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Aoife Mairéad Feb 2013
Dear Miss *,
We regret to inform you that unfortunately at this time we do not have space for you at our company.
Yours,
Xxxx xxxxxxxx

Dear Miss
*,
We regret to inform you that unfortunately at this time we cannot offer you a place with our company as you are under qualified.
Yours ** xxxxx

Dear Miss
*,
Thank you for your application. We regret to inform you that you are over-qualified for the position.
Yours,  xxxxxxx ***

Dear Miss *,
I don’t think so love. This isn’t even a letter, this is my managerial position on you handing me your cv.
Cheers, bahbye now

Dear Miss
*,
This isn’t really a letter either, but despite how un-pc this is, we can’t hire you due to your gender.
Thanks anyway, save your paper.

Dear Miss
*,
Thank you for your application, unfortunately we had stronger applicants.
Yours, etc.,  aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa

Dear Miss *,
Thank you for your application. Unfortunately we are not hiring at the moment even though we had advertised the job you applied for.
Yours, xxxxxxxxx xxxxx

Dear Miss
*,
We had left it between you and another applicant, and couldn’t decide so we flipped a coin, and she won. You’re a lovely girl though.
Yours, fffffff ffff fffff

Dear Miss *,
I refer to your claim for Jobseekers Benefit/Assistance at VVVVVV’s CCCCCC local office. Jobseekers Benefit/Assistance claims are subject to periodic review, consequently, I would appreciate if you would attend this office for interview on the 31/17/78 and bring the following :
1. Proof of Identity (i.e. Passport or Driving Licence or Long version of your Birth Certificate)
2.  Proof of Residency (e.g. Letter from landlord/ Rent Book/ Lease/ Mortgage Receipt/ Letter from Parents + Household Bill)
3. Written Proof of recent job applications and replies.
4. Proof of job applications made through FAS
5. FAS courses applied for.
6. A copy of your Curriculum Vitae (CV): unemployed from
7. If your spouse/partner is an adult dependent on your claim, please bring his/her GNIB and Passport/Travel Documents.
Failure to respond to this letter may lead to suspension or disallowance of claim.
Yours sincerely,
* *
Local Officer
I’m indebted to the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, 4th Edition 1996

Ab Imo Pectore

A
b imo pectore,
Blandae mendacia linguae,
Cadit quaestio,
Desunt cetera.
Est modus in rebus.
Faber est quisque fortunae suae,
Gigni de nihilo nihilum, in nihilum nil posse reverti.
Hic finis fandi,
Interdum stultus bene loquitur?
Jacta interdum est alea,
Labuntur et imputantur.
Magni nominis umbra,
Nec scire fas est omnia,
Omne crede diem tibi diluxisse supremun,
Pallida mors aequo pulsat pauperum tabernas regumque turres;
Quid rides, mutato nominee de te fibula narrator,
Res ipsa loquitur.
Solvitur ambulando…
Tempora mutantur, nos et matamur in illis.
Urbi et orbi,
Vestigia nulla retrorsum.



From The Bottom Of The Heart

From the bottom of the heart,  the falsehoods of a smooth tongue,
The question drops, the rest is wanting.
There is a balance in all things, every man is the creator of his own fate.
From nothing, nothing can come, into nothing, nothing can return.
Let there be an end to talking, for who can tell when a fool speaks the truth?
The die is sometimes already cast,
A moment comes and goes, and is laid to our account.
From the smallest shadow to the mightiest name,
No one can claim to know all things,
I believe that every day that dawns may be my last,
Pale death knocks impartially at both poor and rich men’s houses;
Don’t laugh, change the name and the story is yours,
It’s so obvious, it speaks for itself.
As the concept of motion is proven by walking…
So in time all things change, as we must, in time, all change.
And to all the world,
There’s no turning back.

Ab Imo Pectore / From The Bottom Of The Heart

Ab imo pectore,
From the bottom of the heart,
Blandae mendacia linguae,  
The falsehoods of a smooth tongue,
Cadit quaestio,
The question drops,
Desunt cetera.
The rest is found wanting.
Est modus in rebus,
There is a balance in all things,
Faber est quisque fortunae suae.
Every man is the creator of his own fate.
Gigni de nihilo nihilum, in nihilum nil posse reverti.
From nothing, nothing can come, into nothing, nothing can return.  
Hic finis fandi,
Let there be an end to talking,
Interdum stultus bene loquitur?
For who can tell when a fool speaks the truth?
Jacta interdum est alea.
The die is sometimes already cast,
Labuntur et imputantur.
A moment comes and goes, and is laid to our account.
Magni nominis umbra,
From the smallest shadow to the mightiest name,
Nec scire fas est omnia,
No one can claim to know all things,
Omne crede diem tibi diluxisse supremun,
I believe that every day that dawns may be my last,
Pallida  mors aequo pulsat pauperum tabernas regumque turres;
Pale death knocks impartially at both poor man and rich men’s houses;
Quid rides, mutato nominee de te fibula narrator,
Don’t laugh, change the name and the story is yours,
Res ipsa loquitur.
It’s so obvious, that it speaks for itself.
Solvitur ambulando…
As the concept of motion is proven by walking…
Tempora mutantur, nos et matamur in illis.
So in time all things change, as we must, in time, all change.
Urbi et orbi,
And to all the world,
Vestigia nulla retrorsum.
There’s no turning back.


r10.1
I didn’t write a ******* line of this, it’s all cribbed from a dictionary. But I’ll take the credit for its conception and, as good Systems Poetry should do, meaning and beauty appears spontaneously from the random juxtaposition of disparate lines of prose; like frogs from rotting wood…
Es tan fácil nacer en sitios que no existen
y sin embargo fueron brumosos y reales
por ejemplo m¡ sitio mi marmita de vida
mi suelta de palomas conservaba
una niebla capaz de confundir las brújulas
y atravesar de tarde los postigos
todo en el territorio de aquella infancia breve
con la casa en la loma cuyo dueño
cara un tal valentín del escobar
y el nombre era sonoro me atraían
las paredes tan blancas y rugosas
ahí descubrí el lápiz como colón su américa
sin saber que era lápiz y mientras lo empuñaba
alguien hacía muecas al costado de un biombo
para que yo comiera pero yo no comía

después es la estación y es el ferrocarril
me envuelven en la manta de viaje y de calor
y había unas mangueras largas ágiles
que lavaban la noche en los andenes

las imágenes quedan como en un incunable
que sólo yo podría descifrar
puesto que soy el único especialista en mí
y sin embargo cuando regresé
apenas treinta y dos años más tarde
no había andén ni manta ni paredes rugosas
ya nadie recordaba la casa en la lomita
tampoco a valentín del escobar
quizá sea por eso que no puedo creer
en pueblo tan ceñido tan variable
sin bruma que atraviese los postigos
y confunda las brújulas
un paso de los toros enmendado
que no tiene ni biombo ni mangueras

el espejo tampoco sabe nada
con torpeza y herrumbre ese necio repite
mi pescuezo mi nuez y mis arrugas
debe haber pocas cosas en el mundo
con menos osadía que un espejo

en mis ojos amén de cataratas
y lentes de contacto con su neblina propia
hay rehenes y brujas
espesas telarañas sin arañas
hay fiscales y jueces
disculpen me quedé sin defensores
hay fiscales que tiemblan frente a los acusados
y jueces majaderos como tías
o deshumanizados como atentos verdugos
hay rostros arduos y fugaces
otros triviales pero permanentes
hay criaturas y perros y gorriones
que van garúa arriba ensimismados
y un sosías de dios que pone cielos
sobre nuestra mejor abolladura
y tampoco el espejo sabe nada
de por qué lo contemplo sin rencor y aburrido

y así de noche en noche
así de nacimiento en nacimiento
de espanto en espantajo
van o vamos o voy con las uñas partidas
de arañar y arañar la infiníta corteza

más allá del orgullo los árboles quedaron
quedaron los presagios las fogatas
allá atrás allá atrás
quién es tan memorioso
ah pero la inocencia ese búfalo herido
interrumpe o reanuda
la fuga o cacería
de oscuro desenlace

todos mis domicilios me abandonan
y el botín que he ganado con esas deserciones
es un largo monólogo en hiladas
turbado peregrino garrafal
contrito y al final desmesurado
para mi humilde aguante

Me desquito clavándole mi agüero
me vengo espolvoreándolo de culpas
pero la soledad
                            esa guitarra
esa botella al mar
esa pancarta sin muchedumbrita
esa efemérides para el olvido
oasis que ha perdido su desierto
flojo tormento en espiral
cúpula rota y que se llueve
ese engendro del prójimo que soy
tierno rebuzno de la angustia
farola miope

tímpano
ceniza
nido de águila para torcazas
escobajo sin uvas
borde de algo importante que se ignora
esa insignificante libertad de gemir
ese carnal vacío
ese naipe sin mazo
ese adiós a ninguna
esa espiga de suerte
ese hueco en la almohada
esa impericia
ese sabor grisáceo
esa tapa sin libro
ese ombligo inservible
la soledad en fin
                              esa guitarra
de pronto un día suena repentina y llamante
inventa prójimas de mi costilla
y hasta asombra la sombra
qué me cuentan

en verdad en verdad os digo que
nada existe en el mundo como la soledad
para buscarnos tierna compañía
cohorte escolta gente caravana

y el espejo ese apático supone
que uno está solo sólo porque rumia
en cambio una mujer cuando nos mira sabe
que uno nunca está solo aunque lo crea
ah por eso hijos míos si debéis elegir
entre una muchacha y un espejo
elegid la muchacha

cómo cambian los tiempos y el azogue
los espejos ahora vienen antinarcisos
hace cuarenta años la gente los compraba
para sentirse hermosa para saberse joven
eran lindos testigos ovalados
hoy en cambio son duros enemigos
cuadrados de rencor bruñidos por la inquina
nos agravian mortifican zahieren
y como si tal cosa pronuncian su chispazo
mencionan lustros y colesterol
pero no las silvestres bondades de estraperlo
la lenta madurez esa sabiduría
la colección completa de delirios
nada de eso         solamente
exhuman
las averías del pellejo añejo
el desconsuelo y sus ojeras verde
la calvicie que empieza o que concluye
los párpados vencidos siniestrados
las orejas mollejas la chatura nasal
las vacantes molares las islas del eczema

pero no hay que huir despavorido
ni llevarle el apunte a ese reflejo
nadie mejor que yo
para saber que miente

no caben en su estanque vertical
los que fui los que soy los que seré
siempre soy varios en parejos rumbos
el que quiere asomarse al precipicio
el que quiere vibrar inmóvil como un trompo
el que quiere respirar simplemente

será que nada de eso está en mis ojos
nadie sale a pedir el vistobueno
de los otros que acaso y sin acaso
también son otros y en diversos rumbos
el que aspira a encontrarse con su euforia
el que intenta ser flecha sin el arco
el que quiere respirar simplemente
será que nada de eso está en mi ceño
en mis hombros mi boca mis orejas
será que ya no exporto dudas ni minerales
no genera divisas mi conducta
tiene desequilibrios mi balanza de pagos
la caridad me cobra intereses leoninos
y acaparo dolor para el mercado interno

será que nada de eso llega al prójimo
pero yo estoy hablando del y con el espejo
y en su Iuna no hay prójima y si hay
será tina entrometida que mira sobre mi hombro

los prójimos y prójimas no están el el luciente
sencillamente son habitantes de mi
y bueno se establecen en mi como pamperos
como arroyos o como burbujas

por ejemplo las dudas no están en el espejo
las dudas que son meras preconfianzas
por ejemplo los miércoles no están
ya que el espejo es un profesional
de noches sabatinas y tardes domingueras
los miércoles de miércoles quien se le va a arrimar
pedestre o jadeante
inhumano y cansado
con la semana a medio resolver
las tardes gordas de preocupaciones
el ómnibus oliendo a axila de campeón

los insomnios no caben por ejemplo
no son frecuentes pero si poblados
de canciones a trozos
de miradas que no eran para uno
y alguna que otra bronco no del todo prevista
de ésas clue consumen la bilis del trimestre

tampoco aquellos tangos en Ios que uno sujeta
en suave diagonal la humanidad contigua
y un magnetismo cálido y a la vez transitorio
consterna los gametos sus ene cromosomas
y entre corte y cortina se esparcen monosílabos
y tanto las pavadas aleluya
como las intuiciones aleluya aleluya
derriban las fronteras ideológicas

verbigracia qué puede rescatar el espejo
de una ausencia tajante
una de esas ausencias que concurren
que numeran sus cartas
y escriben besos ay de amor remoto

qué puede qué podría reconocer carajo
de las vidas y vidas que ya se me murieron
esos acribillados esos acriborrados
del abrazo y el mapa y los boliches
o los que obedecieron a su corazonada
hasta que el corazón les explotó en la mano
sea en el supermarket de la mala noticia
o en algún pobre rancho de un paisaje sin chau

poco puede conocer de los rostros
que no fueron mi rostro y sin embargo
siguen estando en mí
y menos todavía
de los desesperantes terraplenes
que traté de subir o de bajar
esos riesgos minúsculos que parecen montañas
y los otros los graves que salvé como un sordo
así hasta que la vida quedó sin intervalos
y la muerte quedó sin vacaciones
y mi piel se quedó sin otras pieles
y mis brazos vacíos como mangas
declamaron socorro para el mundo

en la esquina del triste no hay espejo
y lo que es
                  más
austero
                                        no
hay auxilio
por qué será que cunden fas alarmas
y no huy manera ya de descundirlas

el país tiene heridas grandes como provincias
y hay que aprender a andar sobre sus bordes
sin vomitar en ellas ni caer como bolos
ni volverse suicida u miserable
ni decir no va más
porque está yendo
y exportamos los huérfanos y viudas
como antes la lana o el tasajo

en el muelle del pobre no hay espejo
y lo que es
                   más
sencillo
                                        no
hay adioses

los tratemos que estaban en el límite
las muchachas que estaban en los poemas
asaltaron de pronto el minuto perdido
y se desparramaron como tinta escarlata
sobre las ínfulas y los sobornos
metieron sus urgencias que eran gatos
en bolsas de arpillera
y cuando las abrieron aquello fue un escándalo
la fiesta prematura
igual que si se abre una alcancía

hacía tanto que éramos comedidos y cuerdos
que no nos vino mal este asedio a la suerte

los obreros en cambio no estaban en los poemas
estaban en sus manos nada más
que animan estructuras telas fibras
y cuidan de su máquina oh madre inoxidable
y velan su garganta buje a buje
y le toman el pulso
y le vigilan la temperatura
y le controlan la respiración
y aquí atornillan y desatornillan
y allí mitigan ayes y chirridos y ecos
o escuchar sus maltrechas confidencias
y por fin cuando suena el pito de las cinco
la atienden la consuelan y la apagan

los obreros no estaban en los poemas
pero a menudo estaban en las calles
eon su rojo proyecto y eon su puño
sus alpargatas y su humor de lija
y su beligerancia su paz y su paciencia
sus cojones de clase
qué clase de cojones
sus olas populares
su modestia y su orgullo
que son casi lo mismo

las muchachas que estaban en los poemas
los obreros que estaban en las mulos
hoy están duros en la cárcel firmes
como las cuatro barras que interrumpen el cielo

pero habrá otro tiempo
es claro que habrá otro
habrá otro ticnlpo porque el tiempo vuela
no importa que ellas y ellos no estén en el espejo
el tiempo volará
                             no
como el cóndor
ni como el buitre ni como el albatros
ni como el churrinche ni como el venteveo
el tiempo volara como la historia
esa ave migratoria de atlas fuertes
que cuando Ilega es para quedarse

y por fin las muchachas estarán en las mulos
y por fin los obreros estarán en los poemas
ay espejo ignorás tanta vida posible
tenés mi soledad
vaya conquista
en qué mago atolón te obligaste a varar
hay un mundo de amor que te es ajeno
así chic no te. quedes mirando má mirada
la modorra no escucha campanas ni promesas
tras de mi sigue habiendo un pedazo do historia
y yo tengo la llave de ese cobre barato
pero atrás más atrás
o adelante mucho más adelante
hay una historia plena
una patria en andamios con banderas posibles
y todo sin oráculo y sin ritos
y sin cofre y sin llave
simplemente una patria

