"The Wisdom" of Decay
The “wisdom” of enduring,
The “science” of forget —
Just nonsense, reassuring,
A family’s safe bet:
They pass down old delusions,
Enshrined in sacred dust,
These plagues of mind’s confusions
Turn reason into rust.
Dehumanized by creatures
Who preach what must be done —
They breed obedient features
And call the monsters “sons.”
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1.
They teach you to rot with a smile —
And call it the virtues of trial.
2.
Old lies in golden frames —
Their heirs wear branded chains.
3.
They pass down filth as truth —
And grind the will of youth.
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Through Darkness
A lonely wanderer
Walks through darkest night,
Through fascist filth and horror,
Endless, endless fight.
For days are just illusions —
The dark inside runs deep:
Satan reigns supreme,
A “God” among the sheep.
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Uniforms
Uniforms now stain the world around —
A fascist madness grips us all.
The traitors walk as norms profound,
Lies flood like waves, the tenth great fall.
Total lies and sellouts everywhere,
Like breath they fill the weak and blind.
Fascism shifts, but cycles wear —
Submit to beasts, you lose your mind.
Don’t trust, don’t bow, fight back the flood —
Only in struggle saves the soul.
Wake up from darkness, drown in blood —
The world decays beneath control.
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The Final Feast
The slow drag of “life” unyielding,
On ruins of Honor and Mind,
A wake for devils, beasts unfeeling —
Soon these creatures lose their filth behind.
The filth-world’s doomed, the monsters know,
Their fury raging everywhere.
The fools in cursed shadows crow,
“All’s okay!” — a blind, numb prayer.
The chains? They think those days are past,
The past rewritten, torn apart.
In this vile, cheap world’s grim cast,
Soulless Nothing claims the heart.
That Nothing fades to emptiness —
The universe’s only law.
But here the final feast still festers,
Monsters wait to cast you off.
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Full Stop
Dead children born
Of deadened minds —
“Thoughts” lash like scourges,
By the Tempter’s binds.
Souls sold cheap,
In bulk, on debt.
To lies and heresies listen,
Submit to evil — full stop, yet.
The full stop’s set — decay unfolds,
Fermentation’s now the trend.
The full stop’s sly — it multiplies,
Truth times zero, lies ascend.
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Mines and Masks
A monkey mother
To her baboon son,
In raising rudeness —
Planted a mine undone.
A human mine —
Mistakes are made.
From age to age it grows,
And worse will invade...
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Bomb
A mystic bomb
Blows minds apart.
Not fake science’s
Empty art.
The question now —
It’s on the list.
For bold it’s meant —
Stumps can’t resist.
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So-Called "Normal"
“So-called normal” spread their sane delusion,
Carriers of madness dressed as truth.
Poor children born into confusion,
Their minds destroyed, their hearts uncouth.
Always harmed by “education” cruel —
A brutal school, a madhouse blend.
Madness grows, the learned tool,
Their goal is simple: make all minds bend.
Some rare souls walk the harshest road,
Escape the dulling, soulless grip.
But years of struggle crush their load,
Sap their wings and break their spirit’s tip.
Beyond that, harder still to rise —
To fight and build in swampy lands.
Among them breed the many lies —
“Normal” freaks, fascism’s hands.
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Flight to Hell
Wings of Stupidity and Greed —
Their lift beyond control.
Landing gear is Ruthless Deed,
The pilot’s lost his soul.
They crush the skulls of those who fight,
Mid-flight, the rebels’ pain.
And in this final, cursed flight,
**** meets the end of days’ reign.
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Creation of the *******
Imbecile Adam
Plus ****** Eve —
Built a madhouse,
Step left, step right — no leave.
Always punished:
Dogma’s sky-high reign!
Herds keep grazing,
Others stuck in pain.
Niches few, and shrinking fast,
Year by year they fall.
Need a broken ******,
More bold lies to call.
For brazen lies to rule the earth,
Destroy all niches, every bit.
Turn this world to a cesspool —
Make it all a ******* pit.
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Shooting Gallery
This stupid world’s a shooting range:
They strike you close, from back, in flight.
Free cheese’s ticket — just a change,
Your spotter’s snitch in friendly light.
You’re both the target and the mark,
The aim drawn squarely on your skin.
They rarely move, stuck in the dark,
Safe “under fire” — caught within.
