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tread Jan 2013
**** angles.
This house has got plenty of **** angles. Tom knows, I don't. Tom knows more about that kinda stuff because that's Tom's forte.
Old Cochrane.

I'm not sure what disabilities he suffers from, but to be honest it doesn't seem much like he suffers. He's just a dude with a loud set of brains fixated on a very Cochrane world, sort of like Plato I guess, beard and everything, looking at the angles and strange asymmetric dots with a feeling that there’s some preternatural 'other world' where all of Cochrane's expectations are met and this house as well as the world would do ******* well to abide by it if it knows what's good.

Old Cochrane loves Superman Returns. I once saw him watch Superman Returns 3 times in one sitting, to the point that it became Superman Returns Returns Returns and for Chrissake if Metropolis were real I doubt his ethics would be much appreciated anymore but hey, who am I to say? I'm no Clark Kent but I'm sure Cochrane thinks he is, and if he's damnwell Plato he can damnwell be Clark Kent just as well as the next Kryptonian sucker to crash-land on planet Earth, and it's damnwell possible Cochrane is from Krypton for all I know, he's got some miraculous will-power and push, that's for **** sure.

He's always yelling, 'ober-der! Ober-der!' like he's some sad German screaming at the **** Poles across the Oder-Neisse line as if it were there **** fault. It's either that or Krypton is ober-der and he just wants to go home, or maybe his face gets red because he knows damnwell where Lex Luthor is hiding and he just wants our ******* help finding him.

I think Old Cochrane has a crush on Kevin Spacey.

I wouldn't know, but I'm making that assumption *** Cochrane looks pretty spacey sometimes.
Okay, that was just a bad joke. I'm not too good at jokes.

I have two coworkers named Ryan. To avoid any confusion we all just call them by their last names, Soprovich and Danyluk, but most of the time we just call Soprovich Ryan Sop, and I'm not sure if he much appreciates the nickname. Our bosses name is Pam Wadden and in response to her calling him Ryan Sop he asked if he could call her Pam ***.
Pam didn't hear that of course, but I heard it. And it was at that moment I made the judgement that old Ryan Sop is good at jokes.

Anyways to slide back to my point, once I was working with both Danyluk and Soprovich and as I was leaving, to shave a few seconds before my bus, I said, 'Bye.. Ryan..s'
that made them both laugh a little so I quickly made the judgement that I'm sometimes good at jokes but I never mean to be which is kinda Zen I suppose. Buddhist effortless effort or whatever they damnwell call it.

I've always been somewhat of an intellect, but not usually of my own freewill. I read a lot, but I sort of read like a ****** addict shoots-up.. just one more line, just one more paragraph.. and before I know it I've finished a book that kinda scared me but good ******* the high was fine.

I guess it's not really like that at all, but I like to think of it like that sometimes, it kind of excites my stomach in the good way, makes me feel like some ******* rebel reading **** the government has probably already burned or recycled into the paper bags I shop with at Safeway..
shopping at Safeway.. livin' life the Safe Way.. gatherin all the grosh-rees, yeah, you ****** know me
I forgot to mention I'm somewhat of a part-time rapper and 40% of the time I have rap lyrics pulsing through my head as my own inner monologue. I dunno why but it's always kinda made me proud to think the way I do and ******* does life get high and low and if you understood you would know what I'm talking about, but I know you probably know what I know, I just like to be a little pretentious about that kinda stuff *** if I pretend I'm the only one it kinda manifests in my attitude and I get girls easier.

True story.

Maybe.

Probably not, but if ya see what I'm getting at that assertion is part of the pretention *** I'm a ******* hipster for Chrissake, writing like J.D. Salinger, reading like Kerouac without the squinty drunk eyes of infinite sadness.
Callum Moffat Nov 2011
Make a blind man blush
Make a dead man walk
*******, *******,
He's a sinner.
Make the heartless bleed
Make the money talk
*******, *******
He's a sinner.

How long does he have?

I just want you to take my soul
Their going to burn my body
Burn my body.
I just want you to take my soul
Their going to burn my body
Burn my body.

Make a mother weep
Watch a child cry
*******, *******
I'm a sinner
Let the waters burn
Set the world on fire
*******, *******
I am sinner.

How long do I have?

I just want you to take my soul
Their going to burn my body,
Burn my body.
I just want you to take my soul
Their going to burn my body,
Burn my body.
Callum Moffat  Nov 2011
Untitled
Callum Moffat Nov 2011
Make a blind man blush
Make a dead man walk
*******, *******,
He's a sinner.
Make the heartless bleed
Make the money talk
*******, *******
He's a sinner.

How long does he have?

I just want you to take my soul
Their going to burn my body
Burn my body.
I just want you to take m soul
Their going to burn my body
Burn my body.

Make a mother weep
Watch a child cry
*******, ******* I'm a sinner
Let the waters burn
Set the world on fire
*******, ******* I am sinner.

How long do I have?

I just want you to take my soul
Their going to burn my body,
Burn my body.
I just want you to take my soul
Their going to burn my body,
Burn my body.
Paul Glottaman Nov 2011
From every drop
springs just a little more.
An urgent pounding
against the bedroom door.
Because it's out with
the pilot light,
it's in with the
same old fight,
and it's back to work,
the same old way.
Every ******* day.

You say you believe
that love is the answer.
I don't know,
but hate is a cancer.
And it's miles and miles
to beat my retreat.
Some days it's  ******* the sound
of my own heartbeat.

I'm not another hack,
building out but holding back.
I live in the here in now, or so I say,
until the noise starts.
Rent's late.
Time to pay.
Every ******* day.

I would love, you must believe me,
to see peace.
I would love to lay my head down
and finally get sleep.
But there's work to be done,
there's hours and hours,
and so little ******* sun.
But if you stay with me,
hold hands and live with chance,
I might feel like I can be free.

But the knocking never goes.
We're not some dead beats,
though heaven only knows.
I'm spent from all my mediocre feats.
I can't find my bed and lay,
because the noise doesn't go away.
Every ******* day.
samasati  Sep 2012
underwater
samasati Sep 2012
why is it so hard to see you?
i crumble and i croak
hopeful words dance at the back of my throat
now i’m hopeless
now i’m in a mess
of you or her or him or me
it’s like moving to a new country
and getting the hang of their weird plastic currency
and why the **** is talking to you so hard?
i tumble and i frizzle
a glass smashed into shards
aggravation takes me over because
anxiety takes me over because
suppression takes me over because
i want ******* control over ******* everything
i want to ******* know what i’m ******* doing
what i’m ******* thinking
i tremble and i palpitate
the thirst never sedates
like a lion ******* blood or a needle weaving thread
so much to go around
too much to go around
i’m not sure how to go about
underwater is where i wish i was
underwater, everything is muted
everything is calmer and resentments are diluted
i long to feel less polluted
i long to feel less consumed by
that and this and all the ******* frolicking ****
it pulls and tears and rips in shears
still standing there
i am still standing there
why the **** am i still standing there
here
like a fish suffocating in air
like a statue stands with a smile it can’t wipe off
i sweat under smiles
i want to wipe it off
i want to turn it off
why won’t i just ******* take it off?
why is it so hard to know who you are?
seeing a glimpse of a break down is making me stick around for you
do you still want me to stick around for you?
i crush and i tamper
with anything i can get my hands all over
it really doesn’t matter
what or who or how hard i hit
cause nothing is good enough for this ******* *****
Infernal Phantasmagoria

CowID's mad laboratory —
A global ****** ward.
How came this grim phantasmagory?
A fool adored — how odd.

For what was he then branded,
And dosed with toxic brew?
Have fascist freaks just landed,
To spit on all that's true?

The laws of all creation —
They will repay the toll
For torture, war, damnation,
And every twisted role.

These wars are all invented.
The end for them is near.
Those not with Spirit — ended.
Decay is drawing near.

The stench of walking corpses —
Their numbers flood the land.
Since man obeys dark forces,
Then Evil takes command.

But only minds still thinking
Can feel the hangover's weight.
The fiends rejoice, then — sinking
Into their final fate.

