Movement from Hell
Don’t tremble in fear,
Don’t fall into praying —
The beasts will draw near
When weakness you're playing.
The monsters all lie,
And fascists repeat it.
Let reason run high —
Their sea of lies? Beat it.
Traitors are rife.
The dumb breed in herds.
This world is a strife
Of filth without words.
But stubbornly stand.
Don’t strengthen the forces
Of those who demand
Your soul’s with their corpses.
Their graves wait ahead —
These Judas impostors.
And once you are dead,
They’ll burn soul and conscience.
But being a Man
Takes effort and fire.
No slave ever can
Escape from the mire.
For you are the Soul
That's not of this matter —
The ***** they dole
Can’t drown Spirit's laughter.
If choice must be made —
Decay or Resistance —
Then serve what won’t fade:
The Soul's true existence.
It’s simple and bare:
Don’t bow to the vermin.
Reject all their fare —
The feast of the vermin.
Go inward. Be still.
Align with your center.
Don’t whimper. Don’t chill —
You must be the Mentor.
That alchemy’s sparked
From childhood’s first motion.
The cattle — all darked —
Can't gift you devotion.
They wish to remake
The Spirit to meat.
But all they can fake
Is a servant's defeat.
The Servants of Night
Still try, full of bluster.
But Hell shall ignite
Their Goat-God’s foul cluster.
So rise and be bold —
One path lies before you.
Drop nonsense grown old —
Let madness ignore you.
Endurance is near —
Prepare for the turning:
SALVATION THROUGH FEAR,
Where top flips to burning.
The top is the Soul.
And Honor — the ladder
From death to the Whole —
Beyond all that’s sadder.
That world knows no walls —
It’s not just illusion.
Don't drop when it calls:
Your Soul holds conclusion.
Look there for the Way,
For answers and meaning.
Let Spirit obey —
And keep yourself leaning…
Toward Movement. Ascend!
The lie has no season.
March forth to the end —
With fire, with reason!
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Land of the Foolish, Planet Absurd
Land of the Foolish,
Planet Absurd —
Where evil scripts
Corrupt each word.
Where evil’s plan
Destroys the soul —
And if you're sane,
You pay the toll.
If you speak true,
You're cast away.
But filth and lies?
They rule the day.
They feed on fear,
They praise the crooked,
While crowds of slaves
Are drugged and bookless.
Madness is law —
In chains, they cheer it.
Their world of filth
Stinks near the Spirit.
A beast unseen
Pulls strings from shadows.
Morals unclean —
They crawl like rat-lows.
Land of the Foolish,
Planet of Fakes —
Where truth dissolves
In gaslit lakes.
You’re fed these lies
Since you’re a baby —
And lose your mind
So clean and maybe.
Such clever tools —
To make you serve,
To twist your pride,
To blunt your nerve.
You think you're free —
But bow to villains.
You rot in lies
And feed the killings.
This Planet Absurd
Now meets its doom —
The soul has dried —
Prepare the tomb.
And when collapse
Burns through the season,
There will be frost...
And then — new reason.
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The Mooing...
Timid, dumb, and soft and bending —
That's the mark of slaves.
Only courage earns defending,
Even through harsh waves.
If you're sharp and never kneeling,
Strong in mind and stance,
You won’t stink in this vile sealing —
Hell’s own excrement.
You must see with eyes unclouded:
Truth is black and bare.
The world’s by fascists now enshrouded —
Enough with weak despair!
Be relentless, cold, and blazing,
Kind — to those who feel.
But the flocks? Their stench is grazing
Every human will.
Know this: lies have veiled the heavens.
Genocide is norm.
Rots and filth are now life’s essence,
Reason is deformed.
Souls are slaughtered in great numbers,
Dead inside the skin.
Don't believe the fairy slumbers —
We’re the few within.
In this hell, a few still follow
Toward the Light's defense...
But the dawn feels far and hollow —
Darkness so immense.
Only warlike minds and training,
Soldier’s iron soul,
Help escape this *****’s chaining,
Partially — not whole.
Many will be crushed or broken,
Few will understand.
Crowds obey the hellbeast's slogan,
“Bite!” — their sole command.
Freaks command the global madhouse,
Beasts in power play.
Every nation’s turned to cattle —
Dragged like dirt away.
Shall we moo about “kindness”?
Sing of peace and grace?