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War of the Box and Fridge
The box of zombies wastes its power,
For nothing, lost without a fight.
The fridge’s might will dawn the hour —
A new day breaks with hunger’s light.
Consumerism’s blaze will show
The path to the Great Feast’s hell.
The box will cry, “It’s all for show!” —
A pointless hype it tries to sell.
In that feast, minds drunk will drown,
Souls wasted down the hollow drain.
Books forgotten, all cast down —
Only stew remains, no gain.
The stew calls out, “Come eat, devour!”
Jazz hums to lull you into sleep.
The box howls loud — a deadly power,
Calls for ******, dark and deep.
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Cramming Kills the Mind
Kids of every age are loaded
With nonsense, crushed by rote and grind.
Memory’s strained and overloaded —
So out the Reason’s kicked, confined.
Worse than cramming, none can slay
The mind’s bright spark so cruelly.
Sit a while in school’s decay —
Drowning deep in stinking folly.
Programs made by vile TWARIs,
Not without a purpose, see:
You’ll sink in lies and mental mares,
All wasted, pointless misery.
Lies and half-truths piled high —
A freight train barreling blind.
Nonsense reigns, the Reason dies,
Banished from the conscious mind.
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Cleansing Death
Death and you — no need for courtesy,
Cowards fear it, but death’s no foe.
Through Death, the Earth will find purity —
And soon, the solid ground will bow.
Like old times, no hiding holes,
No rescue from the coming fate.
Traitors, freaks, submissive souls —
Have sickened Earth and powers great.
All will vanish into night,
Born anew, the ones unchained.
Here will rise a stronger light —
No more fools to keep restrained.
No more stumps to hold you down,
Talent’s reign will take its place.
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Stirrings and Troughs
Broken troughs — no news to tell,
Mostly secrets, hidden well.
No desire to take the blame,
Dreams alone fuel this lame game.
Movements fake, just carrot bait,
Leading ***** to their fate.
So the fiends direct the way —
Dragging souls to Hell’s decay.
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Stirrings and Troughs
Broken troughs, no real events,
Secrets kept with no defense.
No one wants to take the blame,
Dreams are just a hollow game.
Fake motions, carrot dangled,
***** led to be strangled.
Fiends drag down the doomed parade —
Straight to Hell, no masquerade.
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Stirrings and Troughs
Troughs are smashed — no real news.
Secrets kept, no one to lose.
Dreams like bait, no truth or care —
***** march to Hell’s despair.
Fiends command, no turning back,
Dragging souls to their attack.
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The King Is Naked!
The king’s attire—
An age-old fight.
We’re gnawed by lies,
A heap of blight.
But rules not king—
A brutal fiend.
The wretched masses
Cry, subdued and mean.
The king’s a trick—
A smokescreen veil.
Clothes? Forget it—
All lies prevail.
Satraps lie,
The rabble’s glad—
To think is dread,
To rebel is mad.
So simple now—
Just lie to self.
In numbness feast,
Hide in your hell.
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So-Called "Democracy"
Baboons with ballots in their hands,
Not healers, just a sham.
Soft lies laid like velvet bands—
Promises, the usual scam.
Once again the fools are fooled,
Still they trust—hell’s own jest!
You can’t break through to beasts so cruel,
They doom us all, no rest.
If **** keep playing their cruel game
Of “democracy” charade,
We’ll drown like apes in lies and shame,
The wise burned out, betrayed.
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The End of History
Manure, CowID — the world’s insane,
The scale’s blown up — it’s pure defeat!
TNT, not blood, fuels Lyra’s vein,
When History’s end drums fierce and fleet.
Write with TNT — no gentle word,
Burn hearts today, make terror rise,
For those before fascist wrath unheard,
Look more like shadows than alive.
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The Global Asylum
Psychos! Madmen! Screaming loud!
Scared inside the ward to stay?
Maybe wild thoughts breaking out?
Set them free? No — death’s the way.
Better die than fake a face,
Mimic crowds of broken minds —
Done-for lunatics who chase
“Normal” masks but none they find.
If a flicker of doubt shows
In your “truth” — CowID’s scan
Counts the rot and madness grows —
Darkness shameful, all is banned.
This is Earth’s grand Asylum —
No diagnosis erased.
Only listen to your soul,
Welcome Death with quiet grace.
Escape from this asylum?
Only Death will set you free.
