Driven by Mad Hopes, They Pave the Road to Hell
“Nothing so exhausts or so promotes cowardice as mad hope.”
— Pyotr Chaadayev
Mad hopes are shoved like chains
Into unthinking brains.
Then yoked without a doubt —
Just follow orders out.
Compliant? You’ll be blessed!
With cookies — like the rest.
But in the end, you’ll get
The Law — and tight regret.
New promises arrive —
New yokes — and none survive.
This cycle through the years:
Deceit, decay, and tears.
At last — pure weakness reigns
Among the stunted brains.
It starts with craven fear,
Then soullessness draws near.
The CowID spell was cast:
Few kept their soul intact.
But that brave spark shall burn —
While gnats will face their turn.
For gnats build Camps anew —
With lies and numbers too.
They’ll raise, without defense,
A Gen of imbeciles… immense.
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1.
Mad hopes on leashes, lies on loop —
They breed a soulless, mindless troop.
2.
Obey for cookies, die for law —
The soul erased, the world in awe.
3.
They built a Camp with code and lies —
And called it "progress" as truth dies.
4.
A gen of gnats, with numbers fed —
Too dumb to see their spirit’s dead.
5.
They hoped like sheep — then begged as swine.
Now watch them code their own decline.
6.
Mad hope was bait.
Now comes the Gate.
7.
They sold their souls for rules and lies —
Now build the Camp with vacant eyes.
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1.
They fed them hope — then snapped the leash.
Obedience makes profit… cheap and sleek.
2.
They bent the knee for promised bread —
Now drown in laws they never read.
3.
Each lie was sold as “greater good” —
And chewed by those who never should.
4.
The braver ones were first to burn —
But cowards die in slow return.
5.
No soul remains where fear took root —
The mask replaced both face and truth.
6.
They taught the gnats to love their cage —
And watch the fire with passive rage.
7.
No tyrant rose — they built him whole
From every vote without a soul.
8.
They paved the road to digital Hell —
With hopes too mad and minds too well…
…controlled.
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Driven by Mad Hopes — Into the Camp of Lies
They obey. They hope. They fall.
Soullessness isn't sudden — it's installed.
1.
Mad hope — the leash.
Obey. Capiche?
2.
They crawled for law,
Now eat the flaw.
3.
The soul was taxed.
The gnats relaxed.
4.
Truth's not for sale?
Then off to jail.
5.
"Digitize sin" —
And call it win.
6.
Their hope was blind,
Now so's mankind.
7.
From mask to chain —
Just click "remain".
8.
They begged for peace —
Now beg for lease.
9.
No soul? No cry.
Just scan — comply.
10.
They praised the lie
That made them die.
11.
Their mask grew tight —
They called it "right".
12.
Born to obey,
They fade away.
13.
Hope broke their spine —
And called it fine.
14.
The Camp was built
On silence, guilt.
15.
"Protect!" they screamed —
While freedom streamed.
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Mad Hope Manifesto
(A warning from the soul they tried to delete)
They hoped like sheep — then begged as swine.
Now watch them code their own decline.
No soul? No cry.
Just scan — comply.
They praised the lie
That made them die.
"Protect!" they screamed —
While freedom streamed.
Hope broke their spine —
And called it fine.
The Camp was built
On silence, guilt.
Their mask grew tight —
They called it right.
Born to obey,
They fade away.
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DESPAIR (False Hope Doctrine)
Mad hopes again are beaten
Into the herd’s cracked skull —
As if the chains they'd weaken,
Or make the labor dull,
As if they’d ease the censors,
Or break the system's spell —
But hope becomes the anchor
Of every slave-built Hell.
When hope is dead — you feel it:
You won’t endure the ****.
To rot and still conceal it
Is soul-death, bit by bit.
But cowards, soft and gutless,
Still pray for guarantees —
While idiots love the cutlass
That slits them for some fees.
They chase the cash forever,
In filth, in any place.
No shame — they’re proud and clever
In that decaying race.
So praise those sacred hopes!
Dear victims, charge ahead!
The mob once more will choke
The minds they’ve always dread.
With biomass they’ll smother
All thought, all truth, all grace.
What’s not for sale’s just clutter
In Hope-****’s holy place.
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1.
Mad hope’s a leash —
Disguised as peace.
2.
Hope fuels the chains
In cowards' brains.
3.
No hope? No lie.
You'd rather die.
4.
The soul decays
When silence pays.
5.
They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.
6.