Fascist slaughter loves such blindness —
Mooing has no place.
It slays sheep in every nation.
So — awake at last!
Let your soul, though torn in laceration,
Fight! And fight steadfast!
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A Different Worldview
A different kind of seeing —
Not what they’ve implanted,
Breaks the ancient binding spell
That’s long been granted.
It’s a common fog of madness,
Where you’re the rotten pawn:
Environment and “enemy”
Bite and gnaw you on.
Spiritual unity,
A mind that’s wide and free —
Can overcome the filth
That thrives in misery.
“Object” is the garbage,
“Subject” trapped in Hell.
We’ve hit the very bottom —
Few escape the spell.
Sharpen intuition,
Multiply your doubt —
Question all tradition,
Search within throughout.
You’ll find the Spirit’s light —
And then you’re truly saved.
While howling “subject” still,
You’re slave to banners waved.
Today’s fascist flag
Is a red cross brand;
Propaganda’s syringe
Has flooded every land.
Free places from fascism —
Today, there are none.
All because of idiocy —
The mischief-maker’s son.
This is no simple magic —
Catch the fleeting spark;
Then we become the others —
United in the dark.
Collective consciousness,
And Light that guides the way.
Don’t slack — become the native,
Burn the lies away.
They’ve dumped heaps of shameless lies —
Like stings that blind and burn.
Mirages that deceive us —
Dangerous to discern.
“Subject” and “object” —
Half-truths at best:
Destroy the ego’s prison —
An ocean in your chest.
And with that ocean vast,
You’ll drown the object’s sway.
Yet wounds remain in minds —
Satan’s cruel display.
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Rats and Goats
Raging rats —
Fascist **** —
Hang over all the world.
That filth won’t come undone,
It’s rising to the ankles,
And it’ll have its way,
Harvesting the Souls —
Its gruesome payday.
The crazed ones rally on,
Supporting every strike,
The dull — like hamsters spinning —
Soon vanish out of sight.
Replaced by soulless shadows.
Here, all things have cost.
Believe the lies they feed you —
And all your strength is lost.
The world’s dropped to the bottom —
Stupidity runs deep.
“Cinema and Germans” passed —
Parodies of “freedom” creep.
Targeted are the natives —
Fascist rabble rules.
Madness mixed with *****’s stench —
No need for more fools.
No need for executions —
The dumb submit so well,
That worse can be controlled
With syringe’s silent spell.
Worldwide chaos spreads —
A grim, unyielding fate.
Such horrors multiply
When minds can’t navigate.
If wise — then howl and bow,
Wail, whimper, plead and sigh —
Don’t stand apart from herds,
Blind yourself — don’t pry.
So you won’t see Hell’s face.
But if you’re serious, friend —
Just hold on for a moment —
This world will twist and bend.
Then comes the final battle
With Evil’s iron hand.
But even now be sharp —
A blade, not goat, must stand.
Much here’s already rotten —
War’s the proof we own.
Not all is lost —
Let’s strike the filth and bone.
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Light Will Come
Snitches, torturers,
Fools and freaks abound.
The world is wrapped in Night —
Misfortune all around.
Lights of Truth are scarce,
While traitors flood the field.
Spirit, Honor, Conscience —
Rare gems the darkness sealed.
But blinded freaks don’t know,
If all you see’s the madhouse,
It’s not just fighting Evil —
It’s facing total chaos.
To choose a goat to follow,
To praise a Judas’ name,
Who’s called a sage, a priest,
Or fake scholar of fame,
Is hard to not become
A ******* in the mire.
For ages chained in shame and dullness
Stamped minds like fire.
Herds, not societies —
The few with Spirit, Mind,
Fade fast and faster still.
All answers lie inside.
In Hell’s deep maze, remember
This simple, crucial rule —
Forget it, and you’re lost,
Drowning in the cruel.
The path is hard for few
To shift to something higher.
Time nears the shedding sleep —
Extinguish Evil’s fire.
Root out the seed of darkness —
Poisons spread like plague.
Raise your Spirit up again —
Cast off the filthy plague.
All vermin shall perish —
Their price for shame and lies.
Total war is raging now —
Reason cuts the ties.
Those who endure are saved.
The rest will turn to dust.
For yielding fools drag down
All souls to rot and rust.
We’ve hit the very bottom —
No lower place to fall.
