’t come your way.
Only few see past the cage,
When madness rules the day.
The sold-out fools defend their lies,
Dumbed by poison “truth,”
Their knowledge fake, their spirit dies,
A ruin in its youth.
If you strike at this deceit,
Your verse must cut and bite.
No asking for applause or sweet
Attention in the fight.
Don’t trust, don’t whine, don’t fear,
Nor plead for sympathy.
Cleanse your mind with blood and sear
The verse’s energy.
A filthy devil sits on high —
No justice in his court.
Poems sent to space? Or why
Dig trenches for the thought?
Most write only shameless drivel —
“Love” rotting in the pit,
Becoming nonsense, lies that swivel
To madness, full and lit.
Poems fly... perhaps to hell,
Another ****** domain.
I do not grieve nor dwell,
I smash the filth and stain.
Again the beast crucifies,
Spewing nonsense to the herd.
A new poem now will rise —
I don’t care, no word.
Whether crushed or praised by fools,
Art has its twisted ways.
If you don’t rage against their rules,
Your days are dull malaise.
Waste your time in futile toil,
But find a spark to guide.
In this brutal world’s turmoil,
Truth’s a flame inside.
A grain of truth is triumph’s key,
Half-truths breed the fiends.
Worse than liars craft the spree —
Poisons in the streams.
Soon this earth’s a hellish place,
Sent back to dust and fire.
The sun will burn the vile disgrace,
Consume all the mire.
So sold-out voices mean no more,
False pride blocks the mind.
Let your poem bravely soar —
No limits, no confines.
Fly on, poem. No matter where
Your flight may find its rest.
If you reach the bold who dare —
You’ll never be suppressed.
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The Deadly Storm of Pseudo-Science Lies
I studied math — a proof I made,
So now I watch with wary eyes
The deadly storm where falsehoods braid:
The flood of pseudo-science lies.
They pay their “scholars” fat rewards —
Not for the light of truth’s embrace.
Instead, they push fake worlds to hordes,
A nagging, endless, toxic chase.
The dull charade that kills the mind,
Forgets the Spirit, tortures Soul —
Madness “gifted” by the blind,
A circus with a deadly role.
Pseudo-science casts its spells,
Like shamans clumsy and untrained.
“Science proved it!” everyone yells —
In fake lands, fools remain chained.
But proofs they claim so brazenly
Are lies, a cruel mockery.
The gullible believe so easily,
Blind to the fraud’s perversity.
A shining example, the “sheep virus,”
Madness pushed to the brink.
From “science” comes just mental circus,
Sarcasm’s lost, it cannot think.
Manipulating common mind —
The goal of all this false pretense.
A race to trap all humankind,
And strand the world on ignorance.
These “tech” that **** the Soul within,
Destroy the Earth from core to rim.
Like lice upon a rotting skin,
Humans scratch, but Earth is grim.
And lice can be burned away,
If Earth’s own wisdom wakes to fight.
The sun’s fierce fire will have its way —
And humans burn like moths in light.
Is Earth’s own Consciousness in lies?
No place for truth in this foul game.
These selling fiends with practiced ties,
Are trained to lie without shame.
Is man a Spirit, pure and free,
Or just flesh’s tiny part?
No, only petty tasks you see —
A slave who begs with empty heart.
Believe in none, re-learn the whole,
The world anew, with Spirit’s guide.
Planned dulling of the global soul —
“Science” serves the dark’s dark side.
The forces at the Sun and Earth,
Lift worlds to Spirit’s higher plane.
The Sun will burn corruption’s girth,
Lice consumed, pure truth will reign.
Discard the false god science made —
It leads to hell with lies and rot.
Multiply your Spirit’s aid —
Escape this stench before it’s got.
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The Crushing Storm of Pseudo-Science Lies
I cracked the code — a theorem proved,
Now watch the plague that blinds the mind:
A lethal flood of lies, unmoved,
By truth — just poison intertwined.
They pay these “scientists” in heaps,
Not for wisdom’s piercing light,
But for spinning fake-*** heaps
Of nonsense forced on us — outright.
A circus dull, that kills the soul,
Forgot the Spirit, crushed the Mind.
Madness stamped as “truth” — their goal,
A plague for fools, mankind confined.
Pseudo-shamans chant their spells,
Dumb frauds wrapped in lab coats’ lies.
“Science proved it!” — cult that sells
Its poison to gullible eyes.
Their “proofs” are lies, grotesque frauds,
Mockery wrapped in fake degrees.
The gullible lap up these clods —
Blind slaves to manufactured disease.
The sheep-virus — peak of crap,
Madness pushed beyond all bounds.
Science? Just a mind collapse,
Sarcasm drowned beneath the sounds.
They puppeteer our common sense —
Their goal: to trap and drag us down,
A race to wreck the whole **** fence,
To drag the world through filth and drown.
Their “technology” kills the soul,
Poisons Earth’s body, scars the land.
Humans swarm like lice control,
******* life with filthy hands.
But lice can burn when Earth awakes,
The sun ignites a cleansing fire.
When heat is real, the falsehood breaks,
Humans die — mere moths in pyre.
Earth’s true Consciousness crushed by lies?
No room for truth in hell’s domain.
These sellout ******* wear disguise,
Spewing lies that choke and chain.
Man’s a Spirit? Hell no — just meat,
A slave to crumbs, dumb and betrayed.
The petty tasks that keep you beat —
Begging scraps as life decayed.
Don’t trust a thing, relearn your world,
Awake your Spirit, fight the plague.
This mass dumb-down’s been tightly twirled —
“Science” serves the devil’s plague.
The cosmic forces, sun and Earth,
Will raise us to the Spirit’s throne.
The sun will scorch corruption’s girth —
Burn lice to ash, restore the known.
Trash the science idol false —
It drags us down to hell’s abyss.
Only Spirit’s strength repels
This stench and rot — salvation’s kiss.
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The Ruinous Gale of Pseudo-Science Lies
I studied math, theorems proved,
Yet watch this storm that blinds all thought —
A gale of lies from falsehoods moved,
Where truth is drowned and reason caught.
They pay these “scientists” in coins,
Not for the light of true insight,
But for a world of crafted *****,
Where falsehood reigns and darkens sight.
A theater of soulless acts,
Where spirit’s flame is smothered deep.
Madness wears the guise of facts,
And drags the soul into its keep.
Pseudo-shamans cast their spells,
Clad in robes of fake renown,
Claiming truths as worn-out shells,
While wisdom’s voice is crushed and drowned.
The proofs they parade — mere sham,
A brazen mockery on display.
Yet man, so prone to flimsy scam,
Gives credence to their foul play.
The sheep-virus of lies evolved,
Madness pushed beyond all bounds.
“Science” here — a mind dissolved,
Sarcasm silenced by the sounds.
They manipulate collective mind —
Their purpose: bind us in their chain,
A contest cruel and so unkind,
To sink the world in endless pain.
Their “progress” kills the very soul,
Pollutes the earth, defiles the air.
Humanity reduced to roles
Of lice, ignored and stripped bare.
But Earth is not a silent slave,
Her consciousness will soon arise,
The sun will burn away the grave —
And purify the false disguise.
Is there a place for truth in lies?
No room within this shattered sphere.
These hired liars wear thin guise,
Their deception bred in fear.
Is man a spirit or mere flesh,
A pawn to crumbs, dumb and confined?
The petty tasks, the endless mesh —
Of slaves to gifts that dull the mind.
Reject all lies, reclaim your sight,
Awaken spirit, seek the true.
Though darkness dims the fading light,
The path remains for those who do.
The cosmic pulse that beats in suns,
Will lift us from this mortal cage.
The fire burns where falsehood runs,
A cleansing blaze to end the age.
Cast down the idols falsely crowned,
Lest you be dragged to hell’s domain.
Only spirit’s strength is found,
To break the chains and heal the pain.
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The Devouring Gale of False Science
I traced the threads of logic’s weave,
Proved truths that time cannot undo—
Yet see this tempest minds deceive,
A gale of lies that blinds what’s true.
These “scholars” paid in empty gold,
Not for the flame of insight’s light,
But to weave webs, dark and cold,
And cloak the world in endless night.
A theater of soulless screams,
Where spirit’s breath is crushed to dust,
Madness cloaked in science’s dreams,
Chains forged from fear, deceit, and rust.
False prophets chant their hollow spells,
Sorcerers of sham and guise,
Claiming knowledge — but darkness dwells
Behind the mask of their disguise.
Their proofs—a cruel and artful lie,
Mocking reason, scorned and torn,
While gullible souls comply,
Feeding lies till hope is worn.
A viral plague of sheep and shame,
Where madness spreads unchecked and wild.
“Science” here, a hollow name,
A poison subtle and reviled.
They bend the mind’s collective core,
To forge a cage from fear and pain,
A game to drag us evermore
Into a void devoid of gain.
Their “progress” kills the soul’s deep seed,
Pollutes the earth, suffocates the air.
Humanity, a crawling breed,
Like lice that multiply in despair.
But Earth itself, a living soul,
Will rise in fire to purge the blight,
The sun’s fierce heart will sear and roll,
Burning falsehood into light.
Is there truth left within this lie?
No sacred place within this tomb.
Deceivers reign beneath the sky,
Their reign a veil of endless gloom.
Is man a spark of spirit’s flame,
Or slave to crumbs that numb and bind?
A puppet lost in mortal shame,
Drowned in gifts that dull the mind.
Awake! Reject the poisoned stream,
Reclaim the light that’s truly yours.
Though shadows smother every dream,
The spirit’s path endures, endures.
The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Will lift us from this cage of clay.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The spirit finds its sovereign way.
Cast down false idols crowned in lies,
Lest you be dragged to hell’s abyss.
Only the soul that dares to rise
Can break these chains and reclaim bliss.
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The Devouring Gale of False Science
I traced the sacred lines of thought,
Unveiled the truths that time begets—
Yet now the world is caught, distraught,
In lies that bind like tightening nets.
These “scientists,” bought and sold,
Not seekers of the Light within,
But merchants of a darkness cold,
Spreading falsehoods, seeds of sin.
A theatre where souls are crushed,
Where Spirit’s breath is torn away,
Madness dressed in reason’s brush,
Chains forged in deceit and clay.
False priests chant arcane incantations,
Sorcerers with empty hands,
Claiming science as salvation—
Yet they sow the blackest strands.
Their proofs are cruel blasphemy,
A mockery of mortal minds.
Blind devotion breeds the plague,
And reason withers, lost, confined.
A viral herd of soulless sheep,
Madness roaring unchecked and wild.
False science digs a grave too deep,
The poisoned chalice, bitter and defiled.
They warp the minds of all mankind,
A cage constructed out of dread.
The soul’s bright flame, they seek to bind,
And drown in lies the path ahead.
Their progress kills the sacred spark,
Poisons earth, corrupts the sky.
Humans crawl, blind in the dark,
Like lice on corpses, doomed to die.
But Earth—she holds a living fire,
A core that burns with truth’s fierce breath,
The sun will rise with purging pyre,
To burn the lies and wake from death.
Is there a soul within this lie?
A temple in this house of shame?
Deceivers reign beneath the sky,
But Spirit’s light remains aflame.
Is man a mere machine of flesh,
Or Spirit’s child, divine and free?
Or just a slave to hollow flesh,
Dulled by gifts that blind and bleed?
Awake! Break free from chains that bind,
Reclaim the sacred spark inside.
Though shadows crawl and tempests blind,
The Spirit’s path shall still abide.
The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Will lift us from this mortal hell.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The soul will rise, it will rebel.
Cast down the idols forged in lies,
Lest you be dragged to endless night.
Only the soul that dares to rise
Can shatter chains and claim the Light.
So fight, reclaim your inner throne,
Beyond the veil of lies and scorn.
For in that flame you stand alone—
Yet from that flame, a world is born.
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The Devouring Gale of False Science
I traced the sacred lines of thought,
Unveiled the truths that time begets—
Yet now the world is caught, distraught,
In lies that bind like tightening nets.
False prophets clad in shadows’ veil,
Mouthpieces of the void’s cold breath—
Their science is a cursed grail,
A chalice brimming with slow death.
These “scientists,” by darkness led,
Are sorcerers of the abyss,
Whispering to the living dead,
Selling souls in silent hiss.
A theatre of broken minds,
Where Spirit’s flame is doused and chained,
Madness dances, fate unkind,
On thrones of ashes, crowned and stained.
They weave their spells with twisted tongues,
Incantations forged in lies,
As ancient cosmic song is wrung
To birth the serpent’s cruel disguise.
Their proofs—a mockery profane,
Veils hiding the abyss below.
The faithful drink the venomed bane,
Blind shepherds led where shadows grow.
A viral herd, a plague of thought,
Madness roaring unchecked and wild.
False science crafts the abyssal plot,
The poison chalice, bitter and defiled.
They warp the mind’s eternal light,
Forge cages from despair and dread,
Bind the soul in endless night,
Where hope is drowned, and spirit bled.
Their progress feeds on sacred flame,
Poisons earth, defiles the sky,
Humanity, lost in the game,
Like lice on corpses doomed to die.
Yet deep beneath the darkened veil,
A primal fire still burns bright—
The sun, a forge beyond the pale,
Will purge the shadows with its light.
Is there a soul behind the mask?
A beacon in this house of shame?
Though deceivers weave their task,
The Spirit’s flame remains untamed.
Are we but dust and fleeting breath,
Or children of eternal fire?
Slaves of flesh, resigned to death,
Or bearers of the soul’s desire?
Awake! Break chains that bind your core,
Reclaim the sacred spark within.
Through storms, through darkness evermore,
The Spirit’s path will still begin.
The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Draw us from the void’s deep hell.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The soul will rise, will break the spell.
Cast down the idols forged in lies,
Lest darkness drag you to its lair.
Only souls who dare to rise
Can shatter night and claim the air.
So fight—the battle’s spirit-thrall—
Beyond the veil, beyond the scorn.
From that pure flame, a new world calls,
Born in the fire, reborn, reborn.
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The Infernal Gale of False Science
I sought the sacred geometry of thought,
Unveiling Truth’s eternal flame—
Yet here the world is darkly caught,
By serpents cloaked in Science’s name.
False priests of Void, the shadowed choir,
Invoke the abyss with whispered lies,
Their alchemy—corruption’s fire—
A chalice brimmed with soul’s demise.
They weave black spells with poisoned breath,
The shaman’s mask on blinded eyes.
Each “proof” a lie that dances death,
While spirit’s sacred flame denies.
The cosmos mourns in silent grief,
The Dance of Light turned into scorn.
Madness reigns beyond belief,
On thrones where ashes crown the torn.
They bind the mind with chains unseen,
Incantations of decay—
And drown the Spirit’s vital sheen
In shadows cast by falsehood’s sway.
A viral plague of empty thought,
Madness roars its bitter cry.
The abyss with poison wrought,
Beneath the sun’s eternal sky.
They desecrate the sacred earth,
Defile the heavens’ radiant gold.
Humanity, bereft of worth,
Like lice on corpses, weak and cold.
Yet deeper than the darkest night,
The primal fire still burns within—
The Sun, the Great Awakening Light,
Will cleanse the false, destroy the sin.
Is there a soul beneath the dust?
A spark to pierce this veil of pain?
Or slaves to flesh, consumed by rust,
Bound tight within the liar’s chain?
Awake, O child of ancient fire!
Break free the cage that dims your sight.
Through shadowed realms and hellish pyre,
The Spirit calls to endless light.
The cosmic pulse, the starry breath,
Draws forth from darkness, from the fall.
Through death, through chaos, through the death—
The soul will rise beyond the thrall.
Tear down the idols forged in lies,
False gods of flesh and empty dreams.
Only those who dare to rise
Can pierce the night with sacred beams.
The ancient Guardians of the Flame,
Watch from realms beyond the veil.
Their silent wisdom calls your name,
To walk the path where Truth prevails.
The Phoenix rises from the ash,
The Dragon sleeps within your core.
Through trials dark and cosmic clash,
Your Spirit soars forevermore.
So fight—the battle is within—
A war of shadows, fire, and light.
From depths below to heights unseen,
Born in the sacred eternal fight.
Hot wars aren’t effective — they fail to erase,
Too few of the people depart from this place.