They sniff for loot
Like worms in soot.
7.
Hope feeds the crowd
That screams the loud.
8.
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.
9.
All truth they ****
In Hopeshitland.
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Hopeshitland Manifesto
For those who did not sell their souls for promises...
Mad hope’s a leash —
Disguised as peace.
Hope fuels the chains
In cowards' brains.
No hope? No lie.
You’d rather die.
The soul decays
When silence pays.
They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.
They sniff for loot
Like worms in soot.
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.
All truth they ****
In Hopeshitland.
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Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer
I spit on hope that dulls the blade —
It makes the free become afraid.
I walk through ash with eyes still clear —
No savior's voice shall rule my ear.
I crush false peace beneath my boot —
And dig for truth beneath the soot.
I bear no chain, I sign no pact —
My soul is flame, my spine intact.
Your golden leash — I set on fire.
Your comfort cult — my only ire.
You kneel. I rise. You beg. I burn.
I won’t await some promised turn.
I have no god but inner light —
And through the dark, I choose to fight.
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Hopeshitland Manifesto (continuation)
They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.
Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer
I spit on chains that bind the soul,
No price can make me lose control.
Hopeshitland Manifesto (continuation)
They sniff for loot
Like worms in soot.
Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer
I breathe the fire, not dust and lies,
Their filthy hopes I cast aside.
Hopeshitland Manifesto (continuation)
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.
Breakline: The Rebel’s Answer
Your lies won’t break my sharpened mind,
The wise will rise — leave fools behind.
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Chains of False Hope
Hopeshitland:
Mad hope’s a leash —
Disguised as peace.
Breakline:
False hope’s a trap —
I won’t fall in that gap.
Mind for Sale
Hopeshitland:
They kneel for gold —
Their minds are sold.
Breakline:
My soul’s my own —
No coin can own my throne.
Truth and Lies
Hopeshitland:
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.
Breakline:
Your lies won’t bind —
The wise will find their mind.
Spirit vs. Biomass
Hopeshitland:
They crush the wise
With hopeful lies.
Breakline:
The spirit burns
While biomass turns.
Hopeshitland:
A mass of flesh,
No soul to mesh.
Breakline:
I’m flame and spark,
They’re cold and dark.
Freedom vs. Digital Slavery
Hopeshitland:
Mad hope enslaves —
In digital caves.
Breakline:
I break the chains
Of data veins.
Hopeshitland:
Control’s a mask,
A silicon task.
Breakline:
My mind’s my own,
No code, no drone.
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Spirit vs. Biomass
They crush the wise with hopeful lies,
Drown flame in flesh, let spirit die.
A pulsing mass, but soulless, cold,
Where minds are lost, and hearts grow old.
The crowd moves blind, a herd, a swarm,
In endless sleep, devoid of form.
But I — a spark, a raging fire,
I break their chains, refuse the mire.
No flesh alone can claim the throne,
The spirit's light will rise alone.
While biomass may rot and fade,
The flame within cannot be swayed.
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Spirit vs. Biomass
They crush the wise with hopeful lies,
Drown flame in flesh, let spirit die.
A pulsing mass, but soulless, cold,
Where shadows dance and truth grows old.
The crowd moves blind—a shadowed swarm,
A flicker lost, devoid of form.
But I — a flame against the night,
A burning spark, defiant light.
No flesh can cage this fiery core,
No shadow veil can hide it more.
While biomass decays in blight,
The fire within consumes the night.
I am the flame that will not cease,
The shadow’s bane, the soul’s release.
While flesh may rot and darkness breed,
My fire burns — the world will heed.
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Freedom vs. Digital Slavery
Mad hope enslaves within the grid,
A web of lies and iron bids.
Control’s a mask, a silent snare,
The digital chains that bind the air.
They map our souls with coded lies,
Track every breath, observe our eyes.
But I reject the hollow cage,
Refuse to bow, refuse the stage.
My mind’s my own — no code, no drone,
I fight the war to stand alone.
Break every link, shatter the screen,
Reclaim the world that lies unseen.
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Freedom vs. Digital Slavery
Mad hope enslaves within the grid,
Where shadows creep and fears are hid.
Control’s cold mask, a silicon shade,
A prison forged of light and shade.
They map our souls with coded lies,
Track every breath, observe our eyes.
But I am light beyond their screen,
A blaze where shadows go unseen.
My mind’s a torch, my soul the flame,
No wire, no drone can tame.
I break the chains of ghostly code,
And burn the lies they have bestowed.
