Losses
The Master turned into a hoarder,
His mind went numb, his flame grew cold.
No Method left — just fraud and order,
Just tricks and lies, and chasing gold.
Recall Osho — that shameful setting,
A cult in orange, bought and sold —
Decay and power-games upsetting
The soul. The loss is manifold.
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"Properly Raised"
"Properly raised" —
That’s the liar’s domain.
He walks the worn ways
Of the well-trained insane.
"Don’t touch me — I follow,
Obey and submit,
Preserve the skin hollow,
As Judas sees fit."
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Refinements
The poet's fall — disgrace or grace?
How many songs just fade, repressed?
Don’t chase the crowd, don’t beg for place —
Fame’s not for truth. It’s for the rest.
Just write — let rhythm, rhyme, and sense
Be all that guide your inner light.
The mob is stuck in excrement —
And that’s the path to fake delight.
Refinements, polish, all that sweat
To please the herd? Then go ahead —
To beggar’s fate, to quick regret:
Be “one with them” — be one with dead.
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The Waitling
We all know Dumbo. Still, no name
For Waitling — though he’s just as real.
A cousin trapped inside the game,
Believing blindly in the spiel.
The tale makes no **** sense, of course —
Just pain and punches, pure paradox.
But Dumbo shrugs: "It's fate, of course,"
Then goes and asks the same old box.
Now with degrees, our Dumbo's grand —
He'll lecture you with deadpan grace:
"It’s not a tale, it’s all been planned —
Each man must suffer for The Ace!"
But peace won’t come. There’s no reset.
The Ace ahead? That’s pure *****.
And you must bleed without regret —
That’s what these holy dumbfucks are.
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Like "a Movie" — or the Overton Collapse
******* spreads — "Let's shift the norm!"
A breed is shaped to just obey,
To nod at every creeping form
Of filth parading as “the way.”
The cult of Tolerance gone mad,
Where limits melt and lies explode.
The beasts feel righteous as they add
New chains to drag us down their road.
“Obey. Be scared. Join in the mess.”
The cracks expand with practiced care.
The Overton parade undress
The soul — till rot is everywhere.
So Spirit, Conscience, get betrayed
In staged illusions, twisted games —
They die in silence, disarrayed,
In slime beneath the shifting frames.
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They shift the frame, and filth breaks through —
Obey or rot. It’s up to you.
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They twist the frame to **** your Light —
Stand up, or lose the inner fight.
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The lie expands — the soul must kneel?
Not mine. My Spirit doesn’t yield.
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Metamorphosis of Evil
Only Evil can bring Evil down —
Not sweet lullabies, not a tear.
To burn it out, you need the crown
Of Fire and Light — not mere cheer.
It takes fierce thought to see the whole,
To plan, to strike — and not forgive.
But if the Light prevails in soul,
Then on the ash it learns to live.
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Not hugs — but fire burns it through.
Let Light decide what next to do.
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Evil falls when fire is true.
Then Light begins — but after rue.
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The Poet, Critic, and the Artist
“You need not be a poet — true —
But be a model citizen!”
So rot in soul and mind will brew,
Obeying orders now and then.
The Order comes — from beasts who lie,
Wrapped up in “good” for all mankind.
That lie inside begins to multiply
With fear they plant into your mind.
Then doors swing wide, and tyranny
Storms in — a bull in fragile ware.
The cause? Dumb fear and apathy,
A noose that chokes but hides as care.
Be just a poet — shine your Light
In all this wretched world of grime.
Or be a critic — fight the fight,
Crush lies and don’t accept a dime.
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Fascism’s *******
Fascism’s just a senseless **** —
It always misses every mark.
The fault? A brainless, stupid curse,
Belief in lies the beasts rehearse.
A dunce might make a decent grunt,
But mastermind? That nasty brute
Is buried deep in snowlike blunts —
His brain a tangle, weak and mute.
His aim is blurred, his methods limp,
And fascism will turn to dust —
If fascists lack the brains to think,
Their ruin’s certain, cold and just.