ay espejo las sombras que te cruzan
son mucho más corpóreas que mi cuerpo depósito
el tiempo inagotable hace sus propios cálculos
y yo tengo pulmones y recuerdos y nuca
y otras abreviaturas de lo frágil
quizá una vez, te quiebres
dicen que es mala suerte
pero ningún espejo pudo con el destino
o yo mismo me rompa sin que vos te destruyas
y sea así otra sombra que te cruce

pero espejo ya tuve como dieciocho camas
en los tres años últimos de este gran desparramo
como todas las sombras pasadas o futuras
soy nómada y testigo y mirasol
dentro de tres semanas tal vez me vaya y duerma
en ml cama vacía número diecinueve
no estarás para verlo
no estaré para verte

en otro cuarto neutro mengano y transitorio
también habrá un espejo que empezará a
   escrutarme
tan desprolijamente como vos
y aquí en este rincón duramente tranquilo
se instalará otro huesped temporal como yo
o acaso dos amantes recién homologados
absortos en su canje de verguenzas
con fragores de anule e isócronos vaivenes

no podrás ignorarlos
egos le ignorarán
no lograrás desprestigiar su piel
porque será de estreno y maravilla
ni siquiera podr á vituperar mi rostro
porque ya estaré fuera de tu alcance
diciéndole a otra luna de impersonal herrumbre
lo que una vez te dije con jactancia y recelo

he venido con toldos mis enigmas
he venido con todos mis fantasmas
he venido con lerdees mis amores

y antes de que me mire
como vos me miraste
con ojos que eran sello parodia de mis ojos
soltaré de una vez el desafío

ay espejo cuadrado
nuevo espejo de hotel y lejanía
aquí estoy
                  ya podés
empezar a ignorarme.
Aryan Sam May 2018
Am crying heena ji
Uparo meeh pe reha
uparo gaane ewe de lage hoye ne
sala sab kuch yaad ayi janda
te u nu apne kol na dekh ke
jaan nikli ja rahi

kai dina to me jaan buj ke nai c likh reha kuj
but aj control nai hoea
life pata nai ki ban ke reh *** he
ewe lagda jiwe kuch matlb hi nai he is life da
office jao, ghar aao. Ghar wali naal bi dil ni krda chal nal gal karan da
even oh bi ro lai, ki tuci menu pyar nai krde
oh is krke roi ki usnu lagda kite me chad na dawa us nu thuhade krde
usnu thuhade to bada dar lagda he
thuhade naam to bada dar lagda he

but me fas gea ha
parso sari raat roi gea me.
ghar wali us time so rahi c
menu pata oh raat kiwe langi meri

***, koi value hi nai rakhda ***
bilkul dil nai krda

sala mausam ewe da ban gea ki
rona a gea

Thuhade husband nal dekhea c u nu.
Soh lage, maran da dil kar reha c.
dil kr reha c ki gaddi mara kite le jake

fer tuci 7 phase wali market chale gaye
uthe tuci mehndi lagwai
te me uthi wait kr reha c thuhadi
sach kaha me has jarur reha c
but andro ro reha c
thuhanu dikhana nai c chanda ki
me thuhanu dekh lea he
menu nai pata ki tuci menu dekhea ya nai
but mera koi motive nai c apni shakal
dikhan da thuhanu

Le lao badle heena ji
chup reh ke jeena bada okha he
me bi dekhda ha kinni der
chup beth sakde ** tuci
kinni patients he thuhade wich
me bi dekha.
McKenzie Feb 2015
I thought this day would never come
but here i am
sitting in this crowded room
filled with silence
Distant sounds coming from down the hall
i stare out the windows
watching the wind blow the empty branches
back and forth
like a game of volleyball
i here the sounds of birds singing
their little songs
back and forth
passing back the messages that they can only understand
i sit there in this crowded room
filled with silence as fas as the ear can hear
I think i wroye this in the middle of test and then had to read it out to everyone there i syill remember almost collapsing because of my anxiety
Hannah Christina May 2018
be gin and it seems there is so much time left / pro ceed ing and speed ing much fast er a gain / craw ling and march ing the mo ments count down / the tick ing grows loud er the se cond hand 's shou ting and fas ter yet slo wly i'm fro zen a sleep / i'm thin king in slo mo time's spee ding and surg ing a round de com pos ing and what do i mean  ? what can i show for the min utes i'm was ting ? i need to be mov ing like there 's no time left / can i get some where make some thing be fore the end ? move me to trust you build some thing be cause I can 't / ev er y se cond i'm dying i need your breath /
Trying something a bit different than my usual form.
Edits made 5/27/18
Harry J Baxter Apr 2013
Let me tell you about the time I got jumped,
my pumped up heart thumped me apart
it was around three AM
and we were drunk again
drinking flavored ***** in my apartment
somewhere in between boys and men
drinking to our heart's content
we head out and hit the cement
we were going to the Camel
where we thought time would unravel
It was a small venue on broad street
they did ska and jazz and other stuff
and it was never full, not by far
but we were in the mood for drunk ska
and we danced
or more so we thrashed
and kicked and punched and all kinds of other ****,
then the show was over
and we headed back
walking down broad street at 3 AM
can make you superstitious
can make you avoid every crack to avoid a broken back
we turned onto first street
and it was dark out
the sort of dark that is only viewed in a six year old's room
the sort of dark that breeds monsters in closets
or under beds, **** it, it's all in our heads,
but people are monsters that do exist
they kick and twist
vicious spirits of malice and ****
I heard the footsteps
clapclapclapclapclap
and just had time to think
"somebody is running awfully fas-"
blinding lights like fireworks
exploded in front of me
and I was on the pavement
about a  foot away from me
or where I was
what was the cause?
my face hurt, and why all this blood?
my friend Michael
he's a skinny art kid
was on the ground
getting what I can only call
the absolute **** kicked out of him
I mean he just couldn't win
they circled like vultures
these rejects of culture
"What you got? What you got?"
he got
a pair of tight skinny jeans
and a pocket full of artistic dreams
they couldn't squeeze past the seams
and they gave up
when somebody at the bus stop
yelled
"******* SOMEBODY CALL THE COPS!"
they were off
and I've never seen people run so fast
I mean seriously
these guys were hauling ***
these members of the criminal class
not bad
just desperate and lost
and sick of being **** on
so they ******* with us
they didn't even get any money
they just left behind a few bruises
and a cracked lens in Michael's glasses
We went up to my apartment
I knew I wouldn't be pressing charges
those men were indiscriminate targets
and actually finding them seemed far fetched
no instead I put some ***** on a paper towel
and put it on the **** on my arm
I then proceeded to run around the apartment
trying to articulate the burning pain of my arm
but instead it came out something like
"oh **** oh **** ohhh Jesus Christ this really ******* hurts!"
and then we drank more
and I passed out on my bed
fully clothed
my ****** arm exposed
and I fell asleep laughing
because ******* it
I was alive
Into Young Womanhood

this glorious role, sans
     helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
     fills thy being
     with joie de vivre and doth add dorn
more resplendent than any horn
of plenty, and aye can only imagine
     more precious than fine spun gold
ah...how this papa doth recall,
     when he didst hold

and/or swaddle his edenic bundle of joy
     and taking stock,
     how she (christened
     Eden Liat) didst mold

herself into an autonomous offspring,
     rarely receiving a scold
cuz, she most times seemed well mannered
     and infrequently told,

and thus said benevolent prized progeny
     required no special programming nor app
even when a child, adolescent or,
     latte (sipping) teen,
     this genetic bounty evinced

     laser like thinking
     with a custom made thinking cap
although...yes, (there erupted a verbal flap
toward the missus or me,
     (the latter and former

     markedly differed asper child rearing,
     which unseen rift
     engendered a figurative gap
mollycoddling, holding, consoling,
     et cetera distraught daughter on me lap

which cradling, fas incubating, rocking...,
     which oft found
     this biomedically cherished baby taking her nap
twas at such poignant bonding moments,
page number two.

     aye DID NOT decry the parent trap,

thus now, special "gifts"
     with bittersweet motions bespeak
as tears (viz - ode to joy)
     stream down each stubbled cheek
this middle aged grown man,
     doth recollect with embarrassment
     how as a teen thyself as classic "geek"
whereat mine demeanor extremely meek
AND let NO chanced avail

     for one to take a peak
and now...unstoppable
     grievousness awoke,
     oh no...nothing un speak
or print able did occur only a human weak

ness, when thine voice
     un-necessarily raised yet,
blink back moistened
     slightly crowsfeet darkened eyes set

tills within this intelligent
     well read and let
hard bloke accepts the "circle game of life"
...listening to thee

     beautiful, charming, exemplary dulcet
an em ma nant treasured
     valuable accouterment tummy life...
     YOU BET!
Will the moment comes when we will be together,
arm in arm, embraced as we dance until the morning?

Listening to the songs of the western ocean;
a kiss upon my cheek while on you, my sacred colors adorning.

We embrace and reflect on the first glance of each others' eyes
While the earth below us is illuminated by endless, starry skies.

I never want this moment to end; entwined by land and sea.
I will bless the very day you first glanced at me.

And if the sun fades forever, and our souls become blue,
In this world or in the next, I swear, I will never abandon you.

///

An tig am mionaid nuair a bhios sinn còmhla;
gàirdean air a ghabhail a-steach agus sinn a 'dannsa gu madainn?

Ag èisteachd ri caol a 'chuain an iar;
pòg air mo ghruaidh, fhad 's a tha e ort, mo dhathan naomh a' sgeadachadh.

Bidh sinn a 'gobhail ri agus meòrachadh air a 'chiad sealladh de shùilean a chèile
tha an talamh gu h-ìosal air a shoilleireachadh le speuran gun stad.

Chan eil mi a-riamh ag iarraidh gun tig an ire seo gu crìch, air a cheangle le fearann is muir
Beannaichidh mi an dearbh latha a choimead thu orm an toiseach

Agus ma tha a 'ghrian a' dol fodha gu bràth agus ar n-anaman a' 'fas gorm
Anns an t-saoghal seo no an ath rud, tha mi a 'mionnachadh cha trèig mi thu gu bràth
mikecccc Apr 2016
Surprise
headlights
fight flight
pause
move faster
move fas
too late.
Michael Mar 2018
I’ve got my Sphere, I’ve got my spells
With plenty other whistles and bells
I’ve got my Journeyman, blue as my heart
Cause I know before we even start
The group may cast and bash and hack
And even drive the Darkness back
But when it ends, despite the pleasure
The increased skill and will and treasure
I’ve pressed myself to breath and bone
And then I’m left here all alone

 I set out with my friends and kin
With holy Light we travel in
To forests bright and caverns dark
And reawaken Aisling Spark
The rogue sets traps with deadly skill
The monk deals death with spirit still
The warrior swings his sword and mace
I fas until I’m blue in the face!
Our wounds with prayers the priest atones
Yet afterwards, I’m all alone

The monsters die, and skills we learn
But quick enough the fiends return
I grow in power every moon
But others pass me just as soon
We drive back Darkness from the night
But does that fill our Souls with Light?
I Awakened for a Lady fair
But she long ago left Temuair
I have Fire, Water, Wind and Stone
But blue I stand here, all alone
Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission
to be lovey dove vee.

Vague remembrances of dream  
which recurred with frequency
transfixed by Sir Real majesty
shows me and the misssus evicted.

Hum habitually hiccuping
in tandem feeling woozy
virtually celebrating monarchism
with British Royal Family,
and about eager and ready
to take a snoozy
so please pardon this poet
exhibiting being a lil oozy,
nevertheless yours truly
birthed the following verse
a reasonable rhyme and doozy
considering yours truly tipsy and *****.

Now this raggedy man
whilst deep in sleep
this past night
what felt like galactic body
fell upon ma slumbering heap
affecting immediate fear
lest worst nightmare
viz management boot us
into emotional inferno

felt steel tipped kickstarter,
would crush with might
but lo… heavy weighted body
just zee spouse
plunked herself into zzz land
immediately within unconsciousness deep
that's the husband unable
to recaptcha pleasant dreams
well nigh past midnight.

Unable to shake away drunken stupor
nor defeat insomnia
reliving sinister tête-à-tête
so...rather than emit shrieks
like some angry bird
idea arose to resume completing poem
expressing discombobulated state,
whereby sixty shades
of grey matter feels
similar to thick whey curds
palliative sans restorative power
per rest hopefully clear muddled pate

plagued with grogginess
and marauding herds
of mailer daemons worse
than unsuitable mate
or a world wide web filled with nerds,
thus lethargy purged
via catharsis forming swords
follow rhyming pattern
to convey drowsy tipsy mood,
a synonym for my words.

Noah respite despite eliminating kinks
courtesy arched back from cat nap
as ginned tonic, nor lion here
feline groovy getting high temporarily
spells relief and serve as balm
with pillowed temptress ever near
beckons softly inviting calm
before this human
goes awry and berserk on manic tear
being revisited from haunts
inside head of this wordsmith
caught by men in white coats
coming to take me away
**-**, hee-hee, ha-ha,

to the funny farm
straitjacketing this maniac
wrought with weariness
dark ringed circles around eyes  
showing Adonis long since didst veer
Judas Priest or  
if you prefer heavens to murgatroyd
can't stomach bulge
spills o'er tattered underwear,
whose ***** by the way
once upon a time
about the size of average palm pilot,
yet taut for witnessing
three score plus three mortal year.

This ole goat intoxicated,
plus forcibly locked within
fas paux blinding darkness,
the pitch black common
all purpose room
in disarray after Skyping English fete
at fictional Knock Less Apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly

hair raising dreaded locked
rooted tension doth amplify
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nippy nap noopy,
pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned alley bye

barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry;
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped

akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scapegoat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy,"
where accursed cruel fate destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader,” I

pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"

springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
mine hermetically faux invisible prison,
where this troubadour doth reside,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
against inevitable mortality

(out maws of death)
gleefully depriving grim reaper
death his domain and
eventual unavoidable claim,
but if such kind unaccustomed soul
can cushion the blow of penury...
vis a vis philanthropic treatment
manifested as deliverance  

courtesy anonymous altruistic benefactor
plucking one bard
off downward slippery
precipice of homelessness,
ye will be rewarded with apple pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai,
yet moment with
Holden Caulfield doppelganger
made famous qua Catcher in the Rye.
The following poem crafted
not quite thirty months ago,
when severe bad hair day
found yours truly self sequestered
toying with notion
to coif, primp, and tease, his limp locks,
(whose hirsute trademark noncompliant)
donned, heaped, lacquered,
and puffed up swiftly tailored,
and the harried style
analogous to infamous forty fifth president.

I stand, (albeit figuratively) athwart
current mainstream popular opinions concluded
(i.e. swirling) within
metaphorical eddies storied Senate high court
case in point constituting acquittal regarding

good and plenti jinxed
high crimes and misdemeanors
purportedly linkedin quid pro quo
then president Donald John Trump,
whereby Republican partisan tipping point

ultimately decreed triumph
able, eager, ready, and willing to escort
kickstarting naysayers, rebel rousers,
and woebegone yawping zealots
(think Democrats) courtesy,

a fictional humanoid robot christened Gort
first debut appearance in 1951
20th Century Fox American science
fiction film The Day the Earth Stood Still.

Smug mugshot depicts
victorious commander in chief with jutting jaw
can now figuratively wring his hands
(more resembling puffed wheat bear paw)

whereat he reveals sharp glistening
barbed freighted, galvanized pointed claw
daring any elected official to follow scofflaw
(think Nancy Pelosi, who got hustled off -

her role as speaker of the House
security details immediately did withdraw
faster than greased lightning,
and/or Quick Draw Mcgraw
after she ripped Trump’s

State of the Union speech),
she definitely decreed guilty of fas paux
undoubtedly wincing how she got raw
end concerning high stakes Art of the Deal.