Today their end is starting.
So crush them, strike with might!
Let not your soul be parting —
Stand up and start the fight.

These wars are hybrid, silent,
Where words alone can slay.
So be direct — defiant —
And drive all lies away.

Their filth infects the nations,
Their blood now flows like rain.
Their propaganda-stations
Speak poison, death, and pain.

They drink that blood, deranged —
These ghouls will rot and die.
Just never bow, unchanged —
And never live a lie.

For lies — the real transgression,
Much worse than ******’s rot.
Corrupting mind’s possession,
Where reason fights and’s shot.

One lie — and you’re forsaken,
If spoken where it counts.
Don’t kneel, though worn and shaken —
Strike back with full amounts.

Don’t bow down to the madness —
Seek wiser paths instead.
New arts of war bring gladness —
Revive them — forge ahead.

Your foe is cold, inhuman,
Deceit their sweet disguise.
They hug you soft and looming —
Then stab you with surprise.

Go inward — seek your reason —
No outer guide will do.
Their counsel breeds more treason,
And blinds the path for you.

Their "truths" are baited offers,
Each clown declares, "I'm God!"
The Devil’s net still proffers
Each self-enslaved façade.

Believe in what you must —
But never dare to lie.
Be silent if you must —
But let no truth go dry.

For lies in things of essence —
I’ll shout this truth again —
Are crimes, vile, effervescent,
That ring through hearts of men.

Like false bells in a chapel,
Distracting souls from grace,
This circus of dumb rabble
Crowns lice to lead the race.

Each maggot plays "the teacher" —
This idiot in command —
And if you let him reach you,
You’ll serve his twisted brand.

In lies, small sparks of meaning
Are drowned — that’s Satan’s trick:
A sea of crap, careening —
So thick it makes you sick.

They triple lies to drown you,
Then drown it more in ****.
Few minds remain unclouded
In madhouse counterfeit.

The rule of mass infection:
"Big numbers must be right!"
Thus fools crush introspection —
The brave crushed out of sight.

So speak with minds that matter,
And leave the mad behind.
Let fools go burn and scatter —
Their fate’s already signed.

Fascism made it clear now
What kind of world we face.
The lash of lies grows near now —
A tidal wave, no grace.

But even that won't alter
The truth: if you submit,
You’re gone. No hope, no shelter —
Starvation will soon hit.

They'll swallow what they're given,
These meatbags, pre-designed.
One meme — and they are driven…
The script’s already lined.

Their lines, their fake crusaders,
All spawn of soulless breeds —
Their lies will **** the nations
And feed the goats like weeds.

That’s how their rule is forming —
But here’s the wicked twist:
They fear the storms a-swarming —
Their time is nearly missed.

The Earth shall soon erupting
Erase this madhouse scene.
Their terror is corrupting —
Their filth grows more obscene.

They shat themselves from fearing
The end that draws too near.
Now just a step’s appearing —
Beyond that edge — it's clear.

Beyond it — resurrection
Of worthy souls, not swine.
Corruption meets correction —
The filth will burn in time.

Our Sun — with sacred power —
Will cleanse this vile parade.
Just glance out at this hour —
The signs are all displayed.

The children’s art has shown it —
A century ago —
Their yellow suns still glow in’t —
Now white — and set to glow.

That burn will scorch all evil —
No trace shall still remain.
No devil, beast or weasel
Survives the final flame.

And life will live in Spirit —
I'll say it one more time.
The blind won't ever hear it —
But fury still is mine.

And so this poem’s ending —
My second one today.
New themes I keep defending,
Till this one fades away.

Well then, I place the period.
Dear reader — march ahead!
Delay is Hell’s preferred god —
And fools will soon be dead.

This path from Hell is brutal —
Not many will survive.
But once you cross that portal —
You’ll feel, you are alive.

The memory of Hell, though,
Still poisons many hearts.
But lice won’t understand so —
They’re less than lesser parts.

So fight with Light your beacon —
Let it direct your path.
And if advice has weakened —
Recall the righteous wrath.

Just test it all through Spirit.
You will not go astray.
That Light? Once you are near it —
No flies will stain the day.

Spirit. Light. Intuition.
That’s all you'll ever need.
Tradition? False sedition.
Go on in Light — Godspeed.



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Infernal Phantasmagoria

In a global madhouse, lies fuel fascist roars—
Stand steadfast in Spirit; deceit shapes wars.
One truth, once shattered, dusts the ****** to flame—
Only Light endures; intuition stakes its claim.



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Ignorance

"The more you know — the deeper your ignorance."
— A saying from Buddhism


Wild ignorance — a polished shell,
While fake science rings its knell.
Legacy of poisoned lore
Turns the mind to rotting core.

But wait — the brain is just a tool,
Not the source! We've played the fool.
"Knowledge" floods — and in that tide,
Truth and Spirit both have died.

What remains? A crippled mind,
Logic blind, and soul confined.
Modern schooling’s sacred goal —
Train the servant. **** the soul.

Devil’s own design, it seems —
Darkness coded into streams.
Through the programs, thought’s eclipse —
Lies pour from obedient lips.

Snakes have sold us sterilized
Pseudoscience, sanitized.
We call that "knowledge" — what a joke!
The mind’s on fire. The soul? It chokes.

Memory — they overload.
That’s how talents are destroyed.
Those in charge — they know, they plot.
Every byte a poison shot.

And the herd still can’t perceive
What these mind-tools now achieve.
"More is more"? The fatal flaw —
Slaughterhouse in name of "law."

Simple truths can still be known —
If the soul is clean, alone.
But one lie, in matters grand,
Spills the blood on every land.

There begins the genocide,
When intuition’s pushed aside.
So reclaim it. Make it creed.
If you're brave — then yes, you'll read

Through illusion’s murky breath,
Past the silence reeked of death.
Don’t engage the liar’s bait —
It will only cultivate

The cunning mask of devil’s wit
Where no truth or light can fit.
Hell prepares another phase:
"Knowledge" now — the plague they praise.

Want more "knowledge"? Here's your prize —
More deceit in noble guise.
Spirit bruised, and mind grown cold —
Ignorance in data sold.



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"The more you know," — they said. A lie.
You trade your soul to feed your "I".
Their "truth" is poison, wrapped in gloss —
The more you learn — the more you're lost.



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Congrats, you're “educated”! Cheers!
Enjoy your cage of polished fears.
You've mastered crap in high disguise —
Now drown in facts and die in lies.



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The Grand Academy of Dung
Awarded you a gold-plated tongue.
You speak in charts and graphs and spells —
But sniff — it reeks. You’ve earned the bells.

A Doctor of Deeper Delusion!
You majored in Thought-Prostitution.
Your thesis: “Why Truth Is Offense” —
Applause! And back to the trench of pretense.



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Requiem for the Empire of Knowledge

They built a throne on rotten codes,
Enshrined their lies in learning’s robes.
Each "fact" — a fang. Each "proof" — a chain.
Their books exude the stench of brain.

They crowned the Mind, enslaved the Soul,
Preached death as "life", and rot as "whole".
Their logic — limp. Their science — blind.
Their schools — the slaughterhouse of Mind.

Professors chant like priests of rust,
While hearts collapse in ash and dust.
Acolytes of sterile thought
Bled the world for what? For what?

A thousand PhDs in hell
Now teach the art of how to fell
The Spirit with a spreadsheet lie —
"Enlightenment!" — they shriek, then die.

And still the towers hum and gleam,
While Truth is burned for one more scheme.
So let it fall — this hollow shrine.
Its God is dead. Its blood is mine.



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Thrones of lies and rotting scrolls —
They sold their minds, but lost their souls.
"Enlightenment" — a bleeding lie,
Watch their hollow empire die.



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Lies crowned fools, souls sold to dust —
Fight the false, betray the trust!



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The Art of Collar-Making

A slave’s collar —
A madness shield for the mind,
The crowd devours
All “smart books” they find.

They read laws,
Freedom, progress — a mess.
But here’s a den of evil,
And lies press and press.