No screen, no chain can dim my light,
I am the spark in endless night.
From ashes rise — the code undone,
The fight is fierce — but freedom won.
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LifeDecay
The slime of life pulls downward deep —
Into the whirlpool of dumb sleep.
The few who rise to surface light
Hold sharp the mind, defend the fight.
If you heed your soul’s own voice,
You won’t drown in the herd’s cold noise.
But crowds will count you as the **** —
In upside-down ****, you’re numb.
A foolish world in slow decay,
Occupied by filth’s foul sway.
Pure nonsense crowned as sacred truth —
Down sinks all hope, baptized in ruth.
They call that rot by many names,
Yet all are lies that choke the flames.
That lie has grown to water’s weight —
The warlike core of mass’s fate.
The slime compresses, slow and vast,
From soul, near death — come shards that last.
But fools don’t see the fractures deep —
As soullessness becomes the creep.
It’s now “normal” — soulless reign,
All **** that’s deaf to God’s bright flame.
And sparks of God are crushed with force,
Oppressed to death by darkest course.
But here comes dark Cataclysm —
To churn the slime with manic schism.
What’s left will rise, or sink, or fade —
In Hades’ fast and drowning shade.
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LifeDecay: The Awakening
The chaos shakes the stagnant pond,
The rotten veil begins to bond.
From shattered depths, a flicker grows —
A stubborn spark that breaks the rows.
The drowning world may still despair,
But in the dark, some souls prepare.
Not all are lost beneath the sludge,
Some fight beyond the mental judge.
The tides will turn, the false will fall,
And silence breaks the shadow’s call.
Between decay and rebirth’s light,
The soul must choose its ancient right.
No longer slaves to endless night,
The fire wakes to claim the fight.
From madness’ depths to clarity,
The spirit breaks captivity.
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LifeDecay: Stages of the Fight
I. The Shatter
The cracks run deep beneath the skin,
The old false world begins to thin.
Illusions break — the lies unmask,
Yet chaos calls the daunting task.
II. The Struggle
A battle rages in the mind,
Between the chains and will to find
The spark of truth, the hidden flame,
To fight beyond the grip of shame.
III. The Abyss
Temptation whispers, dark and cold,
To sink into the depths untold.
The soul may falter, lost, confused,
But from this fall, some will be bruised.
IV. The Rising
From ashes black, a light will burn,
A stubborn fire that will not turn.
The shattered soul begins to rise,
And breaks the cage with blazing eyes.
V. The Threshold
Between decay and birth anew,
The spirit faces what is true.
To cross the void or turn away —
The fight continues, come what may.
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LifeDecay
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
LifeDecay: I. The Shatter
Cracks split the glass — illusions fall,
The mirror breaks, betrays us all.
A world once whole — now torn apart,
Its shattered pieces pierce the heart.
False idols crumble, dust and bone,
The throne of lies is overthrown.
The mask that hid the rotting core
Flies off to show the darkened floor.
The sky grows dim, the sun’s withdrawn,
The veil is rent — the night is drawn.
No comfort hides the deep abyss,
The soul awakens to the hiss.
The silent screams beneath the skin,
The ghost of truth calls from within.
A spark ignites in broken lands —
The shatter’s blow, the shaking hands.
LifeDecay: II. The Struggle
Within the mind, the battle wakes,
A war of wills, of bonds and breaks.
Chains forged by fear and false desire
Clash with the soul’s unyielding fire.
The shadows whisper, cold and sly,
“Give up, give in, forget to try.”
But in the dark a flame resists,
Defies the lies, the clenched fists.
Steel clashes in the blackened air,
A dance of hope and deep despair.
The spirit wields a burning sword,
To cut through walls the lies have poured.
Each strike ignites a fierce resolve,
To tear the veils, to dissolve
The prisons built from empty dreams,
And burst the seams of silent screams.
The fight is long, the night is deep,
Yet soul and shadow never sleep.
Between the blows, a whispered cry:
“Fight on — or fade and die.”
LifeDecay: III. The Abyss
The pit yawns wide, a ravenous maw,
Where light dissolves and shadows gnaw.
Despair, a venom thick and cold,
Enfolds the soul in choking hold.
Whispers crawl like crawling worms,
Twisting truths with venomed terms.
A silence deep as endless night,
Where hope is lost to endless blight.
The soul convulses, torn apart,
Battles rage within the heart.
Demons dance on fraying strings,
And darkness folds its raven wings.