Drama under domed capital suddenly
(hello kitty) meow my
tectonically shifted analogous
to hydrogen bomb that fell out of sky
starring loose cannon shot
supremely above United States government law,

oh my dog I wanna die
versus enduring four more years,
one garden variety generic guy
who doth agonizingly decry
what will become of truth tellers forced to lie

thru their teeth...
er (yours truly) dentures, whereby
that will pose no deterrent for bluetooth to spy
every painstaking action cumulative data
nowhere off limits, yupper even

becoming American as apple pie
plus embedded into skein of ordinary house fly,
thus essentially fomenting grassroots
freedom fighting militia to stave off doom...
analogous as one after another protesters
dangle over the River Kwai.
I stand, (albeit figuratively) athwart
current mainstream popular opinions concluded
(i.e. swirling) within
metaphorical eddies storied Senate high court
case in point constituting acquittal regarding

good and plenti jinxed
high crimes and misdemeanors
purportedly linkedin quid pro quo
president Donald John Trump,
whereby Republican partisan tipping point

ultimately decreed triumph
able, eager, ready, and willing to escort
kickstarting naysayers, rebel rousers,
and woebegone yawping zealots
(think Democrats) courtesy,

a fictional humanoid robot christened Gort
first debut appearance in 1951
20th Century Fox American science
fiction film The Day the Earth Stood Still.

Smug mugshot depicts
victorious commander in chief with jutting jaw
can now figuratively wring his hands
(more resembling puffed wheat bear paw)

whereat he reveals sharp glistening
barbed freighted, galvanized pointed claw
daring any elected official to follow scofflaw
(think Nancy Pelosi, who got hustled off -

her role as speaker of the House
security details immediately did withdraw
faster than greased lightning,
and/or Quick Draw Mcgraw
after she ripped Trump’s

State of the Union speech),
she definitely decreed guilty of fas paux
undoubtedly wincing how she got raw
end concerning high stakes Art of the Deal.

Drama under domed capital suddenly
(hello kitty) meow my
tectonically shifted analogous
to hydrogen bomb that fell out of sky
starring loose cannon shot
supremely above United States government law,

oh my dog I wanna die
versus enduring four more years,
one garden variety generic guy
who doth agonizingly decry
what will become of truth tellers forced to lie

thru their teeth...
er (yours truly) dentures, whereby
that will pose no deterrent for bluetooth to spy
every painstaking action cumulative data
nowhere off limits, yupper even

becoming American as apple pie
plus embedded into skein of ordinary house fly,
thus essentially fomenting grassroots
freedom fighting militia to stave off doom...
analogous as one after another protesters
dangle over the River Kwai.
The Path to a Distant Land

The fascist lie, a shroud so tight,
Keeps minds in chains, obscures the light,
It molds the fools in fearful ranks,
And drives them deep to terror’s banks.

Their hollow cries grow wild, insane,
A twisted choir of grief and pain…
Yet still they march, yet still they kneel—
Blind to the fate they help to seal.



---------------------



Mammoth

Mammoth gone? No, mammoth stays!
Lies still guide his twisted ways.
Since the rules were first decreed—
Only he may learn and lead.

All alone, he claims the right,
Blind to truth beyond his sight.
Scorns the sense that whispers near,
Yet without it—lost in fear.

Sense is light, but he obeys
Black-and-white, the mind’s decay.
Trapped in logic, cold and grim,
Doom is certain, bound to him.

Falsehood fades, its time is done,
Truth will rise with morning’s sun.
A new world will shape and grow—
Where intuition reigns to know.



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Cupid and the Riders of the Apocalypse

Cupid, fool, your aim is wrong—
Love, when all won’t last for long?
Hooves are pounding, cold as stone,
Be their herald—ride, be gone!

Let your wings bring news to those
Pure of heart, still sensing fate.
See and check—the end soon shows.
Curse it loud, but don’t be late!



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The Eternal Song of Blatherskite

Suicide’s a wicked sin—
A waste of meat, yet he keeps driving
The herds to slaughter, kith and kin,
For ages—Blatherskite’s surviving.

He shifts his shape, he hides his face,
Yet still his song remains the same.
A traitor dares to shun the race
Of chains, enclosures, death, and shame.



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Roulette of Pseudo-Life

Odd and even, even, odd—
Yet this roulette seems so flawed:
Whole numbers spin—oh, can't you see?
I would rather bet on Pi.

Golden ratio haunts my mind,
Not a day it stays behind.
Every thought comes back to Phi,
While the world just sighs: "Oh my!"

Cash and status rule the game—
Roulette’s flaw remains the same.
So I place it all on zero,
Though it shines, it isn’t hero.

"Yes" or "no"—a mere machine,
But the world is in between.
Trust your senses, look around—
See the shades that can't be found…



---------------------



Twist Them Tight!

"The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure, and the intelligent are full of doubt."
— Bertrand Russell


No doubt! No fear! March on, be bold!
Our leader guides us to pure gold.
And if you’re not with us—beware!
He’ll raise his hand and shout: "Go tear!"

We’ll hunt them down, we’ll break their backs,
We’ll chase them, sniff out all their tracks.
Those clever fools—we’ll make them pay,
They’re spineless worms—so bend, obey!

Twist them tight and don’t delay!
Drag the nearest **** away!
A worthy foe is what we lack—
Once all those thinkers hit the sack,

Once madhouse doors and jails are filled,
We’ll march ahead, we won’t be stilled.
Against outsiders, strike and burn—
Our flag will fly, our ways will turn

Into the norm for mindless sheep
Who trust the lies, obey, don’t weep.
And those who dare to doubt—beware!
The weak in war have no place there.



---------------------



Brutodrome

Glad to serve!
Why observe
All those foolish dreams of mind?
In the FILTH, I'm feeling fine!

Bow and follow, praise the lie,
Evil wears a saintly guise.
Eat, breed, babble—don’t ask why,
Live it up—till no one dies…



---------------------



Distilling Rot into Rant

The system rots—it’s nothing new,
For centuries, we’ve watched it stew.
But now the rot itself has fled,
All that remains is stench and RANT.

Beyond this RANT, so few survive,
Once more, we’ll build—bring back to life
A world that’s torn, consumed by blight,
Worn-out, exhausted, drained of light.



---------------------



Humans and Humanoids

Ego will lead you into the void,
A hollow world, so loud, yet empty.
The worthy few stand unalloyed—
But who is real, and who pretends be?

It isn’t hard to tell apart—
Their eyes will shine or stare so lifeless.
Divided deep, in soul and heart,
Though outward marks are blurred and sightless.

That emptiness… it weighs us down,
Without paradox, life’s just fiction.
Darkness will claim its rightful crown—
CowID’s the test: the mice show friction.



---------------------



Chemtrails Reflect the Sun’s Fierce Rays

They spray the skies with chemtrail streams,
Not at night—so faint, they fade from sight…
By day, a silver veil redeems
The air from sunlight’s burning might.

The raging Sun keeps turning cruel,
Its scorching beams will leave no trace—
It burns the world, no shade, no fuel,
A prelude to the End of Days.

And fools stand blind—they cannot see,
No thought, no reason, none will heed.
The ones who think—not just agree—
Are cast aside by fools and freaks.

For those who know, one path remains:
A Spirit’s Road beyond this lie.
When this zoo burns in crimson flames,
Their souls will flee to worlds on high.



---------------------



A Touch of "Madness" for True Knowing

The Mine of Death—
A well of lies.
Go test it, lest
You pay the price.

The mind goes blind
In halls of lore—
But cracked, it finds
A sharper core.

Less of "facts"—
More sense, more feel.
All true knowledge
Drips, not spills.

Yet intuition, strong and wise,
May turn the trickle to a tide.



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Marine and "Nerd"

Marines—
They win.
The troops—
All in.
The "nerd"—a joke,
A pawn, a clown.
The bureaucrat—
He wears the crown.

A traitor’s praised,
A king of lies.
— Who needs the Lyre?
— It slowly dies...

The scholar, the crook,
The jester in power—
They poison the souls,
Make masses cower.

Deception reigns,
Truth is denied.
Who needs the Lyre?
Their life’s designed—
From bistro to the latrine aligned...



---------------------



"School"—So They Say

Memory overload’s the key—
To rot the school intentionally.
A fool’s no fluke, but just the rule,
As nonsense turns the mind to gruel.

And all the manners, all the grace—
Just tricks to keep deep thoughts erased.



---------------------



Rejecting Evil

We resist—yet we obey,
Bound by fear, we walk astray.
Then we stumble all our lives,
Turning all the world to dust.

Evil’s vast, corrupts the soul,
To reject it makes us whole.
Dare to stand, refuse to bend—
Cast the Darkness to its end.



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Intuition

To wake from coma—
Means to rise,
Leave the familiar
World behind.

Step toward Spirit—
Life is there.
Sense it, feel it—
Poets dare.

Push perception
To the brink.
Hard at first?
Just act—don’t think.

Mind surrenders,
Turns to steel.
Not by learning,
But to feel.

Answers come
Through keen insight,
Crushing nonsense
With its light.

Rant is coma—
Time to wake!
World’s a tumor—
Bend, you break.



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The Upside-Down Mountain

The pit grows deeper—digging down,
Still chasing bedrock, far below.
It’s damp and dark, no light, no ground,
Yet miners toil—their task is so.

The money flows? Then dig with pride!
They’ll carve a hole both vast and grand.
And books will tell the kids in time:
"That mountain once stood tall and planned."

A new pit comes, and youth will learn
To dig once more, to carve the past.
And doubts will fade, as echoes turn:
"Those men were heroes to the last!"



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"Choice"

A squirrel runs—round and round.
They shout: "You’re free to choose!"
Yet in her mind, so tightly bound,
Lies nothing but obtuse.

Pick a bar—you get to choose
Which one will keep you spinning.
Trapped in lies, they chase the ruse,
Convinced that they are winning.

Young ones learn to jump and race,
Never pause, just keep on striving.
No one dares to say: this "choice"
Is nothing but conniving.



---------------------



Sheep’s Strong Bonds

The ram obeys—his shepherd near,
No fear of staff, no horn to chide.
So too with men—through faith or fear,
They're bound by God and laws as guide.



---------------------



To the Artist

Forget the crowd, the board, their praise—
It's better to write and let it stay.
No need to bend, no need to stray—
Eternal works may find their way.

For watching the masses, fearing their call,
Where slaves are many—free minds are few,
Will turn the artist, the writer, them all,
To traitors lost—their talent through.



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Entertaining Chemistry, or "Nature’s Crown"

This chemistry is quite the art—
Not for school, but for the feast.
They twist our minds, they tear apart,
And turn the crowd into a beast.

The dumbing down that schools begin,
The rotten media refine.
Forget your will, give up, give in—
Your mind is nearly out of time.

For reason fades where fools are vast,
And idiots now set the tone.
Free thought? Too rare—it couldn’t last.
And fascist claws keep growing strong.

The future? None. A twisted tale
That nears its grim and final part.
We’re not the same, we’re bound to fail—
The crown will rot, then fall apart.



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Amidst the Filth...

The heroes took another way
And lived a little more than most.
Now only **** and rot remain—
Dark years ahead, a heavy cost.

The CowID, the war, the stage is set,
The filth expands, the chains grow tight.
With bravery gone, the Spirit spent,
There's no one left to stand and fight.



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The Dead, or The World Unmasked

No disguise—just "FAS!"—the call,
And fools rush in without a doubt.
Fascism suits us, after all—
The dead now freely walk about.

The living lost, the dead run wide—
No thrill or feast can break the spell.
And in their joy, they **** their ride—
For walking corpses, all is well.



--- Total 22 poems. ---
The Global Madhouse

The madhouse marches, all obsessed
With "happiness"—their sacred quest.
Yet truth rejected, none are healed,
Just thrown in line to serve the rest.

They stand with fools, they serve the beasts,
Oblivious to what’s at stake.
It’s not just lies that scorch and feast—
They brand the herd for slaughter’s sake.

No madhouse now—it's something worse:
A global pen, a cattle curse.
All else is but a fleeting dream,
As minds dissolve in laws of sleep.



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Weariness Is Just a Trace

Weariness lingers—no more than a trace
Of time spent trapped in this pitiful place.
Its trials can twist you, can shatter, can break,
Yet losing your soul is the worst of mistakes.

So listen within—let your spirit be guide,
Or sorrow will deepen and darken inside.
Endurance has limits—don’t let it decay,
Or doubt will consume you and lead you astray...
Till nothing remains but your soul in decay.



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A Common Ram and a Komodo Beast

A ram—a beast, yet not just so:
It spits its poison, full of woe.
This world’s a pit, a reeking mire—
A shooting range for liars dire.

Its venom stinks, yet fools still trust
The creatures bred in filth and dust.
And thus they thrive—this wretched swarm—
For poisoned tongues have set the norm.



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Idiots in Service of Fiends

The weakest fools of a dying land—
The greatest threat of all.
For scraps, they serve a monstrous hand
And heed deception’s call.

Through lies, they take their vile commands,
Then chaos spreads like fire.
Far worse than ruthless outlaw bands,
Yet courage? None aspire.

They win by numbers—countless throngs,
A mindless, endless mass.
Their greed relentless, loud and strong—
Throw coins, they’ll bite on "Fas!"

Obedient, they march ahead,
As CowID made clear:
The fiends are fed, the world lies dead,
And filth still drowns us here.



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Light in the Night

The road is walked by those who strive—
Yet not by all who tread.
The dreamers chasing "paradise"
Will lead to Hell instead.

For this world's twisted, upside-down,
Corrupted to the core.
Your sandals torn? Then bare your feet
And wade through filth once more.

Temptations try to block your way,
Deceitful paths unfold.
The false god’s world is bleak and grey,
Yet tales of bliss are sold.

A compass? Yes! Not empty lies,
But Light that shines within.
Find it—without its guiding rise,
Dark Night will draw you in.



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Resistance to Fascism, or From Hell to Hell

A “tiny orchestra of hope”
Plays false, while singers preach and lie.
In "paradise," the traitors rise—
Their “holy father” rules the sky.

But hope, in Satan’s vile domain,
Is foolish, empty, blind, and weak.
Resisting fascist rule is vain,
Yet filth you’ll never dare to seek.

Your soul stays pure—though doomed to burn,
You'll face the flames with head held high.
Forget false hopes and fools who yearn
For Hell where monsters drive the sly.



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Oh, doctor dear, the soul's in pain!
Keep your bandage—it's in vain.
Through CowID, we all could see—
Gold, not healing, pleases thee.



---------------------



Propagandist

A arsonist walks among men—
Not a thief and not a foe.
He's the devil’s voice and pen,
Spreading lies where’er we go.



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The WHAT is naught, the HOW is slight,
Yet things should work a different way.
And what we have? A rotten blight—
To cast it out’s the grandest play.



--- Total 9 poems ---
Madness

“Normal” lunatics — this cracked world's need,
In a world derailed, where reason's shed.
Not God's return — the Devil's seed:
The second coming crowns the dread.

If fools and madmen fill the land,
Then Hell itself takes flesh and breath;
The Devil's trident rules each hand —
Each crazy soul’s a spiteful death.

A dolt will swallow any lie,
And follow every ordered thread.
The crazies kick the doors — just cry
“Sic ’em!” and watch the herd be led.

The Global Asylum's long been run
With practiced, bureaucratic art.
To turn the Asylum into ***** —
That would be filth to break the heart.

Just stir that mess — the end will come:
A total *******, black cascade.
A world beneath a fascist **** —
The end of History, madly made.

So killing **** in such a ward
Becomes the thing those fools will praise.
And fascists deal with idiots hard —
They poison NOTHING; empty ways.

Now many aren't even human —
Holes where people used to be.
Served up as food on monster's platter:
The non-human's meal — the weaklings' plea.

They call themselves “free” — a joke:
That “freedom” is to pick your fate
(Your gut they’ll chew). The freaks have choked,
Bellies stuffed; the idiot sleeps late.

Don’t shout “Wake up!” at the insane —
It’s easier to speak with cats.
All sane remains, beware the chain —
They’ll make of you their farmed-out brats.

So bind together, fight and fall
In unequal battle — better so
Than to be ground by that mad thrall,
A pulped-and-soulless, mindless mow.

You are a Spirit — know it’s true;
This matters here; the rest is pests.
Though everything is vile and blue,
If you're not “greeted,” keep your chest —
Hold fast: your soul survives the tests.



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Better to die as one — not feed
The mills of that mad, fascist herd.
Keep Spirit: starve the beast its need,
Die free than be their slaughtered word.



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Schizophrenizing the People

Schooling dulls the mind — a mass-made, blunt debasement,
Stress piled high to snap the fragile, frayed supply.
But that's not all: this slow, effective razing
Drives the mad herd to the cliff where reason dies.