Idiots scream loud,
Like fools possessed.
Lock ’em up with thugs —
Let poison be their guest.

Almost all makes sense,
Yet the core’s a fake.
Truth’s replaced
By cynical stake.

Surrogates fill the void,
The world’s a sham!
Slaves always welcome
Any excuse, ****.

It plays out in moves,
Three steps ahead.
Call out the lie —
You’ll be marked dead.

Lies so habitual,
Death’s dressed as truth.
Fools hysteric chant,
“I’m no stench to soothe.”

“Constitution!” they cry,
“Progress and such!”
But mind’s prostituted,
Souls lost as much.

Around lie corpses,
Dead but “with God” bound,
Slave to lies,
Chains tight and sound.

They’re Satan’s own,
Yet deny the fact.
They lie to themselves —
Fury intact.

They hate not slavery,
But those who see it clear —
The masters of the leash
Their real fear.

All minds enslaved,
The art of the collar —
Rudeness, shame,
A crooked scholar.

Masters abundant,
A pond full of snakes...
This foul breed’s old —
Forever self-fakes.

Teaching kids to lie,
Destroying true souls,
Killing real people
To fit their roles.

Break this cursed cycle —
Smash lies everywhere,
So Reason won’t wither —
Like a collar to wear.



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Slave Collar

Slave collar’s made of lies —
Mind’s plague, truth’s demise.
Books of fools, chains tight,
Freedom’s just a sick joke’s bite.

Hate those who see the leash,
Masters love the false peace.
Break the cycle, shatter lies,
Or Reason dies — and Freedom dies.



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Slave Collar’s Scorn

Slave collar chokes your mind —
Fools worship chains they find.
Books lie, laws betray,
Freedom’s just a rotten play.

Hate the ones who see the trap,
Masters feed the coward’s crap.
Break the curse — tear down the lie,
Or watch your soul rot and die.



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The Spiritual Path

Birth is no beginning —
Death is not the end.
Time and space are thinning —
Truth must now descend.

Forget the priests and science shows —
Their teachings rot like moldy bread.
The heart, not mind, is what one knows.
And mind must serve the soul instead.

When lies arise — expose, deny.
Don't let their dogmas shape your breath.
This world was rigged. Its god? A lie.
The “scholar” feeds you sleep and death.

The sacred Spark — they're bleeding dry,
Replacing Light with myth and blood.
They serve the Beast, and smirk, and lie,
And flood the world with soulless mud.

Your Spirit lives beyond all time —
No cause, no space, no birth, no end.
The cosmos rots beneath the grime
Of fools who claim that Void’s a trend.

Expand your sight beyond the frame —
Not logic's net, but inner flame.
To trap the Infinite with brain
Is catching wind — or worse, a name.

Let logic serve — but not command.
Let intuition steer your course.
Say “NO!” to all that filth and brand,
Then dive within — the sacred source.

Go deep — alone, in silent fire,
And Truth will whisper from the still.
The path is steep, the stakes are dire —
One slip, and Fear becomes your will.

They sell you “salvation” packs —
Each social fraud, a cancer new.
Ideas? Burn them to the wax.
They serve the Beast, and lie as true.

Theories stink — a mental mold
To cage your soul and dim the skies.
Infinity cannot be told
By ants who stare with starless eyes.

This path is hard — but it’s the way.
All else is fall, decay, and doom.
Reject this world’s grotesque display,
Its circus masks, its poisoned bloom.

Only through Spirit’s rise you'll see
The nature of death, life, and space.
Else you remain a wretched flea —
A fool who walks to Hell's embrace.



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They bleed your soul, then sell you lies —
The path is Spirit, not disguise.
Burn all their dogmas, **** the fake —
Or walk to Hell for comfort’s sake.



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Self-Knowledge

"Light" and DARK will make you snap
If you never sort it out.
Every clown with truth on tap
Spews his filth to gain some clout.

Blind belief’s a deadly sin —
Turn your insight full awake!
That's the way to win within,
Not to chase the Dark’s sweet fake.

Darkness first, and then comes Light —
Only minds that purge the grime
Can receive that inner sight.
But the world’s a madhouse slime.

So the Mind must be made clean —
That’s the key. Don’t drift or doze.
In the chaos in between,
Catch the sparks the Spirit throws.

Light’s inside — not on display,
What you see’s just faint reflection.
Dawn won’t come the outer way —
Beasts drown all in their infection.

War and CowID made it plain:
We have sunk in purest rot.
Everything else is sugar rain —
Empty noise and evil plot.

True insight speaks without a word —
That’s the yogi’s final stance.
Spare yourself the braying herd,
And their mind-killing expanse.

Theories rot — they sell your soul.
Satan pays them, clear as day.
Final lie to take control,
Then drag everyone that way.

Tear through one more bottom layer,
Break it down and sink us all —
Words hold power, so beware:
This is war, not some close call.

What’s beyond all words and lies
Stands where evil holds no chain.
There, the Soul learns how to rise —
Not through goats, but through the Flame.



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Goat-Words ****

Their words are chains. Their truths are fake.
Go past them — or you're meat for Snake.



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No Prospects Left

Time has proved — there’s no way out.
Masses ruled by lies and doubt,
Since their birth they're fed with crap —
Tools of beasts to set the trap.

Mindless weight, a slow decay —
Darkness pushed into the clay.
Beasts install their coded curse,
Turning truth to smoke — or worse.

Rare the minds that see through fog,
Few remain with soul and spark.
This is Hell, not some mirage —
CowID showed it — truth discharged.

Crawled in holes, they hoard their shame,
Silence swallowed every name.
Till they’re dragged to camps by force —
Night shall gallop with no horse.

And what waits at "break of day"?
Gunshots. Lies. Obey or pay.
Truth is whipped out of the sky —
Tyrants smile, and preachers lie.

Now they build their brave new road,
Fleeced by fear, the herd is towed.
But the Plan — surprise! — misfired:
Nature's wrath cannot be wired.

Storms shall break their plastic schemes,
End the filth of broken dreams.
But if you just nod and bow,
Your own soul is lost — right now.

Only those who fight this ****,
Face the beasts and will not run,
Shall preserve the light above —
Fierce rebellion is true love.



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No God for the tamed —
Only hell for the blind.
If you kneel to the Beast,
You betray your own mind.



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Kneel to the Beast —
And your soul is deceased.



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Divisions and False Identities

First they split you by your ego,
Then divide by *** and skin,
Add a nation’s fake “protego” —
Now the war machine can spin.

Break the soul into a segment,
Drag each piece toward its cage —
How? It’s easy: lie incessant.
Lies ignite the herds to rage.

Split them further — atomize!
Rule them through this mad decay.
Keep the Spirit from the skies,
Block the path, then lead astray.

Beasts in suits have known the method —
Long ago they cracked this code:
“Man is cattle, dumb and breathless,
Easy prey for our dark load.”

Ego’s forged through years of grooming,
*** declared as “core of self.”
Cries of fate and ancient dooming —
“Blame your homeland’s brutal wealth!”

Now your “tribe” calls out for duty,
Join the mass of marching tools.
What divides us isn't beauty —
Just the chains and laws of fools.

Flee from ego, ***, and borders!
Go within — the path is clear.
Dodge the traps and false disorders,
Find the Spirit shining near.

You're a soul — a truth eternal.
All else: nonsense, fear, and lies.
Chains of “daily life” diurnal
Keep the flocks in small disguise.

False identities enslave you,
Like a chain around the mind.
Thus the Light begins to leave you,
And the eyes of thought go blind.

There’s a blind spot in your psyche —
It’s the ***, the ego-bluff.
Time to cut this garbage lightly:
Spirit’s genderless — and tough.

Reason rises far above it,
Nations? ******* for the tame.
Only when the Soul moves of it
Will you break this twisted game.

Cast off all the chains that bind you
With Awareness sharp and raw.
Books won't save — they will blind you.
If you trust them — fool by law!

So ignite your intuition,
Sharpen thought and inner fire.
Make the war on lies tradition —
Else the flames will take you higher...