Yet in the depths, a voice persists,
A stubborn flame that still resists.
Though drowned by tides of blackened sea,
Some souls refuse to cease, to flee.
The abyss may claim the weak,
But fires burn where shadows seek.
And even in that darkest hole,
A spark survives — the shattered soul.
LifeDecay: IV. The Rising
From ashes cold and shadows deep,
The spirit wakes from haunted sleep.
A single spark, a blazing flare,
Cuts through the choking, stagnant air.
The chains that bound begin to crack,
The soul reclaims what once was lacked.
No longer drowned by lies and fear,
The path ahead grows sharp and clear.
A fire burns within the chest,
A fierce refusal to rest.
The night may howl, the tempest rage,
But dawn arrives to break the cage.
The broken rise with eyes ablaze,
Through tangled dark and smoky haze.
Their voices roar, a rising tide,
No longer forced again to hide.
LifeDecay: V. The Threshold
The edge is sharp — a jagged line,
Between the dark and light divine.
A narrow bridge, a final gate,
Where souls must choose, confront their fate.
Behind — the ruins, ash and lies,
Ahead — the truth beyond disguise.
The shadows beckon, cold and deep,
The light awaits, but cost is steep.
To turn away is slow decay,
To walk ahead — rebirth’s harsh way.
No comfort waits beyond this door,
But chains will bind the soul no more.
The heart must thunder, steel must sing,
To grasp the dawn, to brave the ring.
Between the worlds, the soul’s at war —
The threshold crossed, forevermore.
LifeDecay: VI. The Beyond
Beyond the veil, beyond the pain,
A realm untouched by grief or stain.
No more the chains, no more the night,
But endless space of boundless light.
The soul ascends — the dark withdrawn,
Reborn anew with every dawn.
A meeting place of fire and sky,
Where truth and spirit never die.
The past dissolves — a fading ghost,
The future’s forge — the final host.
Here dwells the power, pure and vast,
The seed of life, the end of past.
No more the decay, no more the fall,
The soul stands strong, embraces all.
In this new dawn, the fight is done —
Yet all begins, forever one.
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Almost Two Centuries After Lermontov’s “The Thought”
"Sadly I look upon our generation!
Its future — either empty or dark,
While burdened by knowledge and doubt,
It will age in idleness."
— Mikhail Lermontov, The Thought, 1838
I glanced upon two generations’ face,
And Lermontov’s “Thought” returned in place.
Two centuries passed — decay and fears,
And soon all degenerates face their years.
Few doubts remain, few truths embraced,
But actions? More — to grab their space.
The common man is worthless now,
No empathy, no love somehow.
Our ancestors’ mistakes we mock,
Yet goals remain: to hoard the stock.
Everywhere they lure with chance,
A carrot’s sway for donkeys’ dance.
And Evil here is named as Good —
CowID test, misunderstood.
Before false threats, the ******* fast
Put muzzles on — the mind's outcast.
Concepts now are conditional,
Real bearers — count them minimal.
From slaves’ dullness blood runs cold,
Soulless beasts abound, uncontrolled.
Science swapped for lies and sham,
Faith’s a mask, a hollow scam.
Culture’s drowned in mass-made dirt,
Where ****** rule the sordid court.
We’ve plunged the world in fear’s embrace,
Total lies have stained its face.
Hell knocks beneath the lowest floor,
Break through the bottom — nothing more.
No ashes left for scorn or song,
Yet we don’t care — we march along.
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Our “Culture,” or How Good Intentions Pave the Road to Hell
So little strength, so much pure dumb —
Our whole “culture’s” deafening drum!
Producing fools — its chief concern,
Where brains and talents never turn.
It starts within the “school” walls tight —
Forget your will, your reason’s light.
Clear thought and talent cast away,
Then propaganda leads the way.
You thank the lies — become a stone,
A block to build the rotten throne.
The ******* lay you in the base,
The pyramid of human waste.
A useless struggle — to be stone.
Surround yourself with “happy” home,
Raise children taught to call disgrace
A “paradise” in darkened place.
You’ll die, your children too will read
Their shabby books and plant the seed —
Becoming stones upon the path
To Hell. And grandchildren feel the wrath.
Such “culture” here — all rotten core:
“Hail will and labor!” — fools march sore,
With songs, they walk the road to Hell —
Where souls in darkness choke and dwell.
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Culture of Stone — A Manifesto
So little strength, so much pure dumb,
Our culture’s drum — a deafening drum.