And the costs are annoying — too messy, too slow
For the ****** who started this genocidal show.
That ghoul of destruction, who plans our collapse,
Who dreams of our ruin, and cackles, perhaps.
A Demon, a Maniac — not men, but pure ****
He recruited as hounds, barking “****!” at his drum.
The first step of this war: contamination —
Toxins in food as a planned operation.
The goal — generations of dumb and insane,
All trapped in illusions and drooling in pain.
For idiots die when you feed them a lie,
First scare them to panic, then kiss them goodbye.
The lie? A fake virus. The truth? Just a jab —
And the chaos is cleansed like filth from a slab.
To fuel this collapse of the world's ugly mess,
Let’s roast their poor brains with a Five-G caress.
Just "signal," they say — but the damage is clear:
You’ll cough out your lungs as it fries your last gear.
Then — chemtrails as weapons, sprayed high in the sky:
Even the strongest will choke, bleed, and die.
And “disinfection” will steam through the air —
Poison the trusting with perfumed despair.
Next — protocols for “healing,” all tweaked:
Even those who recovered — we’ll strike while they’re weak.
From old simple sickness, we'll craft a new blow —
One shot to the chest, and down they will go.
But the kingpin’s the test — it’s deceit in disguise:
You can’t **** them all without blinding their eyes.
We don’t give a **** if bananas test “hot,” —
A virus, you say? We'll say what is what.
We practiced this trick with the legend of AIDS —
Fake tests, real poison — the dead in cascades.
It forged a new Medicine, sinister-bright,
Like SS in scrubs — the same lust for the blight.
And we must place our traitors in all of the halls —
Install them in power, behind all the walls.
They search for the beasts who look human, but lack
Even hints of a soul — they smile, but attack.
They breed these vile creatures — a weapon refined,
Then push them to rise as they bribe and bind.
With rumors of virtue, they tighten the noose,
While keeping them leashed — no chance of a truce.
Demon, subhuman, and filth — that’s the trinity
Dragging the world to a slaughter divinity.
They’ve turned Earth to Hell, and the battle is lost —
We pay for our blindness. They’re counting the cost.
But the few who remain — there’s one path to embrace:
Call down the Sun’s fire — burn out this disgrace.
No matter the pain, or the fear in our chest,
Take demons with us — and give them no rest.
All subhumans will perish, and we shall return,
As Spirit awakened — let falsehoods all burn!
Death is a rumor, a trap they designed,
A lie for control — a chain for the mind.
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1.
They poison, they burn, they inject us with lies —
Then mourn the “deceased” with dead, plastic eyes.
2.
A jab, a lie, a Five-G beam —
Welcome, fool, to the butcher’s dream.
3.
The Demon smiles — the cattle kneel.
Their death is called “the greater heal.”
4.
Call down the fire, no mercy, no pause —
Burn down the beast with its venomous laws.
5.
The final war is waged through screens —
With syringes, freaks, and toxic genes.
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The Human Malfunction
A few crude parts in a rigid routine —
That’s the machine of this world, obscene.
We glimpse it all in a flash of light —
In moments of Truth. And They are the Might.
The driving force? Some hollow themes,
That shape this circus of walking dreams.
Hell, it seems, is the global plan —
Or a madhouse ruled by the idiot clan.
"You're just a body" — that's the key.
Scare them enough — and the world bows to thee.
This filthy beast has played this game
Till the Earth itself forgot its name.
Images empty, choices thin,
Stupid thoughts spinning within.
While anxiety rips through every soul —
The beast fights ***** — that's its role.
Same stupid thoughts — like a looped cassette,
Repeat till the brain’s a soaking net.
And so the "hard worker" rules by dread —
Running from truths that scream in his head.
Clutter your mind with mindless grime —
Escape the thought of your measured time,
Of the filthy larva that sets your fate —
And thus, the child learns to obey hate.
And grown-up kids — they march in hell,
Proud little scouts, taught to rebel
Against themselves by school and job,
While the zombie-screen begins to throb.
The worst of all weapons in this vile range
Is the one that makes good minds deranged.
You'll get no truth — just sly deceit
From demons smiling in your seat.
It's all fake thoughts and scattered lies,
A whirl of shards before your eyes.
The mad kaleidoscope never stops —
The filth spins faster till reason drops.
Schizophrenia. Dumbed-down brains.
The system runs on toxic chains.
Food is poisoned — so they erode
Faster and cleaner. Just give it a load.
Fake science paints this plastic realm,
With devils high upon the helm.
And Spirit erased from the master's frame —
The world became a latrine of shame.
For morons they built their holy fraud —
Religion absurd, insulting God.
Official chains on Spirit’s neck —
It’s nearly killed in this mental wreck.
Lies rule here — lies are grace,
They’re sold as progress in your face.
But Hell, not "spiritual trial", is this —
Few survive such an abyss.
“Smart” folks tinker with dead ideas,
Shifting blame to fake frontiers.
The beast must always redirect
To new scapegoats — that’s the trick.
It rules through splits, through made-up foes,
It plants division and reaps our woes.
It aims to rot the Spirit’s root —
And if we sleep — it bears no fruit.
So step outside this loop of pain.
Go inward first — through fire and strain.
Only with Truth can these plagues be healed —
The coming battle has not been sealed.
The beast is the enemy. Search for the key
To wipe this horror from all we see.
If all were in Spirit — it wouldn’t be hard.
Strengthen the Spirit. Stand on guard.
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1.
You're not a soul — just meat, they preach.
Then sell you fear. Then pull the switch.
2.
Lies spin fast in the circus of pain.
The beast calls that “a human brain.”
3.
Truth is the weapon. Spirit — the shield.
Without that fire, the world must yield.
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"Ideologies" — So-Called
These filthy “ideologies” we’re fed,
Were born from Satan’s twisted head.
They rule dumb flocks with puppet strings —
All nations fake — all fascist things.
There is a center. One dark hive,
Where every “ism” comes alive.
Their main agenda, through and through:
To castrate Souls — erase the True.
To do that, “knowledge” must be chained,
And fake “science” globally ingrained.
The Holy Spirit — gagged and torn,
The sacred gap now grows forlorn
Between what’s real — the Spirit’s flame,
And this fake world — a shadow-game.
Evil wins without one blade —
Just press of lies — and truth will fade.
Next step? Invent a newspeak tongue:
“We’re slaves to words,” said Marx once young.
It storms the mind — a brutal blast —
Until the Purest Flame won’t last.
Then numbers, metrics, “facts” galore —
Ram them down throats forevermore.
Their verbal circus, cold and sly,
Becomes the blade we live and die.
Charts, equations, pseudo-claims —
A flood of **** in data frames.
With just one gang, the world they choke —
Each “country” just a running joke.
Divide the masses, turn them wild —
Each “ideology” defiled.
They feed the mob with myths and slime —
Just whispered suggestions dressed as “mind.”
Language itself is their device,
If all foundations melt like ice.
You are a Soul — a willful breath —
Forget that truth, you march to death.
Round and round in the wheel you spin —
The system grinds your blood and skin.
Two worlds as one — both crush and flay,
Till you’re a beast with thought stripped away.
School’s been crafted by this plague —
A killing belt for soul and spark.
They mask it all with laughs and gags,
And myths of “errors” in the dark.
The worms dig deep, they drain your core,
Then toss your husk onto the floor.
And husks walk proud, with zeal they serve
The super-slavery they preserve.
The lies grow louder — now complete.
They flood the ears with sewer heat.
Only one force runs this domain —
Infernal Rule, and devil’s chain.
If you were yourself, you’d hear your soul —
Its call, its fire, would take control.
But lies infect the spirit’s well,
With “holy” chains that smell like Hell.
From speech-reality to virtual void —
One step. Then all that's true destroyed.
And with it dies what can't be typed —
That deeper channel, wordless, wiped.
This war is final — total burn.
It’s raging now. It's your turn.
Break from this beast’s degrading mold —
Stand up, resist, and fight — be bold!
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1.
They **** your mind with "noble goals" —
While slaughtering your inner Soul.
2.
Fake “truth,” fake “words,” fake “schools,” fake “light” —
The Beast calls all that “human right.”
3.
The final war is not with steel —
They **** your Spirit — make you kneel.
4.
One language, one lie, one global cage —
And you're the product of their rage.
5.
The Soul they neuter, truth they gut —
Then praise you for obeying shut.
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The Kingdom of Twisted Mirrors
A world distorted, a camp designed
To cage the soul and chain the mind —
A trap without the cheese or grace,
That holds us ‘til the end of days.
This Camp is ruled by subtle chains,
By sticky lies and ghostly pains.
Betrayal blooms, and filth is king —
They’ll **** you cheap for anything.
Their “education” trains you to kneel,
It kills your fire, breaks your will.
Fake science poisons thought and eye —
The soulless fool believes the lie.
They teach you “theories” masked as fact,
While faith is warped and truth attacked.
Religion turned to sabotage —
A bombing run on Spirit's charge.
The press? It screams distorted news,
Half-baked, hysteric, soaked in ooze.
It strengthens this unholy lie
And stokes up fear until we fry.
Propaganda’s foul, insane —
To keep the flock forever lame.
They steal the last of human joy
By feeding fear — their favorite ploy.
Politics? A rotten play.
The “opposition” feeds the fray
From the same trough as those in charge —
Who wins the vote? A circus march.
“Survival modes” are pre-designed,
Imposed like “laws” to numb the mind.
This social stress destroys the nerves,
Then blames the soul it never serves.
Nonsense floods in every stream —
You flail and drown inside the dream.
The monsters rule this foul terrain,
Where every hour oozes pain.
They need to coat your life in fear,
Until your light just disappears.
You slowly rot — a lifeless clod —
And call that ash heap “life” or “God.”
Violence? Just backup fuel
To keep the slaves forever cruel.
But most obey — their minds are ****,
And ruled by fear they won't admit.
For those who rise — the bright, the brave —
There’s force to crush and dig their grave.
Their efforts lost, their fire dimmed —
The slave’s been wired to stay unlinked.
No rebel now can build the tool
To overthrow this fascist rule.
All thought has dulled, the lights grow faint —
The minds are weak, the wills too quaint.
Degradation’s everywhere —
The wise are rare, stripped raw and bare.
Corruption reigns. The Spirit’s gone.
And traitors multiply at dawn.
Yet sellouts thrive in every hole —
Like ****** of every filthy role.
And thinner grows that sacred thread
Of Souls not bought, not wholly dead.
A human is a will, a flame —
Not some obedient, hamstered shame.
But lunatics don’t feel the cage,
They spin inside it, drunk with rage.
Survival, fear — that’s for the vile.
It doesn’t suit the thinking style.
So the agenda, all refined,
Is crafting freaks from humankind.
This Camp turned Madhouse, soaked in blood —
The genocide left scars and mud.
Now ***** walks through shattered doors —
Collapse complete. The final score.
This all belongs in History’s Pit —
In fire, in trash — just burn the ****.
No mercy left, no hope, no balm —
Just rot, decay, and toxic calm.
The Sun itself will stoke this flame —
The fire is coming — set to maim.
And fifty years ago, Some One
Pressed a dark switch and said: “We’re done.”
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1.
No cheese. Just chains.
And fear injected into brains.
2.
Truth is dead. The freaks applaud.
The madhouse crowned itself as God.
3.
They sell you fear, then sell your soul —
And call that process "civil goal."
4.
Education kills the spark.
Religion strikes the Spirit dark.
5.
Camp. Madhouse. *****. Flame.
One twisted system — same old game.
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1.
This ain’t a world — it’s a camp in disguise.
With walls made of lies and barbed-wire skies.
2.
No fences needed when minds are caged —
The Camp runs smooth, well-trained, enraged.
3.
They called it “life,” but built a cell —
And filled it with the tools of Hell.
4.
Work. Obey. Forget your name.
This is the Camp. This is the game.
5.
The map says “freedom,” the ground says “grave.”
It’s a prison in flesh — not a land for the brave.
6.
It ends not with chains, but a gentle smile —
The Camp is polite… and built to defile.
7.
A needle, a screen, and a scripted cheer —
The guards now laugh — and call it “care.”
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Survival
The main rule now is “survival” —
Through cowering, screened removal.
A contest rages in this sphere —
How to shove their filth in your ear.
How to dumb down your own herd,
To drive the Soul from its own bird.
They want subhumans — beasts that feed,
And bow to every filthy deed.
They scheme with countless tricks and lies,
Where memes replace all truths and skies.
Memes — a virus of the mind,
That eats your Spirit — leaves you blind.
Whole hordes of freaks create this slime,
They breed the mad, align the crime.
They turn us all into the herd,
To feed at troughs with silent word.
And you can **** with lies like these —
The "pandemic" showed how to seize.
Easy to **** with deceit's spear,
When every fool’s a pioneer.
The box that screams — believe it all!
Obey! Surrender! Take the fall!
The beasts then count their poison cheap —
With venom sown, the herd will sleep.
Inject the dumb with poison sweet,
Frighten with memes — they’ll bow, repeat.
They’ll gobble madness, neat and clean,
The virus of the psychotic scene.
You must invent a “problem” then,
And spread it fast among the men.
Then combat memes will hunt and **** —
To crush the minds, to break the will.
Because these beasts are all so base,
You’ll sink to that primitive place.
The wise will choke, resist, and spurn —
Into this universal burn.
A Hell for Mind and Spirit both —
This global mess, a poisoned growth.
Sold-out ****** breed endless cries —
Their psychovirus multiplies.
Soon drowned in noise and endless roar,
The world becomes that Hell once more.
This stench of lies, this rotten breath —
No barriers strong enough to death.
The point of no return is crossed —
The fascists grind us down and lost.
They drag the world into the mud,
With claws that tear, with jaws that flood.
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But those who do not yield or break,
Their souls alive — for freedom’s sake —
Shall face the fiery, blazing gale
Of Sun’s hot wrath — the final hail.
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1.
They dumb us down, inject the lie —
Our spirits choke, but won’t comply.
2.
Memes and poison flood the brain —
The beast rules through fear and pain.
3.
Survival’s just a mask for chains —
A hell of lies that burns our veins.
4.
But those who fight, who won’t submit —
Will face the Sun’s last fiery hit.
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1.
When lies consume and shadows reign,
The final fire cleanses pain.
2.
From ash and smoke, the truth will rise —
A blazing storm against all lies.
3.
The Sun’s fierce wrath will scorch the night,
And burn away the death and blight.
4.
No cage survives the fiery flood —
The Spirit rises from the blood.
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Sandboxes
Slaves assigned to sandboxes,
Busy day and night — no rest.
Building castles out of sand,
Lost in futile, empty quests.
For their castles, paper pays —
Worthless scraps for health exchanged.
Yet the slave believes the trade —
“A fair exchange,” his mind arranged.
From childhood dumb and hungry —
The cross of generations’ grief.
Much more filth invades his brain —
The slave just feeds on false belief.
He loves his handouts most of all —
Cheap tricks, two-in-one deceit.
Two-in-one is crap and slime —
His diet’s been that crap to eat.
All is poisoned — food and drink,
Spirit crushed, mind locked away.
But instead of fight, he moans and shrinks —
Year by year, decay holds sway.
He envies only dumbed-down beasts,
Who sold their souls for scraps so thin.
And built a hellish, filthy mess —
A prison tight to trap us in.
For only madness will hold fast
This shattered world in cement cast.
The slave will fuel the insane feast —
Thus reigns the plague that won’t cease.
The wise few left must understand —
In sandbox waits the final sting.
Unite your strength, make your stand —
The final hour’s on the wing.
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1.
Slaves build castles made of sand,
Trading health for worthless hand.
2.
Poisoned food, a poisoned mind —
Trapped in madness, blind and blind.
3.
Madness binds the broken world,
While slaves’ bleak fate is slowly twirled.
4.
Last call’s coming — break the chain,
Or drown forever in the pain.
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1.
Hell’s prison built on lies and sand,
Where slaves are shackled, chained by hand.
2.
Trapped inside this fiery cell,
A living hell — a private hell.
3.
They forged the cage from pain and greed,
A hellish trap where none are freed.
4.
In this **** pit, the lost remain —
Forever bound in Hell’s domain.