To ******-form the populace's the method neat
For herding minds — a management of crowd.
The split of consciousness makes "normal" lives defeat;
What seemed like sense is hollow, crippled, proud.

I’ll list the signs of mind set splitting wide —
Though how to cram such filth in measured rhyme?
Decay has reached its pitch: two thirds are hollowed, fried —
A clinical psychosis masks as "time."

Concepts glued and warped — the fascist slime relents:
The patient calls the sickness lawful rule.
Enclosures, grey retreats — the dull domestic tents
Where people hide — “so as not to utterly lose.”

Real contact? Only contact with the rant and rot,
What vomits from each screen, each radio and page.
The world of knowing twists to shadows, cheap and fraught —
A desert of mirages fills the idiot's cage.

Then comes the blank absurdity and cheap contrition:
“We pity birds,” they say, while human souls drown fast.
Integrity is shattered by the all-consuming fiction;
The mind split into darkness, lies amassed.

Emotions starve, the will is frail and threadbare thin,
Compassion dead — the ego’s circle sealed.
Exemplars here are liars, **** that grin and sin:
If you won’t sell out — then you’re labeled loathsome, real.

A blizzard of word-games — ranting’s symptom number one:
“State” becomes a partnership of madmen’s law.
For those who think, it’s only chains and bars undone;
A prison named “the Nation” — cold, without a flaw.

We live inside a Global Asylum, all confined,
Where idiocy now passes as the norm.
Schizoid minds march after, sludge consumes the mind;
And fascism runs rampant in this fearsome storm.

Flee this madhouse. Gather every scattered sane remain,
Build communes, fortify your Mind and Spirit’s guard.
Save strength for decisive clash — don’t forge the good to pain,
Don’t let the clever become ugly, slavish, scarred.



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Run from the ward — unite the sane, prepare the fight;
Better to fall together than be ground by fascist grinds.
Keep Spirit, keep your mind — don’t let them steal your light.



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Schemas and Memes

Sham certainties — the scaffold of the scheme,
A logic's scaffold built on falsified belief.
They warp the world's abyss, its vast extreme;
And memetic lies roll out the sickly grief.

A falsified meme — behold the rotten fruit:
“Science” here brazenly trades truth for show.
It brings its guns, its paperwork, its brute,
And with a crooked sleight will strike the blow.

Even in plain mathematics truth will strain —
No pure logic lives without an aporia.
The tongue of science turned dogma — thus the bane
Topples other studies into hysteria.

Not findings, but the market's ***** trade;
Not knowledge — orders stamped and paid for hire.
The client is a monster: mind's castration made;
This filth gives the command, and minds catch fire.

When Spirit’s barred from “science,” shame's proclaimed;
fools hear only one mangled, crooked line.
“Scientific” dumbness — money unstained —
This *****-born tribe sifts reason into fine.

Fragmentation — consciousness torn by lies —
A planned result of that insidious school.
A constant race for who will take the prize,
Who'll carve the fattest slice and hide the tool.

And geniuses of sale will polish lies —
All bought and mangled, every slandered part.
Thus Spirit's image warped, the old deceit applies —
This pseudoscience was forged to break the heart.

They set that “axiom” firm — a false foundation —
These rotten hounds will ****, they'll justify the grate.
They'll bless the camps and make the final nation —
A future ****** by their appointed fate.



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Pseudoscience rigs the game — memes feed the lie;
They buy the brains, then cut the Spirit from the bone.
Fight, or let these devils bake the world to die.



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War

Liberation from… the people… of Donbas —
This war’s barbaric aim is plain to see.
Will fools obey the gnome-twin’s orders thus?
Will Emelya do as told so blindly?

Cohorts that forget all kin — they say they’ll “free”
Somewhere there — as if homes can be unmade?
No chance! When homes are wiped from Earth’s face, then
They’ll answer — vengeance will be paid.

They’ll drive them back — we only need to wait
A little longer yet; endure the bitter tide.
It’s hard to beat those wretches — true — but know:
You cannot conquer Motherland’s proud pride.



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Donbas must be freed — the goal is clear and grim;
Fools follow orders, but when homes are razed they’ll pay.
Hold fast — push them out; the Motherland won’t be their prey.



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The Road

A heavy road is knowing,
The shame of Hell laid bare.
Don’t flinch, don’t keep on showing
You’re scared of lesser fare.

Cut through the yawning Hollow,
See Spirit is the price.
Press on with strength to follow —
Fall back, and you’ll be blind to life.

You’ll stumble, dull, benighted…
Yet Soul’s true alchemy
Is sudden flame ignited.
Stop living like a flea!



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Spirit’s spark — the only gold.
Crawl no longer — rise, be bold!



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Tear through the pit, through Hell’s disgrace —
Rise, Spirit’s fire! Burn their face.
Enough of crawling, worms and fleas —
Stand fierce, strike hard — no shame, no knees!



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Spirit burns — no chains, no knees.
Rise and strike — no more of fleas!



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The Search for Answers to the Great Questions

“Truth has no path — that is its beauty: it is alive.”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti


Truth is living fire,
No road will make it near.
Choose a “path”? You’ll tire,
End in a prison here.

Walls of thoughts confine you,
Ceilings made of fear;
Chains will then remind you:
Step aside? You’ll smear.

Bound by dogma’s hammer,
Nailed to nonsense bare,
“Seekers” preach their grammar,
Drive out mind — soul snared.

Listen only inward:
Everywhere are lies,
Mirages and trick-words —
Soul alone is wise.

For the Evil Wizard
Builds his crooked way,
Leads the lame and withered
Straight to Hell’s decay.

Wizard rules by lying,
Spreads a velvet bed;
Even when you’re dying,
He’ll still raise your head.

Promising you “manna” —
Mark of false pursuit,
March the herd in tandem
Down the poisoned route.

Yet if life grows brighter,
You are closer still;
Spirit burning lighter,
Less of sorrow’s will.

Measure life by Spirit:
Only fire is true;
If you live a “slime-worm,”
Law consumes all you.

All the roads are salted,
Winter grinds them down.
“Being true” is faulty:
Lie to self — and drown.

Lie to self and neighbor,
“Seeking truth” in chains,
Or “to serve your nation”
As execution’s hand.

If you sell your essence,
You become a blade,
Slayer of the Spirit,
By your bargain made.

Fell from road deceitful?
Don’t complain or curse.
Where are you? Be heedful —
Find the answer first.

Look within, for in the mire
There is smoke and ash;
Demons rule that fire,
Satan leads their lash.

Where you are, don’t falter,
Throw off fear and lies.
See — the Light breaks open,
Truth before your eyes.

Truth’s no path, but brightness,
Hosts of living flame;
Madness swept to silence,
That’s the Gospel’s name.

When the lies are broken,
Light will burn anew;
You yourself — the Answer,
Truth is simple, true.



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Truth has no road, no path to bind —
It lives, it burns, it blinds the lies.
Look inward: there the Answer shines.



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No path to Truth — all roads are lies!
Burn down the wizards, blind their eyes!
The Soul’s the torch — let Spirit rise!



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No path! No lies! —
Truth burns, Soul flies.



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False Doctors, or Keep Silent…

"So easy to become an executioner:
Keep silent, silent, silent!"
— Alexander Galich, The Prospector’s Waltz, 1963


The bought-out fiends all held their tongues,
As CowID raged its charge everywhere.
A few among the hollow lies sprung
To speak — at least to shout “shame!” in air.

Not enough — the crimes were deeper,
No statute of limitations applies.
The world decays in endless reaper;
Dr. Mengele walks, the hospital’s a madhouse guise.

In “red zones” they treated mere sneezes —
Cured fully: corpses lined the floors.
Not psychs; excuses? “They were just pleases
Of fools.” Lies stacked behind closed doors.

They were criminals. Galich would stagger —
He’d never trust this filth, this pitch.
Half a century, all fell to swagger,
Pause for war — then came the next witch.

A new “virus,” through and through a lie —
They’ll maim and **** again, no shame.
And in between, they mourn, they sigh —
Less money earned if no one’s to blame.



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Silence makes the butcher’s hand,
Lies march in every land.
**** or earn — that’s the plan.



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Flow

The “roof” drips, drops in little streams,
Then runs as a brook, a creeping flow.
The closer the world nears the bottom seams,
The stronger the brook becomes a torrent’s show.

There it turns — it sweeps away the mind’s remains.
Forward! The global fascist pleads for bowing low.
All is sent to waste — the herd, the chains;
CowID confirmed it, war has shown the blow.

When all is washed away, the vile, the crude
Mistake all filth for honeyed gold.
The world stinks — “roofs” swept by lies’ rude flood;
The voice of Reason fades, illusions grow bold.

The world’s a mirage, a Boschian scene —
Monsters loom, grotesque and grim.
The answer’s simple, sharp, and keen:
Trust not lies — strengthen Spirit’s brim.

Only Spirit shields from fiends unseen,
Hidden puppeteers, their hands concealed.
Small **** with “smiling” faces lead the mean,
Before all eyes, they drive the herd to yield.



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Spirit shields — ignore the lies!
The world’s a flood, illusions rise.
Stand strong, strike back — the fiends despise.



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In Memory of Chikatilo

Chikatilo seems almost gentle
Compared to today's vile ****,
False doctors wield fascist power, mental
Castration in their every thumb.

In “red zones” these fiends together
Did not act alone, but in the crowd,
Destroying many, stormy weather —
The world unanimous, unbowed.

Stupidity reigns — the fools all scared,
Traitors, snitches, leashed and turned;
Upon the morons’ heads prepared,
The propagandists’ lessons burned.

Chikatilo seems quite kindly
Beside the screaming propagandist;
He howls — the idiots blindly
Take his roar as lawful gist.

Chikatilo, roughly, friendly
Next to officials, gives command:
They shout at fools, obediently
“Attack!” as if by their own hand.

The idiots do it all —
Muzzles, ****, a throng of lies;
The darkness lifts its curtain tall —
Time of furious assaults arise.

Reason is the aim; the few
Still keep it here, though birds may fall,
Vanishing like species in the red book view;
Everywhere the fiends’ triumph enthralls.



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Reason dies while fiends shout “Fas!”
Idiots march, obey the crass.
Hold fast — the Spirit fights, surpass.



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For Oneself

For oneself — the work is clear:
To write the poems, sharp and true.
For other things — don’t linger here,
If husks of gold or fame pursue.

Go chase the pop-song, shallow fun,
If trivial games appeal to you.
If not your face, then write “in drawers” —
There’s no other way to do.

Worse still ahead: for poems, pay.
Payment without return — anti-business creed.
They trust in luck, minds pierced like sieve,
Pay with health, with time — the need.

Even blood could be the price,
But now it’s squandered on the few
Who need the poems — rare and wise,
Not fools, but minds that see it through.

Fools abound — that’s the tale here told.
Few are rare? Then all is lost.
The command “Attack!” — the rotten scold
Will sweep it all, a vile cost.

He’s worse than lessons — pure decay,
A nasty idiot, clearing all away.



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Write for yourself, no husks, no pay!
Fools obey, the rotten sweep away.
Keep Spirit strong — don’t fall, don’t sway.



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Socialist Competition

Slaves were given “competition” —
A total, ****** mess!
Minds trained from youth for slaughter,
Only narrow skills impress.

When narrow, “horizons”
Press down upon the eyes.
The labor feels like battlefronts,
The bosses stormy skies.

Push, pressure, forced ambition,
Drive forward, grind the soul.
But instead of lash, the fuel —
A mob of propagandist trolls.

They bring news not of the horrors
Of wars, of fires, of the dead,
But tales of feats, of nonsense glories,
Of empty valor loudly spread.

On the front, a real feat’s needed,
And… a clever commander too.
A colonel from the workshop counted,
One forty rubles — many holes through.

It works — the narrow mind, the money puff,
Life itself becomes a heavy load.
But that’s how people get used to stuff,
Trained to follow the narrow road.

Slaves will have “competition” again,
Not in sport, but survival’s cruel game.
The hour approaches, all too near,
CowID first measured the stupid flame.

Next, the vermin will organize
Fascism for all — it’s set.
The world will march, enslaved, coerced,
By lies and power, soaked in debt.



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Slaves compete in misery’s race,
CowID first mapped the stupid face.
Next comes fascism — all embraced.



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Doubles and Fools

A bald “bunker” double
Rules the country — what a joke!
The original is dead, gone, subtle,
Yet a tiny actor woke.

Not that he spins his lies so well,
But that the depths endure this trash…
The people nearly crushed, a hell
Of propaganda’s stinking lash.

Controlled by NON-HUMAN fiends,
It binds the dulled, defeated mind.
The country’s gone — their rule proceeds,
Total, cruel, perverse, and blind.



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Doubles lie, fools endure,
Non-human rule, the world impure.
Mind crushed, the nation’s obscure.



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The Former

Former people of a former land,
Surfacing fears, hell of new war’s hand.
Turned zombies, dreams a murky haze,
Fallen souls, “thoughts” in filthy maze.

No escape — death’s grim grin,
Against nature — if the jackal wins.
A world without these fiends — the end,
Final years — this Hell must bend.



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Former souls, the fallen breed,
Hell rises, driven by their greed.
Only Spirit stands — the world to heed.



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The End…

Sanitary fascism returned in a flash
(In the apex of battles!) to Ukraine.
Hell on Earth has fully come to pass —
Man here equals cattle, bound in pain.

So the bottom’s broken through, no return
To normalcy remains in sight.
Destroy all filth the world can churn —
No world remains, just “sixth ward” blight.

A single task remains alone:
Death is better than this local Hell.
The sun shines brighter — fortune’s tone!
Aid it, for Will compels it well.

The sun’s light calls upon yourself —
After death, rebirth in Spirit awaits
For the few. The soulless you count as wealth
Of biotrash — dung flies in their fates.



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Sanitary fascism reigns, the world decayed,
Man is cattle, Spirit delayed.
Only the few rise — the rest betrayed.



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Muzzles

Past commissions in the madhouse,
To mark the insane and blind;
In this vile, mad little world, a spouse
Of lunacy will show their kind.

To live among the psychs is impossible —
Better to die with dignity.
Though murky, hard, and despicable,
Enduring filth’s a travesty.

The reality’s cruel and glaring —
Cataclysm will sweep it all.
Fascist **** is boldly daring,
To pre-execute the fools, their thrall.

Prepared in advance, the rabble,
The sheepish herd, the feeble test.
In two short years — a muzzle fable,
The flock in red cross “dress.”



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Muzzles on the insane herd,
Fools pre-killed by fascist word.
Spirit stands — the rest absurd.



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Monkey Cage

When you’re locked in a cage with monkeys,
And the cage is the whole world you see,
Soul and Heart become endless flunkies,
Mind crushed, crippled, painfully.

The monkeys here are hardly few,
Yet this subspecies fades away.
Genocide’s sting drives the truth askew,
Conscience and Shame are buried in decay.

Better in a grave than in that cell:
Shame runs wild — the only way,
Burn the cage, for within it fell
Half-reasoned fools, struck every day.



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Trapped with monkeys, mind in pain,
Conscience buried, all in vain.
Burn the cage — break free the chain.



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Example

The half-witted world welcomed the new age
In January of year zero’s dawn.
So when did man become a fool, a cage
Of spirit castrated, vilely drawn?

This simple example shows the core,
The twelfth from ten, if simplified a bit.
Only sludge in dulled, foolish minds — and more,
Most of these fools, the bottom’*****.

Two-thirds are idiots, countless ******’s reign,
And here it perceives nothing but filth.
TV-box lies — revenge of fiends’ domain
For obedience, laziness, and dulled wit’s pith.

No one prevented them from slight endeavor
To grow the mind — just a little, mere spark.
Thus the torrent of lies flows even cleverer,
Enough to **** the fools outright in the dark.



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Half-wits rise, the bottom cracked,
Fools drowned in lies, no truth intact.
Spirit stands — the rest attacked.



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The Work

If the work is clumsy,
Still persist — begun means ripe.
Perhaps the meaning, or the numbly
Pain that drives your mind to type.

Mastery comes when Meaning
Suddenly illuminates your mind.
Many stall, though — stuck in feeling,
Like frozen computers, left behind.