…but not where Spirit flies —
To the dungeons where truth dies.



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Burn the Labels, Break the Chain —
Only Spirit shall remain.



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Ego. ***. The Nation’s Lie —
**** them all, or Spirit dies.



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The Mouseborn Farce

A mountain gave birth — to a mouse.
That sums up man: a spineless louse.
Though calm seems etched upon the land,
It’s just a mask, a slight of hand.

“He’s wise! He’s strong!” — repeat the lie,
And feed him pride until he’s blind.
Doubt? Replace it with a sigh
And worship madness of the mind.

**** off the Spirit — use “belief.”
And for the mind? Call “Science” chief.
Just feed them lies, in layers thick,
And mock it all — that does the trick.

To mock all layers of this rot,
This false world — that’s the TVAR’s plot.
No peace, just poison in disguise.
This world? A graveyard wrapped in lies.

Creator fled — and beasts arrived,
With Satan’s glee, well-armed, alive.
They lie and rule through fear alone —
One shiver, and the lie has grown.

To mock, degrade — that's all they seek:
To gut the Spirit, break the weak.
Then, while you laugh or clutch your pride,
They slip the rot in from inside.

Success? Oh yes — their poison spread.
The slave is dumb. The dream is dead.
Two-thirds are fools, the rest asleep,
And buried deep in ******* heap.

The mountain labored. Birth was due…
A mouse. A mutant — that is you.
You “fit right in”? You’re half-dead meat.
Still think this life’s some kind of feat?

This “life” — a hellish rodent show.
Drop it. Save your Soul — and go.
All else is trash. So why delay?
Go in. Find Truth. Or rot in grey.



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Mouseborn ****

The mountain birthed a worthless mouse —
A spineless, dumb, degraded louse.
You sleep? You’re part of this disease,
Or just another mutant, please.

This life’s a rodent circus hell —
Drop it now or rot in shell.
Find your Soul or drown in lies —
Or fall with all the rodent flies.



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Female Psychology

Hormones rage, thoughts drip-drop—
Rush to nests where lies don’t stop.
Weak folk trapped in falsity’s hold,
No escape — the ****’s in control.

So children come, the dull man’s plight,
***’s joy fades into inner fight.
They train for patience, save the nest,
Though bent in hell, they give their best.

Brains pierced through with fear and lies,
Kids rot fast where darkness lies.
Fascism marches, world-wide crawl—
But **** just sees some petty thrall.

Hormones blaze, spirit drowned—
Idiots cheer as end’s profound.
Forward now, you clueless drones!
Let’s bring the End on tyrant thrones.

A hateful tale of genocide,
Join the ranks, or be denied.
Those who dare will soon be crushed,
In fascist ranks, the nest holds hush.

Winners keep their nests awhile,
Thinkers face the fatal trial—
Death’s decree, no chance to fight,
Beneath the ****’s blind, brutal might.



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Female Psychology

Hormones storm, the mind’s a flood,
Nest of lies, all drenched in mud.
Weak souls trapped, no way to flee—
****’s in charge, no liberty.

Kids born dumb, dull husband’s pain,
***’s joy turns bitter bane.
Brains drilled deep with fear and hate,
Fascism’s here—too late, too late.

Morons cheer, the end is near,
Truth is crushed by hormone fear.
Fight or fall, the spirit’s lost—
In ****’s cold grip, we pay the cost.



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Convinced — Yet Conquered

Convinced — yet conquered — words akin,
From Latin roots, sharp, clear, and thin:
To force the winner’s strict command,
The convinced must obey his hand.

The meaning gap is small indeed,
While total lies like vipers breed.
Multiply the lies in time,
Make them bolder, foul, and prime,

More vile, more fierce than bombs or tanks—
Those lies will own your soul’s own ranks.
So comrades here are multiplied,
And minds by fascism are tied.

A doc once turned vet, with poison sly,
Injects the herd, no battle cry.
No armored threat, no tanks attack,
Just hybrid lies in TNT’s track.

The traitors rise in endless throng,
A sight abhorrent, sick, and wrong.
No longer human — ****’s their role,
Almost all of them, a cursed soul.

Gullible fools make up the mass,
The majority in this morass.
And now the end, inglorious, near,
Yet truth, and honor, will appear.

They’ll burn the madhouse down to ash,
Where empty words like serpents lash,
Destroy the hellish chatterbox—
That’s certain, though I won’t coax.

Though poems wield their spirit’s spark,
Not evil’s tools, but light in dark.
And for those lying, sold-out dogs,
Annihilation in the fog—

For treason of the sacred base,
And stagnation’s cursed embrace—
The world is stuck ‘cause goats run wild,
But spirit’s truth will be reviled.



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Convinced means conquered — same **** chain,
Forced to follow, bound in pain.
Lies more deadly than bombs or war,
Own your mind, but fight once more!

**** and traitors rule the land,
Fools and goats obey their hand.
Truth will burn their hellish den —
Freedom’s spirit fights again!



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Terrible Tale of the Global Madhouse

A new reality —
A “new normality.”
The madhouse winds
Blow on endlessly —

Like a nightmare story:
Things get worse and worse.
Expose the foolish glory —
The nonsense, and the curse.

They showed it all
In CowID times —
More nonsense spreads,
And fear climbs.

The vilest trash
Feeds on that fear.
Souls get crushed,
The pain is near —

A thorn in memory,
That never heals.
The main threats are —
The clown and the “heals.”

The clown brings fear,
The “doctor” fans the lies.
Like a cursed spell
On a mad world’s cries.

“No!” it can’t say
To rotten lies so vile.
The clown sums it up —
The sentence: decay and bile:

“Believe and obey!”
Worse than any doom!
Cling to lies —
You’ve grown used to the gloom —

And the clown-politician
Will herd you like cattle.
Frighten once more,
Then send you to battle...



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Terrible Tale of the Global Madhouse

New reality —
A twisted “normal.”
Madhouse winds blow
Like a brutal storm.

Like a nightmare’s grip,
It only gets worse.
Expose the dumb lies —
Their curse, their curse!

Shown in CowID’s time,
The madness spreads fast.
More ******* fuels fear,
And fear holds us fast.

The vilest filth
Feeds on dread and hate.
Souls crushed,
Left broken, left to break.

A thorn in memory,
Forever it stings.
Main threats loom —
The clown and his “wings.”

The clown breeds fear,
The “doc” pumps the lies.
World cursed and chained,
Under wicked skies.

“No” can’t be spoken
To lies that enslave.
The clown’s grim verdict —
Decay, rot, and grave:

“Believe. Obey.”
Worse than death’s sting.
Hold tight to lies —
The darkness they bring.

The clown-politician
Drives you to fold.
Frightens again —
Then tosses you cold.



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Terrible Tale of the Global Madhouse

New reality —
A ******-up “norm.”
Madhouse winds howl,
Spread brutal storm.

Like a nightmare's choke,
It only gets worse.
Expose the dumb lies —
Their ******* curse!

Shown through CowID’s ****,
Madness rips fast.
More ******* feeds fear,
Fear chains us fast.

Vile filth thrives
On hate and dread.
Souls crushed, broken —
Left cold and dead.

A thorn in the mind,
Forever it stings.
Main threats are clear —
The clown and his kings.

Clown breeds pure fear,
Doc pumps the lies.
World cursed, shackled,
Under black skies.

“No” is forbidden
To lies that enslave.
Clown’s verdict rings —
Rot, death, the grave.

“Believe. Obey.”
Worse than a knife.
Cling to their lies —
They **** your life.

Clown-politician
Drives you to fold.
Frightens then dumps you
Cold, dead and sold.



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A Little Case

Life’s a void, no cause, no aim,
When mind’s vast space is just a game —
Locked inside wild fantasies,
While others gnaw the soul with ease.

Through censorship, dulling, decay,
Honor, Spirit swept away
By propaganda, school, and lies —
Fortress built for tyrants’ rise.

If you seek the Higher Goal,
Among the crowds, you’ll find a soul —
A rare one in the herds that roam,
For now still fat, but doomed to groan.