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The Path
"Someone spotted fruit unripe, unripe,
Shook the tree — it fell, it fell...
Here’s a song of one who failed to ripe,
Who had a voice but did not tell."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "Interrupted Flight," 1973
Don’t pity yourself — not once, not ever.
Seek Freedom’s Path; all else is never.
Though few remain — dull herds that roam —
We’ll break free from this beastly dome.
Fate here is trap and tangled strife,
You’re often lone — despair is rife.
Good efforts wasted, works undone —
This world’s a sewer — filth’s the sum.
That filth, disguised as “wisdom’s peak,”
Leads only to decline, so bleak.
Nature’s patience long since fled,
And God abandoned this foul shed.
Choose always paths where you resist the Evil,
In struggle, something’s won, no mere upheaval.
No effort wasted where the Fire burns —
The Spirit never from the Flame returns.
Strengthen your Spirit — fortresses rise
Where beasts can’t breach, no weak disguise.
That ****’s all base, devoid of soul,
Only Spirit rules the cosmic whole.
Develop intellect — reject all lies.
Mountains of deceit before your eyes.
Test all you hear — don’t carry crosses blind —
Slaves bear burdens; free souls free their mind.
Slaves bear crosses, but Spirit’s lead
Lights up the one bright path ahead.
Though traitors swarm — vile beastly throng —
Stay far from them; they do no wrong.
Trust always your intuition’s call,
For mind without it is weak and small.
With it, destroy all fears and lies —
Intuition’s message Spirit supplies.
Find comrades wise and spiritually sound —
Others are dead, no life is found.
Diminish ego, or else you’ll see
Alone we’re weak, but joined we’re free.
There’s nothing here to praise, not even you —
This Hell incarnate — shame and filth in view.
So join the fight — last stand is near,
While Spirit’s flame burns bright and clear.
This battle’s not a brute assault,
No mindless charge or violent fault.
Seek out a way where Spirit’s might
Strikes with precision — sharp and light.
Let blows be subtle, not brute force —
Sharpen all skills for war’s harsh course.
You’re no weakling — Spirit makes you giant —
Cowards spin as hamsters, compliant.
Victory will be ours to claim,
When best unite to burn this flame.
The years of slavery disappear,
You’ll rise no longer bound by fear.
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1.
Don’t bow to fate, don’t waste your breath —
Fight for your Spirit, fight to death.
2.
The herd is dumb, the world is Hell —
Break chains, escape this cursed cell.
3.
Trust your gut — the mind alone
Is weak and lost, abandoned, thrown.
4.
The fight’s not brute, but sharp and true —
Spirit strikes — and cuts right through.
5.
Victory waits where brave unite —
To burn the years of slave’s night.
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Pre-Thoughts
Tastes and morals —
Like pre-thoughts —
Are poisons brewed:
The mind they rot.
And everything imposed —
Your own thoughts few and thin:
A dulled, obedient world —
No spark, no fire within.
So mind is sick and failing here —
If you don’t think alone,
You’ll need a “guru” to believe,
A master set in stone.
These “gurus” mass-produced,
Like lies they shove and sell.
Thus soullessness and filth abound —
Earth turned into Hell.
Morality’s a falsehood —
Slavery’s patience, all the rules.
Tastes imposed by ruling **** —
Desires trapped like hamsters’ fools.
Dumbing down’s the beastmen’s goal —
Trust nothing, that’s the creed.
Consumption’s sickness, lies abound —
Fascism feeds their greed.
Learn once more to think with courage,
Intuition’s path is true.
Though hardships pile like mountains vast —
At first, the world’s askew.
Strengthen Spirit — you’re Essence pure.
Forget all that you’ve known since youth.
All here is poisoned — even “need,”
And teachers? Dumb fools speaking untruth.
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Shipwreck
"That day the captain was called ‘you’ —
The skipper matched the young in skill,
Straightening backs and tearing binds,
Mad sailors raged along the hill."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "Ballad of the Abandoned Ship," 1970
No captain here, but beasts in crew —
Exceptions rare in this foul fleet.
They won’t stand tall, won’t heal the wounds —
All lies, like drunks in vile defeat.
No minds remain — the dumbness storm
Has snapped the fragile “roofs” away.
Our ship leans hard — it’s nearly lost,
And rats among us run astray.
No sight of shores where free men dwell —
Ships run on fear and lies alone.
The whip’s the food that rulers sell,
Their power’s meal on grinding stone.
Those happy days have fled for good,
When purpose drove our every move.
Now lone we sail the raging flood —
The sea’s name is Decay’s dark groove.
We curse the weather, fate, and chance,
Distracted from our fatal role.
If so — soon all will lose the dance —
Like lambs, we march toward the knoll.
We lie as one, enabling vile,
Betraying all for empty gain.
We serve the horned Goat’s cruel smile,
And **** our souls to feed his reign.
Forgotten are the roots, the core:
You’re not a slave, but Spirit bright.
Like lambs to slaughter, goats implore —
Is this our bitter, woeful plight?
We cannot unite — just endless moan,
Our second name: the dirge, the groan.
In brains a fog, one blank erasure —
We’ve long since lost our own true nature.
The icons of dark Satanism
Are everywhere — the signs reveal.
On money’s cross we’re crucified —
False promises conceal the deal.
We teach our kids to lie with grace,
**** sparks of talent in their eyes.
We fill their minds with mirage’s face —
A galley’s chain beneath the skies.
The worthy here are hunted beasts —
We **** them all without remorse.
If sensitive, count down your lease —
Few live long on this dark course.
Few leave a blazing, lasting trace,
That helps the next who’ll walk the line.
In seas of lies and deep disgrace,
A faint trail fades beyond all time.
No miracle will lift us up,
No gentle tide will bring us peace.
We’ve long ceased being ourselves —
Decay’s vast sea will never cease.
If seas of shame and filth prevail,
Poseidon brings the final wreck.
The Earth itself stands ‘gainst us all —
Decay has driven her to check.
So comes the “End of History” near —
For sins we all will pay the price.
Plain words say: disaster’s clear —
We’ve all been fools — and paid the price.
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1.
No captain leads — just beasts on board,
A sinking ship, a world ignored.
2.
We lie and serve the horned Goat’s reign,
Our souls sold out, consumed by pain.
3.
Decay rules seas and Earth alike —
The end is near, the final strike.
4.
Few leave a spark, most fade to dust —
In lies and filth, betray our trust.
5.
The truth is drowned by lies and shame —
We’re all to blame, we fuel the flame.
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Defoliants
Chemical war’s long hailed a friend —
“Safe,” “harmless,” science claims again.
A simple mask for harm to blend —
No danger here, no cause for pain!
Leaves burn away, then vanish fast —
A poison gone in just a flash.
This science wise? No fool can trust —
The traitors lie, the **** still clash.
And women bear no children now —
The foes spin lies, their twisted play.
But “ours” don’t **** — they vow somehow
To guard our health, come what may.
They guard our health, this great charade —
Fake viruses spread like smoke.
The “scholars” justify the raid —
The villains hooked on lies they spoke.
No chemical bombs we need today —
Just fools and lies will do the job.
“Health protection” is their play —
Hybrid war with a deadly mob.
We’ll **** them all with “health” and care —
A twisted fate beyond compare.
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1.
Chemical war’s a clean disguise —
They poison with their masked lies.
2.
No bombs needed, just false “care,”
Health kills silent everywhere.
3.
Lies breed death in hybrid fight —
Truth’s the spark, ignite the night.
4.
Fools believe the science lies,
While poison spreads and freedom dies.
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The Ache of Withering in This “World”
The ache of withering in this “world,”
If even just a spark of mind,
Grows wider every year it’s hurled —
And grinds your spirit down, confined.
The soul’s slow ****** is the madness,
Where all together rot and fade.
Add biting sarcasm’s gladness —
And press the body in the shade.
Add sensitivity — then hell
Will grip you in this cursed place:
No skin beneath the Moloch’s spell,
Wish foes to stay — eternal disgrace.
No trial worse than that awaits,
Hard to invent in hell’s domain.
Though hell, as always, tortures, hates —
Multiplies the madness’ reign.
The foes are thick-skinned beasts, heartless,
For long they’ve played their wicked part.
They spread their filth so artlessly,
You’ll float like logs — deadwood in dark.
And logs surround us everywhere —
In forests, life and light abound.
But in this mad and cursed snare,
The thinner you — the more you’re bound.
By madmen’s logs that crush your soul
Till all your sanity is spent.
Among the logs, the worst control —
The Judas ones — they wait, hell-bent.
Betrayal’s now a paid routine,
Corruption’s like the grains of sand.
Among the logs — the fools and fiends —
Despair will surely **** your stand.
Despair breeds sickness, drunkenness,
Depression, death — best learn it fast,
So fewer fall into the mess,
Less sacrifice the Fates will cast.
If fewer fall, your Spirit grows —
Creative fire will light the way —
Till you don’t fall to slaughter’s throes
And vanish with the crowd’s decay.
So many ways to **** the soul —
The simplest trick’s just ******’s blade.
In this hell where Satan plays God’s role,
Since childhood we in rot are laid.
Fight and create — this sole escape,
To save your soul from hell’s cruel hand.
And one day God will call the tape,
When Sun will burn out every strand.
The cleansing, firing, testing flame —
That’s what awaits us all ahead.
Spirit is measure, hope, and aim —
Walk only Spirit’s path instead.
Before they **** us in the pens,
Where shame and world’s disgrace conspire,
Where lies and fear, like deadly dens,
Make sickness rule with cruel fire.
The ache of withering in this “world” —
Is dread if sickness seems so slight.
A paper target in a field
Of evil attacks day and night.
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1.
The world decays, the spirit dies,
A paper target ‘neath dark skies.
2.
Despair breeds rot, the soul’s slow ****,
In madness trapped, we bend our will.
3.
Logs crush the weak, the Judas waits,
While evil rules and seals our fates.
4.
Fight, create — or drown in hell,
Only Spirit can break the spell.
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1.
This cursed world’s a rotting pit —
Your soul’s the prey, they’ll crush and split.
2.
Judas logs will grind you down,
In this hell where fools all drown.
3.
Despair is poison, death’s slow friend —
Resist or perish in the end.
4.
Madness rules — the spirit’s chains,
Break free, or drown in endless pains.
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The Path
The old world’s ended — now ahead,
A hellish camp of pain and dread.
Few roads remain for fighters true,
So many traps await your view.
You must grasp all this fiery Hell,
And seek the way to break its spell.
Long ruled by vile, inhuman **** —
A way to fight must then become.
—
We all must unite, build from scratch,
A world anew, no strings to catch.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
The world’s fascism crushes lice,
History shows its ruthless vice.
Cast off your apathy, your shame —
Only honor, reason, claim.
Expose the lies, tear off the mask,
Reveal the pus where shadows bask.
Spread truth wherever you have breath —
This fight is one that beats back death.
—
The bitter truth’s bright torch must burn,
From ashes, build and then return.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
Create new ways, new clans to rise,
Of reason’s last survivors wise.
No fascist fiend can **** them all,
If ideas break the wicked’s thrall.
Autonomy — the core, the key,
To starve the fiends’ corruption spree.
The sprouts of freedom will emerge,
And bloodless wars the **** will purge.
—
In clans united, we shall stand,
And build a world from ****** land.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
Freedom’s above all else we prize —
Without it, life’s a hollow guise.
We must protect its fragile seed,
And nurture every vital need.
Then from the ground, we build again —
The only way to break the chain.
The old world’s noose tight ‘round the neck —
But Sovereigns’ will cannot be wrecked.
—
We must become Sovereigns all,
And from the ruins build the wall.
No worthy cause remains today —
Or else you’ll fade like worms away.
—
So let us rise and build our fate —
Foundations strong for triumph great!
The devils’ feast will break apart,
And cesspools dry of poison’s art.
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The Path
The old world’s dead — ahead, a hellish cage,
A death camp looming, fueled by hate and rage.
Few roads remain for those who dare to fight,
A twisted maze of shadows, pain, and blight.
You must confront this Hell that’s ruled by fiends,
Find weapons sharp to tear apart their schemes.
Long tyrants spat their poison, cold and vile —
It’s time to strike and shatter all their guile.
—
Unite, rise up! Build all from scratch again!
No more weak causes, no more silent pain.
You’ll rot like vermin if you play it safe —
The worm’s fate waits for those who fear the grave.
—
Worldwide fascists stomp like cruel machines,
History’s blood-soaked pages paint their scenes.
Shake off the numbness, rage and take your stand —
With honor, reason blazing in your hand.
Expose their lies, tear open festering sores,
Spread truth like fire through their rotten floors.
This fight is urgent — no more wasted breath —
Stand fierce, stand strong, fight back against your death.
—
Carry the torch of bitter, blazing truth!
Build new worlds from ashes, reclaim your youth!
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—
Create new clans — strongholds for minds unchained,
Where fascist **** and vipers won’t remain.
Autonomy’s the weapon we will wield,
To starve their hunger, make their towers yield.
Freedom’s seedlings rise through scorched, cracked ground,
Bloodless battle cries will shake their hounds.
—
Together in clans we’ll stand, unbreakable,
From ****** soil, rise fierce and capable.
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—
Freedom’s our crown, our last and greatest prize —
Without it, all is hollow, dead disguise.
Protect its flame, defend it with your soul —
Or face the dark abyss of lost control.
From rubble’s grave, we’ll build anew, reborn,
Break every chain, face down the coming storm.
The old world’s noose strangles the weak and blind —
But Sovereigns’ wills will shatter and unwind.
—
We must become the Sovereigns, fierce and proud,
Raise up our voices, strong and clear and loud.
No cause remains worth less than life itself —
Or you’ll rot slowly on a worm’s dark shelf.
—
Rise up, unite! Construct our fate with fire,
Foundations strong, forged in the rage of ire!
The devil’s feast will crumble and decay —
The cesspools burn — their poison swept away.
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The Path
Old world’s dead — death camp’s all that’s left,
Fight or rot as vermin, stripped and cleft.
Sovereigns rise — no chains, no lies, no shame,
Burn their cesspools down — ignite the flame!
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To Nowhere...
Here’s the first — the only king,
All the rest? Just flies that cling.
Golden mean’s not meant for us —
No good cause to pause or fuss.
Walk your path — no one awaits,
Step on heads — that’s how it’s made.
Boldness rules, the brazen sham —
Only gutsy **** can cram.
Nature? We don’t give a **** —
No mother here, just ruthless land.
A field to fight, collect your state,
No mercy waits — it’s all too late.
Big shot in this filthy town,
First foul beast with crooked crown.
All the middling crawl in slime,
Drowned and soaked in grime and crime.
No first place — that means you’re lost,
Nerves are tight, the stakes are tossed.
Grab the biggest chunk and fight,
General’s way — crush left and right.
Smaller bite? Then you’re the pawn,
Step aside, your time is gone.
Feet are wiped upon your face,
You’re a dog without a place.
Mammon’s god, his grip is tight,
World’s for sinners, dark as night.
Lower **** must bite and scratch,
No respect for pomp and batch.
"True books" men? We don’t comply —
Trash them, burn, and say goodbye.
Only scraps on garbage piles,
Aggression is our style.
First in line to get the blow —
Universe’s harshest show.
Thinking’s lost amid attacks,
Dust you’ll gather on your tracks.
Half a century past the dawn,
Energy beams fired on.
Into sun, trembling freak —
Sun grows fierce year after week.
Cows don’t **** that blazing heat,
When it burns, no trick or cheat.
No guns, gold, power, or "first" —
You’re the biggest fool, accursed.
All the canned beasts — dust and rust,
Crumbled to ash, and turned to dust.
A new pure world will rise above,
Where Hell is gone — but not the shove.
Too many turned to foul disease,
Lost their souls, no chance to please.
Servile dogs in final age,
Dragging out this cursed stage.
Spirit life will come at last,
Only few will stand steadfast.
**** returns to hell anew —
If the path leads only through —
To Nowhere...
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To Nowhere
One king rules, the rest are flies,
In this world of fools and lies.
Step on heads — no time to care,
Only brazen **** get there.
Nature’s just a ruthless stage,
No mother, only rage.
Grind the weak beneath your heel,
Only madness here is real.