The ashes scatter — fresh ones rise.
We’re stuck inside this Hellish spin.
Descent’s the theme, no sweet surprise —
In Hell, the fall’s the only win.
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Consumervore
"Not enough! Give me some more!" —
The beast of greed grows wild and fast.
While Spirit’s layer thins and poor,
And Mind stays silent, mouthfuls vast.
Feeding on lies, repeat the crap,
The idiot won't see decay,
Nor grasp the price that comes in wrap —
The final toll that takes away.
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Feed the beast — it never’s fed.
Spirit dies while lies are spread.
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Greed devours the mind’s last thread.
Rot ahead — the soul’s been bled.
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So-Called "Progress"
Decay is growing, fear’s in bloom —
The house is full of creeping lies.
Total falsehood seals the doom,
Reducing all to cattle’s cries.
Lie plus fear — no better way
To drag the masses down, depressed.
The beasts obey the dark array —
To live as beasts, or as the rest.
Now beasts prevail, that’s progress here,
While humans drown in falsehood’s sea.
Hell’s crushing press draws ever near —
And only **** remain to be.
No joke, no tales, no silly game —
They make us all the beasts we claim.
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****** Zombie Box
Live on air — from lies comes kefir,
Fermented in this poisoned brew.
A broken world, where satyrs sneer,
Spreading Darkness, fascism too.
CowID’s mess — blood’s filthy stain!
War unleashed with awful ease.
Lies stir fools to **** again,
Fuel the rage and break the peace.
Just a lie — the only change —
Fools obey the savage call.
Drive the *******, insane range —
A mindless pawn will **** his all.
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Lies brew war — fools heed the call,
Mindless slaves will **** us all.
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Broadcast lies, ignite the hate,
Zombies march to doom and fate.
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Cheburek from Cheburashka
Cheburek made from Cheburashka —
That’s the latest “film” they sell:
Freaks strike hard, no miss, no flash,
Dragging people straight to Hell.
Newsfeed first, then movie show —
Dumbing down in perfect rows.
Add the “school,” they bind the herd —
Poison served with every word.
Into Cheburek’s cursed mix
They now add a darker fix.
Herd’s out — now bugs will crawl instead,
Exterminate what’s left, they said.
Easier than sheep who buy
The CowID’s sick lie.
Everywhere the genocide,
This film’s just shame and ash — denied.
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Dehumanization
Beasts drown in a sea of lies—
Where is man?
Is justice dead?
No. The age is banned.
Quiet genocide—
No punishment here.
The wise grow bored—
It’s madness severe.
From despair,
One might just die.
This hellish state,
Too grim to deny.
Beasts in the lying sea—
Count the wise few.
Faces of Satan,
Forget honor too.
Conscience and mercy—
The world’s end is near.
Lies, numbness, fear,
And stench—the final frontier.
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The Gift of Doubt
The gift of doubt—a higher gift,
Though softer still its silent lift.
Around, the zombified abide,
Judas fools who meekly hide.
And where, for those with gifted minds,
Among the shadows, lies, and blinds—
Total lies, fascist disease,
Idiot fools who barely seize?
Step boldly inward—only there
Will doubt’s true power clear the air.
Not vanity you'll strengthen then,
But break the lies and save your ken.
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The Gift of Doubt
Doubt’s a gift from heights above,
Whispered soft, but forged in love.
Zombies roam, and Judas’ ****,
Crawling, blind, and beating drum.
Where for minds that break the chains
Of total lies and fascist pains—
Idiots numb and fascist drones,
Trapped inside their plastic zones.
Push inside—face doubt’s fierce fire,
Shatter lies, burn false desire.
Not your ego’s hollow shield—
But your soul that fights, won’t yield.
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The Gift of Doubt
Doubt’s no sweet, soft lullaby —
It’s fire blazing in the sky.
Zombies crawl, and Judas’ spawn,
Filth that serves the devil’s dawn.
Where the gifted dare to fight
In the maze of lies and blight—
Fascists, idiots, their slaves,
Trapped inside their shallow graves.