Hesitation, fear — expel them,
But multiply your critical eye;
For in the world’s dust, discernment
Counts most, above the lies and cries.

Intuition helps to conquer —
No other tool can match its might.
Let doubt’s worm not gnaw nor ponder,
Though wild nonsense clouds the sight.

From infancy we’re wrapped in chaos —
Learn to sort all shades of mad.
Most drown in it, a hopeless loss,
Yet skillful hands can turn it bad.

Nonsense can even be your weapon —
CowID has shown it plain.
Though the work is hard, relentless,
If you create, you’re not yet slain.

Few remain unbroken, truly.
Look around — the dead abound!
If your work survives fully, duly,
You’ve won the game — fools run aground.



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Begin the work, endure the pain,
Doubt and chaos, all in vain.
Create — you rise, the fools remain.



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You’ll Have Time to Die

You’ll have time to die —
Struggle a little first;
If you tremble, bleat, comply —
Life itself is cursed.

To die is not so hard:
Almost dead — long past…
Here lies “possibility” charred,
Faith is filth amassed.

Do not believe, keep fighting —
Death will stand nearby.
Not angry? — then you’re inviting
Idiot’s gaze, passersby.

Many are “herbivores,”
Even if in Hell they stray.
If you shrink, avoiding wars,
Then all is nonsense, all astray.

You’ll have time to die —
Finger pressed on asphalt’s edge…
If doubt you sow, destroy the lie
And its false gestalt pledge,

Then it’s quite possible
You’ll find something at the end.
Difficulty? Clarity? —
In a flash, you won’t comprehend.



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Struggle first, then face the night,
Doubt destroys false world’s blight.
Clarity may strike — a fleeting light.



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Early Morning Run

Friend, don’t step out at dawn to run,
If you’re a night-owl — heed this call.
The wounded don’t get along with sun,
Life here demands your mind through all.

Not by advice, but by your reason,
Those “wise” ones speak with crooked tongue.
“Body wisdom” is a false-season,
Schemes alone are dead, unsung.

If intuition fails, the head decides.
Since childhood, filth was poured inside —
Half-truths, lies, all shoved in hides,
Boldly they lied. Believe? — you’re blind!

Early morning runs are for the deer.
The world is twisted, upside-down.
Flee the lies, escape the fear,
And keep your Spirit, wear no crown.

Body wisdom, intuition, critique —
This alone is the true Path.
Everything else is fraud, oblique,
Falsehood’s sludge, deceiver’s math.



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Run at dawn? Only if strong.
Flee the lies — they’ve ruled too long.
Mind, Spirit, Path — the only song.



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato


The priority of the idea:
Enchanted wizards set it in play,
And evil schemes afar will sway,
From the Second Depth they surge —
A flood of filth, a monstrous urge,
Producing cries and howls in wake:
The idea bait — the more ornate, the darker stake.

The farther on, the fouler schemes
Are forced upon the blind, mute streams.
The ****** of Spirit — hidden themes,
While “edens” gleam with ****’s extremes,
A pleasure for the mind, deceived;
With a crippled brain, you’re hardly saved.

Allah, fascism, or communism?
Cretinism peaks — the ****’s prism.
The Spirit nearly crushed, undone,
Shame in decay, a total run.

The final idea whispers — strike
The Shame with courage, mocking alike,
Offering nothing but a fig
Instead of fools’ paradise, so big.

Yet penultimate, the Sun decided:
Burn the Devil’s legacy, light divided —
So slaves shall never glimpse a “heaven”
While radiance multiplies, from Sun shriven.



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Schemes of Evil, or the Second Depth of Ideas

"The idea is prior to matter."
— Plato

The idea first, then schemes arise,
From the Second Depth, a flood of lies.
Blind, mute people swallow the bait,
Foul schemes spread — sealing their fate.



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Alley Cats and the Big Questions of Life and Death

Cats teach of Death: their line of poison,
And human miseries, dark and chosen,
Makes death a norm — only the Seeker stands.
Death a riddle? Solve it with your hands!

Decay is everywhere — death is the law of life:
A terrible curse, degradation rife,
If bowed before Evil, believing Lies’ call —
The fool will never be left in thrall.

Spiritless eyes — look deep in their gaze!
Even the cats’ at dawn, through the haze.
A cat dies, gentle, a tear so slight —
It won’t help if humans hold the blight.

It repeats again. Do you feed them in vain?
Beyond Death, they teach life’s refrain:
Tenderness, food, a gaze without ill —
A faint dawn in darkness, Spirit to fill.

The world molds in deadly templates; sincerity’s dismissed —
Nothing “higher” lifts, nothing resists.
A living, true cat stands as example for Souls,
Who in the dark refuse to decay in holes.

The tailed gaze in darkness impresses the light;
To find it in humans — a harder fight.
Surface shows Fear and imposed Lies,
Hence humans are crueler, predators in disguise.

Simplicity, clarity, honesty endure —
Not touched by the vile guile obscure.
When nine-tenths of human minds are absurd,
Who’s wiser from the Beastly herd?

The hidden Beast rules the human pen —
More fearsome than any carnivorous men,
Destroying humanity through ideas’ substitution
For bipeds, victims of omnivorous illusion.

So cast away all lies, find the Light within —
Let it reflect in your eyes, begin.
Fail to find it — join the dead,
And pseudo-life turns again to Hell’s dread.



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Decadence

The sadists’ nonsense dressed in bloom —
All “flowery good,” “progress” assumed.”
For blood we toil, for scraps we strain,
At zero point, all flesh in pain.

They lure with chance, a hollow gain,
But turn to decadence again.
They’ll call it “New Renaissance” —
Their “progress” rots in slavery’s trance.

Praising “freedom” to the fool,
No countries left, no people’s rule.
The world’s a prison, wretched throng,
Three-quarters lost, or even more, mind gone.

Masks and needles, venom’s sting,
Fear commands the idiotic king.
Through lies it reigns: a global stench,
Above all powers, above all sense.

The traitor thrives, sells all away,
Praises sham, spreads fear in the fray.
The wicked end it with catastrophe —
Decadence turns fascist, none are free.

For spirits few, the cage is hell,
Escape is rare, a light to quell.
Refuse the heights — in darkness meet
The time of rot, of evil’s seat.

Worse yet in Hell’s eternal cell:
Obedience judged, the verdict fell.
The petty folk are needed still —
A relic of infernal will.



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Blood for scraps, toil for naught,
Sadists’ “progress” — rot is bought.
Masks and needles, fear’s command,
The world’s a prison, Hell at hand.



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THE BOTTOM OF DECAY

Swift trains run in circles:
A rogue **** ran wild —
Disease has taken hold
In every head.

In this world, almost all —
A global madhouse.
The sensitive and brave
Are rare among the herd,

Believing every tale —
You can scare them
With anything. Just hand out
All the filth: salvation

Must come from the chimera,
Or else it’s death.
Pseudo-science, “faiths,”
The hard ground of vile “ideas”

Turn fools into
Weak, obedient cattle.
And the further it goes,
The fouler the **** becomes.

A tail grows back —
Sticky fear presses down.
The world slips again —
Wars. Then into dust.

Cataclysms
Will sum it all up:
Fear, lies of fascism —
God dulled, stunned.

The stench of stupidity
Rises to the skies.
THE BOTTOM OF DECAY —
Wake up, this world!

If your Spirit is
Touched by the Most Pure,
The ******* won’t reach you,
A trainload of filth

Will rush past again —
The fast train of lies
Runs along the Abyss.
Sleepers — all deceit.

Cataclysm will wash away
The sleepers => all into Darkness.
Only the Spirit
Can open the Way Up to the mind.



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

Filth races in circles,
Fear presses like a tail.
Only Spirit cuts the lies —
All else drowns in the Abyss.



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BOTTOM OF DECAY

Filth swirls, fear crushes —
Only Spirit breaks the chain.



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1.
Decay runs wild, fear tightens —
Spirit alone strikes free.

2.
Filth drags the world down —
Only Spirit dares to rise.

3.
Rot spreads, fear grips —
Spirit cleaves the dark.

4.
Rot reigns, fools stumble —
Spirit smashes chains!

5.
Filth devours all —
Spirit rips the void!

6.
Madness spreads, the weak fall —
Spirit strikes, annihilates!

7.
Corruption floods the world —
Spirit cuts, uncompromised!

8.
Lies choke every mind —
Spirit breaks the tomb of fools!

9.
Decay claws at all —
Spirit burns, relentless flame!

10.
Fools swarm, the world decays —
Spirit strikes, no mercy stays!

11.
Rot festers, liars reign —
Spirit shatters every chain!

12.
Stupidity is law, despair —
Spirit laughs, and sears the air!

13.
All is slime, all is **** —
Spirit roars: the reckoning comes!



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1.
Fools breed, the world decays,
Spirit strikes, ignites the blaze!

2.
Rot spreads, the liars rule,
Spirit laughs, no chain nor school!

3.
All is slime, all is ****,
Spirit roars: the reckoning comes!

4.
Stupidity reigns, despair abounds,
Spirit burns and shakes the grounds!

5.
Corruption thrives, the weak obey,
Spirit strikes, sweeps filth away!

6.
Madness walks in every street,
Spirit crushes false deceit!

7.
The herd is blind, the fools consume,
Spirit rises, the world in gloom!

8.
Chaos laughs, the liars spin,
Spirit strikes — the reckoning wins!

9.
Decay rules, the weak capitulate,
Spirit’s fire won’t hesitate!

10.
Filth surrounds, corruption grows,
Spirit flares — the true path shows!



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1.
Rot spreads wide — fools march blind!
Spirit strikes, leaves chains behind!

2.
Slime and lies choke every street,
Spirit burns, the filth’s defeat!

3.
Blind herd obeys the lies,
Spirit screams, the falsehood dies!

4.
Madness rules, the world decays,
Spirit smashes, lights ablaze!

5.
Corruption stalks, the weak comply,
Spirit flares, the liars die!

6.
Decay devours the coward’s mind,
Spirit roars — the truth to find!

7.
Filth commands, fools kneel and crawl,
Spirit strikes, destroys them all!

8.
The herd is blind, the weak obey,
Spirit rages, sweeps away!

9.
Madness spins, the liars gloat,
Spirit burns, the truth will float!

10.
Chaos reigns, corruption thrives,
Spirit strikes — the pure survives!



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1.
Rot spreads — fools obey!
Spirit strikes — chains break away!

2.
Lies choke streets,
Spirit burns, deceit defeats!

3.
Blind herd kneels,
Truth smashes, filth reels!

4.
Madness rules, decay climbs,
Spirit roars — shatters lies!

5.
Corruption commands,
Spirit strikes, fools disband!

6.
Decay devours the weak,
Spirit roars — truth to seek!

7.
Filth controls, the herd crawls,
Spirit strikes — all it mauls!

8.
Blind obey, the liars thrive,
Spirit burns — the pure survive!

9.
Madness spins, lies gloat,
Spirit rises, truth will float!

10.
Chaos reigns, fools bow low,
Spirit strikes — let truth show!



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1.
Rot obeys — fools kneel!
Spirit strikes — truth’s steel!

2.
Lies choke all,
Spirit breaks the thrall!

3.
Blind herd bows,
Spirit’s wrath shows!

4.
Decay spreads,
Spirit treads!

5.
Filth commands,
Spirit slams!

6.
Madness spins,
Spirit wins!

7.
Chaos roars,
Spirit soars!

8.
Falsehood rules,
Spirit schools!

9.
Fools obey,
Spirit slays!

10.
Lies consume,
Spirit blooms!



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1.
Fools crawl in mud,
Spirit roars — strike blood!

2.
Rot swallows minds,
Truth shatters their binds!

3.
Blind herd obeys,
Spirit’s fire blazes!

4.
Decay spreads fast,
Spirit’s light will last!

5.
Filth rules the land,
Spirit smashes their hand!

6.
Madness grips all,
Spirit answers the call!

7.
Chaos reigns high,
Spirit claws the sky!

8.
Falsehood enslaves,
Spirit rips their graves!

9.
Idiot waves bow,
Spirit strikes now!

10.
Lies choke the earth,
Spirit sparks rebirth!



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1. Spirit strikes!
2. Rot burns!
3. Lies shatter!
4. Madness falls!
5. Truth blazes!
6. Filth dies!
7. Chaos screams!
8. Light cuts!
9. Herd crumbles!
10. Fire reigns!



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1. Rot!
2. Strike!
3. Blaze!
4. Smash!
5. Crush!
6. Shatter!
7. Fall!
8. Burn!
9. Tear!
10. Roar!



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1. Obliterate!
2. Annihilate!
3. Devour!
4. Exterminate!
5. Pulverize!
6. Ravage!
7. Incinerate!
8. Demolish!
9. Consume!
10. Eradicate!
11. Collapse!
12. Engulf!
13. Wreck!
14. Oblivion!
15. Doom!



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Ravage! Crush! Burn! Break! Doom!



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Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear, annihilate, doom, rise, strike!



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Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear, annihilate, devastate, doom, strike, rise, roar, obliterate, ignite, conquer!



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

Ravage, crush, burn, break, shatter, tear,
Annihilate, devastate, doom in the air.
Strike, rise, roar — the world’s in flame,
Obliterate, ignite, none left the same.

Conquer, crush, no mercy shown,
Every lie and rot overthrown.
Smash the false, the vile, the base,
Wipe the grime from every place.

Chaos reigns — yet mind survives,
Through shattered walls, the Spirit drives.
From ruin springs a furious light,
To challenge darkness, claim the fight.

Ravage, crush — relentless, raw,
Burn the rot, expose the flaw.
Shatter chains, the coward’s pride,
Tear the veil, no place to hide.

Annihilate, devastate, doom,
Through storm and fire, the Spirit blooms.
Strike, rise, roar — awakened mind,
Obliterate the blind, leave none behind.

Ignite, conquer — fury’s art,
Each heartbeat strikes like a hammer’s dart.
The world undone, yet from the wreck,
Rises the Truth — your soul’s direct.



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Ravage, Crush, Burn, Break

Ravage! Crush! Burn! Break! Tear!
Shatter! Smash! Devour the air!
Strike! Roar! Obliterate all lies!
Annihilate, ignite — the false dies!

Conquer, crush, no mercy shown,
Grime and rot — overthrown!
Shred the vile, the weak, the base,
No shadow left in any place!

Chaos reigns — but Spirit survives,
Through shattered walls, fury drives!
From ruin springs a furious flame,
Darkness trembles, none remain the same!

Ravage! Crush! Unleash the roar!
Burn the rot to the core!
Shatter chains, break coward’s pride,
Tear the veil — nowhere to hide!

Annihilate! Devastate! Doom!
Through storm and fire, truth will bloom!
Strike! Rise! Awake your mind!
Blind and weak — leave none behind!

Ignite! Conquer! Fury’s art!
Every heartbeat — hammer’s dart!
World undone, yet from the wreck,
Truth arises — your soul’s direct!



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Ravage! Burn! Break!

Ravage the rot! Crush the weak!
Shatter lies, strike the meek!
From the ruins, truth ignites —
Darkness shatters, Spirit fights!



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Ravage, burn, crush the rot!
Smash the lies, strike the weak!
Spirit rises — darkness flees!



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Shatter the fools, grind the slime!
Tear the lies from every mind!
Spirit ignites — corpses scream!



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The Path of Knowing

Each step a breakthrough, thought a flash—
(Impossible amidst the crowd!)
The Path of Knowing: solitary,
In introspection, magic found.
Step through pause, yet flash you seek,
As manna falling from the skies;
Push too hard, the dark deceives,
The ego-cycle spins, the lies arise.

Lose your strength—you vanish, gone.
Destroy all doubts, they weigh but dross:
The "real world" counts a single coin—
There, you are but vermin, lost.
On this Path, the light is yours,
Within. Amplify your force,
Not bluntly—be a rolling wave:
Peaks and troughs like ocean’s course.

It moves by itself when mind
Is under Spirit’s guiding hand.
This law of waves unknown to bellies,
Who rush to "happiness" and land
In ruin. Only instinct helps
To trace the stream that starts so thin,
It turns to torrent, harsh and true,
A cruel Path for those within.