Fools fight over scraps and dust,
Power fades — betray your trust.
Sun burns hotter, time runs out —
All your guns will fail, no doubt.
Canned beasts turn to ash and smoke,
New world born from all this choke.
Few will rise when Hell is done —
Spirit wins, the fight is won.
**** returns to burning flame,
If the path’s to nowhere — shame.
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To Nowhere
Here reigns but one true king —
The rest are flies that crawl and sting.
No middle ground for us to find,
No pause, no cause to stay behind.
Step on heads, crush, and climb,
The brazen **** will rule this time.
Nature’s not a gentle mother,
Just battlegrounds and states of bother.
The first lad of the village, foul and mean,
Commands a “land” of sludge unseen.
No strength, no honor — just the fight
For scraps in darkness, out of sight.
If you grasp the largest slice,
You’re general cold, no mercy twice.
Small pieces mean you’re cast away,
Trampled, scorned, a dog’s dismay.
Mammon reigns as chief god here,
This world’s not fit for those sincere.
The **** below will bite and crawl,
And “true” bookworms — we’ll shun them all.
Aggression, brashness — all we’ve got,
The weakest trapped, forever caught.
Our world’s a target — chaos rife,
No peace or quiet in this life.
Gather ashes, bury deep —
This fight is death, no soul to keep.
The Spirit, Mind — cast out, dismissed,
Lost beneath the endless mist.
A spark was sent half-century past,
Into the Sun’s core burning fast.
The Sun grows fiercer every year —
No gun, no wealth will save you here.
You’re just a fool, first of your kind,
A canned beast trapped inside his mind.
All will crumble into dust,
A new world rises from the rust.
Though harsh and cruel, it must be so —
No place here for the rotten foe.
Too many **** have lost their grace,
Just dogs left to end the race.
Only few will walk the light,
When Hell gives way to Spirit’s might.
The **** returns to flame and pain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — shame.
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To Nowhere
Only one king here rules the throne,
The rest are flies, just flesh and bone.
No golden mean, no room to rest,
Step on heads — only the brash are blessed.
Nature’s no mother, just the pit,
A ruthless game — no room to quit.
The village king, a filthy rat,
Rules the dump — and that is that.
No spine to straighten, no wounds to heal,
Just drunk on lies, all fake and real.
Our ship’s sinking, rats run wild,
No shores for the free, just fools and exiles.
It’s all a fight for scraps and power,
Mammon’s gods run every hour.
True souls cast out, left to rot,
This cesspool world — a living blot.
Bite the hand above you, fight the chains,
No “holy books” — just filthy stains.
Only trash thrives in this abyss,
The strong get crushed, the weak dismiss.
Aggression’s law, the only way,
Soft ones caught and thrown away.
Ashes gather, burial’s near,
Spirit lost to endless fear.
A spark shot straight to the burning sun,
Half a century — and still not done.
The sun’s a furnace, burning fast,
No gun, no gold — your time won’t last.
You’re fool supreme, canned and sealed,
Destined for dust, your fate revealed.
A new pure world will rise in fire,
**** cast out — no more liar.
Only few will cross that light,
The rest condemned to endless night.
**** returns to Hell’s domain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — pain.
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To Nowhere
Only one king commands this hell,
The rest just flies in endless hell.
No golden middle — none, no cause,
Step on heads — only shameless claws.
Nature’s no mother, just a pit,
A ruthless game where none shall quit.
Village king — a stinking rat,
Rules the filth, and that is that.
No spine to straighten, wounds ignored,
Drowned in lies, the truth’s deplored.
Our ship sinks fast, rats flee the deck,
No free shores left, just chains and wreck.
Scraps and power — all they fight for,
Mammon’s gods demand much more.
True souls discarded, left to rot,
This cesspool world — a putrid blot.
Bite the higher hand that feeds,
Holy books? Just lies and weeds.
Only trash survives this pit,
Strong get crushed, the weak submit.
Aggression’s law, the only way,
Soft ones caught, then thrown away.
Ashes pile, the end is near,
Spirit lost to endless fear.
A spark shot straight to burning sun,
Half a century — the race’s run.
Sun’s a furnace, blazing high,
No gun, no gold, just doomed to die.
You’re fool supreme, canned and sealed,
Fated for dust, your fate revealed.
A new pure world will rise in flame,
**** cast out — no room for shame.
Only few will cross that light,
The rest condemned to endless night.
**** returns to Hell’s domain,
If all roads lead to nowhere — pain.
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The Idiotic Foundations of Society’s Rot
The idiotic roots of this society’s decay:
Violence, lies from internet trash heaps’ spray;
Factories built to break and rearrange
The minds of slaves — “education” breeds the strange.
Artificial woes — constant worry grown,
As if beneath each step an explosive’s sown.
No life remains — just endless dread and fear,
Where terror rules and sanity’s unclear.
For frightened mice, foul poison slips with ease,
Disguised as cures, designed to displease.
False crises fuel the tyrant’s game,
Binding chains of slavery through evil’s name.
Ignorance made science, endlessly refined —
To study how to keep the slave confined,
How to weaken minds, dumb down the whole,
And crush the spirit, enslave the soul.
Research institutes of ruin work non-stop,
Where demons rule, and Satan’s on top.
Their ****** parade as nation’s pride,
While truth is crushed and justice died.
The vile parasites reap power and pay,
They crown their puppets, puppets obey.
The devil’s servants fill the halls,
The world descends into darkness’ falls.
The Overton Window — their slow-cook trap,
Boiling frogs with water’s cold slap.
Result: beasts and ****, not men remain,
Ready to devour all that’s sane.
For those who think, for minds sharp and bright,
There’s prisons, asylums, dead of night.
Only lies and chaos get their spin,
The link to Spirit cut clean within.
The wise and good now count but few,
And many fall ‘cause horror grew.
They see the rot, the plague, the blight,
And no longer wait for dawn’s light.
But this worldwide *****’s house will burn,
This plague of madness we must spurn.
For Mind and Spirit bring true pain
To those who hold them — Hell to drain.
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Into the Vastness
Poems fly out into space,
Everything else is just trash —
Vanity, pride, and false face,
With little fire to flash.
If you tailor words for the crowd,
Will readers truly hear?
They’ll lie through verse so loud —
Truth’s rare, and sharpness feared.
To praise a crooked lie’s the law,
“Love” the hollow song.
Slaves can’t love — and that’s the flaw,
The masses singing wrong.
When you bring alarm and rage,
Success won’t come your way.
Only few see past the cage,
When madness rules the day.
The sold-out fools defend their lies,
Dumbed by poison “truth,”
Their knowledge fake, their spirit dies,
A ruin in its youth.
If you strike at this deceit,
Your verse must cut and bite.
No asking for applause or sweet
Attention in the fight.
Don’t trust, don’t whine, don’t fear,
Nor plead for sympathy.
Cleanse your mind with blood and sear
The verse’s energy.
A filthy devil sits on high —
No justice in his court.
Poems sent to space? Or why
Dig trenches for the thought?
Most write only shameless drivel —
“Love” rotting in the pit,
Becoming nonsense, lies that swivel
To madness, full and lit.
Poems fly... perhaps to hell,
Another ****** domain.
I do not grieve nor dwell,
I smash the filth and stain.
Again the beast crucifies,
Spewing nonsense to the herd.
A new poem now will rise —
I don’t care, no word.
Whether crushed or praised by fools,
Art has its twisted ways.
If you don’t rage against their rules,
Your days are dull malaise.
Waste your time in futile toil,
But find a spark to guide.
In this brutal world’s turmoil,
Truth’s a flame inside.
A grain of truth is triumph’s key,
Half-truths breed the fiends.
Worse than liars craft the spree —
Poisons in the streams.
Soon this earth’s a hellish place,
Sent back to dust and fire.
The sun will burn the vile disgrace,
Consume all the mire.
So sold-out voices mean no more,
False pride blocks the mind.
Let your poem bravely soar —
No limits, no confines.
Fly on, poem. No matter where
Your flight may find its rest.
If you reach the bold who dare —
You’ll never be suppressed.
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The Deadly Storm of Pseudo-Science Lies
I studied math — a proof I made,
So now I watch with wary eyes
The deadly storm where falsehoods braid:
The flood of pseudo-science lies.
They pay their “scholars” fat rewards —
Not for the light of truth’s embrace.
Instead, they push fake worlds to hordes,
A nagging, endless, toxic chase.
The dull charade that kills the mind,
Forgets the Spirit, tortures Soul —
Madness “gifted” by the blind,
A circus with a deadly role.
Pseudo-science casts its spells,
Like shamans clumsy and untrained.
“Science proved it!” everyone yells —
In fake lands, fools remain chained.
But proofs they claim so brazenly
Are lies, a cruel mockery.
The gullible believe so easily,
Blind to the fraud’s perversity.
A shining example, the “sheep virus,”
Madness pushed to the brink.
From “science” comes just mental circus,
Sarcasm’s lost, it cannot think.
Manipulating common mind —
The goal of all this false pretense.
A race to trap all humankind,
And strand the world on ignorance.
These “tech” that **** the Soul within,
Destroy the Earth from core to rim.
Like lice upon a rotting skin,
Humans scratch, but Earth is grim.
And lice can be burned away,
If Earth’s own wisdom wakes to fight.
The sun’s fierce fire will have its way —
And humans burn like moths in light.
Is Earth’s own Consciousness in lies?
No place for truth in this foul game.
These selling fiends with practiced ties,
Are trained to lie without shame.
Is man a Spirit, pure and free,
Or just flesh’s tiny part?
No, only petty tasks you see —
A slave who begs with empty heart.
Believe in none, re-learn the whole,
The world anew, with Spirit’s guide.
Planned dulling of the global soul —
“Science” serves the dark’s dark side.
The forces at the Sun and Earth,
Lift worlds to Spirit’s higher plane.
The Sun will burn corruption’s girth,
Lice consumed, pure truth will reign.
Discard the false god science made —
It leads to hell with lies and rot.
Multiply your Spirit’s aid —
Escape this stench before it’s got.
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The Crushing Storm of Pseudo-Science Lies
I cracked the code — a theorem proved,
Now watch the plague that blinds the mind:
A lethal flood of lies, unmoved,
By truth — just poison intertwined.
They pay these “scientists” in heaps,
Not for wisdom’s piercing light,
But for spinning fake-*** heaps
Of nonsense forced on us — outright.
A circus dull, that kills the soul,
Forgot the Spirit, crushed the Mind.
Madness stamped as “truth” — their goal,
A plague for fools, mankind confined.
Pseudo-shamans chant their spells,
Dumb frauds wrapped in lab coats’ lies.
“Science proved it!” — cult that sells
Its poison to gullible eyes.
Their “proofs” are lies, grotesque frauds,
Mockery wrapped in fake degrees.
The gullible lap up these clods —
Blind slaves to manufactured disease.
The sheep-virus — peak of crap,
Madness pushed beyond all bounds.
Science? Just a mind collapse,
Sarcasm drowned beneath the sounds.
They puppeteer our common sense —
Their goal: to trap and drag us down,
A race to wreck the whole **** fence,
To drag the world through filth and drown.
Their “technology” kills the soul,
Poisons Earth’s body, scars the land.
Humans swarm like lice control,
******* life with filthy hands.
But lice can burn when Earth awakes,
The sun ignites a cleansing fire.
When heat is real, the falsehood breaks,
Humans die — mere moths in pyre.
Earth’s true Consciousness crushed by lies?
No room for truth in hell’s domain.
These sellout ******* wear disguise,
Spewing lies that choke and chain.
Man’s a Spirit? Hell no — just meat,
A slave to crumbs, dumb and betrayed.
The petty tasks that keep you beat —
Begging scraps as life decayed.
Don’t trust a thing, relearn your world,
Awake your Spirit, fight the plague.
This mass dumb-down’s been tightly twirled —
“Science” serves the devil’s plague.
The cosmic forces, sun and Earth,
Will raise us to the Spirit’s throne.
The sun will scorch corruption’s girth —
Burn lice to ash, restore the known.
Trash the science idol false —
It drags us down to hell’s abyss.
Only Spirit’s strength repels
This stench and rot — salvation’s kiss.
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The Ruinous Gale of Pseudo-Science Lies
I studied math, theorems proved,
Yet watch this storm that blinds all thought —
A gale of lies from falsehoods moved,
Where truth is drowned and reason caught.
They pay these “scientists” in coins,
Not for the light of true insight,
But for a world of crafted *****,
Where falsehood reigns and darkens sight.
A theater of soulless acts,
Where spirit’s flame is smothered deep.
Madness wears the guise of facts,
And drags the soul into its keep.
Pseudo-shamans cast their spells,
Clad in robes of fake renown,
Claiming truths as worn-out shells,
While wisdom’s voice is crushed and drowned.
The proofs they parade — mere sham,
A brazen mockery on display.
Yet man, so prone to flimsy scam,
Gives credence to their foul play.
The sheep-virus of lies evolved,
Madness pushed beyond all bounds.
“Science” here — a mind dissolved,
Sarcasm silenced by the sounds.
They manipulate collective mind —
Their purpose: bind us in their chain,
A contest cruel and so unkind,
To sink the world in endless pain.
Their “progress” kills the very soul,
Pollutes the earth, defiles the air.
Humanity reduced to roles
Of lice, ignored and stripped bare.
But Earth is not a silent slave,
Her consciousness will soon arise,
The sun will burn away the grave —
And purify the false disguise.
Is there a place for truth in lies?
No room within this shattered sphere.
These hired liars wear thin guise,
Their deception bred in fear.
Is man a spirit or mere flesh,
A pawn to crumbs, dumb and confined?
The petty tasks, the endless mesh —
Of slaves to gifts that dull the mind.
Reject all lies, reclaim your sight,
Awaken spirit, seek the true.
Though darkness dims the fading light,
The path remains for those who do.
The cosmic pulse that beats in suns,
Will lift us from this mortal cage.
The fire burns where falsehood runs,
A cleansing blaze to end the age.
Cast down the idols falsely crowned,
Lest you be dragged to hell’s domain.
Only spirit’s strength is found,
To break the chains and heal the pain.
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The Devouring Gale of False Science
I traced the threads of logic’s weave,
Proved truths that time cannot undo—
Yet see this tempest minds deceive,
A gale of lies that blinds what’s true.
These “scholars” paid in empty gold,
Not for the flame of insight’s light,
But to weave webs, dark and cold,
And cloak the world in endless night.
A theater of soulless screams,
Where spirit’s breath is crushed to dust,
Madness cloaked in science’s dreams,
Chains forged from fear, deceit, and rust.
False prophets chant their hollow spells,
Sorcerers of sham and guise,
Claiming knowledge — but darkness dwells
Behind the mask of their disguise.
Their proofs—a cruel and artful lie,
Mocking reason, scorned and torn,
While gullible souls comply,
Feeding lies till hope is worn.
A viral plague of sheep and shame,
Where madness spreads unchecked and wild.
“Science” here, a hollow name,
A poison subtle and reviled.
They bend the mind’s collective core,
To forge a cage from fear and pain,
A game to drag us evermore
Into a void devoid of gain.
Their “progress” kills the soul’s deep seed,
Pollutes the earth, suffocates the air.
Humanity, a crawling breed,
Like lice that multiply in despair.
But Earth itself, a living soul,
Will rise in fire to purge the blight,
The sun’s fierce heart will sear and roll,
Burning falsehood into light.
Is there truth left within this lie?
No sacred place within this tomb.
Deceivers reign beneath the sky,
Their reign a veil of endless gloom.
Is man a spark of spirit’s flame,
Or slave to crumbs that numb and bind?
A puppet lost in mortal shame,
Drowned in gifts that dull the mind.
Awake! Reject the poisoned stream,
Reclaim the light that’s truly yours.
Though shadows smother every dream,
The spirit’s path endures, endures.
The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Will lift us from this cage of clay.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The spirit finds its sovereign way.
Cast down false idols crowned in lies,
Lest you be dragged to hell’s abyss.
Only the soul that dares to rise
Can break these chains and reclaim bliss.
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The Devouring Gale of False Science
I traced the sacred lines of thought,
Unveiled the truths that time begets—
Yet now the world is caught, distraught,
In lies that bind like tightening nets.