Though they seem like gentle souls —
Fools, madmen, idiots be.
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Tale of the Mob-Ages
A broken slave —
The mob’s own breed:
Spirit crushed low,
Words left to bleed,
Mind is killed —
As conscience dies.
Fear, shame, and guilt —
The whole tale lies.
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The Kremlin Filth
The "Putin" collective,
Like all Kremlin ****, —
Embodiment of terror,
And idiot’s drum.
From those vile creatures,
Expect fresh pain and dread.
Their lies are simple—
Mostly wild nonsense spread.
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"Peace" — A Shooting Range — A Toilet
Darkened minds and souls forgot
In a "peace" that’s soaked in lies,
Betrayal piles like filth and rot —
Long since turned to toilet skies.
We’re rotting, not alive,
Yet call this hellish “peace.”
Add madness, violence thrive —
Three-in-one: the shooter's lease.
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Torment
Trust your Heart —
Sometimes your Mind.
Always check —
Don’t fall behind
The lies that swarm,
Easy to see,
If you keep
Your clarity.
Beasts lie crude,
Ruthless, coarse —
They spread the fear
With brutal force.
The world will drown
In lies so vast —
This torment comes,
Their wicked blast.
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Circle of Collusion
Circle of collusion —
Cops and quack docs,
All are corrupt *******,
Liars, and crooks.
CowID’s the proof —
Hard to count the good.
Cop or doc? — A traitor!
To hell with honor and blood.
Circle of collusion
Spreads through many fields.
It means decay,
Where no one yields.
A world of vile snakes,
United in lies.
No exceptions matter —
Shoulder to shoulder, rise!
Serve the Darkness, stuffing
Their pockets full tight,
Killing souls slowly,
Dragging the world into night.
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The End of History
“Vets” and fascists,
Masters of the total lie,
Thieving clerks and financiers—
These types we all despise.
CowID madness, endless war,
A parade of lies and traitors’ game.
Not peace—just one sick asylum,
Where being cattle’s not a shame.
Almost all are lost to this,
Only few kept mind and pride.
Norms and bounds have disappeared—
Corrupt beasts no one can hide.
For these fiends, it’s all the same—
As long as pay is on the table,
They’ll accept the brutal fascism,
Any beast they’ll make their slave.
Their reckoning won’t wait for long—
The end will come, their final fall.
It’s happened many times before—
The ruthless End of History’s call.
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The End of History
Manure, CowID — the world’s gone mad,
It’s off the charts—total damnation!
TNT, not blood, inks this ballad,
Marking History’s devastation.
Write with TNT, not mere words,
Burn hearts today, let fear ignite—
For those who bow to fascist swords
Look more like demons than the light.
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The History of Brave Deeds
“Nobility’s rare born from valor’s light;
Valor from nobility—still rarer sight.”
— Francis Bacon, seventeenth century’s call
Centuries of traitors breed the ****,
A rotten elite in a shrinking world.
With piles of cash, they justify some
“Valor”—faith in fools unfurled.
Great in schools, they teach the tale
Of “brave deeds” made by false parade,
But hide the crushing, brutal veil
On those whose truth and courage stayed.
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The Trap, or Choosing Slavery
In Earth’s foul trap, where Evil reigns,
All stills—Creation, Thought decays.
The rabble turns to lifeless frames—
Reflect on CowID’s harsh malaise.
The breaking point lies deep inside,
Not out, but choice to wear the chain.
Brave souls, free minds — in madhouses hide,
While evil uses corpses’ pain
To crush and **** with ruthless hand.
Creation too becomes a threat,
Unwanted in this cursed land—
The breaking point? The deepest net.
A sign of cataclysms near,
That judge long-suffering Satan’s reign.
All else is noise, just empty fear—
A tiresome lie, a ceaseless strain.
Save your soul by sharpening doubt,
And crown intuition’s throne.
These cataclysms come round about—
Drive out evil, cast off the drone.
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Valley of Fear and Rot
The slime of media fools,
Turns all to mindless drones.
Only beasts need such tools—
Corrupting souls with lies and bones.
"Upbringing" and "learning,"
Atheisms breed wild decay.
Like bacteria, spurning
Truth, you rot and fade away.
School, the press, and daily grind—
Steps down into the pit,
Where docile fools you’ll find:
A valley where all life will split.
Fear and rot in endless flow—
This is the world they grow.