A reboot is upon us —
The prison breaks its walls.
The soul in chains is doomed.
Fascist filth decays.
Who claimed man crowned with wisdom
Was king of nature’s ways?
A failed experiment —
Now sunk in foul disgrace.
Instead of gold — excrement,
Drowning in a toxic place.
Mud to mud, **** to the sewer —
The reckoning will sound!
Forget the yoke of *******:
In Spirit — Light is found.
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1.
Fools bow down, but souls will rise—
Light breaks through the darkest lies.
2.
At bottom now — but not for long.
Fight the filth; become the strong.
3.
Spirit’s flame will burn the night,
Chains will break, and comes the Light.
4.
Traitors fall and fools will rot.
Only those who fight are not.
5.
Darkness fades where courage stands—
Light is born from fighting hands.
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Crushing Defeat
Endure that "pain"?
Prince of Night, dismiss!
Worthless as naught —
Souls sunk in abyss.
Throughout the world,
In fools we trust,
Only lies and fear,
The world turns to dust.
Without the few —
Not fallen down,
Each passing day
They’re fewer found.
Instead arise —
The meek, the mad,
Who’ll break the will
Of Light once had.
Then comes the next,
And peace will fall:
A global sleep —
Where Reason’s small.
Like CowID test,
Pure Mind’s nearly dead —
Only howl and crunch
Are all that’s said.
Everywhere it screams,
Through silence wide —
Media wails,
And filth’s supplied.
Feeding lies and ****,
Their poison spreads,
The yoke grows heavy —
Pour the shots — to bed.
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1.
Pure minds crushed, the lies devour—
Darkness spreads with growing power.
2.
Fools howl loud, truth’s fading beat—
Reason’s down in crushing defeat.
3.
Chains grow heavy, lies feed the herd—
Silence broken by the absurd.
4.
Darkness wins where courage dies—
Wake up now or kiss truth’s rise.
5.
Crushed the mind, but not the flame—
Fight the night, reclaim your name.
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The Great *******
The fan’s disease is real —
A foolish cause, too prized.
Through nonsense dark conceal
The chaos, dull and sized.
All hobbies, all obsessions
Divert the mind from pain —
When souls are filled with tensions,
It’s filth that rules the reign.
They **** the barks at stadiums —
Life’s chalices, they claim.
Yet no one sees the damage
Behind the emotional game.
The world’s become a big ******* —
Emotions drain the brain.
You’ve gathered just some strength,
But enemies gain.
Fear, hate — their finest thrills,
An ****** soaked in blood.
Yet sick minds cling to lies,
As if this isn’t crud.
The peak of all delusions —
This isn’t slavery, no,
But progress, they proclaim —
While rudeness grows and grows,
A crafty demon’s mask,
To hide the filth below.
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1.
Fans ******* to lies and hate —
Feeding filth that seals their fate.
2.
Emotions drain your mind to dust—
False progress feeds the brutal lust.
3.
Slaves to hype, they worship pain—
In this game, we all lose brain.
4.
Big ******* world, no strength remains—
Only madness, fear, and chains.
5.
Suckers worship blood and rage—
Caught inside the falsehood cage.
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Road to Hell
“Walking through the trials” —
Old phrase, long outworn.
“Road to Hell” fits better —
Poison left for heirs born.
Consciousness is poisoned,
Creating Spirit lost.
Souls here torn and tortured,
Flies breed at heavy cost.
From us, the beasts emerge —
Fascism, genocide.
All powers spew one lie —
Darkness, shame, worldwide.
No need to walk it now —
Only run to save.
Flee headlong from Hell’s grip —
And slay the soulless slave.
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1.
Run from Hell — no time to stall.
**** the beasts before they crawl.
2.
Poisoned minds, a world in shame.
Fight the darkness, **** the blame.
3.
Soulless fiends rule night and day —
Run, resist, don’t fade away.
4.
No more walking, only flight.
Slay the demons, win the fight.
5.
Road to Hell is paved with lies —
Break the chains, and cut the ties.
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The Little Scam
We’ll launch our little wagon
On the rails of lies — full speed!
A tiny scam, no dragon,
Just a trick for fools to feed.
It’s easy to invent the grift,
Each day the fools grow dumb.
The scammer’s like a sorcerer’s gift —
Not bad, he’s got the gum.
The fake AIDS and CowID —
Far worse than petty theft.