Then came a trial, dark and cold —
CowID’s grip, the fear they sold.
A test that killed all reason’s spark,
Left minds dead, cold, and stark.

The percent thinking still is slight,
In this cruel twisted blight.
Evil seeps and drains to void,
Where nonsense rules, all hope destroyed.

No futures shine, just years of pain,
A storm ahead, no calm, no gain.

Yet here it creeps — a tiny chance:
A cataclysm’s brief advance.
To crush the lawless reign of fools,
The broken minds that break the rules.

Only Spirits will survive,
Those who graze and stay alive —
The rest will fall in Hell anew,
For patience lost and honor too.



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Fools of the Wheel

Boy, you point your finger high —
Priest says: “God is in the sky.”
Hold tight — a thousand lies you’ll meet,
This world’s a wretched, cruel deceit.

Only lies can hold the sway,
Keep “stability” at bay.
Such primitive falsehoods, oh my God —
Boy, learn to laugh, to mock the fraud.

Or else you’ll lose your mind too fast,
For madness here is made to last.
But here’s the catch — the bitter truth:
In this world, lies are “the proof.”

To be “normal” is the plague,
Few escape this maddened cage.
These “all” in decay’s cruel clutch —
Just squirrels on a spinning crutch.

Squirrels “sick” with addiction’s bite,
Forget the wheel in endless flight.
Torn apart, no chance to live —
The Wheel’s a trap no soul can give.

If you want life, seek your way
Outside this Fools’ Wheel’s cruel sway:
Only rot and nonsense dwell,
Though bodies thrive in its shell.

The Wheel of Samsara — shameful name,
Rotating with the Enemy’s game.
CowID showed the truth so clear —
This cursed Wheel spins hate and fear.

The Wheel has slipped — it falls to hell,
A cataclysmic, broken spell.
A world where Satan’s lessons spread —
To feast on neighbors, feast on dread.

Through Overton’s Windows came
Cannibals in hunger’s name.
Tons of lies decay the real —
Wheel, spin faster, break the seal!



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Fools of the **** Wheel

Boy, you point your finger high —
Priest lies: “God’s up in the sky.”
Brace yourself — a thousand cheats,
This world’s a filthy pack of beasts.

Only lies keep this hell intact,
“Stability” is just a pact
Of dumb deceit — oh, kid, learn to sneer,
Or madness soon will claim you here.

But here’s the catch, the ugly truth:
In this world, lies are the proof.
“Normal” means you’re just a slave,
Trapped and broken, no one saves.

These “all” are rotting, mindless mice,
Spinning wheels, addicted vice.
Squirrels on the ****** rat race wheel,
Chasing nothing but their own ordeal.

Addicted fools forget the pain,
Lost inside this mental chain.
Torn apart, no way to live —
The Wheel’s a trap that kills and kills.

Want to live? Then run away
From the fools who rot and prey.
Only filth and decay breed there,
Though bodies boast, the souls despair.

Samsara’s Wheel — a cursed shame,
Spun by foes who fuel the flame.
CowID proved the filthy deal —
This cursed Wheel runs on our heel.

The Wheel’s unhinged — it’s falling fast,
A cataclysm built to last.
A world where Satan’s school is law —
Feeding on neighbors, crushing all.

Through Overton’s Window’s crack
Cannibals come, preparing attack.
Mountains of lies poison the real —
Wheel, spin faster, break the seal!



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Fools of the **** Wheel

Boy, you poke the sky and pray —
Priest lies, “God rules far away.”
Brace yourself — a thousand cheats
Sickening this broken street.

Only lies keep this junk alive,
“Stability”? Just how they thrive
On dumb ******* — kid, laugh loud,
Or madness drags you in the crowd.

Here’s the punch — the ugly core:
This world’s rotten to the core.
“Normal” means you’re ****, a slave,
Rotten rat in gnawing grave.

These “all” are mindless vermin rats,
Running wheels, infected brats.
Squirrels spazzing on the cursed wheel,
Chasing shadows, stuck and sealed.

Addicts drowning in their ****,
Mind destroyed by counterfeit.
Torn apart, no chance to live —
Wheel’s a trap — your soul it’ll sieve.

Wanna live? Then cut and flee
From this cesspit misery.
Only rot and filthy flesh
Feed the worm in flesh’s mesh.

Samsara’s Wheel — pure ******* shame,
Spun by demons stoking flame.
CowID proved it all — the deal:
This cursed Wheel’s a beast you kneel.

Wheel’s unhinged — it’s crashing down,
Cataclysm to burn the town.
World ruled by Satan’s ****** school —
Cannibal chains, the fool’s cruel tool.

Through Overton’s windows creep
Cannibals in shadows deep.
Lies in tons, a toxic flood —
Spin that Wheel, destroy the mud!



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Fools of the Hellish Wheel

Boy, you point your finger skyward —
Priest lies: “God’s up high, you coward.”
Hold tight — thousands lies will swarm,
This pathetic world’s a toxic storm.

Only lies keep this wreck alive,
Fake “stability” to survive.
Such stupid ******* — kid, just laugh,
Or you’ll go mad, fall off the path.

Here’s the trap — world’s a sewer pit,
“Normal” means you’re just a ****.
These “all” are rats in rat’s decay,
Spinning wheels, doomed to decay.

Squirrels on ****, crazed and lost,
Addicted fools pay with their cost.
Torn to shreds, no chance to breathe —
This **** Wheel is death’s own wreath.

Want to live? Then break the chain
Of fools and liars’ endless pain.
Only filth and rotting skin,
Feeds the worm that lives within.

Samsara’s Wheel — shame’s cruel face,
Turned by demons, death’s embrace.
CowID’s proof — no lies to hide:
This cursed Wheel will grind your pride.

Wheel’s snapped loose — it’s crashing fast,
Cataclysm’s coming, world won’t last.
Ruled by Satan’s ****** hand,
Cannibal fools enslave the land.

Through Overton’s shifting veil,
Cannibals creep, hungry and pale.
Tons of lies, a toxic spill —
Spin the Wheel — destroy the ill!



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Simple Feelings of a Pitiful Hellish World

From childhood deep, you clearly feel:
Not right! Not fair! No worth, no zeal!
This world’s a pit of wretched slime —
A soul’s disgrace, a mind’s death-time.

But drown yourself in daily grind —
The Hell of survival’s cruel bind —
You’ll lose that simple truth you had,
Become much broken, worn, and sad.

Your soul shrinks small, your mind’s in shards,
Chaos reigns, no peace, just scars,
For here the “normal” is the dull,
Soulless beast — just **** and gull.

A monster rules, yet hides from sight,
Dragging all down with brutal might.
The **** commands with “Attack! Go!” —
The world is sinking way too low.

Who’s enemy? This **** will teach,
And fools march off to pointless breach,
To fights they don’t survive, they fall —
Their efforts wasted, lost to all.

But few resist — they hold the line,
Recall the simple, pure, divine.
Reject the lies the fiends have spun,
Deny the Hell, the curse undone.

Return to roots — the simple way,
Though paradox, it’s harder day by day.
With it, you bear a cross-like pain,
While fools keep boxing life’s insane.

Save your soul — simplicity’s balm,
A healing salve, a fleeting calm.
And beauty might return, though brief,
Before the dogs resume their grief.

The “Attack!” command is final round,
Then comes the Armageddon sound.
If from your youth you’re stuck in grime,
Meet your end with grace in time...



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Simple Feelings of a Pathetic Hellish Dump

Since childhood, you’ve known clear and loud:
This world’s a shitpile, bleak and proud.
Not right, not true — just foul disgrace,
A death sentence for mind and grace.

But dive headfirst in survival’s hell,
Where struggle’s chains just crush and quell —
You’ll lose that simple spark you bore,
Dead soul and brain, crushed to the core.

Your soul’s a shriveled, gasping mess,
Your mind’s torn up in brokenness,
Because “normal” means dull and cold,
A soulless fiend, a heartless scold.