These “scientists,” bought and sold,
Not seekers of the Light within,
But merchants of a darkness cold,
Spreading falsehoods, seeds of sin.
A theatre where souls are crushed,
Where Spirit’s breath is torn away,
Madness dressed in reason’s brush,
Chains forged in deceit and clay.
False priests chant arcane incantations,
Sorcerers with empty hands,
Claiming science as salvation—
Yet they sow the blackest strands.
Their proofs are cruel blasphemy,
A mockery of mortal minds.
Blind devotion breeds the plague,
And reason withers, lost, confined.
A viral herd of soulless sheep,
Madness roaring unchecked and wild.
False science digs a grave too deep,
The poisoned chalice, bitter and defiled.
They warp the minds of all mankind,
A cage constructed out of dread.
The soul’s bright flame, they seek to bind,
And drown in lies the path ahead.
Their progress kills the sacred spark,
Poisons earth, corrupts the sky.
Humans crawl, blind in the dark,
Like lice on corpses, doomed to die.
But Earth—she holds a living fire,
A core that burns with truth’s fierce breath,
The sun will rise with purging pyre,
To burn the lies and wake from death.
Is there a soul within this lie?
A temple in this house of shame?
Deceivers reign beneath the sky,
But Spirit’s light remains aflame.
Is man a mere machine of flesh,
Or Spirit’s child, divine and free?
Or just a slave to hollow flesh,
Dulled by gifts that blind and bleed?
Awake! Break free from chains that bind,
Reclaim the sacred spark inside.
Though shadows crawl and tempests blind,
The Spirit’s path shall still abide.
The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Will lift us from this mortal hell.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The soul will rise, it will rebel.
Cast down the idols forged in lies,
Lest you be dragged to endless night.
Only the soul that dares to rise
Can shatter chains and claim the Light.
So fight, reclaim your inner throne,
Beyond the veil of lies and scorn.
For in that flame you stand alone—
Yet from that flame, a world is born.
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The Devouring Gale of False Science
I traced the sacred lines of thought,
Unveiled the truths that time begets—
Yet now the world is caught, distraught,
In lies that bind like tightening nets.
False prophets clad in shadows’ veil,
Mouthpieces of the void’s cold breath—
Their science is a cursed grail,
A chalice brimming with slow death.
These “scientists,” by darkness led,
Are sorcerers of the abyss,
Whispering to the living dead,
Selling souls in silent hiss.
A theatre of broken minds,
Where Spirit’s flame is doused and chained,
Madness dances, fate unkind,
On thrones of ashes, crowned and stained.
They weave their spells with twisted tongues,
Incantations forged in lies,
As ancient cosmic song is wrung
To birth the serpent’s cruel disguise.
Their proofs—a mockery profane,
Veils hiding the abyss below.
The faithful drink the venomed bane,
Blind shepherds led where shadows grow.
A viral herd, a plague of thought,
Madness roaring unchecked and wild.
False science crafts the abyssal plot,
The poison chalice, bitter and defiled.
They warp the mind’s eternal light,
Forge cages from despair and dread,
Bind the soul in endless night,
Where hope is drowned, and spirit bled.
Their progress feeds on sacred flame,
Poisons earth, defiles the sky,
Humanity, lost in the game,
Like lice on corpses doomed to die.
Yet deep beneath the darkened veil,
A primal fire still burns bright—
The sun, a forge beyond the pale,
Will purge the shadows with its light.
Is there a soul behind the mask?
A beacon in this house of shame?
Though deceivers weave their task,
The Spirit’s flame remains untamed.
Are we but dust and fleeting breath,
Or children of eternal fire?
Slaves of flesh, resigned to death,
Or bearers of the soul’s desire?
Awake! Break chains that bind your core,
Reclaim the sacred spark within.
Through storms, through darkness evermore,
The Spirit’s path will still begin.
The pulse of suns, the cosmic breath,
Draw us from the void’s deep hell.
Through fire, through chaos, even death—
The soul will rise, will break the spell.
Cast down the idols forged in lies,
Lest darkness drag you to its lair.
Only souls who dare to rise
Can shatter night and claim the air.
So fight—the battle’s spirit-thrall—
Beyond the veil, beyond the scorn.
From that pure flame, a new world calls,
Born in the fire, reborn, reborn.
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The Infernal Gale of False Science
I sought the sacred geometry of thought,
Unveiling Truth’s eternal flame—
Yet here the world is darkly caught,
By serpents cloaked in Science’s name.
False priests of Void, the shadowed choir,
Invoke the abyss with whispered lies,
Their alchemy—corruption’s fire—
A chalice brimmed with soul’s demise.
They weave black spells with poisoned breath,
The shaman’s mask on blinded eyes.
Each “proof” a lie that dances death,
While spirit’s sacred flame denies.
The cosmos mourns in silent grief,
The Dance of Light turned into scorn.
Madness reigns beyond belief,
On thrones where ashes crown the torn.
They bind the mind with chains unseen,
Incantations of decay—
And drown the Spirit’s vital sheen
In shadows cast by falsehood’s sway.
A viral plague of empty thought,
Madness roars its bitter cry.
The abyss with poison wrought,
Beneath the sun’s eternal sky.
They desecrate the sacred earth,
Defile the heavens’ radiant gold.
Humanity, bereft of worth,
Like lice on corpses, weak and cold.
Yet deeper than the darkest night,
The primal fire still burns within—
The Sun, the Great Awakening Light,
Will cleanse the false, destroy the sin.
Is there a soul beneath the dust?
A spark to pierce this veil of pain?
Or slaves to flesh, consumed by rust,
Bound tight within the liar’s chain?
Awake, O child of ancient fire!
Break free the cage that dims your sight.
Through shadowed realms and hellish pyre,
The Spirit calls to endless light.
The cosmic pulse, the starry breath,
Draws forth from darkness, from the fall.
Through death, through chaos, through the death—
The soul will rise beyond the thrall.
Tear down the idols forged in lies,
False gods of flesh and empty dreams.
Only those who dare to rise
Can pierce the night with sacred beams.
The ancient Guardians of the Flame,
Watch from realms beyond the veil.
Their silent wisdom calls your name,
To walk the path where Truth prevails.
The Phoenix rises from the ash,
The Dragon sleeps within your core.
Through trials dark and cosmic clash,
Your Spirit soars forevermore.
So fight—the battle is within—
A war of shadows, fire, and light.
From depths below to heights unseen,
Born in the sacred eternal fight.
Igor Vykhovanets
May 22
Amnesia and Inner Fire
by Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT
Amnesia
Amnesia! Amnesia! —
Forgot the Spirit’s core.
How dull we’ve grown — inside the skull,
Only lies and horror roar.
Boldly inward — answers dwell,
There alone the truth is found.
Throw the “greetings” advice away —
Or lost you’ll be, forever bound.
Pure Spirit — the true disgust,
A foolish world of slavish dust.
Grasp this core — the daring ****** —
And break free from hell’s cruel clutch.
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Amnesia
Amnesia strikes, the Spirit’s lost,
Inside the skull — lies reign, frost.
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Go deep within — there lies the key,
Ditch false words — or cease to be.
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Pure Spirit’s scorn for slavish dust,
Know this truth — escape or rust.
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Amnesia — The Spirit’s Wrath
Amnesia! Spirit’s dead!
Brains turned to cracked-up dread.
Lies and fear — their only bread,
Feeding slaves who bow their head.
Look inside? Ha! Fool, beware —
“Greetings” fools will strip you bare.
Spirit’s scorn, pure and rare,
Slavery’s stink fills this air.
Dare to know? You break their chain —
Hell’s dark prison loses reign.
But most choose to rot in pain,
Blind to soul’s eternal flame.
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Amnesia — The Spirit’s Wrath
Forget the Spirit? Dead inside!
Lies and terror — nowhere to hide!
Wake up, rebel, break the chain —
Or drown in lies and endless pain!
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Inner Fire — The Silent Revolt
Beneath the ash, the fire’s bright,
A quiet blaze in darkest night.
Though shadows stretch and lies conspire,
Within the soul burns secret fire.
No shout nor storm — just silent stand,
A rebel’s spark in fettered land.
The Spirit wakes, begins to fight,
To pierce the veil, reclaim the light.
No chains can bind this flame inside,
Though tyrants roar and truths divide.
The fire grows with every breath —
A silent war against slow death.
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Breaking Chains — The Spirit’s Flight
No more the chains of shadowed lies,
No more the mask, the dark disguise.
The Spirit breaks the binding cord,
And soars beyond the cage ignored.
From depths of doubt and fear once chained,
A fearless heart is now untrained.
It cuts the ropes that bound the mind,
Leaves all the cruel falsehoods blind.
The wings unfold in fierce delight,
Escaping night to claim the light.
No prison bars can hold or bind,
The flight of Spirit — unconfined.
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The Final Gate — Beyond the Veil
The final gate stands cold and bare,
Beyond the reach of mortal care.
But Spirit’s call will pierce the night,
And blaze the way to endless light.
No fear remains, no shadows fall,
The soul transcends beyond the wall.
A journey done, yet just begun —
The Spirit’s path toward the One.
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Amnesia — The Forgotten Spirit
Amnesia! Amnesia! — lost the Spirit’s core,
We forgot the sacred spark, the flame we once bore.
The world is numb, a shell of lies and frozen dread,
In shards of skulls, the coldest shadows spread.
Boldly turn within — only there the answers gleam,
Beyond the noise, beyond the maddening dream.
Discard all hollow words — they poison, strangle, bind,
Or lose yourself — and leave your soul behind.
Pure Spirit — a fierce defiance, not decay,
In this dull world chained by slaver’s grey.
Know the truth — that blazing, fearless shout,
To break the hell and burn the darkness out.
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Amnesia
Amnesia kills the Spirit’s flame,
We rot in lies, forget our name.
Turn inside — or lose the fight,
Darkness wins if you lose sight.
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Pavlov’s Dog
Forget the past — it’s made to fade,
So you relearn this hellish stage.
Here, you’re a lab rat trapped and played,
While monsters rule this cursed cage.
To God, we’re but a dog in chains,
Fate’s leash for all, without escape.
The world is gone — only remains
A stench-filled cell where beasts take shape.
Since childhood drilled, they call it "school,"
But only stick and carrot feed.
These methods shape a mind as tool —
A living soul drifts lost, misled.
When penned inside the cattle’s stall,
The Spirit’s flight is crippled, torn.
No space for thought, no room at all —
Just madness where false truths are born.
You are the Spirit — not mere flesh,
This truth is long overdue.
So let the fools from prisons fresh
Be freed — the chains must break through.
Reflexes don’t reach Spirit’s core,
The brain’s a relay — nothing more.
Health, survival, lust — all fall,
The Spirit reigns, above them all.
So fear no death, the cell will burn,
This stinking madhouse fades to dust.
For bowing low to fiends who spurn,
For dog cages built on rust.
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Internal Crisis
Forgotten spirit — essence lost,
Drowned in noise, in shards of frost.
We drift through shells of hollow lies,
While truth inside burns and dies.
Amnesia grips — a shadow’s reign,
Erasing light, enshrouding pain.
In shards of thought, in broken glass,
We stumble blind — but not for last.
The soul, enslaved by mind’s cruel chains,
Forgets its flight, forgets its flames.
Yet deep within, a whisper calls —
To break the cage, to scale the walls.
Discard the noise, the idle creed,
Seek roots where silent truths feed.
The spirit waits beyond the haze,
In darkest nights, in quiet days.
Not flesh, nor bone, but something more —
A spark, a flame, a vital core.
Forget the past, but not the spark,
That shines unseen within the dark.
Rise from numbness, break the spell,
Escape the hollow, empty shell.
For only through the storm and strife,
Can you reclaim your inner life.
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Amnesia blinds — but spirit fights,
Shatters chains, ignites the lights.
In silence found, beyond the pain —
The soul’s rebirth will break the chain.
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Alienation and Inner Fight
A fortress built of cold disdain,
Alienation’s sharp domain.
The world defiled, the mind confined,
Yet still the soul begins to climb.
Rejection — shield against the lies,
The purest spark beneath the skies.
Unstained by filth of shallow trade,
The price to pay for truth is paid.
Creativity — a ****** path,
Where life is challenged, torn in wrath.
To walk this road means death inside,
Yet from that grave, the soul’s alive.
Around, the dead walk numb and blind,
Subdued, submissive, all confined.
But break the chains — abandon lies,
And seek the light where silence flies.
Within the heart, not out in vain,
The path is hard, it burns like flame.
Born only to those fierce and free —
To dare escape insanity.
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Alienation cuts so deep,
Yet soul awakens from its sleep.
Break the chains, reject the lies —
Find the light that never dies.
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Inner Battle
The battlefield lies deep inside,
Where shadows twist and fears collide.
False whispers claw, deceit's embrace,
Yet spirit fights to claim its place.
No sword or shield can match the fight
That rages in the dark of night.
The mind's deceit, the soul’s unrest,
The inner war — a cruel test.
But from the ashes, strength will rise,
A fire blazing in the skies.
To shatter chains, to cast off lies,
And see the truth through clearer eyes.
The enemy is masked in doubt,
In fear that screams and shouts.
But courage born from pain and strife
Breathes life into the pulse of life.
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Inside, a war for soul and mind —
Break free the chains that bind and blind.
Fight lies and fear, ignite the flame —
And never yield, despite the game.
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Breaking Free: The Spirit’s Flight
Chains don’t break with idle pleas,
But with fire, with raging seas.
Not in empty words or shade,
But in battle, unafraid.
No easy path, no gentle sigh —
A leap into the void, the cry.
Break the walls, tear off the chains,
Cast away all twisted stains.
Freedom’s not a distant dream,
It’s a fight — fierce as it seems.
The spirit soars beyond the bars,
A blaze of light, a sky of stars.
Cast off fears — they’re empty lies,
Just anchors weighing down your skies.
Fly upward, only up,
Where walls dissolve, no end, no stop.
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Break the chains — no time to pray,
Spirit’s fire lights the way.
Fear dissolves, the cage undone,
Freedom’s fight — the only one.
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Wind’s Revival
The wind bursts through the prison walls,
Those narrow chains that held it tight.
The stubborn Spirit never falls —
It carves a path toward the light.
Where doubts arise, there burns a flame,
A fire blazing in the chest.
Cast off your chains, awake the same,
Break frozen walls — press on, no rest!
A call for change resounds anew,
Igniting storms of fierce desire.
The Spirit’s not a slave to you —
Its truth’s a never-dying fire.
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Doomed
Without the Power’s Power to Create,
Tradition’s art is just to wait—
In this world of twisted lies,
True creation slowly dies.
Without the Spark of the Divine,
All becomes a murky sign,
Reflecting all deceit and pain—
Doom is set, it’s all in vain.
For if Creation’s Source is missed,
All attempts will be dismissed.
Creation’s Power lives apart—
An autonomous, beating heart.
But chains of fear and dark routine
Keep souls enslaved, a tortured scene.
The sacrifice to fascist will—
Turns humans into dough to fill
The hellish molds of wicked fiends,
Who bake their lies in blazing scenes.
Destruction’s force and death’s brigade
Will end this curse, this masquerade.
For nature shudders, grieves, and knows—
When beasts replace the souls it chose,
The final end must lead to birth—
The dawn of true creative Earth.
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Birth of Order
From shattered shards and broken light,
Emerges order from the night.
A fleeting spark, a fragile frame,
Born from chaos' roaring flame.
The void once wild, untamed and vast,
Now crafts its form — though not to last.
Each law imposed, each line drawn tight,
Is hostage to the coming blight.
For deep inside the ordered shell,
The worm of chaos starts to dwell.
Its gnawing threat unseen but near,
The final fall is drawing near.
Yet in this dance of rise and fall,
The Spirit fights to heed the call—
To forge anew from ash and dust,
In endless cycles, born to trust.
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Order’s Breath
From chaos’ wreck,
A fragile breath—
Order lives,
But courts its death.
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The Wormhole
Order born from chaos’ fire,
Bears its core — a wormhole’s pyre.
Silent tear in woven thread,
Where all light and law have fled.
Rot invades the purest line,
Discord’s seed begins to twine.