Throw away your coward’s mask!
Doubt will tear their poison’s task.
Not your ego’s weak defense—
But your soul’s fierce reckoning, tense.
Fight the rot, destroy the lies,
Raise your spirit, make it rise!
Only through this brutal test
Can you save what’s still expressed.
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The Gift of Doubt
Doubt means little if your mind
Is a mess, confused, confined —
To dig deep here in this Hell,
Not just shrug and nod, but dwell.
Here you’re just a clueless pawn:
Breed and trust, keep chomping on,
Feeding evil, making strong
What will break you all along.
Doubt you guard with clear-cut thought —
Saving souls too oft forgot
In this Hell of half-wits’ reign,
Clutching skins and fear of pain.
They’ll survive, but copies spawn,
Generation after dawn,
Bowing low before the Dark,
Feeding beasts who leave their mark.
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Odes and Sickly Sweet
The text demands its context tight.
When all around’s a Hellish night,
The beast who writes those odes in sight —
Is traitor, freak, corrupt blight.
A dark delusion, idiots rife,
In this thick fog, they breed like strife.
If you write for ****’s delight,
You’re not just dirt — you feed the blight.
The Spirit’s people fade and fall,
Yet all we hear is siren’s call.
The media’s cruel goal is clear:
To drown out truth, choke every ear.
These fiends have mastered lies with ease,
With “cheerful” masks that aim to please—
A madhouse full of forced delight,
Where madness dances day and night.
But soon this circus will collapse,
Discarded with those selling traps—
Their “cheer” and odes, their hollow style,
Will vanish in the flame’s cold pile.
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Odes and Sickly Sweet Lies
The text demands a brutal frame—
When Hell itself surrounds the game,
The filthy beast who pens those odes
Is enemy, freak, sold-out toads.
A nightmare fog, morons abound,
In this **** swamp, they breed and drown.
Write for these vermin? You’re not just ****—
You’re traitor ****, a plague that’s lit.
The Spirit dies, crushed in the dirt,
While all we get’s a screeching hurt.
Media vultures choke the air,
To silence truth, spread poison there.
These fiends perfected lies so slick,
With fake “cheer” to numb and trick—
A madhouse thriving on deceit,
Where madness grins, a sickening feat.
But soon the whole **** circus falls,
With sellout snakes behind its walls.
Their fake “joy” and sickly songs—
Reduced to ashes where they belong.
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Don’t Cross the Line!
Face Death alone—
Only Death be trusted.
The moment of dying weighs the whole,
If you serve Lies, hardened and rusted—
Then Satan is your king and god.
If with your last
You fought to create—
You’ll see the Light
At misfortune’s gate.
And only Death
Reflects it all:
Here’s a maze of shadows,
A devil’s call.
Rot has gnawed
What’s left inside.
Hold your line,
Don’t slip and slide:
A fall to Hell—
The fate of the vile.
The soul will see
That boundary clear.
No mind can grasp it—
That’s why you fear.
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Abomination
Water spirits, forest fiends — just myths and lies,
But worse than fairy tales where nightmare lies.
Monsters ruling humans through their wicked schemes,
Spreading vile chaos, shattering dreams.
These SNAKES hide in shadows, their hands drip with crime,
Using fools as weapons, broken fools in time—
Who sold out their homeland, their mind and their pride,
Turned into beasts, and forever died.
This filthy ****, this traitor’s breed, will fall,
No soul remains—they crawl like fleas on all.
And that loud-mouth ****, a robber and a clown,
Is just a child before them—pathetic, broken down.
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"The Right to Speak"
No shout returns,
No echo burns...
Will you just bow,
Refuse to fight somehow?
Pure *******, see!
A voice in emptiness—
The right to speak
Now cleaves no less...
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"The Right to Speak"
No cry will answer,
No sound will stir...
Just bow your head,
Don’t fight, stay dead?
*******, pure and cold!
A voice lost in the void—
The right to speak
By tyrants toyed.