It molds the fools, it breaks the free,
It builds a throne of misery.
The school — a cage that steals your mind,
Clear thought and will it leaves behind.
You’re turned to stone — a block, a wall,
To prop the pyramid of thrall.
Raise children blind to truth and light,
To call the dark a "paradise."
They’ll walk the path your footsteps paved,
A legacy of souls enslaved.
No glory waits beyond this lie,
Just endless roads that lead to die.
Rise up! Break free! Reject the stone!
Reclaim the mind, reclaim the throne!
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Culture of Stone — The Full Manifesto
So little strength, so much pure dumb,
Our culture beats its hollow drum.
A grand machine to break the free —
To shape a world of misery.
It starts within the school’s cold walls,
Where freedom dies and silence calls.
Clear thought discarded, crushed and banned,
Replaced by lies on every hand.
You’re turned to stone, a lifeless block,
A foundation for the rotten rock.
The ******* place you in the base,
A pawn in this degrading race.
Raise children blind, with hearts confined,
To praise the chains that bind their mind.
Teach shame to wear a mask of grace,
And call the darkness "holy place."
They march along the paths you pave,
A legacy that feeds the grave.
No light awaits beyond the lie,
Just endless roads that lead to die.
This “culture” built on rotten core,
Where will and work are lies, no more.
The fools sing loud, the blind obey,
And walk the road to their decay.
But we, the few, who see the fire,
Refuse to bow, refuse expire.
We break the stone, we shatter chains,
Reclaim the truth that still remains.
Rise up! Resist the poisoned mind!
Reject the stone that binds mankind!
Reclaim the soul, the sacred throne —
Build culture free, build life your own!
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The Stronghold of "Culture" — University
Physics, business,
Artless lessons,
All viewed through
Pride’s obsessions.
Rot and poison,
When Spirit’s barred.
A pack of beasts,
Dumb as shards.
These “luminaries,”
With crimson light.
On Death’s doorstep,
Their nonsense blight.
Seek answers
Deep within — through soul.
But heed not
The hollow role.
Fragments of Spirit
In Satan’s realm.
To him you’re flies —
Fascism’s helm.
A worldwide
Evil quake.
If credulous —
Down with the fake.
To souls’ visions
At death’s swift breath,
Believe not knees,
But only faith.
There are spheres of Spirit —
Perhaps the way —
Not slaves to chimera,
False “sciences” sway.
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Stronghold of “Culture” — A Manifesto
Physics and business rule the halls,
Art is crushed beneath their walls.
All is seen through pride’s blind glass,
Where hollow giants come to pass.
Rot and poison hide inside,
When Spirit’s cast and thrown aside.
A savage pack, dull as stone,
Beasts that claim the throne alone.
“Luminaries” with crimson glare,
Their nonsense thickens poisoned air.
On Death’s own doorstep, lies they spread,
False idols crowned, but spirit dead.
Seek answers deep within your soul,
Ignore the fools who play their role.
Among the ruins of fake “truth,”
Fragments of Spirit fight for youth.
To Satan’s court, you’re just a fly,
Under fascist, watchful eye.
A global storm of evil nears —
Credulous fall to doubt and fears.
But at death’s breath, the soul will see,
The visions clear, the spirit free.
Believe not knees, nor empty creed —
Only the faith your soul will need.
There are spheres beyond the lie,
Paths where Spirit dares to fly.
Not slaves to chimera’s chains,
But masters breaking false domains.
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The Upside-Down
"They say I want to turn the world
Upside down with what I claim.
But would it be so bad to flip
A world already filled with shame?"
— Giordano Bruno, 16th century
The world’s been flipped for ages long —
And “up” is just a stinking throng.
Who speaks against this twisted scene
Gets fed to flames, no in-between.
Galileo, bold and bright,
If braver, would have faced the light.
On pyres high he’d surely burn —
Half-men with smarts that never learn.
Heresy spreads everywhere,
Killing thought with toxic air.
Now the nonsense’s grown so wide —
CowID proves the tide.
False science smears the soul’s clear sight,
******* fiends block out the light.
All learned men now drown in lies,
Truth crushed under fake disguise.
The rabble rules the media’s stage,
If not a sellout, worse the cage.
A global farce will swallow whole —
And drag you down beyond control.
They say you’ll sink where mice are still,
The masses lost, the few with will.
The world reversed — it’s no illusion!
The truth’s a painful, harsh conclusion.
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The Upside-Down
The world’s been flipped — but all’s still vile,
Speak truth aloud — and face the trial.