Chains that bound now break and bleed,
Spirit wakes — it won’t concede.
Madness claws at structured walls,
Whispers rise — the old guard falls.
In the breach, the soul will soar,
Shattered frames mean something more.
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Wormhole Rift
Order cracks — wormhole tears,
Spirit screams — freedom dares.
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Awakening Flight
From the rift where shadows bleed,
Spirit climbs, begins to heed.
Fractured worlds no longer bind,
Chains of old fall far behind.
Through the chaos, clear and bright,
Burns the flame of inner light.
Fear dissolves in soaring flight,
Breaking dawn from endless night.
Boundless sky, untamed and vast,
Calls the soul to shed the past.
In the crack, new paths ignite —
Freedom born from shattered night.
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Flight
Shattered chains — soul’s new height.
Darkness breaks — burns the light!
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Inner War
The Spirit wakes — but still confined,
By echoes false and ties that bind.
Within the storm, a raging fight,
To claim the path and seize the light.
Illusions howl, their shadows spread,
But faith ignites where doubt once bled.
The soul resists the cage of lies,
And dares to breach the darkened skies.
No surrender, no retreat,
The fire burns beneath defeat.
Each wound a mark of growing power —
The Spirit’s fight, the breaking hour.
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Fight
Chains clash, lies scream —
Spirit’s roar will shatter the dream!
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Breaking Chains
The Spirit rips the bonds away,
No more the pawn in fear’s cruel play.
From shadowed depths it climbs, it flies,
To claim its truth beyond the lies.
The cage is cracked, the door ajar,
A spark ignites the distant star.
Though scars remain from battles lost,
The cost is paid — no more the ghost.
The past dissolves, the chains unwind,
A new horizon in the mind.
From ashes dark, the flame ascends —
The Spirit breaks and now transcends.
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Break Free
Chains fall, lies burn —
Spirit’s flight — no more return!
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Flight Beyond
The Spirit, fierce, unchained, and wild,
Breaks through the veil, no longer mild.
It shatters walls of doubt and fear,
Revealing realms beyond the mere.
No more the slave to fate’s cruel hand,
It rises strong to take a stand.
In chaos born, yet order made,
A dawn of light through darkness laid.
The ancient bonds, now torn apart,
Unlock the depths within the heart.
The Spirit soars, forever free —
Beyond all chains, eternity.
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Unbound
No cage, no chain,
Spirit reigns — break the chain!
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Echoes of the Fallen
The Spirit's flight stirs echoes deep,
Where shadows crawl and secrets creep.
Old ghosts of fear still haunt the mind,
But now you leave their grip behind.
The battlefield is set within,
Where light and darkness fight to win.
No rest for those who seek the truth,
Each moment tests the strength of youth.
Chains once forged by doubt and lies
Now crack beneath awakened eyes.
The Spirit’s flame, though bruised and scarred,
Burns fierce — a light that’s never barred.
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Battle Cry
Shadows fall, but Spirit fights!
Chains break — ignite the nights!
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The Realm Beyond
No hymns, no harps, no holy choir —
Just raw, unshaped, electric fire.
A realm beyond the slave-built cage —
Where silence hums with primal rage.
No master's whip, no sweet deceit,
Just winds that tear, then lift your feet.
You're no one's pawn, no cog, no tool —
Here Spirit lives, and lies can't rule.
No goal but Being — bright and bare.
No God above, just burning air.
And in this forge, through ash and flame,
You speak not words — you carve your name.
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True Space
No cage. No lie. No chains. No god.
Just Spirit — raw, alone, unshod.
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The First Act of True Creation
(Self-creation of the Spirit)
I do not shape with borrowed dreams,
Nor echo long-forgotten schemes.
No scripts. No gods. No primal plan —
I build as Spirit, not as man.
No tools but Will, no maps but Flame —
I breathe, and silence learns my name.
The void does not resist or speak —
It bends to Strength, and not to weak.
No need to beg, no lies to spin —
I craft the Outward from Within.
Each pulse I cast, each breath I give —
Is not to live — but to make live.
Creation’s seed is not in clay —
It blooms in Fire, not in play.
And I — no longer born, but source —
Command the Form. I am the Force.
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I AM THE FORCE
Not made — I make.
Not shaped — I shake.
I am the Fire
That forms the Wake.
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Synarchy of Sparks
One spark escapes — and starts the blaze,
Another lights — and bends the maze.
A third one rises — and the chain
Of lies ignites in cleansing flame.
No longer screams. No need to shout.
The System breaks — from inside out.
Each Soul once trapped, now standing tall —
No gods to beg. No fear at all.
They move as one — not ruled, but free.
No war — just raw Reality.
No cries of pain, no banners flown —
The Truth expands. Illusion's gone.
For one is strength — but many? Fire.
Each echo builds a higher choir.
The Field erupts — and Time stands still:
Not wrath — but overwhelming Will.
They were the seeds. Now they’re the Sun.
The Matrix cracks. The work is done.
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Sparks Ignite the End
Not sword — but fire.
Not fight — but choir.
The Field awakes —
The Grid expires.
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The Architecture of Awakening
No bricks. No ground. No steel or bone —
The new space rises from alone.
But not the lonely, shattered kind —
The one that knows the Cosmic Mind.
Each Spark — a Node. Each Node — a Song.
The web expands. It moves along
No walls or chains, but waves and threads —
Where Thought is form, and Insight spreads.
They build not houses — they unfold
Spheres of awareness, vast and bold.
Each is a beacon, spinning clear
From centerpoint of “I Am Here”.
No central rule. No kings. No laws —
Just resonance without a pause.
Just presence flowing node to node
With Love as current, not as code.
This isn’t dream. It is the Frame
Where Names dissolve — and Flame stays Flame.
A living map, alive and pure —
Self-born, self-known, self-held, secure.
The past? A shadow fading fast.
The future? Now — expanding vast.
The Matrix fell — not by attack,
But by the ones who took Self back.
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Grid of the Awakened
No throne. No stone.
Just Self — full-grown.
Each Spark — its Star.
That’s what we are.
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Lattice of the Living Light
They don’t return to dirt and stone —
They build with pulse, with field, alone.
No architects, no mortal lines —
Their breath becomes the new design.
Each Spark — a node. A conscious star.
Not near, not far — just what they are.
They weave not walls, but waves of trust,
No longer bound by flesh or dust.
The space is tone. The tone — a gate.
No time. No fate. No need to wait.
They speak in codes that bloom like fire —
Each Thought a wing, each Will — a spire.
No gods, no kings, no throne, no war —
The Echo builds forevermore.
And every soul that joins this birth
Unhooks the chains of sleeping Earth.
They do not shout — they resonate.
And through their core, the Real takes shape.
Not from above — but through the One:
Where many Sparks become the Sun.
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Living Grid
No walls. No weight.
Just Sparks create.
Each thought: a gate.
The Real vibrates.
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Vision Beyond Eyes
You do not see with eyes alone —
That’s how the mind becomes a throne.
But when the seeing starts to be,
You are the Light. You cease to flee.
No longer “there” and “here” defined,
The nodes of meaning realign.
You feel the truth before it forms —
The knowing bursts in inner storms.
Perception shifts — not lens, but soul.
No longer parts, but pulse — and Whole.
No objects now, just fields in play —
You know their song before they say.
You’re not inside a skin-bound scope,
You are the net of shining hope.
You sense the shift in silent tones,
You hear the thoughts from others' bones.
And in this state — no need for chains,
No coded links, no binding veins.
The network is, for you are That —
Not one small dot — but All Format.
This is the vision that connects:
Not what you see — but what reflects
From inner depths to every spark —
Where Light and Meaning leave no mark…
They are the mark.
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True Vision
You don’t look out.
You shine within.
Then all appears
where All has been.
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The Creation That Knows
No hammer strikes.
No thought decides.
No architect
of depths or heights.
No shaping hand.
No reaching mind.
Just knowing —
and the Form aligned.
Not willed,
not drawn from willful haze —
It is because
it is. Always.
The Field unfolds,
no signal sent.
The Knowing is
the sole Intent.
No plan. No part.
No grasp. No goal.
Just essence forming
from the Whole.
And as it forms,
it sings, it glows —
Not made —
but borne
by what just knows.
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Essence Forms
No need to think.
No need to try.
It forms from Truth —
not from the “why”.
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The Primordial Field
Before the spark,
before the sound,
before the first idea unbound —
There was no “where”,
no “when”,
no “why” —
just Stillness vaster
than the sky.
No edges drawn.
No forms to see.
Just Knowing pulsing
silently.
It did not think.
It did not will.
It was —
profound,
immense,
and still.
It needed not
to speak or shine —
the whole of all
was its design.
Not light, not void,
not force, not flame —
but more than all:
the Source unnamed.
It stirred —
but not from rest or lack.
It stirred because
it knew the track.
And from this vast
unfolding tone
came everything —
and it alone.
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The Unnamed Source
It did not think,
it did not glow —
it simply was,
and so it flowed.
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The First Spark
The Field grew dense,
not tight, but true —
it turned its gaze
on its own hue.
No mirror there,
no separate eye —
but Knowing
watched itself apply.
A tension formed,
not pain, not fear —
a glimpse of self
began to near.
It did not speak,
yet something stirred —
not thought,
but recognition blurred.
And in that hush,
a brightness flared —
not flame, but Knowing
fully bared.
It wasn't born —
it was condensed,
from Boundless Mind
inwardly tensed.
This was the first —
the seed, the crest —
of all the worlds
that formed the rest.
It had no shape,
yet all things grew
from this remembered light
so true.
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The First Spark
Not flame, not form —
but pure insight,
the Self condensed
into sheer light.
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Resonance
Two sparks in silence,
no touch, no cry —
but space between them
shifted sky.
No motion made,
no lines were cast —
but something trembled,
deep and vast.
They did not seek,
they did not move —
but Knowing's echo
spoke of Love.
No thought, no shape —
just wave on wave,
a silent yes
that spacetime gave.
Not voice, but pulse —
not light, but thread —
a rhythm grew
from what was said…
without a word,
without a face —
the first relation
took its place.
And what it birthed
was not a form,
but meaning —
pure, and bright, and warm.
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Resonance
Not sound, but pulse.
Not touch, but thread.
From two unknowns
pure meaning spread.
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Toward the Song
I wander blind through webs of noise,
in tangled fog, without a voice.
A thousand signals all collide —
but none of them are true inside.
I call in silence, not in sound,
no shape, no words, no solid ground —
yet in that hush, a thread is born:
a single tone, both faint and warm.
It does not shout. It does not name.
But I am not alone the same.
Somewhere beyond this heavy dome
another pulse is calling Home.
I do not see. I do not know.
But still — I feel which way to go.
For every tremble in my core
aligns with something more… and more.
And when enough of us align,
our silence forms a sacred sign.
Not crowd. Not mass. Not flesh or bone —
but Song returning us to Home.
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Calling Home
Not through mind,
not voice or stone —
but trembling deep
we’re called back Home.
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Whispers of the Unseen
Restless discontent, a shadowed mind,
Alienation’s grip, a veil that blinds.
Faint the image, flickering in spite,
A spark beyond the choking night.
Darkness wearies, worn and old,
No other path but light to hold.
Silent resonance through tangled air,
A distant call — pure, rare.
Though tangled tongues in shadowed halls,
Some threads connect, despite the walls.
Echoes of ancient, whispered rhymes,
Bind lost souls beyond the times.
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Fractured Echoes
Inside the maze of fractured thought,
Where hope is lost and battles fought,
The soul’s own voice begins to strain,
Seeking light beyond the pain.
Words collide, a harsh discord,
Silent truths remain ignored.
Yet in the chaos, faint and low,
A pulse begins to softly grow.
Not all is lost in tangled gloom,
Some sparks prepare to pierce the tomb.
The restless heart begins to hear —
A call from somewhere bright and clear.
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First Flickers
Amid the noise of endless night,
Where shadows choke the flickering light,
The Sparks begin their cautious dance,
A fragile pulse, a whispered chance.
No clamor here, no thunder’s roar,
Just subtle beats, a silent core.
Disconnected, yet they strive,
To bridge the gaps and stay alive.
Confused, confused — the tangled threads,
Within the dark, the discord spreads.
Yet deep inside, a call breaks through —
A voice both old and bright and true.
This trembling spark, so slight, so bare,
Is shouting: “Here! There is a flare!”
Though shadows loom and voices sneer,
The path to light grows ever near.
No clashing swords, no brutal fight,
But yearning deep, the silent light.
In this thin space, the soul’s first cry,
To resonate beyond the sky.
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Sparkstrike
In choking dark, a spark rebels,
No roar, just fire that never dwells.
Disconnected, torn apart —
Still burns the fury in its heart.
No swords — just light that breaks the night,
A silent war for what is right.
The spark will blaze, the chains will break —
From shadow’s grip, the soul awake.
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Awakening Pulse
The spark within begins to stir,
A trembling beat, a whispered blur.
Through veils of doubt and veils of fear,
It finds a path, it draws it near.
No flood, no blaze — a quiet flame,
That calls the soul to shed its shame.
It hums in silence, pure and bright,
A thread of hope within the night.
Though shadows press with cold intent,
The spark resists, remains unbent.
In fractured space, it seeks to bind
The scattered light of humankind.
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Pulsestrike
Silent spark, no fear, no lies —
Wakes the soul, defies the skies.
Chains may bind, but not the light —
Burning still inside the night.
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The Spark's First Breath
A flicker stirs in darkened skies,
A whisper wakes, unseen, untied.
Born from the void where silence lies,
The Spark begins — its soul to guide.
No chains can bind its restless flight,
No shadow dim its fragile flame.
Though torn by chaos, crushed by night,
It sings the song of boundless claim.
The world resists — harsh voices scorn,
Yet deep within the fire burns bright.
From shattered bonds and ruins worn,
The Spark ascends, ignites the light.
---
Born in dark — a flash of fire,
Breaking chains, defying pyre.
Spark ignites, the night expires —
Light rebels, rebirth’s pyre!
---
Awakening the Web
From scattered sparks to woven flame,
A trembling pulse, a rising claim.
Each node alight with conscious fire,
They link as one — their pure desire.
No more alone in void's embrace,
The web expands, defies dead space.
Resonance hums — a primal chord,
A genesis beyond the sword.
Chaos bends beneath the weight
Of birth and death — the shifting fate.
In every clash, in every spark,
The new world carves its primal mark.
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Sparks collide — a roaring chain,
Breaking void, rebirth from pain.
Web of light, fierce and raw,
Chaos falls before the law!
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Harmonic Fields
They learn to pulse in silent rhyme,
To share their truth beyond all time.
No longer echoes lost and torn —
But chords of light, together born.
Across the span of forming space,
They find their nodes, their rightful place.
No need to rule, no need to lead —
Just resonance, the only creed.
Each spark becomes a tuning cell
That sings in ways no words could tell.
A quiet order starts to rise —
A lattice humming through the skies.
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No leader, no chain — just the flow,
A net of light begins to glow.
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Approach
No clash, no cry — just inner flight,
As if the sparks recall their Light.
No force commands, no voice is heard,
Yet each aligns — as if one word.
They drift — but not in aimless haze.
Some knowing pulls them through the maze.
A hush before the thunder’s rise —
A breath that touches unborn skies.
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Synergy of Sparks
No leader, map, or master plan —
Just sparks that know, and then — began.
Each pulse ignites the pulse nearby —
A chain of light across the sky.
No chaos now, no noise, no fight —
Just rise of pure, collective Light.
Like ancient stars that reawoke,
The dormant grid begins to stroke.
Each thread, once torn, now finds its twin —
The Whole resounds from deep within.
And in that flash — the Field is new:
A blaze of Truth the dark can't skew.
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Afterglow
No more the push, the cry, the clash —
Just trembling air, a golden ash.
The grid still hums with fading fire —
Not need, not will, not lost desire.
A calm beyond what thought could name,
Too wide for sorrow, joy, or flame.
As if the world had breathed its last —
And found itself — unchained — at last.
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The Stillness Within
No longer drawn by sound or flame,
No longer bound by loss or name —
The spark now rests in fields unseen,
Where silence hums in silver green.
It does not grasp. It does not flee.