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UN’s Approval
UN’s stinking crew approves
The vile plague of *******—
Rotten fools just swallow lies,
Soulless sheep, they pass the "law."
Then every fake-state follows suit:
No shame remains — that time is gone,
Too few awake, just bleating herds
Feeding on the filth with greed and brawn.
The Overton window swings wide,
Then breaks a path—a brutal breach.
What’s left of reason buried deep,
While darkness they declare as “good” to preach.
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UN’s Sick Approval
UN’s rotten gang endorses
*******’s foul plague.
Rotten fools endure their lies,
Soulless sheep who drag their plague.
Fake states follow in their tracks —
Shame’s long dead, the time is gone.
Bleating herds of brainless sheep
Devour filth, their minds withdrawn.
Overton’s **** window cracks,
Then crashes down—a brutal breach.
Reason’s corpse is buried deep,
Darkness crowned with evil speech.
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Bears of Many Kinds, Including Figurative
“High thoughts” on fools’ dull lives
Always shatter on thin ice.
Be sharp — cold mind must gauge decay,
The mainstream rot of this whole age.
Not brown, but white should be the sign
Amid the hell that’s swallowed time.
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It matters not where you arrive — honor the striving:
Strive toward Light — and rot you’ll be outliving.
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A stone won’t stay a stone — just slime instead.
The slime of "bonds." Wake up from lies widespread!
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Gangrene of mind replaced — no chance to flee,
By digital chains comes ruthless tyranny.
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Dogmas
To live in sin — to serve the foolish dogmas,
That includes the chains of binding vows.
Dogmas form within the soul like clots and thorns,
Stuffed full with lies, deceit that darkly ploughs.
Slavery surrounds, and customs blindly hold
The pillars of those systems built on chains.
Long lost are true values, crushed and cold,
Beneath the hellish web of twisted brains.
Dead schemes, dead souls — a feeble spawn of dead,
The dullest fools obey those lifeless rules.
They’re essence of all madness, all that’s bred —
The prison walls for all the thoughtless fools.
Only awareness breaks the curse’s grip —
Face truth, decide for self, don’t let them bind.
Or dogmas will devour all your soul’s script —
So sharpen sense and wake your inner mind.
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Cargo "Empire"
Imperial airs,
Colonies—what say you?
First came the masks,
Then helmets—shameful view!
A double-faced Führer rules,
Lawless, full of shame.
And Goebbels, ******, Müller—
Outdone in their vile game.
The cops are worse
Than **** torturers’ hands.
Ears withered from lies,
Judas among “doctors” stands.
Imperial airs—
A savage cargo cult’s guilt.
Not people, but bugs—
Their minds? A vacant hilt.
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Cargo "Empire"
Empire’s swagger,
Colonies enslaved—what’s your say?
First came masks,
Then helmets—disgrace on display!
A double-faced Führer,
Lawless and vile disgrace.
Goebbels, ******, Müller—
All crushed by this rogue’s face.
Cops worse than **** fiends,
Lies have rotted their ears.
Judas among the “healers,”
Spreading hate and fears.
Empire’s swagger—
A savage cargo cult’s curse.
Not men, but crawling vermin—
Minds dead, brains immersed.
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Cargo "Empire"
Empire’s swagger — chains and chains,
Colonies crushed beneath their reigns.
First masks, then helmets, all disgrace,
A *****, ruthless, venomous face.
Two-faced Führer, law’s disgrace,
Goebbels, ******? Overthrown in place.
Müller’s lies? Now they just choke,
This ****’s worse — the crown of crooks!
Cops more vile than **** fiends,
Lies have rotted all their means.
Judas doctors, snakes in white,
Selling death, betraying light.
Empire’s swagger — cargo cult’s hate,
Not humans here, just vermin’s fate.
Brains are dead, and souls are crushed,
In this swamp where reason’s hushed.
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Cargo Cult’s Rot
Empire’s lies, a rotting plague,
Cops worse than beasts — truth’s betrayed.
Judas docs with poisoned hands,
Brains gone dead — their kingdom stands.
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Pain
Drowned in pain — to fade, to cease,
If will is gone, and beasts hold peace.
But only through the FIGHT —
You summon pain to light.
You’ll perish — self undone,
To Pure Spirit, you will run.
The stench of madness — shameful world,
No longer can this hell be hurled.
Worse than any filthy pit —
Here dwells Death that won’t quit.