Only ****, the lowest breed,
Would craft such cruel death.
But the usual little con
Is just a joke, a game.
To teach the fools, before they’re gone —
A few bucks lost, no shame.
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Pyramids of the Crowd-“Elite” System —
Inverted (Knowledge) and Upright (Lies)
Directions flow from peaks —
From bottom up, from top down.
Those peaks are wildness,
Driven by lies’ harsh crown.
The pyramid of knowledge
Rises from the base.
Hell of torments at the bottom —
An idiot’s face.
But another foundation
Builds the pyramid of lies:
From “above” it pours downward —
Strike the people’s ties.
Lies overflow, while knowledge
Is but a tiny spark.
Torment of bold falsehoods —
A brazen, loathsome mark.
Through the world’s sewer channel,
Flows this filthy stream.
Fear and dulling minds,
The source of savage dreams.
Fear is sown just like lies,
Blinding all around.
“Stones” are lies and trembling —
In silence, they resound.
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1.
Lies pour down, knowledge starves,
Fear and filth control the hearts.
2.
From top to bottom, lies cascade,
Truth is crushed, the mind betrayed.
3.
Pyramid of lies controls the crowd,
Knowledge buried under shroud.
4.
Fear and lies, the savage roots,
Brains turned dumb by twisted truths.
5.
Sewers flow with falsehood’s flood —
Crush the lies, ignite the blood.
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The Political Circus
Factions, protests —
The circus goes on.
Worse than reactions —
The people decay and con.
Speech is outdated —
Memes lead the show.
Fear inflated —
Other topics low.
Brief distractions —
In strong emotion’s grip.
Is famine coming?
These ****’s tight whip.
The beasts’ commands
Will be obeyed —
Like false plagues
By fools portrayed.
All nonsense swallowed,
As pure coin’s worth.
To camps they march —
Madmen on Earth.
That circus for lunatics,
A freak show for the wise.
Clowns lie boldly —
Madness feeds the lies.
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1.
Clowns lie loud, fools obey—
Circus madness rules the day.
2.
Fear and memes keep minds enslaved—
In this circus, fools are braved.
3.
Nonsense trades as precious gold—
Camps fill up with the controlled.
4.
Madness spreads, the circus thrives—
Truth is crushed, but hope survives.
5.
Puppets dance to beastly calls—
Circus reigns, but darkness falls.
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Political Correctness
It’s not polite to
“Offend” the fools...
The nonsense inspector
Only fools rule.
The smart can’t progress —
They get no break:
They’ll mock you only
By looks. Mistake!
Not polite to
Expose the lies.
It’s “normal” — believe,
Eat and comply.
Believe the brazen crap,
Feed on GMO,
Chemicals in your ears —
Falsehoods flow.
When it piles up —
Count manna from above.
A world of idiots,
So keep quiet —
Respect their dumb love!
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1.
Offend the fools? Not “right”!
Truth’s banned, but lies take flight.
2.
Smart are mocked, the fools praised loud—
Silence forced on thinking crowd.
3.
Feed GMO, swallow lies—
Truth dies slow before our eyes.
4.
Respect the dumb, ignore the wise—
Political correctness’ disguise.
5.
In a world where fools command,
Only silence makes a stand.
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Persistence in Creation
Persistence — not always proof,
For art is but a wave.
Persist — yet clumsy, blunt, aloof —
Often cheap and grave.
To molds and lessons chained,
To habits, rottenness,
Common views and shallow brains —
They drag you to the mess.
Persistence’s just a plateau,
You wait for peaks to climb.
If readers are just “cotton” —
You’re lost before your time.
If fame and bribes entice,
You’re foolish at your core.
But if true honesty
Becomes your inner lore,
Immunity to lies —
From those you called your own —
You’ll not lie, though last in ranks,
Rot’s always on the throne.
Rot always stands atop,
In every age and place.
Persistence is not panic —
But clarity’s embrace.
For clarity’s price is high —
Pay life’s full toll and cost.
You’ll die before your time —
But through you, art lives lost.
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1.
Persistence isn’t proof,
Art’s a wave, aloof.
2.
Clarity’s the price—
Pay with life, pay twice.
3.
Rot sits high on throne,
Truth stands often lone.
4.
Fools chase fame and gold,
Creators brave and bold.
5.