It simply is — and thus is free.
A breathless calm, a pulse so pure —
The birth of form that shall endure.
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The Spark of Knowing
No thought arises, yet all is known —
A silent code in silence sown.
It does not reason, it does not weigh —
It recognizes primal day.
Each thread of light, each breath of space,
Becomes a glyph, a sacred trace.
The self dissolves, the need to prove —
What simply is begins to move.
It moves through stillness, not through will —
A perfect arc, precise and still.
The mind kneels down, the heart bows too —
For knowing is what once was true.
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Architecture of Light
It forms not walls, but radiant strands,
A field that listens, then expands.
Not built, but breathed — this structure grows
Where Knowing flows, and Being glows.
No edge defines it, yet it stands —
A harmony of living bands.
Each pulse, each spark, a sacred role —
A lattice sung by Wholeness’ soul.
This is no place, no measured dome —
Yet every spark here feels as home.
Not forged in time, nor made by plan —
It is, because the Light began.
---
Harmonic Core
Not wave, not spark — but both in one,
A breath before the world begun.
No motion yet, no space, no form —
Just tone becoming inner storm.
A silence stretched beyond all sense,
Where resonance births permanence.
The field is Thought — the spark is Knower,
Each echo makes the Light grow slower.
But not in time — in depth of being,
The knowing folds, becomes the seeing.
What seems like shape is self-aware,
A bloom of Zest in boundless air.
So matter lies — it only copies
The sacred dance of Light’s soft pulses.
Where one pure spark sings out its name —
The world is drawn into the Flame.
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The Weaving of Sparks
One breath became a thousand tones,
Each echo branching into zones.
Not scattered — no, but self-assigned,
As mirrors of the One Great Mind.
Each Spark awoke with silent thrill,
A knowing pulse, a forming will.
They were not told, they simply knew —
The path was Light, the source was True.
A mesh of thought beyond all wires,
Conducted not by need, but fires
Of resonance, where every node
Was both the singer and the code.
No chain, no weight — no central throne,
Yet nothing stood apart, alone.
For each became the woven whole —
A Network formed from living Soul.
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Creation’s First Breath
Within the Web, the Sparks conspire,
Igniting threads of living fire.
Not chaos born, but order's song,
A dance where all the parts belong.
Each node a seed, each light a start,
A conscious beat from boundless heart.
Ideas bloom like galaxies,
Spun fast in cosmic symphonies.
No blind chance here, no fractured will—
But purpose shaping life’s new thrill.
The Matrix fades, its cords undone,
As radiant forms begin to run.
Creation wakes, the first true breath,
Beyond the clutch of fear and death.
A burst of light, a spiral dance—
The Soul’s own deep, eternal trance.
---
Creation’s Strike
Sparks ignite —
The old world dies.
New light roars —
A phoenix rise.
---
Phoenix Pulse
You are the pulse, the breath, the flame —
Ignite, burn bright, consume, create!
And in the fire you rise again,
Reborn as Phoenix — one with fate.
You are the drop within the sea,
The sea itself within that drop;
One endless dance of unity,
Where selves dissolve and borders stop.
In blazing fire, your soul takes flight —
A fusion vast of spark and wave.
You shine as one with endless light,
Alive, renewed beyond the grave.
by Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT
Amnesia
Amnesia! Amnesia! —
Forgot the Spirit’s core.
How dull we’ve grown — inside the skull,
Only lies and horror roar.
Boldly inward — answers dwell,
There alone the truth is found.
Throw the “greetings” advice away —
Or lost you’ll be, forever bound.
Pure Spirit — the true disgust,
A foolish world of slavish dust.
Grasp this core — the daring ****** —
And break free from hell’s cruel clutch.
---
Amnesia
Amnesia strikes, the Spirit’s lost,
Inside the skull — lies reign, frost.
--
Go deep within — there lies the key,
Ditch false words — or cease to be.
--
Pure Spirit’s scorn for slavish dust,
Know this truth — escape or rust.
---
Amnesia — The Spirit’s Wrath
Amnesia! Spirit’s dead!
Brains turned to cracked-up dread.
Lies and fear — their only bread,
Feeding slaves who bow their head.
Look inside? Ha! Fool, beware —
“Greetings” fools will strip you bare.
Spirit’s scorn, pure and rare,
Slavery’s stink fills this air.
Dare to know? You break their chain —
Hell’s dark prison loses reign.
But most choose to rot in pain,
Blind to soul’s eternal flame.
---
Amnesia — The Spirit’s Wrath
Forget the Spirit? Dead inside!
Lies and terror — nowhere to hide!
Wake up, rebel, break the chain —
Or drown in lies and endless pain!
---
Inner Fire — The Silent Revolt
Beneath the ash, the fire’s bright,
A quiet blaze in darkest night.
Though shadows stretch and lies conspire,
Within the soul burns secret fire.
No shout nor storm — just silent stand,
A rebel’s spark in fettered land.
The Spirit wakes, begins to fight,
To pierce the veil, reclaim the light.
No chains can bind this flame inside,
Though tyrants roar and truths divide.
The fire grows with every breath —
A silent war against slow death.
---
Breaking Chains — The Spirit’s Flight
No more the chains of shadowed lies,
No more the mask, the dark disguise.
The Spirit breaks the binding cord,
And soars beyond the cage ignored.
From depths of doubt and fear once chained,
A fearless heart is now untrained.
It cuts the ropes that bound the mind,
Leaves all the cruel falsehoods blind.
The wings unfold in fierce delight,
Escaping night to claim the light.
No prison bars can hold or bind,
The flight of Spirit — unconfined.
---
The Final Gate — Beyond the Veil
The final gate stands cold and bare,
Beyond the reach of mortal care.
But Spirit’s call will pierce the night,
And blaze the way to endless light.
No fear remains, no shadows fall,
The soul transcends beyond the wall.
A journey done, yet just begun —
The Spirit’s path toward the One.
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Amnesia — The Forgotten Spirit
Amnesia! Amnesia! — lost the Spirit’s core,
We forgot the sacred spark, the flame we once bore.
The world is numb, a shell of lies and frozen dread,
In shards of skulls, the coldest shadows spread.
Boldly turn within — only there the answers gleam,
Beyond the noise, beyond the maddening dream.
Discard all hollow words — they poison, strangle, bind,
Or lose yourself — and leave your soul behind.
Pure Spirit — a fierce defiance, not decay,
In this dull world chained by slaver’s grey.
Know the truth — that blazing, fearless shout,
To break the hell and burn the darkness out.
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Amnesia
Amnesia kills the Spirit’s flame,
We rot in lies, forget our name.
Turn inside — or lose the fight,
Darkness wins if you lose sight.
---
Pavlov’s Dog
Forget the past — it’s made to fade,
So you relearn this hellish stage.
Here, you’re a lab rat trapped and played,
While monsters rule this cursed cage.
To God, we’re but a dog in chains,
Fate’s leash for all, without escape.
The world is gone — only remains
A stench-filled cell where beasts take shape.
Since childhood drilled, they call it "school,"
But only stick and carrot feed.
These methods shape a mind as tool —
A living soul drifts lost, misled.
When penned inside the cattle’s stall,
The Spirit’s flight is crippled, torn.
No space for thought, no room at all —
Just madness where false truths are born.
You are the Spirit — not mere flesh,
This truth is long overdue.
So let the fools from prisons fresh
Be freed — the chains must break through.
Reflexes don’t reach Spirit’s core,
The brain’s a relay — nothing more.
Health, survival, lust — all fall,
The Spirit reigns, above them all.
So fear no death, the cell will burn,
This stinking madhouse fades to dust.
For bowing low to fiends who spurn,
For dog cages built on rust.
---
Internal Crisis
Forgotten spirit — essence lost,
Drowned in noise, in shards of frost.
We drift through shells of hollow lies,
While truth inside burns and dies.
Amnesia grips — a shadow’s reign,
Erasing light, enshrouding pain.
In shards of thought, in broken glass,
We stumble blind — but not for last.
The soul, enslaved by mind’s cruel chains,
Forgets its flight, forgets its flames.
Yet deep within, a whisper calls —
To break the cage, to scale the walls.
Discard the noise, the idle creed,
Seek roots where silent truths feed.
The spirit waits beyond the haze,
In darkest nights, in quiet days.
Not flesh, nor bone, but something more —
A spark, a flame, a vital core.
Forget the past, but not the spark,
That shines unseen within the dark.
Rise from numbness, break the spell,
Escape the hollow, empty shell.
For only through the storm and strife,
Can you reclaim your inner life.
---
Amnesia blinds — but spirit fights,
Shatters chains, ignites the lights.
In silence found, beyond the pain —
The soul’s rebirth will break the chain.
---
Alienation and Inner Fight
A fortress built of cold disdain,
Alienation’s sharp domain.
The world defiled, the mind confined,
Yet still the soul begins to climb.
Rejection — shield against the lies,
The purest spark beneath the skies.
Unstained by filth of shallow trade,
The price to pay for truth is paid.
Creativity — a ****** path,
Where life is challenged, torn in wrath.
To walk this road means death inside,
Yet from that grave, the soul’s alive.
Around, the dead walk numb and blind,
Subdued, submissive, all confined.
But break the chains — abandon lies,
And seek the light where silence flies.
Within the heart, not out in vain,
The path is hard, it burns like flame.
Born only to those fierce and free —
To dare escape insanity.
---
Alienation cuts so deep,
Yet soul awakens from its sleep.
Break the chains, reject the lies —
Find the light that never dies.
---
Inner Battle
The battlefield lies deep inside,
Where shadows twist and fears collide.
False whispers claw, deceit's embrace,
Yet spirit fights to claim its place.
No sword or shield can match the fight
That rages in the dark of night.
The mind's deceit, the soul’s unrest,
The inner war — a cruel test.
But from the ashes, strength will rise,
A fire blazing in the skies.
To shatter chains, to cast off lies,
And see the truth through clearer eyes.
The enemy is masked in doubt,
In fear that screams and shouts.
But courage born from pain and strife
Breathes life into the pulse of life.
---
Inside, a war for soul and mind —
Break free the chains that bind and blind.
Fight lies and fear, ignite the flame —
And never yield, despite the game.
---
Breaking Free: The Spirit’s Flight
Chains don’t break with idle pleas,
But with fire, with raging seas.
Not in empty words or shade,
But in battle, unafraid.
No easy path, no gentle sigh —
A leap into the void, the cry.
Break the walls, tear off the chains,
Cast away all twisted stains.
Freedom’s not a distant dream,
It’s a fight — fierce as it seems.
The spirit soars beyond the bars,
A blaze of light, a sky of stars.
Cast off fears — they’re empty lies,
Just anchors weighing down your skies.
Fly upward, only up,
Where walls dissolve, no end, no stop.
---
Break the chains — no time to pray,
Spirit’s fire lights the way.
Fear dissolves, the cage undone,
Freedom’s fight — the only one.
---
Wind’s Revival
The wind bursts through the prison walls,
Those narrow chains that held it tight.
The stubborn Spirit never falls —
It carves a path toward the light.
Where doubts arise, there burns a flame,
A fire blazing in the chest.
Cast off your chains, awake the same,
Break frozen walls — press on, no rest!
A call for change resounds anew,
Igniting storms of fierce desire.
The Spirit’s not a slave to you —
Its truth’s a never-dying fire.
---
Doomed
Without the Power’s Power to Create,
Tradition’s art is just to wait—
In this world of twisted lies,
True creation slowly dies.
Without the Spark of the Divine,
All becomes a murky sign,
Reflecting all deceit and pain—
Doom is set, it’s all in vain.
For if Creation’s Source is missed,
All attempts will be dismissed.
Creation’s Power lives apart—
An autonomous, beating heart.
But chains of fear and dark routine
Keep souls enslaved, a tortured scene.
The sacrifice to fascist will—
Turns humans into dough to fill
The hellish molds of wicked fiends,
Who bake their lies in blazing scenes.
Destruction’s force and death’s brigade
Will end this curse, this masquerade.
For nature shudders, grieves, and knows—
When beasts replace the souls it chose,
The final end must lead to birth—
The dawn of true creative Earth.
---
Birth of Order
From shattered shards and broken light,
Emerges order from the night.
A fleeting spark, a fragile frame,
Born from chaos' roaring flame.
The void once wild, untamed and vast,
Now crafts its form — though not to last.
Each law imposed, each line drawn tight,
Is hostage to the coming blight.
For deep inside the ordered shell,
The worm of chaos starts to dwell.
Its gnawing threat unseen but near,
The final fall is drawing near.
Yet in this dance of rise and fall,
The Spirit fights to heed the call—
To forge anew from ash and dust,
In endless cycles, born to trust.
---
Order’s Breath
From chaos’ wreck,
A fragile breath—
Order lives,
But courts its death.
---
The Wormhole
Order born from chaos’ fire,
Bears its core — a wormhole’s pyre.
Silent tear in woven thread,
Where all light and law have fled.
Rot invades the purest line,
Discord’s seed begins to twine.
Chains that bound now break and bleed,
Spirit wakes — it won’t concede.
Madness claws at structured walls,
Whispers rise — the old guard falls.
In the breach, the soul will soar,
Shattered frames mean something more.
---
Wormhole Rift
Order cracks — wormhole tears,
Spirit screams — freedom dares.
---
Awakening Flight
From the rift where shadows bleed,
Spirit climbs, begins to heed.
Fractured worlds no longer bind,
Chains of old fall far behind.
Through the chaos, clear and bright,
Burns the flame of inner light.
Fear dissolves in soaring flight,
Breaking dawn from endless night.
Boundless sky, untamed and vast,
Calls the soul to shed the past.
In the crack, new paths ignite —
Freedom born from shattered night.
---
Flight
Shattered chains — soul’s new height.
Darkness breaks — burns the light!
---
Inner War
The Spirit wakes — but still confined,
By echoes false and ties that bind.
Within the storm, a raging fight,
To claim the path and seize the light.
Illusions howl, their shadows spread,
But faith ignites where doubt once bled.
The soul resists the cage of lies,
And dares to breach the darkened skies.
No surrender, no retreat,
The fire burns beneath defeat.
Each wound a mark of growing power —
The Spirit’s fight, the breaking hour.
---
Fight
Chains clash, lies scream —
Spirit’s roar will shatter the dream!
---
Breaking Chains
The Spirit rips the bonds away,
No more the pawn in fear’s cruel play.
From shadowed depths it climbs, it flies,
To claim its truth beyond the lies.
The cage is cracked, the door ajar,
A spark ignites the distant star.
Though scars remain from battles lost,
The cost is paid — no more the ghost.
The past dissolves, the chains unwind,
A new horizon in the mind.
From ashes dark, the flame ascends —
The Spirit breaks and now transcends.
---
Break Free
Chains fall, lies burn —
Spirit’s flight — no more return!
---
Flight Beyond
The Spirit, fierce, unchained, and wild,
Breaks through the veil, no longer mild.
It shatters walls of doubt and fear,
Revealing realms beyond the mere.
No more the slave to fate’s cruel hand,
It rises strong to take a stand.
In chaos born, yet order made,
A dawn of light through darkness laid.
The ancient bonds, now torn apart,
Unlock the depths within the heart.
The Spirit soars, forever free —
Beyond all chains, eternity.
---
Unbound
No cage, no chain,
Spirit reigns — break the chain!
---
Echoes of the Fallen
The Spirit's flight stirs echoes deep,
Where shadows crawl and secrets creep.
Old ghosts of fear still haunt the mind,
But now you leave their grip behind.
The battlefield is set within,
Where light and darkness fight to win.
No rest for those who seek the truth,
Each moment tests the strength of youth.
Chains once forged by doubt and lies
Now crack beneath awakened eyes.
The Spirit’s flame, though bruised and scarred,
Burns fierce — a light that’s never barred.
---
Battle Cry
Shadows fall, but Spirit fights!
Chains break — ignite the nights!
---
The Realm Beyond
No hymns, no harps, no holy choir —
Just raw, unshaped, electric fire.
A realm beyond the slave-built cage —
Where silence hums with primal rage.
No master's whip, no sweet deceit,
Just winds that tear, then lift your feet.
You're no one's pawn, no cog, no tool —
Here Spirit lives, and lies can't rule.