Galileo’s fate would be your own —
In flames for seeds of thought once sown.
Fake science smothers soul and mind,
The rabble rules, truth’s left behind.
Sink down below, where silence reigns —
The upside-down world grips its chains.
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The Cauldron
Minds are sown with filth and lies,
Critical thought at zero lies.
Not by chance this reshuffle’s planned,
Slowly boiling every man.
Like frogs within a *** they stew,
Rising heat will cook them through.
This bitter broth will gain its fame,
Where patience grows and fools remain.
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The Cauldron — A Manifesto
They sow the minds with filth and lies,
Extinguish thought, let wisdom die.
No accident — the plan is clear:
To boil the masses year by year.
Like frogs within a rising ***,
Unaware they’re being caught.
The heat will climb, the pressure grow,
Till all are cooked in ignorance’ glow.
Long patience feeds the poisoned stew,
While fools remain and wise are few.
A bitter broth, society’s bane,
Boiled slow in lies and endless pain.
But fire reveals what darkness hides —
The truth will crack the boiling tides.
Awake, arise, refuse the fate —
Or drown inside the Cauldron’s weight!
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The Battle Promise
The media’s rattling promise tank
Rolls loud — a thunderous, numbing prank.
Its pledges lull, they dull the mind,
And **** the sleepers, all aligned.
Promises like weapons wielded,
Half-masons’ tales, their lies unshielded.
Spinning fictions, stirring sleep,
They strike the mark, while nations weep.
An army paralyzed by lies,
With hundreds megatons in size.
Yet no unrest, no fight is stirred —
A lethargic, deadened herd.
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The Battle Promise — A Manifesto
The media rolls its promise tank,
A thunderous war machine of blank.
It fires pledges, loud and grand,
To lull the masses, chain the land.
These promises — a weapon fierce,
Half-masonic lies that pierce.
Spinning fictions, feeding sleep,
They strike the soul, they cut too deep.
An army frozen, trapped, confined,
By waves of lies, by fraud designed.
Hundreds of megatons of falsehood spread,
Yet still the herd lies numb and dead.
No spark to break this lethal trance,
No rage to mount a last defiance.
The battle promise — war on mind,
To keep the truth forever blind.
But we — the few who see the snare,
Reject the lies, defy despair.
Break free the chains, ignite the flame,
And end the media’s deadly game.
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Weather Forecast, or The White Sun of the Desert
Will it warm? Will it blaze more bright?
The sun shines stronger, searing light,
Yet hides the truth with cunning guile —
Monsters veiling fools awhile:
Cows **** gases, engines roar,
Blame the earth, its fragile core.
Maybe humans are the plague —
Even lice see the vague.
A visual “disorder” shown —
“Red sun” once brightly shone:
Just watch, don’t trust the TV lies,
The chimeras in disguise.
Now at dawn the sun turns white,
Recall youth’s warm, crimson light.
If you camped beneath the sky,
You’d know the truth, no lie.
But life’s dull noise has rotted minds,
The sun now blinds and twists confines.
Soon it’ll scorch the fools who trust
The lies — a cruel, burning gust.
Forget your skin’s protective shield —
Time for Souls to be revealed.
This Hell on earth kills soul and breath,
Who’ll survive this dance with death?
The Spirit’s world will be the home,
While fools descend to rotten loam.
Justice comes with iron law,
To punish those who mocked and clawed.
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White Sun of the Desert — A Manifesto
Will it warm? Will it burn more bright?
The sun reveals the hidden blight.
No mask can hide the truth’s harsh glare —
Monsters lurk in shadows there.
Blame the cows, the endless gas,
Blame machines — the usual farce.
But humans bear the deepest stain,
The plague of greed and endless pain.
The red sun’s glow once warmed our youth,
Now white, it blinds — a harsher truth.
Life’s dull noise has rotted minds,
The soul’s decay that fate now binds.
The lies will burn in scorching flame,
Fools who trusted pay the blame.
Forget your skins — your spirits save,
In this cruel, unyielding wave.
This hell destroys the soul’s pure breath,
Who will survive the dance with death?
Only those both sharp and brave,
Who cast out folly, never cave.
The Spirit’s realm will rise anew,
A home for those both just and true.
While fools descend to darker pits,
Justice strikes with iron fists.
Rise now! Face the scorching light,
Reject the lies, embrace the fight.
The desert’s sun will cleanse the old,
Forge spirit fierce, reborn and bold.