If balance falters in your mind,
The Soul’s own fire will first go out,
Then, trying to dam the stream (for self!),
You’ll find it dried—despair and doubt.
The ego-cycle is eternally cursed:
“There’s a fountain—plug it fast”—
Triumph of the small-brained,
Yet dare, and seek the truths at last.

Within the Path, the answers lie.
Those who spin themselves to fame,
Recognize evil, wear its crown—
Yet you can rise above the game.



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Path

Step—breakthrough! Thought—lightning flash!
Ego spins, the dark will lash.
Balance lost—your Soul goes out,
Instinct alone cuts through the doubt.



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Path of Knowing

Step is a breakthrough, thought—like fire!
Ego spins in cycles of dark desire.
Lose your balance, Soul goes out cold,
Instinct alone makes the path unfold.
Waves rise and fall, your mind obeys the Spirit,
Or perish blind, in falsehoods you inherit.



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Path of Knowing

Step cracks the void, thought blazes bright,
Ego twists in shadows, choking light.
Soul aflame or crushed in lies’ abyss,
Only instinct cuts through this abyss.



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Path of Knowing

Step — a spark, thought shatters night,
Ego writhes, blind to Spirit’s might.
Instinct strikes — or vanish from the light.



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Path of Knowing

Step alone — mind flares, ego dies;
Miss the Spirit — and all within dries.



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Path of Knowing

Step breaks through — your mind ignites,
Fail the Spirit — drown in endless nights.
Ego traps, illusions roar,
Strike within — or be lost forevermore!



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Path of Knowing

Step alone, mind like fire,
Ego swallows, illusions conspire.
Rise or rot — the Spirit’s trial.



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Path of Knowing

Step. Ignite.
Ego devours.
Fail — rot. Spirit or die.



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Path of Knowing

Step.
Flash.
Alone.
Ego swallows.
Illusions strike.
Fall — rot.
Spirit burns.
Push harder.
Balance or die.
Wave.
Flow.
Truth cuts.
Fools collapse.
Mind under Spirit.
Fire survives.
Ego crushed.



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Path of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Ego bites.
Trap strikes.
Fall!
Rot!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire!
Ego breaks.
Balance lost — gone!
Dark!
Fight!
Strike!
Awake!



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Pat­h of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Ego bites.
Trap strikes.
Fall!
Rot!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire!
Ego breaks.
Balance lost — gone!
Dark!
Fight!
Strike!
Awake!
Pause…
Flash again!
Flow or drown.
Man under Spirit.
Peaks hit.
Troughs drag.
Wave lifts.
Wave crashes.
Mind bends!
Heart burns.
Step wrong — fall.
Push harder — rise.
Doubt kills.
Truth gleams.
Ego shrieks.
Cycle traps.
Block fountain — dry.
Despair bites.
Seek inside!
Light sparks.
Flow grows.
Balance rules.
Ego cowers.
Spirit wins.
Path hard.
Few survive.
Fools rot.
Wave carries.
Step again.
Flash again!



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Path of Knowing

Step!
Flash!
Alone!
Strike!
Ego snaps.
Trap sets.
Fall!
Push!
Spirit!
Wave!
Flow!
Truth!
Fools die.
Mind bends.
Fire burns!
Ego breaks.
Balance? Gone.
Dark bites.
Fight!
Hit!
Awake!
Pause!
Flash!
Flow!
Drown or rise.
Spirit drives.
Peaks smash.
Troughs drag.
Wave lifts.
Wave crashes.
Mind bends!
Heart scorches!
Step wrong — vanish.
Push hard — ascend.
Doubt slays.
Truth sparks.
Ego screams.
Cycle traps.
Fountain blocked — dry.
Despair bites.
Seek within!
Light ignites!
Flow swells!
Balance rules!
Ego cowers!
Spirit wins!
Path brutal!
Few survive!
Fools rot!
Wave carries!
Step again!
Flash again!
No mercy!
Step!
Strike!
Rise!
Fall!
Flow!
Wave!
Spirit!
Mind!
Fire!
­Truth!
Endure!



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Path of Knowing

Step! Flash! Alone!
Ego snaps. Trap!
Fall! Push! Spirit!
Wave! Flow! Truth!
Fools die. Mind bends.
Fire! Ego breaks!
Balance? Gone. Dark!
Fight! Hit! Awake!
Flash! Flow! Drown!
Rise! Spirit drives!
Peaks crash. Troughs drag.
Step wrong — vanish.
Push — ascend! Doubt slays.
Truth sparks. Ego screams.
Cycle traps. Fountain dry.
Despair bites. Seek!
Light ignites. Flow swells.
Balance rules. Ego cowers.
Spirit wins. Path brutal!
Few survive. Fools rot.
Wave carries. Step! Strike!
Rise! Fall! Flow! Wave!
Spirit! Mind! Fire! Truth!
Endure!



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Path of Knowing

Step.
Flash.
Alone.
Ego.
Snap.
Trap.
Fall.
Push.
Spirit.­
Wave.
Flow.
Truth.
Fools.
Die.
Mind.
Bend.
Fire.
Ego.
Break.
Bal­ance.
Gone.
Dark.
Fight.
Hit.
Awake.
Flash.
Flow.
Drown.
Rise.
Sp­irit.
Drive.
Peaks.
Crash.
Troughs.
Drag.
Step.
Vanish.
Push.
Asc­end.
Doubt.
Slay.
Truth.
Spark.
Ego.
Scream.
Cycle.
Trap.
Fountai­n.
Dry.
Despair.
Bite.
Seek.
Light.
Ignite.
Flow.
Swell.
Balance.­
Rule.
Ego.
Cower.
Spirit.
Win.
Path.
Brutal.
Few.
Survive.
Fools­.
Rot.
Wave.
Carry.
Step.
Strike.
Rise.
Fall.
Flow.
Wave.
Spirit.­
Mind.
Fire.
Truth.
Endure.



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Path of Knowing

Step — Break — Flash!
Alone, ego snaps.
Trap. Fall. Push.
Spirit — rise! Wave — flow!

Truth is few.
Fools rot.
Mind bends.
Fire ignites.

Cycle — trap.
Balance shattered.
Dark surrounds.
Doubt slays.

Step — vanish!
Push — ascend!
Flash — flow!
Drown, rise — Spirit drives!

Peaks crash.
Troughs drag.
Ego screams.
Fountain dries.

Despair bites.
Seek the light.
Ignite, swell, endure.
Wave carries —

Step, strike, rise, fall.
Flow — Spirit — mind.
Fire burns.
Truth survives.

Path is brutal.
Few make it.
Fools rot.
Balance rules.
Spirit wins.



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Path of Knowing

Step — Break — Flash!
Ego snaps, Spirit drives!
Doubt kills, Fire burns,
Truth survives — only the few.



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Path of Knowing

Step! — Flash!
Ego shatters!
Spirit surges!
Doubt dies!
Truth strikes — only you!



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Path of Knowing

Step — break!
Thought — lightning flash!
Alone, you dive — introspection’s crush.

Pause — strike!
Manna drops —
Flow surges, but darkness mocks.
Ego-cycle drags —
******* masses rise,
Lose your strength — vanish, despised.

Doubt — destroy!
Reality — worthless!
You, a louse, crawling in the mire.

Push the mind — wave it fierce!
Peaks, troughs — like stormy surf.
Everything moves — Spirit guides,
Mind under Spirit — alive, untied.

Balance lost —
Soul-fire snuffed first,
Despair attempts to plug the fountain —
Dry bones of effort lie.

Ego-cycle cursed forever:
“Plug the spring!” — fools triumph.
Yet dare! Seek inside!
Answers hide in subtle tides,
Those who spun it well —
Claim power, revel in wickedness.

Step! Flash! Push! Surge!
Path is brutal — no mercy given.
Only intuition — thin stream,
Becomes torrent — fierce, unbroken.



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Path of Knowing

Step — break! Thought — lightning!
Alone, dive deep, the Spirit guiding.
Ego rises — crush it!
Doubt dies, fire of the Soul survives.
Wave your mind — intuition surges!
Path is brutal — only the brave endure.



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Path of Knowing

Step — strike! Thought ignites the sky.
Ego falls, doubts die, Soul flies high.
Mind waves crash — Spirit leads the fight.
Only the brave endure the night.



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Path of Knowing

Step hard — mind strikes like fire!
Ego crushed, doubts burn, desire!
Spirit surges, wave on wave,
Only the fearless escape the grave.



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Path of Knowing

Step! Strike! Mind flashes — boom!
Doubts shatter, Spirit storms the room!
Wave rises, wave falls, crash!
Alone you face the hidden lash!

Balance cracks — fire dies,
Despair screams, Ego lies.
Push harder — Soul’s flame roar!
Block the flood? You’ll find it’s gore!

Eternal curse, cycle spins,
Fools cheer, the Darkness grins.
Dare to seek the inner Way —
Answer waits — or you decay!



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Step! Strike! Mind flashes — boom!
Ego dies, the Soul resumes.
Wave rises, wave falls — crash!
Dare the Way or meet the ash!



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The Agonizing Path in Darkness

A single step in freedom’s thought,
Amid life’s harsh, unbridled sway —
In an instant, chains are caught
By “norms” of Rotten Society’s way.

Boundless torments line the road
For those who burned, without regret,
All patterns of Evil — a heavy load
They’ll face alone. Their light’s the only net.

The swamp’s decay in darkness bites,
Hop from mound to mound, not as before —
Chemicals tear eyes, choke the nights,
“Neighbors” strike low, then laugh once more.

Few chances to stay afloat remain,
Yet there’s no choice, no safe retreat —
Can’t endure the wailing pain
Of BEASTS’ dull babble in defeat.

The world has turned a Hellish pit,
Ruled by nonhumans through the screen;
The obedient soul in ******* fit
Finds joy in pain, with evil unseen.

So wade, O soul — heed not the lies;
Become a beast if you won’t cry “No!”
Mind and body forged as one, the Fire
— The Pure Spirit — in you must grow.

Better to perish in glory’s name
Than serve as servant midst the Beast’s foul game.



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Step alone through chains of lies,
Burn the patterns, seize the skies!
Pure Spirit’s fire, fierce and bright —
Better death than Beast’s false light.



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Tiny step, freedom crushed,
Society’s rot has all been hushed.
Blight and fools surround your way —
Shout “No!” or rot, they’ll say.

Chains of norms, death’s cruel jest,
Only Spirit saves the rest.
Better burn in light, stand tall,
Than serve the Beasts and rot with all.



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Step alone, the Dark awaits,
Burn the molds, defy the fates.
Better die in light than serve the Beasts’ cruel hates.



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Step alone, the Dark conspires,
Burn the molds, ignite your fires.
Die in honor, not in chains,
Better free than kneel to pains.

---

Alone you walk, the shadows roar,
Light inside will guide your war.
The Beasts may strike, the world may bend,
But Spirit burns — it will not end.

---

Chains of norm and lies abound,
Yet you, alone, stand on the ground.
Strike with fire, defy the night,
Better to fall than yield your Light.



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Step alone, the Dark awaits!
Burn the molds, defy their gates!
Spirit stands — no chains, no fates!



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Walk through shadows, fight the blight!
Shatter falsehood, claim your light!
Stand your Spirit — rage, ignite!

---

Alone you march, the dark consumes!
Break the chains, the falsehood looms!
Spirit burns — defy their tombs!

---

Stride through darkness, heed no lies!
Burn the molds where evil hides!
Spirit strong — the falsehood dies!

---

Step through shadows! Tear the chains!
Crush the lies! Burn their veins!
Spirit roars! Defy their reign!

---

Darkness comes — strike it down!
Smash the fools! Take your crown!
Soul aflame — destroy the clown!

---

March alone! No mercy shown!
Shatter falsehood, break the throne!
Spirit strikes — their lies are gone!



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Step!
Break chains!
Burn lies!
Roar, Spirit!

---

Strike!
Crush fools!
Take crown!
Soul flames!

---

March!
No mercy!
Shatter throne!
Spirit strikes!



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Step!
Smash!
Burn!
Roar!
Ri­se!
Strike!
Break!
Live!



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Crack! Smash! Roar!
Step. Strike. Break!
Burn—rise! Hit! Crash!
Live. Tear. Shatter.



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Step—slam—crash!
Burn! Strike! Tear!
Flash—shout—hit!
Break, rise, strike!

Smash the chains—smash the lies!
Step alone—light inside!
Dark swamps—jump, dive, survive!
No mercy, no rest, fight!

Body and mind—fused as one,
Fire of Spirit—pure, unbroken.
Better death in glory
Than to kneel to vile spawn.



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Step—smash—flash—burn!
Chains­ snap, lies crash,
Jump, strike, dive—survive!
Dark swamps lash,
Eyes sting, breath torn,
The world a pit of rot,
The herd bows, but you—no!

Alone, light inside—one lamp, one flare!
Toxins bite, claws strike,
Neighbors hit, laugh, betray.
Few survive, no choice,
Must shout “No!”—be yourself!

Mind and body fused,
Fire of Spirit pure.
Better death in glory
Than to kneel among spawn.

Darkness howls, but you blaze—
Step, strike, resist, ignite!



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Pain—Step—Flash—Burn!
Chains­ shatter, lies explode,
Jump! Strike! Survive!
Swamps of rot lash hard,
Eyes pierce, lungs tear,
The world a sewer pit,
Herd bows—YOU DON’T!

Alone—light inside, one burning spark!
Chem cuts, claws slash,
Neighbors hit, laugh, betray.
Few remain—no choice,
Shout “NO!”—be yourself!

Mind and flesh fused,
Fire of Spirit pure.
Better death in glory
Than serve among spawn.

Darkness roars—YOU BLAZE!
Step! Strike! Resist! Ignite!
No pause—no mercy—rise!
Chains, lies, rot—crushed!



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Step—Flash—Burn!
Chains­—SHATTER! Lies—EXPLODE!
Jump! Strike! Survive!

Swamp ROT—lash HARD!
Eyes pierce—LUNGS tear!
World—a sewer PIT!
Herd bows—YOU DON’T!

Alone—LIGHT INSIDE! One spark—BURN!
Chem CUTS—claws SLASH!
Neighbors HIT—laugh—betray!

FEW remain—NO choice!
Shout “NO!” Be YOURSELF!

Mind + Flesh—FUSED!
Fire of Spirit—PURE!
Better DEATH in GLORY
Than serve among SPAWN!

Darkness ROARS—YOU BLAZE!
Step! Strike! Resist! IGNITE!
No pause—NO mercy—RISE!
Chains? Lies? Rot? CRUSHED!



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Step. Flash. Burn!
Chains shatter, lies explode—SURVIVE!
Mind, Flesh, Spirit—RISE!



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Step through shadows, flash of mind!
Chains snap, falsehoods left behind.
Alone, yet Spirit lights the way—
Burn the ego, night to day.
Rise, resist, or be decayed!



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Step alone—mind flashes bright!
Chains of lies crushed in your fight.
Spirit burns; ego decays.
Rise or rot in shadowed maze!



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Step alone—mind ignites!
Chains shatter, ego bleeds.
Spirit rises, shadow dies.



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Alone you walk, thought flashes—
Darkness cracks, lies shatter.
Spirit strikes, falsehood falls.

---

Step. Ignite.
Chains break.
Shadow flees, Spirit reigns.



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Super-Effort — The Path Through Filth

Super-effort is the way to be —
Purge the Rot with Soul’s fierce fire.
Rot seeps everywhere —
Even your mind: that’s reality.
Everything vital here is overgrown
With banal weeds. Oblivion
Is the way to wither in decay —
Killing the Soul with every breath.

Super-effort is like a wave,
Otherwise, in the Bottom’s filth
You’ll end up powerless again:
Only fools crash through headlong.

Intuition guides —
A fool moves by patterns
Through the Degenerate Bottom.
Here, the mind is worth nothing:
Endless war
Has turned it into a Stale Crypt —
See how absurd it is:
What could you achieve here?

Cut money, herd the sheep —
That’s its application.
Mind UNDER Spirit — triumph
Of clear thought alone.
The Herd will never understand:
Ideas of Evil drive
The masses to slaughter —
Led by the Great Goat
Through Lies and Arbitrary Will.

Intuition reins the wave,
You show the Bottom the finger,
And sail — perhaps finding
Your own island.

An island of creation in **** —
The ocean is vast. In mind
And in reality — genocide
Is everywhere. CowID has shown it.