Die before your time—
But leave the lasting rhyme.
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Pseudo-State
Corruption’s a problem?
No — it’s the whole **** system.
Selling freaks all ******* —
Puppeteers at the prism.
How to rule the ****?
Not threats or harsh punishments —
But rot and decay,
Corrupt the whole establishment.
******* linked in chains,
Sensitive to bribes.
Anything else?
Just pain that thrives.
Like caring for homeland —
Work done only on paper.
Courts, laws, flags —
Fetishes for the traitors.
Like vermin to crooks —
A criminal machine:
“Freedom” is just a meme,
A false hope unseen.
All memes spawn deception.
Fascism’s filthy reign:
End of the comedy —
Doomed legacy’s stain.
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1.
Corruption’s no glitch —
It’s the system’s pitch.
2.
Puppets pull the strings,
Rot in everything.
3.
Freedom’s just a meme,
Fascism’s dark regime.
4.
Lies breed power’s game,
End of hope, all shame.
5.
Criminal machine,
Falsehood’s deadly scene.
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To Act, You Must Rise Above the Act
To act with skill and power,
Desire and strength alone won’t do.
You must ascend above the thing—
Or all your work falls through.
The low can’t grasp the high,
True flight reveals the whole.
All else are mere opinions,
From a lower, stagnant soul.
Opinions from a hellish world
Where we barely survive.
The path to Light is distant—
While we but dream and strive.
You cannot grasp the Truth
Without looking deep inside.
Forget the Darkness’ counsel—
Where your true answers hide.
In this low realm’s advice,
Insanity has grown.
Since childhood we’ve been robbed
Of thoughts we call our own.
To act with true intent,
You must learn to think and rise.
Without such action, death—
A hell that never dies.
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1.
To act, rise high above,
Or all your efforts shove.
2.
Low minds cannot see light—
Ascend to win the fight.
3.
Think and rise, then do—
Without this, doom’s in view.
4.
Acting needs the flight,
Or fail in endless night.
5.
Lift your mind, break free—
Only then acts be.
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Blindfolded Minds
No path leads forward, no ascension
Without confronting our blindfolded state.
Enlightenment? Sheer self-deception—
The mind rots fast at such a rate.
Decay has reached its final stage—
Two-thirds are ranting, brainless fools.
To tear the blinders off with rage—
Requires far more than common tools.
Only the Spirit holds the key,
The beacon through this maze of lies.
Without it, there's no liberty—
Just branded beasts in man’s disguise.
And lies—so bold, so absolute—
Will shred what's left of reason’s grace.
True depth is dying at the root—
This joke now wears a deadly face.
So grip the Spirit, fierce and tight—
There’s barely time, and chances sink.
For hollow words and poisoned spite
Have pierced your soul before you think.
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Rip Off the Blinders — or Die Like the Herd.
The Spirit is Fire. The Rest is Just ****.
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War and “Peace”
Retreat? It’s a “relocation.”
Plunder? Just “a sacred peace.”
Dumbed-down masses, no salvation —
Lies are shouted without cease.
Decomposition stinks all over.
“Governance”? A clone in place.
Some inhuman rotting ogre
Long ago usurped the space.
What peace?! It’s slow extermination —
For a century it’s been this way.
Each new herd-born generation
Grows more vacant by the day.
This is war — and true awareness
Must become the burning core.
All the sheep led to their slaughters
Only kiss their tyrants more.
“Gentle tsar”? A goat’s intestines.
How long buy that same old lie?
Glory’s fake in shows and marches —
What we breathe is rot and cry.
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No Peace — Just Rot
They call it peace — it reeks of war.
The herd grows dumber than before.
A throne of filth, a crown of lies —
While truth in chains and silence dies.
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What Would It Cost Us?
What would it cost us
To reshape the crowd,
Triple the falsehoods,
Raise our rooftops proud —
And gift the world
A madhouse full of slaughtered herds?
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"Raise the Roof —
Let Madness Rule,
And Slaughter Be the Golden Tool!"
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Attacks and ******* Tracks
Dimwits shine
On the front line —
Best for battles, through and through.
Feed them lies,
Watch them rise —
They'll destroy the thinking few.
Madness grows,
Darkness flows,
Reason slows...
And dies, no less.
Thus the tale ends in distress.
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Feed the fools —
They'll crush the wise.
Darkness wins
When reason dies.