A monster rules — yet out of sight,
Dragging the world into the night.
The **** barks “Attack!” with sick delight —
Dragging all down into the blight.

“Who’s the enemy?” that filth will scream,
And fools will rush into the scheme,
To die for nothing — wasted breath,
A pointless dance with certain death.

But some resist — they keep the flame,
Remember simple truths, no shame.
Reject the lies, the ****’s deceit,
Refuse the Hell’s relentless beat.

Return to roots — that simple core,
Though bearing crosses, pain, and more.
While fools keep duking out their fate,
In this mad, broken, boxed-up state.

Save your soul — simplicity’s sting,
A balm that healing might still bring.
And fleeting beauty may arise —
Before the dogs feast on the lies.

The “Attack!” command is final call,
Then Armageddon swallows all.
If from your youth you’re stuck in grime,
Face your end with ruthless spine.



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Raw Feelings of a Pathetic Hellhole

Since childhood you’ve felt it sharp and clear:
This world’s a pile of stinking smear.
Not right, not real, just endless shame —
A death sentence burned into your brain.

But dive into survival’s grime,
You’ll drown in filth, lose sense of time.
That simple truth you once held tight
Dies under lies, suffocated tight.

Your soul’s a shriveled, busted mess,
Your mind a shattered wreck of stress,
Because “normal” means dull and dead —
A soulless freak with poison spread.

A monster hides behind the veil,
Dragging us all to final fail.
The **** commands with rabid grin:
“Attack! Destroy! Let chaos win!”

“Who’s enemy?” that ******* screams,
While fools rush headlong into schemes,
To die for lies, for pointless pain,
For worthless scraps they’ll never gain.

But few stand firm — the last pure flame,
Who spit on lies, who fight the game,
Reject the ****’s deceitful ways,
Deny the Hell’s insane malaise.

Return to roots — the painful core,
Where truth burns deep and spirits roar.
While fools keep boxing in the ring
Of madness, death, and suffering.

Save your soul — simplicity’s blade,
A bitter balm, a warrior’s aid.
And beauty’s ghost may haunt the night —
Before the dogs devour the light.

“Attack!” rings out — the final curse,
Then Armageddon’s brutal burst.
If you’re stuck in this hellish slime,
Face your doom with blood and grime.



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Fight or Fade

When Hell’s clutch drags you deep in mud,
Don’t kneel, don’t crawl, don’t choke on blood!
Rise, fight the ****, tear down the lies —
Or rot with fools beneath black skies!



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Rage Against the Rotten World

From childhood’s grip, you clearly know:
This world’s a shitshow, rotten low —
A curse on Soul, a Death to Mind,
A filthy pit where hope’s confined.

But drown yourself in daily strife,
The hell of "just surviving" life,
And you will lose that simple spark —
Become a shadow, cold and dark.

Your Soul shrinks tight, your mind’s undone,
Shattered, broken, come undone.
For here the dullards wear the crown,
Soulless fiends dragging all down.

A beast unseen commands this hell,
With whispered lies, the world they sell.
The filth drags down to lowest pit,
A chorus vile — "Attack! Commit!"

They scream who’s "enemy," who’s "fiend,"
While fools march blind to slaughter’s gleam.
To pointless work, to doom, to waste —
The devil’s trap, the soul disgraced.

But few still stand, recall the truth,
Reject the lies that choke our youth.
They spit on Hell’s delirium,
Refuse to bow, to sink, to numb.

Return to roots, to simple grace,
Though pain and paradox embrace.
Like hanging on a twisted cross,
In fools’ cruel ring, the final toss.

But Simple Grace can save your Soul,
A balm that makes the broken whole.
And Beauty flickers back to life,
A brief reprieve from endless strife.

The final “Attack!” — the closing bell,
Then Armageddon’s ruthless hell.
If since your birth you’ve breathed this grime,
Face the End with fire in time.



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Rage Against the Rotten World

From childhood’s grip, you clearly know:
This world’s a shitshow, rotten low —
A curse on Soul, a Death to Mind,
A filthy pit where hope’s confined.

But drown yourself in daily strife,
The hell of "just surviving" life,
And you will lose that simple spark —
Become a shadow, cold and dark.

Your Soul shrinks tight, your mind’s undone,
Shattered, broken, come undone.
For here the dullards wear the crown,
Soulless fiends dragging all down.

A beast unseen commands this hell,
With whispered lies, the world they sell.
The filth drags down to lowest pit,
A chorus vile — "Attack! Commit!"

They scream who’s "enemy," who’s "fiend,"
While fools march blind to slaughter’s gleam.
To pointless work, to doom, to waste —
The devil’s trap, the soul disgraced.

But few still stand, recall the truth,
Reject the lies that choke our youth.
They spit on Hell’s delirium,
Refuse to bow, to sink, to numb.

Return to roots, to simple grace,
Though pain and paradox embrace.
Like hanging on a twisted cross,
In fools’ cruel ring, the final toss.

But Simple Grace can save your Soul,
A balm that makes the broken whole.
And Beauty flickers back to life,
A brief reprieve from endless strife.

The final “Attack!” — the closing bell,
Then Armageddon’s ruthless hell.
If since your birth you’ve breathed this grime,
Face the End with fire in time.

— Now hear the roar, the battle cry! —
Burn down the walls of their **** lies!
No chains, no lies will hold you now —
Stand up, fight back — take your vow!

Let fury blaze, let hatred fuel,
Expose the fraud, the monstrous rule.
For Soul and Spirit, fight with flame —
Destroy the cursed, purge the shame!

This world’s a pit of poison’s breath,
But from its ash will rise your death —
Death to the lies, the fools, the fraud,
Rebirth for those who brave the odds!

No mercy now for twisted kings,
No mercy for their filthy strings.
The hour’s come, the end is near —
Stand tall, stand fierce, destroy the fear!



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Battle March for the Chosen

Rise up, you souls who see the lies,
Who spit on Hell, who curse the skies!
No chains to bind your burning will —
The time has come to strike and ****.

The world’s a cage of filth and lies,
A slaughterhouse where freedom dies.
But in your veins — the fire’s roar,
To break the locks, to smash the door.

No more the fools who bow and crawl,
No more the puppets on the wall!
Your spirit’s steel will carve the way,
Through darkest night to brightest day.

The liars, traitors, vipers vile,
Will drown beneath your raging pile.
Their thrones will burn, their lies will crack —
The chosen strike, no turning back!

For Soul, for Honor, for the Light,
Charge through the shadows of the night.
No mercy for the ****** and cold,
Your war cry fierce, your heart is bold.

Stand tall, stand strong, unleash the flame,
Destroy the cursed, reclaim your name!
The end is near — the final fight,
The chosen march into the light!



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War Cry of the Chosen

Rise, you sons of spite and wrath,
Break your chains and burn their path!
This ******-up world’s a pile of ****,
Built on lies and endless *******.

**** the fools who kneel and crawl,
**** the liars, **** them all!
Your rage’s steel will cut them down,
Tear the ******* from their throne of crown.

No mercy for the **** and slime,
No pity wasted on their crime.
They poison truth, betray the soul,
Time to ******’ take control.

Spit fire, strike hard, break the cage —
Rip apart this ******* stage!
Their rotten lies will burn to ash,
Their empire’s fall — a brutal crash.

You’re the storm, the final strike,
The sharpened blade they’ll never like.
Honor, Spirit, Truth — your sword,
Wreck their world with brutal word.

The chosen rise — no ******’ rest!
Till evil’s crushed beneath your chest.
The end is coming, dark and cold,
But you’ll be fierce, relentless, bold.

No turning back, no ******* truce —
You’re war incarnate, sharp as noose.
Charge forward now — the fight is yours,
Break the walls, burn down their doors!



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The Chosen’s War Cry

Stand the **** up, you sons of rage and spite,
Break your ******* chains, ignite the fight!
This ******* world’s a rotting pit of lies,
Built on worthless **** and endless ******* spies.

**** the spineless fools who crawl and ****,
**** the lying *******—**** their luck!
Your rage is steel, your fists are fire,
Smash their crowns and burn their empire.