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Atomic Nature of Society
The devil hides within the details:
This world’s “atomic” — split and torn,
An ego cycle, doomed to wail,
In shattered joys, alone, forlorn.
Division cuts so deep and wide —
What’s left to split? Just fragments small.
“Atomic” breakdowns multiply,
**** every soul — alone they fall.
**** them with lies, with fear’s tight grip,
If you’re enlisted in that horde.
“Atomic dust” slips through your grip,
Control is easy—nothing more.
The devil lurks within the cracks.
Fake science drowns inside the lies.
The forecast? Fatal — nothing lacks:
A “scholar” now is just disguised.
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Atomic Society
The devil’s in the tiny cracks:
This world is broken, split, and torn.
Ego spins in endless tracks,
In hollow joys, alone, forlorn.
Divide to **** — that’s all they do.
“Atomic dust” makes slaves obey.
Lie and scare — it’s nothing new,
Easy to control the prey.
The devil thrives in details small.
Fake science sinks, the fools comply.
The end is near — the final call:
A scholar’s just a madman’s lie.
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No Holds
To step in Poetry — like boarding Titanic,
Last-minute ticket — the plunge is frantic.
The world’s soon doomed to Hell’s abyss,
No need for verse if life’s amiss.
The weak just swallow fairy tales,
Want sugar-coated, safe details.
To write true lines feels wasted, blind —
But if it’s yours, don’t fall behind.
Time’s running out — no time to slack,
Push forward hard, no turning back.
So much lost work, all turned to dust,
The world will end — in lies and rust.
To join Art’s ship? — the doors are closed,
No seats remain, it’s all imposed.
Only fools soothe feelings cheap,
Chasing dreams that poison, creep.
Let Poetry flood your veins,
No matter what the cost or pains.
Write raw, unchained — your mind’s delight,
A fierce balm for soul and fight.
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"Land of Advice"
Giving tips
To those deranged —
A pointless grind,
No sense arranged.
Just drop it —
It’s not your fight,
To step once more
On nonsense’s spite.
Results are nil,
Problems weigh tons,
Advice to fools —
Lost battles, none.
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False Faiths, or Simple Fear Exploitation
If cheap deceit on death’s dark fear
Didn’t bait the fools so near,
Even sheep would shut their ears —
But soul-trappers thrive on tears.
They sell you life beyond the grave,
Rules and sludge to keep you slave.
In the valley chains grow tight —
Stupid logs believe in fright.
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False Gods and Fearmongers
Cheap lies feed on death’s dark dread —
Even sheep would close their heads.
But scavengers of broken souls
Trap the weak in filthy roles.
They sell you "life" beyond the grave,
Chains of sludge to make you slave.
In that pit, the dumb remain —
Faith in fear, their only chain.
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False Religions, or Cheap Fear Exploitation
Don’t let cheap conmen feed your death-freak fears,
Even dumb-*** sheep wouldn’t lend their ears.
Soul-**** creeps hunting scraps from weak and small,
Selling “immortality” — a ******* stall.
Their sludge and rules just chain you to the pit,
Slavery in the Valley, where the fools all sit.
They worship fear, these worthless **** and clods,
Feeding lies, enslaving minds, betraying gods.
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“Rare Bird Flies to Mid-Dnipro,” or About My Book
A rare bird flies
To mid-Dnipro’s flow;
Not fool enough
To miss the whole.
No cause to stay
In depths of lies —
Fight falsehood’s sway,
And dare to rise!
Creation’s sword,
A battle’s light,
Song’s final chord —
Man dies upright.
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False Religions
Dogma’s twisted games
Grow mossy lies,
Like a crude enema—
Clogs up your mind.
You’ll be a fool
If you buy their trash.
Trust only your soul—
In lies, you won’t crash.
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Dreams and Fables
Dreams and fables —
“Consciousness” defined.
“Life” just follows
The script assigned.
Only few have
Passed beyond the show.
But the “fairy tale” marches —
Forward! — into the void below!