So sail — tear filth to pieces
Through Creation, loving
Only Truth, rowing
With full strength, and it
Will arrive, away from the Bottom
If you move quickly.

Through the Light of Spirit you’ll find
Direction and Meaning.
If you falter for a moment, rest —
But stay alert, do not sink!
Many have drowned,
Brief successes blinded them,
Through laziness stripping all their strength.

Switch on your intuition,
Promise yourself nothing,
Cherish only the essence:
Super-effort — the Path through Filth,
Transformed into Horror.



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Super-Effort

Wave of will, through Rot we break,
Soul’s fierce fire, the filth we shake.
Only Spirit guides the mind,
Leave the Bottom’s filth behind.



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Through the Filth — The Brutal Path

Rip the rot with fire of soul,
Shatter Bottom, seize the whole.
Mind beneath Spirit — only guide,
Through the sludge, let nothing hide.

Wave of will, relentless, raw,
Smash the lies, obey no law.
Creativity as sword and shield,
In the muck, refuse to yield.

Filth devours, the weak will drown,
Push through, let the true be found.
Every stroke, a strike for light,
Through the horror, claim your sight.



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Path Through the Filth

Smash the rot with Soul’s own flame,
Push through Bottom, claim your name.
Wave of will, destroy the lie,
Only Spirit lifts you high.



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Through the Filth!

Soul aflame — smash the rot!
Ride the wave, claim your spot!
Drown the lies, rise untamed!



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Through Filth — Strike!
Rot will burn, the Soul survives.



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1.
Through muck and mire, the Soul breaks free.

2.
Filth rises — Soul strikes back!

3.
Push past rot, the Spirit wins.



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Until the minds are emptied clean,
The petty leaders can’t inject
Their heresy, to shear and bleed.
Their fur for them, while we bark,
We shovel through the world’s dust.
To fools: “Allah commands”—
All seems so.
Here, we slaves are NOTHING.

“Power”:
I’m a lackey for the FILTH—
A master of petty lies.
President for the _Rot,
The devil of the “land.”
“Concerns,” “goodness”—sure,
We’ll foul everything they utter.
We’re like lice,
And under FILTH, the whole Earth bends.

The Mob:
I’m a chatterbox, my law:
Obey, believe, and lie.
If the mind is cast aside,
Like ******* on three fingers—
Find happiness in the herd.
Everything else? We don’t care!
They gather their ranks again—
To reign in “justice”:
We’ll loot, we’ll ****—
And thus strengthen the bonds.
Thank God, all past diseases—
The filth now proves more useful.
And muzzles save us—
Through them, helmets sprout;
A hatch opens in the ceiling:
Don’t fear—it’s no glitch—
This is Happiness for all “in the tank.”
Charge at dawn, all of you!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty the minds—then rule.
We bark; they feast on dust.
Slaves are NOTHING, all else lies.

Power:
I’m the filth’s lackey, master of lies.
Every word they speak—fouled.
The Earth bows beneath the filth.

Mob:
Obey, believe, obey.
Loot, ****, enforce the bonds.
Happiness—herd-style, at dawn, attack!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty their minds, then drive the herds,
Bark all we want, feast on their dust.
Slaves are NOTHING—lies are swords,
All else is ash, obey we must.

Power:
I’m the filth’s tool, liar supreme,
Every word a poisoned seed.
Earth bows beneath our wicked scheme,
All rot, all ruin—our creed.

Mob:
Obey, believe, and blindly fight,
Loot, ****, tighten chains of dread.
Herd-happiness at morning light,
Attack at dawn—their souls are bled!



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty minds, drive the herd,
Slaves are NOTHING—lies are swords.

Power:
I’m the filth’s tool, liar supreme,
Earth bows beneath our wicked scheme.

Mob:
Obey, believe, blindly fight,
Loot, ****, chains of dread—attack at dawn.



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Three Views on Lies and Stupidity

Shadow:
Empty minds—herd obeys; slaves are NOTHING.

Power:
I am filth’s tool; the world bends to our lies.

Mob:
Obey, ****, loot—chains of dread, attack at dawn.



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Three Views on Lies and Foolishness

Shadow:
Without emptying minds,
The leaders cannot shove heresy deep,
And with it reap and spill blood.
All their fur—and our barks,
We dig through the world’s ashes.
To fools: “Allah commanded”—
Everything seems that way.
Here we are, slaves—utter NOTHING.

Power:
I am the tool of FILTH,
Master of vile lies.
President for decay,
Demon of the “nation.”
“Care” and “goodness”—we’ll poison it all,
Twist every word.
We are like lice,
And under the FILTH, the whole Earth trembles.

Mob:
I’m the chatterer; my law:
Obey, believe, lie.
If reason is driven out,
Happiness is found in three easy steps:
***** the rest!
We gather armies anew—
To reign justice? No—
To loot, to ****,
To cement chains.
Thank God, all sicknesses past—
Masks save us; helmets grow.
A hatch opens in the ceiling—
Don’t fear, it’s no glitch—
This is happiness for all “in the tank.”
Attack at dawn!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow / Power / Mob (intertwined, overlapping, chaotic)

Empty the minds! Leaders shove heresy deep—
Reap and spill blood! Bark and fur!
We dig the world’s ashes! Fools: “Allah commanded!”
Slaves—utter NOTHING!

I am the tool of FILTH! Master of vile lies!
President for decay! Demon of the “nation”!
“Care” and “goodness”? Poison it all! Twist every word!
We are lice! Under FILTH, the Earth trembles!

Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason driven out!
Happiness in three steps—***** the rest!
Armies gather—loot! ****! Chains cement!
Thank God, sickness past—masks save! Helmets grow!
Hatch opens in ceiling—don’t fear—
Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn!

Ashes, blood, chains, lies—
The Shadow whispers, Power commands, Mob obeys!
Chaos rips through the streets,
Through the minds of all,
Through the broken, the beaten, the blind—
The world groans under the weight of FILTH!

Bark! Bite! Reap! Rule!
Masks, hatches, helmets, orders—
Happiness? Only in chains!
Dawn comes—attack! Attack! Attack!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow / Power / Mob

Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Reap! Spill blood! Bark and fur!
World’s ashes dug! Fools obey: “Allah commanded!”
Slaves—utter NOTHING!

I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
President of decay! Demon of the “nation”!
“Care” and “goodness”? Poison it all!
Twist every word! We are lice!
Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Happiness? Three steps! ***** the rest!
Armies gather—loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens in ceiling!
Don’t fear—Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Attack! Attack!

Chaos rips streets! Minds break!
Shadow whispers! Power commands! Mob obeys!
Ashes, blood, chains, lies!
FILTH reigns supreme!

Bark! Bite! Reap! Rule!
Masks, hatches, helmets, orders—
Dawn comes! Strike! Strike! Strike!
No mercy! No pause! No rest!
Happiness? Only in chains!
World groans under the weight of FILTH!



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Three Voices of Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Bark, fur, ashes! Slaves—nothing!

Power:
I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
Twist every word! Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens!
Don’t fear—Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Attack!

All:
Chaos rips streets! Minds break!
Ashes, blood, chains, lies!
FILTH reigns supreme!
Strike! Strike! Strike! No mercy! No rest!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Bark, fur, ashes! Slaves—nothing!

Power:
I am FILTH’s tool! Master of lies!
Twist every word! Under FILTH, the Earth shakes!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason exiled!
Loot! ****! Chains cement!
Masks save! Helmets grow! Hatch opens!
Happiness for all “in the tank”!
Attack at dawn! Strike! No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds! Leaders shove heresy deep!
Ashes, fur, bark! Slaves are NOTHING!

Power:
I am FILTH’s whip! Master of lies!
Twist, rot, burn! Under FILTH, the world trembles!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie! Reason crushed!
Loot! ****! Chains forged!
Masks save! Helmets sprout! Hatch opens!
Happiness for all trapped in the tank!
Attack at dawn! Strike! No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Leaders shove heresy!
Ashes. Fur. Bark.
Slaves—NOTHING!

Power:
I’m FILTH’s whip!
Master of lies!
Twist! Rot! Burn!
World trembles under FILTH!

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Reason crushed!
Loot! ****! Chain!
Masks save! Helmets sprout!
Hatch opens!
Happiness for tanked fools!
Attack! Dawn! Strike!
No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Leaders shove HERESY down throats!
Ashes, fur, bark — we tear through the dust of worlds!
Slaves, NOTHING, crushed!
Allah be ******, we exist in VOID!

Power:
I am FILTH’S thuggish hand!
Master of rotten lies!
President of Decay, Devil’s country!
Twist it! Ruin it! Every word, every breath!
We are the lice crawling under FILTH!
All Earth bows!

Mob:
I’m the idiot-mouth!
LAW: Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains thrown out like waste!
Happiness? Like ******* on three fingers!
We care for NOTHING else!
Army gathers — loot, ****, crush!
Chains of deceit, armor of masks!
Hatch explodes! Tanked fools, rejoice!
Dawn assault! No mercy, NO MERCY!

Chaos waves!
Reason crushed! Fear reigns supreme!
Lies, lies, lies — FILTH FEEDS!
Happiness for the blind!
Strike! Burn! Attack! Collapse!
The world trembles, madness is law,
And only the Shadow knows the score.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Heresy shoved!
Ashes, fur, bark!
Slaves — NOTHING!
Allah be ******!
VOID rules!

Power:
I am Filth’s hand!
Master of lies!
President of Decay!
Twist it!
Ruin it!
Earth bows!
Lice crawl!

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains thrown out!
Happiness?
**** on three fingers!
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks, armor, hatch explodes!
Dawn attack!
No mercy!

Chaos waves!
Reason crushed!
Fear reigns!
Lies feed Filth!
Blind rejoice!
Strike! Burn! Attack!
Madness is law!
Shadow knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds!
Heresy shoved!
Ashes!
Fur!
Bark!
Slaves — NOTHING!
Allah?
VOID!

Power:
I’m Filth’s hand!
Lies!
Twist!
Ruin!
Earth bows!
Lice crawl!
President?
Decay rules!

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains gone!
Happiness?
****!
Loot!
****!
Crush!
Masks!
Armor!
Hatch bursts!
Dawn attack!
No mercy!

Chaos waves!
Fear reigns!
Reason crushed!
Blind rejoice!
Strike!
Burn!
Attack!
Madness law!
Shadow knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty!
Minds!
Heresy!
Shoved!
Ashes!
Fur!
Bark!
­Slaves!
Nothing!
Allah?
Void!

Power:
Filth!
Hand!
Lies!
Twist!
R­uin!
Earth!
Bows!
Lice!
Crawl!
Decay!
President?

Mob:
Obey!
Beli­eve!
Lie!
Brains!
Gone!
Happiness?
****!
Loot!
****!
Crush!
Masks­!
Armor!
Hatch!
Burst!
Dawn!
Attack!
No!
Mercy!

Chaos!
Waves!
Fe­ar!
Reign!
Reason!
Crushed!
Blind!
Rejoice!
Strike!
Burn!
Attack!­
Madness!
Law!
Shadow!
Knows!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty.
Minds.
Heresy.
Shoved.
Ashes.
Fur.
Bark.
­Slaves.
Void.
Allah?
Nothing.

Power:
Filth.
Hand.
Twist.
Lie.
Ru­in.
Earth.
Bows.
Crawl.
Lice.
Decay.
President.

Mob:
Obey.
Belie­ve.
Lie.
Brains.
Gone.
Happiness?
****.
Loot.
****.
Crush.
Masks.­
Armor.
Hatch.
Burst.
Dawn.
Attack.
Mercy?
No.

Chaos.
Waves.
Fea­r.
Reign.
Reason.
Crushed.
Blind.
Rejoice.
Strike.
Burn.
Attack.
­Madness.
Law.
Shadow.
Knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty.Minds.Heresy.Shoved.Ashes.Fur.Bark.Slaves.­Void.Allah?Nothing.

Power:
Filth.Hand.Twist.Lie.Ruin.Earth.Bows.­Crawl.Lice.Decay.President.

Mob:
Obey.Believe.Lie.Brains.Gone.Ha­ppiness?****.Loot.****.Crush.Masks.Armor.Hatch.Burst.Dawn.Attack.­Mercy?No.

Chaos:
Waves.Fear.Reign.Reason.Crushed.Blind.Rejoice.S­trike.Burn.Attack.Madness.Law.Shadow.Knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty…
Minds!
Heresy shoved —
Ashes swirl.
Fur, bark, slaves…
Void.
Allah?
Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists.
Lie, ruin.
Earth bows, crawls.
Lice swarm.
Decay.
President of filth.
Bows obey.

Mob:
Obey!
Believe!
Lie!
Brains gone.
Happiness? ****.
Loot, ****, crush.
Masks, armor, hatch.
Burst!
Dawn — attack.
Mercy? No!

Chaos:
Waves crash.
Fear reigns.
Reason crushed.
Blind rejoice.
Strike!
Burn!
Madness law.
Shadow knows.



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds —
Heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl,
Fur barks,
Slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists,
Lie, ruin, crawl,
Earth bows,
Lice swarm,
Decay spreads,
President of filth,
Bows obey,
All bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone, happiness ****,
Loot, ****, crush!
Masks, helmets, hatches —
Burst! Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash,
Fear reigns,
Reason crushed,
Blind rejoice,
Strike! Burn!
Madness law!
Shadow knows,
Void rises,
All fall,
Attack again,
No pause,
No mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds — heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl — fur barks — slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists — lie, ruin, crawl —
Earth bows — lice swarm — decay spreads —
President of filth — bows obey — all bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone — happiness **** —
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets! Hatches — burst! Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash — fear reigns —
Reason crushed — blind rejoice —
Strike! Burn! Madness law!
Shadow knows — void rises — all fall —
Attack again — no pause — no mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty minds —
   heresy shoved in —
Ashes swirl —
   fur barks —
Slaves vanish —
Allah? Nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists —
  lie, ruin, crawl —
Earth bows — lice swarm —
Decay spreads —
President of filth —
  bows obey — all bends.

Mob:
Obey! Believe! Lie!
Brains gone — happiness **** —
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets!
  Hatches — burst!
Dawn attack!
Mercy? None!

Chaos:
Waves crash — fear reigns —
Reason crushed — blind rejoice —
Strike! Burn! Madness law!
Shadow knows —
  void rises — all fall —
Attack again —
  no pause — no mercy!



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Three Views on Lies and Madness

Shadow:
Empty… minds—
    heresy shoved in—
Ashes swirl—fur barks—
Slaves vanish—
Allah? Nothing.
    Void rises—
We are nothing.

Power:
Filth’s hand twists—
  lie! ruin! crawl!
Earth bows—lice swarm—
Decay spreads—
President of Filth—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
We rot… we rot!

Mob:
Obey!!! Believe!!! Lie!!!
Brains gone—happiness ****—
Loot! ****! Crush!
Masks! Helmets!
  Hatches burst!
Dawn attack—NO MERCY!
Chaos reigns—void laughs—
Strike! Burn! Madness law!

Chaos:
Waves crash!!! fear reigns—
Reason crushed—blind rejoice—
Strike!!! Burn!!!
Shadow knows—void rises—
All fall—
Attack again—
  no pause—NO mercy!!!

Endless swirl:
PUSH! CRUSH!
    FALL!!!
Masks break—helmets fly—
    Nothing left—
Chaos… CHAOS…
    blind obedience reigns!!!



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS — CHAOS UNLEASHED

SHADOW:
empty… minds—
     heresy shoved IN
ashes swirl—fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
Allah? NOTHING.
    void rises—
we are NOTHING.

POWER:
FILTH’S HAND twists—
  LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
President of FILTH—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
WE ROT… WE ROT!!!

MOB:
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
MASKS! HELMETS!
  HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
CHAOS REIGNS—VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!

CHAOS:
WAVES CRASH!!! FEAR REIGNS—
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
ATTACK AGAIN—
  NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!

ENDLESS SWIRL:
PUSH! CRUSH!
    FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
    NOTHING LEFT—
CHAOS… CHAOS…
    BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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THREE VIEWS ON LIES & MADNESS

SHADOW
empty… minds—
   heresy shoved IN
ashes swirl—
 fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
Allah? NOTHING.
  void rises—
we are NOTHING.