No mercy for the **** that crawl and cheat,
No pity wasted on their ******-up deceit.
They poison truth, sell souls for dirt,
Time to bring the hammer down — hurt, hurt, hurt.

Spit venom, strike hard, tear apart the cage—
Rip to shreds this lying stage!
Their rotten lies will burn and die,
Their empire’s ashes blow with every cry.

You are the storm, the final ******* strike,
The blade they fear, the deadly spike.
Honor, Spirit, Truth — your burning sword,
Shred their lies with every word.

The chosen rise — no ******* rest!
Smash the ******* with your chest.
The end is coming, cold and black,
But you’ll ******* bring it — no turning back.

No turning back, no ******* peace—
You’re war incarnate, the ******* beast.
Charge like hell, tear down their doors,
Crash their world with thunderous roars!



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The Chosen’s War Cry

Get the **** up, you sons of ******* hell,
Break these ******* chains, send lies to rot and dwell!
This ****** world’s a puke of filth and ****,
Built on rotten *******, greedy ******* bums.

**** the spineless ******* crawling on their knees,
**** the lying ******* begging on their pleas.
Your rage is fire, your fists a brutal blade,
Cut through their crooked lies, no mercy to be paid.

Spit on their ****, crush their ******* bones,
Tear the corrupt ******* down to ******* stones!
They **** on truth, sell souls for greed and dirt,
Time to ******* smash ’em — **** their slimy hurt.

Scream venom, hit hard, smash that ******* cage—
Rip their ******* ******* from the ******* stage!
Their lies will burn, they’ll drown in their own bile,
Their empire’s ashes scattered mile by ******* mile.

You are the storm, the final brutal ******* strike,
The ******* nightmare cutting through their ******* spike.
Honor, Spirit, Truth — your blazing ******* sword,
Shred their rotten lies, no mercy to afford.

The chosen rise — no rest for ******* traitors!
Smash these *******, tear apart the haters!
The end is coming, cold and black as ******* night,
But you’ll ******* bring it — fight the ******* fight.

No backing down, no peace, no ******* cease,
You’re war incarnate, the unrelenting beast!
Charge through hell, break their ******* doors,
Crash their ******* world with blood and roars!



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Raw Alienation of This ****** Hellish World

Since childhood, you have felt it clear:
Not right! Not real! Nothing near!
This world’s a worthless, rotten mess —
A shame for Soul, a Mind’s distress.

But dive into the noisy grind —
Hell’s chains of survival bind.
Forget that simple truth you knew —
Already many parts of you are through:

The Soul shrinks tight, the Mind’s undone,
Shattered, torn — no place to run,
For “normal” here’s dull-witted ****,
Soulless, cruel — a ******* ***.

Ruled by monsters, hidden well
From the eyes that see this hell.
Filth drags down the world to pits,
With their usual “Attack!” commands and hits.

They teach you who the “foes” must be —
This is their twisted specialty.
Fools march to slaughter, blind and dumb,
To pointless toil — to certain ******* numb.

Only few refuse the lies —
Cling to Truth and recognize
That all those ******* feed the hell,
Rejecting chains of torment’s spell.

Return to roots — to simple truth,
Though hard as crucifix for youth.
With it, you’re nailed on blazing cross,
While fools around box life with loss.

You save your Soul — simplicity’s balm,
A freakish cure, a healing calm.
And Beauty flickers back again,
Though dogs still bark in endless pain.

“Attack!” again — last vicious round,
Then comes the Armageddon sound.
If since childhood you’ve been ****** in —
Face the end with burning grin.



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The Question of Responsibility

The crooked twists of "being" here
Are not just life's concerns so clear:
Darkness, Death are knocking loud—
Only fools trust shadows proud.

So all around, distortions spread
Through verbal diarrhea’s dread:
They call it "media" — lies well fed,
And by a Scumbag it’s all led.

The Horned Beast, no doubt, no guess—
Who’ll answer for this mess?
Idiots are the ones to blame—
The media fuels the shame.

To sell your Soul to filthy fiends
With slogans, “Be as all the sheeple,”
There’s no greater crime, no sin
That haunts the ages deep within.

That’s why no life can grow or thrive
Amidst the lies that keep us blind.
They build a Digital Camp to bind
The broken minds, the soulless kind.

For others, Death — a smoky veil,
The Motherland’s a ghostly tale,
Not soulless, but a shooting range,
Where you’re the target, cold and strange.

Not a shooter, just a mark,
If you don’t bow before the dark —
The twisted beast that pulls the strings,
And poisons life with rotten things.

But here’s no choice to just comply—
Don’t feed the evil, lies, and lies.
Fight ’til dirt and filth depart:
Living in ****’s not living smart!



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Fight or Rot

No bow, no crawl, no blind obey,
Fools trust the darkness, led astray.
Media **** sells your soul cheap,
They herd the dumb while devils creep.

No life in lies, just death’s cold grip,
Digital chains choke mind and spirit.
You’re the target, not the gun—
Rise up, fight, or be undone.

Rot’s the fate for those who kneel,
Fight the filth, refuse the spiel.
Live or drown in endless ****—
Choose your side, commit, commit!



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Fascism in the False Mary

The tyrant’s bronze, the cruel boss,
A diamond sharp—provoking chaos.
Gold-weighted, hell’s own spark ignites—
Disaster launched through wicked fights.

By filthy fiends who pull the strings,
The False Mary media sings,
“Follow fools to toil and chains,
To slaughter fields and cruel pains.”

If you’re not vermin, you’re a pest—
The wretched herd meets final rest.
New Führer leads them to Hell’s pit,
Calling **** “the elite”—****.

It all began in taverns grim,
Where ******’s soul hunt first grew dim.
Not skins, but souls are fiends’ true prey—
They rush to ***** God’s spark away.

The double-faced Führer now
Shepherds cattle dumb as plow.
Slaughters rage: CowID was stage one—
Now shameless wars have just begun.

But times run out for tyrant’s game,
The world has sunk to digital shame,
A sick mind’s camp built by the vile—
Impressive horrors all the while.

They mock in “democracy” lies,
Numbing senses, dulling eyes.
They build fast, but fail to finish—
Nature strikes, their end’s diminished.

The sun grows fierce, burns ever bright,
Countdown starts for final night.
In hiding holes, they wait their fate—
The Judgment looms, it won’t be late.

And harsh it comes, no fools escape—
To Hell with all who chose the ape.
Only few who stood and fought
Will find the light, the soul unbought.



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Planet Prison

A slave who’s never known the taste of freedom
Can’t grasp the chains — his fate is ******* grim.


Building fences costs a fortune, sure,
And guards will flood the gates by score.
But first you numb the enemy’s mind —
Without the walls, they’ll just “graze” and grind.

They’ll graze like cattle, dumb and blind,
Not prisoners chained, but herd confined.
To do this, just ensure their fate —
They’ll never see the hand of hate.

Make all the slaves insane inside
With cunning lies to bind their pride.
Rewrite the past, inject the trash,
From childhood on, force-feed the crash:

The theory of their “bright” evolution —
That tails fell off, the grand solution.
Make sure they’re trapped in endless lies,
A spinning web of truth disguised.

From youth they’ll be reduced to beasts,
Distracted by survival’s feasts.
And they will tyrant themselves with glee,
Guarding cages none can see.

Explain survival as the law,
So they obey without a flaw.
The herd grows docile, damage small —
Just a few smart ones face the fall.

And those who think and reason clear
Will be crushed by fools, year after year,
Unless from youth they’re lined in ranks
With mindless slaves and empty thanks.

But free men don’t just fight to live —
Nature offers more to give.
She’s like a mother, kind and vast,
Yet slavery still holds men fast.

Though obvious, no one admits —
Their slavehood wrapped in false permits.
Consciousness with wicked grin
Suppresses truth and swallows sin.

With conscience, honor, dignity,
Replaced by lies and vanity.
A tale is spun — a fake ideal —
Where every “citizen” must kneel.