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Dreams and Fables
Dreams and lies, the mind’s dead cage,
“Consciousness” just a staged-up rage.
Life’s a puppet, strings controlled,
Reality a script they sold.
Few break free from this sick farce,
While the herd just marches sparse —
Straight to nothing, blind and dumb,
Into void where all is numb.
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Dreams and Fables
Dreams and lies, the mind’s own jail,
“Consciousness” — a poisoned tale.
Life’s a scripted, sick façade,
Truth’s drowned out by endless fraud.
Only few escape the shame,
Most stay locked inside the game.
Chasing ghosts to empty hell,
Doomed to rot inside their shell.
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Dreams and Fairy Tales
Dreams and fairy tales — the mind’s cruel joke,
“Consciousness” trapped in a scripted smoke.
Life’s a puppet show, a sick parade,
Reality’s just a masquerade.
Only few break free, cut through the lies,
While fools still chase their hollow skies.
That “fairy tale” drags on — a deadly pit,
Marching forward… into endless ****.
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Sort of "Virusology"
Charlatans with glib verbosity
Preach their viral fantasy —
Pathetic-minded monstrosity,
Pure and plain obscenity.
Poison cells and claim “infection,”
Babble nonsense, smug and loud —
This is death for real detection,
Science buried in a shroud.
No control tests — that’s their fashion.
****, it’s rotten to the core!
Slaves in lab coats, stripped of passion,
Arrogant, corrupt, and sore.
Lanka ran the proper trial,
Crushed their garbage, proved it fake —
Where’s the press? A deep denial.
Silence. Bought. For profit's sake.
This alone condemns completely
All satanic, vile deceit.
Silent now? Then watch them neatly
Shove more "virus" up your seat.
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1.
No control, no truth — just lies,
And "the virus" multiplies.
2.
Fake the test — then sell the cure,
Science ***** to serve the lure.
3.
They poison cells, then preach decay —
Hell applauds. Truth walks away.
4.
No trials. No press. Just dread.
Their virus lives — in your head.
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An Integrated Mind
The integrated mind —
Where feelings have no reign.
Intuition leads the climb,
Thoughts rise in her domain.
And reason, once the throne
Of logic cold and grand,
Now serves the soul alone,
Obeying her command.
But note — it’s Spirit’s light
That rules through soul’s pure flame.
True vision isn’t sight —
And “hearing” bears no name,
But turns the ear within.
Just listen to the Soul —
For only she can spin
The thread that makes you whole.
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1.
True thought begins when reason kneels
And Soul alone interprets feels.
2.
The mind ascends when heart is still,
And Spirit bends the thought to will.
3.
Not eyes, but Soul begins to see —
And logic serves in mystery.
4.
Hear not the noise — go deep inside.
The Soul is where the truths reside.
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Animal Farm Rebooted
Yee-haw! Go herd your filthy swine,
Feed *****, sheep — and drug them blind.
Pour poison into every trough,
Then set the goats to rule the kind.
Let ******* crush the keen and quick,
Fulfill their quotas, pound the weak,
Install a reign of fear and chains —
Let cattle tremble when they speak.
Then shoot them up with branded brew,
And test the yield, assess the loss.
Then wipe the yard and start anew —
A fresh injection. Same old boss.
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They shot the herd to test control,
Then changed the drug — not the role.
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1.
They drug the herd, reset the pen —
Then do it all again... again.
2.
The goat’s in charge, the pigs applaud —
Obedience becomes their god.
3.
New poison, same deceitful creed —
Just different needles for the feed.
4.
They rule with fear and branded lies —
And call it care while livestock dies.
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Attack!
The ***** horde begins to charge —
Just feed them lies, it’s not that hard.
A Führer-spawned deceitful farce
Now sends them dying by the yard.
For ******* smeared across their brains,
They march — obedient and proud.
While puppet-masters count the gains
And plan to thin the herd out loud.
The liars' tools obey with glee,
They’ll **** or die without a thought.
A single lie is tyranny —
And that's the only thing they’re taught.