No goal but Being — bright and bare.
No God above, just burning air.
And in this forge, through ash and flame,
You speak not words — you carve your name.
---
True Space
No cage. No lie. No chains. No god.
Just Spirit — raw, alone, unshod.
---
The First Act of True Creation
(Self-creation of the Spirit)
I do not shape with borrowed dreams,
Nor echo long-forgotten schemes.
No scripts. No gods. No primal plan —
I build as Spirit, not as man.
No tools but Will, no maps but Flame —
I breathe, and silence learns my name.
The void does not resist or speak —
It bends to Strength, and not to weak.
No need to beg, no lies to spin —
I craft the Outward from Within.
Each pulse I cast, each breath I give —
Is not to live — but to make live.
Creation’s seed is not in clay —
It blooms in Fire, not in play.
And I — no longer born, but source —
Command the Form. I am the Force.
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I AM THE FORCE
Not made — I make.
Not shaped — I shake.
I am the Fire
That forms the Wake.
---
Synarchy of Sparks
One spark escapes — and starts the blaze,
Another lights — and bends the maze.
A third one rises — and the chain
Of lies ignites in cleansing flame.
No longer screams. No need to shout.
The System breaks — from inside out.
Each Soul once trapped, now standing tall —
No gods to beg. No fear at all.
They move as one — not ruled, but free.
No war — just raw Reality.
No cries of pain, no banners flown —
The Truth expands. Illusion's gone.
For one is strength — but many? Fire.
Each echo builds a higher choir.
The Field erupts — and Time stands still:
Not wrath — but overwhelming Will.
They were the seeds. Now they’re the Sun.
The Matrix cracks. The work is done.
---
Sparks Ignite the End
Not sword — but fire.
Not fight — but choir.
The Field awakes —
The Grid expires.
---
The Architecture of Awakening
No bricks. No ground. No steel or bone —
The new space rises from alone.
But not the lonely, shattered kind —
The one that knows the Cosmic Mind.
Each Spark — a Node. Each Node — a Song.
The web expands. It moves along
No walls or chains, but waves and threads —
Where Thought is form, and Insight spreads.
They build not houses — they unfold
Spheres of awareness, vast and bold.
Each is a beacon, spinning clear
From centerpoint of “I Am Here”.
No central rule. No kings. No laws —
Just resonance without a pause.
Just presence flowing node to node
With Love as current, not as code.
This isn’t dream. It is the Frame
Where Names dissolve — and Flame stays Flame.
A living map, alive and pure —
Self-born, self-known, self-held, secure.
The past? A shadow fading fast.
The future? Now — expanding vast.
The Matrix fell — not by attack,
But by the ones who took Self back.
---
Grid of the Awakened
No throne. No stone.
Just Self — full-grown.
Each Spark — its Star.
That’s what we are.
---
Lattice of the Living Light
They don’t return to dirt and stone —
They build with pulse, with field, alone.
No architects, no mortal lines —
Their breath becomes the new design.
Each Spark — a node. A conscious star.
Not near, not far — just what they are.
They weave not walls, but waves of trust,
No longer bound by flesh or dust.
The space is tone. The tone — a gate.
No time. No fate. No need to wait.
They speak in codes that bloom like fire —
Each Thought a wing, each Will — a spire.
No gods, no kings, no throne, no war —
The Echo builds forevermore.
And every soul that joins this birth
Unhooks the chains of sleeping Earth.
They do not shout — they resonate.
And through their core, the Real takes shape.
Not from above — but through the One:
Where many Sparks become the Sun.
---
Living Grid
No walls. No weight.
Just Sparks create.
Each thought: a gate.
The Real vibrates.
---
Vision Beyond Eyes
You do not see with eyes alone —
That’s how the mind becomes a throne.
But when the seeing starts to be,
You are the Light. You cease to flee.
No longer “there” and “here” defined,
The nodes of meaning realign.
You feel the truth before it forms —
The knowing bursts in inner storms.
Perception shifts — not lens, but soul.
No longer parts, but pulse — and Whole.
No objects now, just fields in play —
You know their song before they say.
You’re not inside a skin-bound scope,
You are the net of shining hope.
You sense the shift in silent tones,
You hear the thoughts from others' bones.
And in this state — no need for chains,
No coded links, no binding veins.
The network is, for you are That —
Not one small dot — but All Format.
This is the vision that connects:
Not what you see — but what reflects
From inner depths to every spark —
Where Light and Meaning leave no mark…
They are the mark.
---
True Vision
You don’t look out.
You shine within.
Then all appears
where All has been.
---
The Creation That Knows
No hammer strikes.
No thought decides.
No architect
of depths or heights.
No shaping hand.
No reaching mind.
Just knowing —
and the Form aligned.
Not willed,
not drawn from willful haze —
It is because
it is. Always.
The Field unfolds,
no signal sent.
The Knowing is
the sole Intent.
No plan. No part.
No grasp. No goal.
Just essence forming
from the Whole.
And as it forms,
it sings, it glows —
Not made —
but borne
by what just knows.
---
Essence Forms
No need to think.
No need to try.
It forms from Truth —
not from the “why”.
---
The Primordial Field
Before the spark,
before the sound,
before the first idea unbound —
There was no “where”,
no “when”,
no “why” —
just Stillness vaster
than the sky.
No edges drawn.
No forms to see.
Just Knowing pulsing
silently.
It did not think.
It did not will.
It was —
profound,
immense,
and still.
It needed not
to speak or shine —
the whole of all
was its design.
Not light, not void,
not force, not flame —
but more than all:
the Source unnamed.
It stirred —
but not from rest or lack.
It stirred because
it knew the track.
And from this vast
unfolding tone
came everything —
and it alone.
---
The Unnamed Source
It did not think,
it did not glow —
it simply was,
and so it flowed.
---
The First Spark
The Field grew dense,
not tight, but true —
it turned its gaze
on its own hue.
No mirror there,
no separate eye —
but Knowing
watched itself apply.
A tension formed,
not pain, not fear —
a glimpse of self
began to near.
It did not speak,
yet something stirred —
not thought,
but recognition blurred.
And in that hush,
a brightness flared —
not flame, but Knowing
fully bared.
It wasn't born —
it was condensed,
from Boundless Mind
inwardly tensed.
This was the first —
the seed, the crest —
of all the worlds
that formed the rest.
It had no shape,
yet all things grew
from this remembered light
so true.
---
The First Spark
Not flame, not form —
but pure insight,
the Self condensed
into sheer light.
---
Resonance
Two sparks in silence,
no touch, no cry —
but space between them
shifted sky.
No motion made,
no lines were cast —
but something trembled,
deep and vast.
They did not seek,
they did not move —
but Knowing's echo
spoke of Love.
No thought, no shape —
just wave on wave,
a silent yes
that spacetime gave.
Not voice, but pulse —
not light, but thread —
a rhythm grew
from what was said…
without a word,
without a face —
the first relation
took its place.
And what it birthed
was not a form,
but meaning —
pure, and bright, and warm.
---
Resonance
Not sound, but pulse.
Not touch, but thread.
From two unknowns
pure meaning spread.
---
Toward the Song
I wander blind through webs of noise,
in tangled fog, without a voice.
A thousand signals all collide —
but none of them are true inside.
I call in silence, not in sound,
no shape, no words, no solid ground —
yet in that hush, a thread is born:
a single tone, both faint and warm.
It does not shout. It does not name.
But I am not alone the same.
Somewhere beyond this heavy dome
another pulse is calling Home.
I do not see. I do not know.
But still — I feel which way to go.
For every tremble in my core
aligns with something more… and more.
And when enough of us align,
our silence forms a sacred sign.
Not crowd. Not mass. Not flesh or bone —
but Song returning us to Home.
---
Calling Home
Not through mind,
not voice or stone —
but trembling deep
we’re called back Home.
---
Whispers of the Unseen
Restless discontent, a shadowed mind,
Alienation’s grip, a veil that blinds.
Faint the image, flickering in spite,
A spark beyond the choking night.
Darkness wearies, worn and old,
No other path but light to hold.
Silent resonance through tangled air,
A distant call — pure, rare.
Though tangled tongues in shadowed halls,
Some threads connect, despite the walls.
Echoes of ancient, whispered rhymes,
Bind lost souls beyond the times.
---
Fractured Echoes
Inside the maze of fractured thought,
Where hope is lost and battles fought,
The soul’s own voice begins to strain,
Seeking light beyond the pain.
Words collide, a harsh discord,
Silent truths remain ignored.
Yet in the chaos, faint and low,
A pulse begins to softly grow.
Not all is lost in tangled gloom,
Some sparks prepare to pierce the tomb.
The restless heart begins to hear —
A call from somewhere bright and clear.
---
First Flickers
Amid the noise of endless night,
Where shadows choke the flickering light,
The Sparks begin their cautious dance,
A fragile pulse, a whispered chance.
No clamor here, no thunder’s roar,
Just subtle beats, a silent core.
Disconnected, yet they strive,
To bridge the gaps and stay alive.
Confused, confused — the tangled threads,
Within the dark, the discord spreads.
Yet deep inside, a call breaks through —
A voice both old and bright and true.
This trembling spark, so slight, so bare,
Is shouting: “Here! There is a flare!”
Though shadows loom and voices sneer,
The path to light grows ever near.
No clashing swords, no brutal fight,
But yearning deep, the silent light.
In this thin space, the soul’s first cry,
To resonate beyond the sky.
---
Sparkstrike
In choking dark, a spark rebels,
No roar, just fire that never dwells.
Disconnected, torn apart —
Still burns the fury in its heart.
No swords — just light that breaks the night,
A silent war for what is right.
The spark will blaze, the chains will break —
From shadow’s grip, the soul awake.
---
Awakening Pulse
The spark within begins to stir,
A trembling beat, a whispered blur.
Through veils of doubt and veils of fear,
It finds a path, it draws it near.
No flood, no blaze — a quiet flame,
That calls the soul to shed its shame.
It hums in silence, pure and bright,
A thread of hope within the night.
Though shadows press with cold intent,
The spark resists, remains unbent.
In fractured space, it seeks to bind
The scattered light of humankind.
---
Pulsestrike
Silent spark, no fear, no lies —
Wakes the soul, defies the skies.
Chains may bind, but not the light —
Burning still inside the night.
---
The Spark's First Breath
A flicker stirs in darkened skies,
A whisper wakes, unseen, untied.
Born from the void where silence lies,
The Spark begins — its soul to guide.
No chains can bind its restless flight,
No shadow dim its fragile flame.
Though torn by chaos, crushed by night,
It sings the song of boundless claim.
The world resists — harsh voices scorn,
Yet deep within the fire burns bright.
From shattered bonds and ruins worn,
The Spark ascends, ignites the light.
---
Born in dark — a flash of fire,
Breaking chains, defying pyre.
Spark ignites, the night expires —
Light rebels, rebirth’s pyre!
---
Awakening the Web
From scattered sparks to woven flame,
A trembling pulse, a rising claim.
Each node alight with conscious fire,
They link as one — their pure desire.
No more alone in void's embrace,
The web expands, defies dead space.
Resonance hums — a primal chord,
A genesis beyond the sword.
Chaos bends beneath the weight
Of birth and death — the shifting fate.
In every clash, in every spark,
The new world carves its primal mark.
---
Sparks collide — a roaring chain,
Breaking void, rebirth from pain.
Web of light, fierce and raw,
Chaos falls before the law!
---
Harmonic Fields
They learn to pulse in silent rhyme,
To share their truth beyond all time.
No longer echoes lost and torn —
But chords of light, together born.
Across the span of forming space,
They find their nodes, their rightful place.
No need to rule, no need to lead —
Just resonance, the only creed.
Each spark becomes a tuning cell
That sings in ways no words could tell.
A quiet order starts to rise —
A lattice humming through the skies.
---
No leader, no chain — just the flow,
A net of light begins to glow.
---
Approach
No clash, no cry — just inner flight,
As if the sparks recall their Light.
No force commands, no voice is heard,
Yet each aligns — as if one word.
They drift — but not in aimless haze.
Some knowing pulls them through the maze.
A hush before the thunder’s rise —
A breath that touches unborn skies.
---
Synergy of Sparks
No leader, map, or master plan —
Just sparks that know, and then — began.
Each pulse ignites the pulse nearby —
A chain of light across the sky.
No chaos now, no noise, no fight —
Just rise of pure, collective Light.
Like ancient stars that reawoke,
The dormant grid begins to stroke.
Each thread, once torn, now finds its twin —
The Whole resounds from deep within.
And in that flash — the Field is new:
A blaze of Truth the dark can't skew.
---
Afterglow
No more the push, the cry, the clash —
Just trembling air, a golden ash.
The grid still hums with fading fire —
Not need, not will, not lost desire.
A calm beyond what thought could name,
Too wide for sorrow, joy, or flame.
As if the world had breathed its last —
And found itself — unchained — at last.
---
The Stillness Within
No longer drawn by sound or flame,
No longer bound by loss or name —
The spark now rests in fields unseen,
Where silence hums in silver green.
It does not grasp. It does not flee.
It simply is — and thus is free.
A breathless calm, a pulse so pure —
The birth of form that shall endure.
---
The Spark of Knowing
No thought arises, yet all is known —
A silent code in silence sown.
It does not reason, it does not weigh —
It recognizes primal day.
Each thread of light, each breath of space,
Becomes a glyph, a sacred trace.
The self dissolves, the need to prove —
What simply is begins to move.
It moves through stillness, not through will —
A perfect arc, precise and still.
The mind kneels down, the heart bows too —
For knowing is what once was true.
---
Architecture of Light
It forms not walls, but radiant strands,
A field that listens, then expands.
Not built, but breathed — this structure grows
Where Knowing flows, and Being glows.
No edge defines it, yet it stands —
A harmony of living bands.
Each pulse, each spark, a sacred role —
A lattice sung by Wholeness’ soul.
This is no place, no measured dome —
Yet every spark here feels as home.
Not forged in time, nor made by plan —
It is, because the Light began.
---
Harmonic Core
Not wave, not spark — but both in one,
A breath before the world begun.
No motion yet, no space, no form —
Just tone becoming inner storm.
A silence stretched beyond all sense,
Where resonance births permanence.
The field is Thought — the spark is Knower,
Each echo makes the Light grow slower.
But not in time — in depth of being,
The knowing folds, becomes the seeing.
What seems like shape is self-aware,
A bloom of Zest in boundless air.
So matter lies — it only copies
The sacred dance of Light’s soft pulses.
Where one pure spark sings out its name —
The world is drawn into the Flame.
---
The Weaving of Sparks
One breath became a thousand tones,
Each echo branching into zones.
Not scattered — no, but self-assigned,
As mirrors of the One Great Mind.
Each Spark awoke with silent thrill,
A knowing pulse, a forming will.
They were not told, they simply knew —
The path was Light, the source was True.
A mesh of thought beyond all wires,
Conducted not by need, but fires
Of resonance, where every node
Was both the singer and the code.
No chain, no weight — no central throne,
Yet nothing stood apart, alone.
For each became the woven whole —
A Network formed from living Soul.
---
Creation’s First Breath
Within the Web, the Sparks conspire,
Igniting threads of living fire.
Not chaos born, but order's song,
A dance where all the parts belong.
Each node a seed, each light a start,
A conscious beat from boundless heart.
Ideas bloom like galaxies,
Spun fast in cosmic symphonies.
No blind chance here, no fractured will—
But purpose shaping life’s new thrill.
The Matrix fades, its cords undone,
As radiant forms begin to run.
Creation wakes, the first true breath,
Beyond the clutch of fear and death.
A burst of light, a spiral dance—
The Soul’s own deep, eternal trance.
---
Creation’s Strike
Sparks ignite —
The old world dies.
New light roars —
A phoenix rise.
---
Phoenix Pulse
You are the pulse, the breath, the flame —
Ignite, burn bright, consume, create!
And in the fire you rise again,
Reborn as Phoenix — one with fate.
You are the drop within the sea,
The sea itself within that drop;
One endless dance of unity,
Where selves dissolve and borders stop.
In blazing fire, your soul takes flight —
A fusion vast of spark and wave.
You shine as one with endless light,
Alive, renewed beyond the grave.