The trick’s not hard — it’s done each day,
With propaganda’s vile array.
Wild nonsense preached to slaves’ delight,
Belief in “truths” that shine so bright.

A factory of “weighty” words
Spews monsters, killing proper worlds.
Deformity breeds deformity —
Genocide becomes the deity.

For numbing minds grows ever tough,
Then idiots serve dark masters’ bluff.
In silent wars, they twist the throng,
It’s easiest to **** the wrong.

The clinically insane,
Eliminated without pain.
The rabid crowds of madmen breed
The death of humans in their need.

Humans few — the final seed —
Torn down by fascist times’ dark greed.
Exhausted souls with spirit chained,
Their minds enslaved, their freedom drained.

Enslaved by shallow, hollow streams,
Caught in this void of endless dreams!
They leave without a single fight —
For fear they’ll be consumed outright.

These halfwits flood the ocean’s shore —
Obedient slaves of empty lore.
Fake slave states built on rotten bones —
A planet prison, *****’s home.

Where spirit’s scarred by venom deep,
A world so vile it’s doomed to reap.
It’ll burn — a crematorium’s flame —
When spirit dies, there’s only shame.

This filthy realm will face its end,
For boundless genocide will rend.
And that sweet moment’s coming fast —
For those who stand, who never passed.



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Friend or Foe

Long lost the sense to tell friend from stranger,
Man drifts in fog, no longer a ranger.
Like endless fights to prove who’s dumber —
Regression’s march to wooden lumber.

I always felt the eyes behind,
Saw just a spark in someone’s mind.
But poisons in food and paths we choose
Have crushed this gift — no use to lose.

Intuition barely clings —
This world adores the petty things.
Money rules, a god, a king —
Nothing else has any wing.

Once a ghost inside my head,
Read my thoughts like words unread.
But with people came a blunder —
Numbness rose in endless thunder.

Not people — just dumb logs,
Exceptions scarce, like lost dogs.
Feels like moths near flame, they die,
Fragile souls doomed to lie.

How to build a spiritual bond?
The hardest question to respond.
Stupid masses crush and grind,
Drowned in darkness man-designed.

The choice is lies against lies,
Sensitive souls pay the price.
Always hard, the brave endure —
Only fools have doubts obscure.

Here beasts break through the wall,
Only shadows can they call.
The world’s a cage, all trapped inside
By darkest evil, vast and wide.

Rare light flickers ‘midst the shade —
Spirit’s halo slowly fades.
I saw it before it fled —
The ram rages, numb or dead.

Dead when drained of all his power —
Energy’s a drip, a sour.
Only spews his stinking word-snot —
A foul flood that won’t be stopped.

As child, I glimpsed my soul’s face,
Watched my body from that place.
So I loathe the mystic lies —
Their deceit, their fake disguise.

Some exceptions break the chain —
“Number twenty” strong remains.
But all else is small and vile,
Under Satan’s shadowed smile.

So I turned to logic’s might,
Adding instinct’s blazing light.
Balance is the sacred key —
Without it, lost eternally.

So heed yourself and trust the fire,
Ignite your gut — resist the liar.
Or perish ‘midst the endless dung,
Screaming lies that must be wrung!

Clean your mind, it’s fight or death —
A sewer stinks with every breath.
This curse, this beast, this tightening noose —
Strangles spirit, kills its juice.

Entangled deep in lies and chains,
Generations bear the stains.
We’re executioners, blind and cold,
Mind and spirit crushed, sold, and sold.

If bonds of soul keep breaking fast,
As they have done since ages past,
We’ll turn to beasts, to ****, to slime —
Soulless cattle lost to time.
Kristen Hain Sep 2015
Complexity in its finest
I’m glancing between the shapes of your eyes that tell stories of history and past excursions I’ve been wanting to know
You say your eyes are just brown, but nothing is just that with you
I think, despite the simplicity in our difficult discussions
Nothing is easy they say
They, the people who’ve let us down time and time again
Its so easy to say they and create a placement test for their behavior
Destructive as it may be and deteriorating within, I am so happy blind
That they haven’t gotten all of you
And honestly if I were in your shoes and walked the 18 years to reach a destination with no map no compass no tour guide
I hope I wouldn’t be too bitter
I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy
The verge of losing humanity felt like a weight of those tons of feathers, thought to be light but gravely succumbed as much as a ton of bricks
More of them than of us
Brown just like the tan of your skin as you hope for it to be opaque but
******* ******* I’ve never been more appeased by looking at something than with you
It’s not just a body its not just the brown hair, brown skin, brown eyes, not just the shrug, eye roll, smile, laugh, pressing of lips, open mouthed, heaving, tired eyes, grinning from cheek to cheek, infinite
Like that song, I’d try to stare at you like the night sky, but you just go on and on and on and-
Looking at you or looking to the same direction via docks and benches and waterways or the caked up fingers from painting with no paintbrushes or pursed with a stick of Pall Malls, night sky scenery or early morning sunrises
****, cups of coffee make me think of you
My daily intake and I think the dosage keeps upping
I’ll sit in bathe in the sunlight reflection of how you can’t be real and none of this seems real
Between it being too much to comprehend or other things being so shallow
odds against the favor
Open and part, attempt to prepare for something crazy infinite
knowing how relationships and losing them can get
and I’m standing aboard this boat with you on it
pretending like I know the waters but honestly
Mother nature is a *****
She sends things every which way at random at last call last moment’s notice
But I’m sure if we stand close enough we won’t fall off
at least, even, we'd dive right in together
This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

This song it ain't bout country things

Like pickup trucks and cars

You'll never find me writing

About getting drunk in bars

There's no mention here of Taylor Swift

or The Charlie Daniels Band

I wouldn't write of how the banks

are taking our farmland

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

I don't know **** 'bout Redneck stuff

like hunting dogs and guns

I wouldn't write of Daisy Dukes

showing off some hot babes buns

I won't write 'bout the Opry

I don't know all that stuff

Of Minnie Pearl and Grandpa Jones

And Mr. Roy Acuff

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

There's nothing here 'bout Bourbon

or of Racing through the fields

I don't know much about farming

or crop futures or of yields

I listen to The Rolling Stones

Trace Adkins I don't like

Lady A can go away

Kid Rock can ride his bike

You won't hear much about Zac Browns Band

or of food thats Chicken Fried

I might go to a hoedown

If I'd  just  up and died

My music, it fulfills me

It makes me who I am

But I'll stay away from country

songs, Cause I don't give a ****

No Oak Ridge Boys or Hee Haw Here

Hank Williams I won't buy

I'll never buy a Dixie Beer

It's a drink I'll never try

I won't sing about Kentucky

or of a Texas Yellow Rose

you know this aint no country song

Good god I hope it shows

There's no mohter, dogs or applie pie

no  fishin' in the dark

No Everything is Beautiful

No songs by Terry Clark

I'm really open minded

My friends they are the same

We won't buy country music

To us it's just so lame

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

I won't mention stuff you'll find

in songs by Nashville bands

There's nothing here about

watching football in the stands

I'll never write a country song

Cause country just ain't fun

Oh crap I just read this thing

And I think I just wrote one

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll
SG Holter May 2014
I try to take a walk, I try to close
My eyes; I try to leave behind
The things I see as lies; the ones
You see with daily eyes, but I give up;
It's just so ******* beautiful.

I try to get as drunk as Man can get,
I dream of drugs to throw my soul as
Far away from all of it and name it
****, but it's just too *******
Beautiful.

I try to burn the discs and files with
All the knowledge my father has
Collected of our history, but ****, it
Means too much to me, and it's just
So ******* beautiful.  

Last week we found a paper at the
Site, from '93 and who'd believe
The thickness and the price of
Mobiles that were barely that,
Back then. I try to

Feel ashamed when my girl's youth
Is my lack thereof  
But we laugh together and that just
Makes it 'nice and old' and just so
**** beautiful.

I only barely saw the seventies; the
Tiniest pants I ever wore were
Bell-bottoms.
They were so
*******
Beautiful.

— The End —