They trust, comply, repeat the plot,
Like CowID — the grand parade.
The mind dissolves. The soul is not.
And Spirit’s fire… begins to fade.
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Burn the mind and blind the eyes —
Then rule the herd with sacred lies.
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Simplicity and Peace
The poet’s life is plain —
As long as songs remain.
But once the song is done,
Die calmly, fearing none.
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1.
He sang — then met the end.
No fear. No need to bend.
2.
The song complete — the soul released,
He faced the dark in quiet peace.
3.
No crown, no chains, no fight —
Just silence. And the night.
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Non-Action
"The pleasure of having is not worth the pain of getting."
— Jean-Jacques Rousseau
To have — that pleasure fools pursue,
And chase until their days are through.
Like squirrels trapped in spinning wheels,
They never grasp what silence feels —
Not till death begins to near.
Measure life by what stays clear:
By non-action, deep and true —
If knowledge is your guide and shield from lies and rue.
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To have is never worth the fight —
Know stillness. That alone is light.
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Armageddon
Walk ecstatic, sharp, and clear —
Cast away the lies and fear.
Things are dire, truth is thin —
So let intuition in.
Fascist waves and mass disease,
Genocides in white IDs.
Morons rule in every zone —
See through Spirit’s prism stone.
Molded thoughts are dead and gone.
And when flames of war are on,
When the world is torn and split —
Purge the fear. Don't bow. Commit.
Face the horror, bold and bright,
Though it cycles, masks as right.
This disgrace repeats again —
Here, “the god” is Satan’s name.
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Satan wears the godly cloak —
Spits out death and calls it hope.
If you see — then stand and burn.
This dark cycle must not turn.
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The Finish
To coast “on autopilot” down,
Till all your troubles wear and drown —
And break apart at finish line,
No torment left, no harsh design.
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The Finish
Coast easy, no more fight,
Crash at end — no fear, no plight.
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1.
Glide to end without a scream —
No more battles, just a dream.
2.
Drift and break with quiet grace —
No regrets to trace.
3.
Finish line — no fight, no cries,
Just the calm of last goodbyes.
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A Dog’s Life
Like dogs who wag their tails in line,
Ready to serve each harsh command,
You’ll find a “heaven” so divine —
Where “Fetch!” becomes the master’s brand.
That worship soon will be your fate,
A final day of dark control.
When evil claims the bowing state —
And bends the spirit, breaks the soul.
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A Dog’s Life
Wag your tail and obey the call —
Bow to evil, lose it all.
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Alienation
Unyielding stance, estranged from all,
To Pure alone you heed the call:
A spotless world — or play the fool,
No middle ground, no easy rule.
Only creation’s sacred fire
Surpasses mere desire.
Take up that path — the price is grave:
Alive in grave, none can save.
The dead surround, infest the scene,
Submit — and you become obscene.
Cast off the lies, walk deep within,
To Light the only way to win.
Light’s inside, not out in sight.
To grasp this truth, endure the fight —
You must be born for such a plight:
Reborn in Hell’s mad endless night.
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Alienation
Stand alone — embrace the pure.
Or be fooled, lost and obscure.
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Creation’s path means living death —
Alive in grave, betrayed by breath.
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Dead surround, obey — you’re ****.
Truth is light — no place for some.
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Born for madness, hell inside,
Only fools run from that ride.
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Twist and Crush!
Twist always, twist everywhere,
Spread fear and lies, poison the air.
Keep slaves tight, the leash is thin —
No struggle here, just cheat and win.
Lie thrice over, cage the sharp,
Strike the weak, tear them apart.
Divide and conquer — that’s the art,
Torture fear, not pain, to start.
Embrace the world with choking dread,
Turn all to dust where fear has spread.
When all believe and run in fright —
Control is gained, it’s just that slight.
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Twist and Crush
Twist, twist, tighten every chain,
Feed the fear, spread lies like rain.
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Divide the sharp, enslave the weak,
Torture minds — no pain to seek.
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Fear controls the world, that’s how—
They obey, they break, they bow.