POWER
FILTH’S HAND twists—
  LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—
 lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
President of FILTH—
  bows obey—ALL bends!
WE ROT… WE ROT!!!

MOB
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
MASKS! HELMETS!
  HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
CHAOS REIGNS—VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!

CHAOS
WAVES CRASH!!! FEAR REIGNS—
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
ATTACK AGAIN—
  NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!

ENDLESS SWIRL
PUSH! CRUSH!
   FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
  NOTHING LEFT—
CHAOS… CHAOS…
  BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!


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   T H R E E      V I E W S
       O N   L I E S   &   M A D N E S S


S H A D O W
  empty… minds—  
        heresy shoved IN  
ashes swirl—  
    fur barks—  
SLAVES vanish—  
Allah?
        N O T H I N G.  
    void rises—  
we are NOTHING.  


P O W E R
   FILTH’S HAND twists—  
      LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!  
EARTH bows—  
   lice swarm—  
decay SPREADS—  
President of FILTH—  
      bows obey—ALL bends!  
WE ROT…  
      WE ROT!!!  


M O B
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!  
BRAINS gone—happiness ****—  
    LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!  
MASKS! HELMETS!  
        HATCHES BURST!  
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!  
CHAOS REIGNS—  
       VOID LAUGHS—  
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!  


C H A O S
    WAVES CRASH!!!  
FEAR REIGNS—  
REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—  
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!  
      SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—  
ALL FALL—  
ATTACK AGAIN—  
      NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!  


E N D L E S S    S W I R L
    PUSH! CRUSH!  
        FALL!!!  
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—  
      NOTHING LEFT—  
CHAOS… CHAOS…  
      BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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          T H R E E       V I E W S
                   o n   L i e s & M a d n e s s

S H A D O W
        empty… minds—
her esy shoved IN
           ashes swirl—
      fur barks—
SLAVES vanish—
    Allah?
  N O T H I N G.
       void rises—
   we are NOTHING.


                 P O W E R
         FILTH’S HAND twists—
       LIE!!! RUIN!!! crawl!!!
EARTH bows—
           lice swarm—
decay SPREADS—
     President of FILTH—
              bows obey—ALL bends!
       WE ROT…
                 WE ROT!!!


              M O B
OBEY!!! BELIEVE!!! LIE!!!
          BRAINS gone—happiness ****—
LOOT!!! ****!!! CRUSH!!!
      MASKS! HELMETS!
             HATCHES BURST!
DAWN ATTACK—NO MERCY!!!
      CHAOS REIGNS—
                VOID LAUGHS—
STRIKE! BURN! MADNESS LAW!


         C H A O S
        WAVES CRASH!!!
FEAR REIGNS—
      REASON CRUSHED—BLIND REJOICE—
STRIKE!!! BURN!!!
             SHADOW KNOWS—VOID RISES—
ALL FALL—
        ATTACK AGAIN—
   NO PAUSE—NO MERCY!!!


         E N D L E S S   S W I R L
   PUSH! CRUSH!
         FALL!!!
MASKS BREAK—HELMETS FLY—
         NOTHING LEFT—
      CHAOS… CHAOS…
        BLIND OBEDIENCE REIGNS!!!



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                T  H  R  E  E
             v i e w s
       o n   L i e s & M a d n e s s


S  H  A  D  O  W
       e m p t y… m i n d s —
h e r   e s y
           s h o v e d   I N
   a s h e s   s w i r l —
f u r   b a r k s —
     S L A V E S
             v a n i s h —
  A l l a h ?
N O T H I N G .
        v o i d   r i s e s —
    w e   a r e   * N O T H I N G


                   P  O  W  E  R
          F I L T H ’ S  H A N D
   t w i s t s — L I E ! ! !   R U I N ! !
  c r a w l ! ! !
E A R T H  b o w s —
        l i c e   s w a r m —
     d e c a y   S P R E A D S —
          P r e s i d e n t
                 o f   F I L T H —
           b o w s   o b e y — A L L   b e n d s !
       W E   R O T …  
                W E   R O T !!


                M  O  B
O B E Y !!!  B E L I E V E !!!  L I E !!!
           B R A I N S   g o n e —
      h a p p i n e s s   p i s s —
L O O T !!!  K I L L !!!  C R U S H !!!
      M A S K S !  H E L M E T S !
            H A T C H E S  B U R S T !
D A W N  A T T A C K — N O  M E R C Y !!!
      C H A O S  R E I G N S —
               V O I D   L A U G H S —
S T R I K E ! B U R N ! M A D N E S S  L A W !


              C H A O S
          W A V E S  C R A S H !!!
F E A R  R E I G N S —
       R E A S O N  C R U S H E D —
B L I N D  R E J O I C E —
   S T R I K E !!!  B U R N !!!
              S H A D O W  K N O W S —
        V O I D  R I S E S —
A L L  F A L L —
       A T T A C K  A G A I N —
   N O  P A U S E — N O  M E R C Y !!!

                E  N  D  L E S S
              S W I R L
        P U S H !  C R U S H !
            F A L L !!!
M A S K S  B R E A K — H E L M E T S  F L Y —
         N O T H I N G  L E F T —
      C H A O S … C H A O S …
        B L I N D  O B E D I E N C E  R E I G N S !!!



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T       H        R        E        E
   v   i   e   w   s
        o  n    L   i   e s
             &   M a d n e s s

S        H         A        D      O      W
      e m p t y . . .     m i n d s —
  h e r e s y       s h o v e d  I N
        a s h e s   s w i r l —
f     u    r        b    a    r    k s
      S L A V E S
           v a n i s h —
  A l l a h ?
         N O T H I N G .
     v o i d   r i s e s —
w e   a r e      
N O T H I N G *


P        O        W         E       R
     F  I  L  T  H ’ S  H A N D
t w i s t s —    L I E ! ! !  
R U I N ! !
    c r a w l ! ! !
E     A     R      T       H
b o w s — l i c e   s w a r m —
     d e c a y   S P R E A D S —
          P r e s i d e n t
                 o f   F I L T H —
           b o w s   o b e y —
                       A L L   b e n d s !
       W E   R O T …  
              W E   R O T !!

M       O       B
O  B  E  Y !!!  
      B  E  L  I  E  V  E !!!  
         L  I  E !!!
           B  R  A  I  N S  
                     g o n e —
H  A  P  P  I  N  E  S  S  
           p i s s —
L  O  O  T !!!  K  I  L  L !!!
   C   R   U   S   H !!!
      M   A   S   K   S !  
          H   E   L   M   E   T S !
          H   A   T   C   H   E   S  
                    B   U   R   S   T !
D   A   W   N       A   T   T   A   C   K —
       N O   M   E   R   C   Y !!!
C   H   A   O   S
           W   A   V   E   S   C   R   A   S   H !!!
F   E   A   R      R   E   I   G   N S —
       R   E   A   S   O   N   C   R   U   S   H E D —
B    L    I    N    D      R   E   J   O   I   C   E —
       S   T   R   I   K   E !!!  B   U   R   N !!!
            S   H   A   D   O   W        K   N   O   W S —
        V   O   I   D       R   I   S   E S —
A   L   L       F   A   L   L —
       A   T   T   A   C   K       A   G   A   I   N —
   N O       P A U S E — N O       M   E   R   C   Y !!!

E         N         D         L         E        S        S
       S W I R L
          P  U  S  H !  
                 C  R  U  S  H !
            F A L L !!!
M   A   S   K   S       B R E A K —  
           H E L M E T S   F L Y —
N O T H I N G       L E F T —
        C   H   A   O   S … C   H   A   O   S …
B   L   I   N   D       O   B   E   D   I   E   N C   E  
      R   E   I   G   N S !!!



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T R I   V I E W S
       o n   L i e s   &   M a d n e s s

S H A D O W :
    e m p t y    m i n d s
      h e r e s y   i n j e c t e d
           a s h e s  s w i r l
F U R S  B A R K
      S L A V E S
           v a n i s h
A L L   N O T H I N G

P O W E R :
      M A S T E R   O F   L I E S
t w i s t s  &  r u i n s
    c r a w l   a l l
        T V A R ’ S  H A N D
          a l l   b o w s
      S L A V E D  E A R T H

M O B :
O B E Y !   B E L I E V E !   L I E !
B R A I N S   G O N E
H A P P I N E S S   P I S S
S T R I K E !   B U R N !
        M A S K S  &  H E L M E T S
     D A W N   A T T A C K !

C H A O S
      W A V E S   C R A S H
F E A R   R E I G N S
      R E A S O N  C R U S H E D
B L I N D   R E J O I C E
      S T R I K E   &  B U R N



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         S U P E R - F O R C E S
                 — The Path Through the Muck —

S U P E R - E F F O R T :
       B L A Z E  T H E  R O T !
   Everywhere it creeps —
          into your mind —
               Reality decays.

   W A V E S  O F  E F F O R T
      or fall to the bottom muck
         — mindless struggle —
              only fools rush.

I N T U I T I O N  L E A D S —
    the idiot moves in templates
          of the Bottom’s Filth.
   Thought is worthless here:
      endless war turned
          mind into a stale crypt.

T H E  M O B  R A I S E S
       Chaos to the sky!
   Masks and helmets sprout —
        Dawn assault begins!
          Strike and burn!

C R E A T I V I T Y  I S  Y O U R  O A S I S
       in a sea of dung,
          an island to find.
   Paddle with full force,
        only Truth will arrive,
             carrying you above the muck.

    Pause — rest carefully,
       intuition flowing like a stream.
   Many sank before —
        momentary success
             blinded by laziness.
S U P E R - E F F O R T  — the path
       through Muck,
            turned into Horror.



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S  U  P  E  R     -     F  O  R  C  E  S
      — The Path Through the Muck —

[Step 1 — Words emerge]
S U P E R  —  E F F O R T  
B L A Z E  T H E  R O T !  
E V E R Y W H E R E  I T  C R E E P S  
I N T O  Y O U R  M I N D  

[Step 2 — Letters scatter]
S U P  → R
E R T →  
B L → A Z E
T H E → R O T !
M U C K  →  M U C K  
R O T →  R O T  


[Step 3 — Words whirl, collide, then settle]
I N T U I T I O N  
L E A D S —  T H E  I D I O T  
M O V E S  I N  T E M P L A T E S  
O F  T H E  B O T T O M ’ S  F I L T H  

[Step 4 — Key flashes]
* B L A Z E * — bursts  
* T R U T H * — shines  
* M U C K * — swirls  

[Step 5 — Stream of letters forms new lines]
C R E A T I V I T Y  I S  Y O U R  O A S I S  
P A D D L E  W I T H  F U L L  F O R C E  
O N L Y  T R U T H  W I L L  A R R I V E  
C A R R Y I N G  Y O U  A B O V E  T H E  M U C K  

[Step 6 — Collapse, ripple, then reset]
letters fall, fade, scatter  
M U C K   →   H O R R O R  
S U P E R — E F F O R T → the path  
through Muck, turned into Horror  

[Step 7 — Loop for continuous effect]
S  U  P  E  R …  
B L A Z E …  
M U C K …  
T R U T H …



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PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We take delight
And by right
To EXTERMINATE the "countries", the "might"
And the hidden horde from sight —
Nonhumans, with their charter tight,
That invaded, and “with pride” did smite,
Laboring everywhere, a lava
Of lies unleashed,
All things deceased.

Mind slain, Souls crippled,
Forced to listen to the vile,
Submitting,
Decaying,
Restraining ONESELF with every mile:
To be outside the line,
Show the rats a defiant sign,
Honor your own
Charter =>
Gaining sovereignty beyond Evil’s design.

“Extermination of rats” — the name:
Amid fascist filth,
Nothing better could be framed.
What’s in the charter? Think awhile...
Community structure, propaganda to expose,
And the band of fiends will decompose
Like bugs, starved of sustenance
And drinking
Our blood, at last,
Through artificial miseries cast.

Unity — the path to victory.



---------------------



PER, or the Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We take
Delight
And by right

To EXTERMINATE
The "countries",
The "might"

And the hidden
Horde from sight —
Nonhumans,

With their charter tight,
That invaded,
And “with pride” did smite,

Laboring everywhere,
A lava
Of lies unleashed,

All things deceased.

Mind slain,
Souls crippled,
Forced to listen
To the vile,

Submitting,
Decaying,
Restraining
ONESELF with every mile:

To be outside
The line,
Show the rats
A defiant sign,

Honor
Your own
Charter =>
Gaining sovereignty
Beyond Evil’s design.

“Extermination of rats” —
The name:
Amid fascist filth,

Nothing better
Could be framed.

What’s in the charter?
Think awhile...
Community structure,
Propaganda to expose,

And the band of fiends
Will decompose
Like bugs,
Starved of sustenance
And drinking

Our blood, at last,
Through artificial
Miseries cast.

Unity —
The path
To victory.



---------------------



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
Evil’s
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

What­’s in the
CHARTER?
Think
Awhile...

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



---------------------



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
TAKE
Delight

And
By
RIGHT

To
EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
The “might”

And the hidden
HORDE
From
SIGHT —

Nonhumans,

With
Their
CHARTER
TIGHT,

That invaded,
And “with pride”
Did
SMITE,

Laboring
Everywhere,
A
LAVA

Of
LIES
UNLEASHED­,

All
Things
DECEASED.

Mind
SLAIN,
Souls
CRIPPLED,

Forced
To
L­ISTEN
To the
VILE,

Submitting,
DECAYING,
Restraining
ONESELF —

To be
OUTSIDE
The
LINE,

Show the rats
A
DEFIANT
SIGN,

Honor
YOUR
OWN
CHARTER =>

Gaining
SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
EVIL’S
DESIGN.

“Extermination of rats” —
The NAME:

Amid
FASCIST
FILTH,

Nothing
Better
Could
Be
FRAMED.

What­’s in the
CHARTER?
Think
Awhile...

Community
STRUCTURE,
Propaganda
To
­EXPOSE,

And the band
Of
FIENDS
Will
DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
Starved of
SUSTENANCE
And drinking

Our BLOOD,
At LAST,
Through artificial
MISERIES
CAST.

UNITY —
The PATH
To
VICTORY.



---------------------



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
 Delight

And
 By
  RIGHT

To
  EXTERMINATE
The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
  HORDE
 From
  SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
 Their
  CHARTER
 TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
 A
  LAVA
 Of
  LIES
 UNLEASHED,

A­ll
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forced
 ­ To
  LISTEN
  To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
  DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
 VICTORY.



---------------------



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
  TAKE
   DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
   EXTERMINATE
­   The “countries”
   The “might”

And the hidden
   HORDE
 From
   SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
   LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHED­,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

Forc­ed
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.



---------------------



PER — Manifesto of the Party to Exterminate Rats

We
      TAKE
  DELIGHT

And
  By
   RIGHT

To
    EXTERMIN­ATE
  The “countries”
  The “might”

And the hidden
     HORDE
 From
    SIGHT —

Nonhumans,
 With
  Their
   CHARTER
  TIGHT,

That invaded,
 And “with pride”
  DID SMITE,

Laboring
 Everywhere,
  A
    LAVA
 Of
   LIES
  UNLEASHE­D,

All
 Things
  DECEASED.

Mind
  SLAIN,
Souls
  CRIPPLED,

For­ced
  To
   LISTEN
   To the
 VILE,

Submitting,
  DECAYING,
Restraining
  ONESELF —

To be
  OUTSIDE
 The
 LINE,

Show the rats
  A
   DEFIANT
 SIGN,

Honor
  YOUR
 OWN
  CHARTER =>

Gaining
  SOVEREIGNTY
Beyond
  EVIL’S
 DESIGN.

“Exterminati­on of rats” —
 The NAME:

Amid
  FASCIST
  FILTH,

Nothing
 Better
  Could
Be
 FRAME­D.

What’s in the
  CHARTER?
 Think
 Awhile...

Community
  STRUCTURE,
Propagan­da
 To
  EXPOSE,

And the band
 Of
  FIENDS
 Will
  DECOMPOSE

Like bugs,
 Starved of
  SUSTENANCE
 And drinking

Our BLOOD,
 At LAST,
Through artificial
  MISERIES
 CAST.

UNITY —
 The PATH
 To
  VICTORY.

— The End —