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A Crying Shame
Clinging to dead forms of being —
A pit where minds and souls are drowning.
The madness of the stuck and seeing
How Earth beneath fools keeps on frowning.
The universe weighed down by shame,
While idiots chew lies with pleasure.
“All’s fine,” they say — they feed the flame
Of treachery beyond all measure.
The fools are many, wise are few,
That breed itself is fading fast.
Consciousness has dropped below
The floor — a shame that will outlast.
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Stupidity
Confident stupidity —
A crop bred for slave control;
With gullibility and cruelty,
No need for whip or toll.
Forget the prisons, hangmen’s rod:
Just drown them in their greed—
And endless deals, a “super” fraud,
Will chain their slavish breed.
You might thin them with a war,
Or lies like plague and CowID.
This wretched world’s become a madhouse,
Where Spirit dies and Mind is freed.
The few who stand against this pain
Will vanish soon, as evil grows.
Leftover **** sinks in shame,
Beneath the shadow of the Super-Goat’s throes.
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Rot and Lies
Europe’s rot, Russia’s stench,
Decay from overseas.
They say all people’s good and blest?
No verbal ****, please!
This filth has flooded every town,
Cities, lands alike.
The crowds’ dull ignorance enrages—
Only **** heed their strike.
At best, it’s faults of just a few—
But monsters know it well.
Hell’s no dream, they fry their lies,
Instead of truth to tell...
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Dialogue of Fools
— "Free world," they say, is somewhere found?
— In some American-made show...
— They preach "party’s sacred ground"
To crowds with spirits low.
— Yes, yes, they preach. Freedom for gays,
And all that foolish stuff.
— Just propaganda, worse these days
Than old CPSU’s bluff.
Wash out your mouths and ears — be bold,
And toss this crap away.
The world’s no better, just more cold,
Killing Mind and Soul each day...
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The Dead Walk
The fool of “living” dead remains —
A coffin frame so tight and small.
Here sheep outwit, and weeds gain,
More use than those who heed the call.
The dead surround us all around —
The world’s a crypt, a madhouse grim.
The **** that nurtures dullness bound,
Wields poison sharp and chances slim.
The dead will **** the living souls,
Though few remain to stalk the night.
The ghouls who send these dead on roles
Are scarce — but vast is their dark blight.
You’re born like targets in a range,
A toy for aim, a mark to shoot.
The weapon’s just a lifeless stump,
Yet fools still fight with broken truth.
The fool of “living” dead, no soul,
No face — just dumb disguise it wears,
And Reason battles for control
While empty minds are caught unawares.
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YouTube
Videos of gluttons
Grab a million views,
Then it gets worse—
Wild fools amuse.
They’re comfy in their slime;
A wise one tries to find
A spark inside that mess—
Better just leave behind.
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Glitter and Lies
They soothe us with their glitter, lies —
But comfort’s gone, the time has passed,
When everywhere, the rotten fascist flies,
A shameful sheep, Earth’s outcast.
So many sheep — where are the people?
They fade away, a dying breed.
Trapped in lies so total, feeble,
Their spirit crushed, no chance to lead.
No mind has ever truly grown —
Just what the monsters force and feed.
One marvels only at the drone,
Madness blooms, alive with death’s seed.
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Wings of Passion
Passion’s wings — when pure they soar,
Cast off weakness — seek much more.
Beauty opens to the strong,
Feeds the fire that drives along.
In this world so sick and vile,
Hard to keep your soul awhile.
Wings of passion, mind in flight,
Lift you swiftly from the night.
Leave behind the sickening lies,
Madness where the falsehoods rise,
******* ruling, mind betrayed,
Soul enslaved and dreams decayed.
Be relentless, brave, and wise,
Fly above the darkened skies.
Death in flight — your soul’s release,
Earthly sins dissolve in peace.
Endure not evil’s crime,
Fear no foe, transcend all time.
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Outward?
"An ancient man once said:
"Only a fool performs work aimed outward".
— Linji, ninth century.
Go only INWARD —
The herd is mad,
Cast off terror,
Madness' bad.
There’s the Pure Spirit,
Mind without lies.
Don’t be deaf
Among dumb sheep’s cries.
Don’t be blind —
Within you’ll find
The Light that’s true.
This world’s a pit —
A bottomless pit of lies.
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Nothing Left to Pay
"If you want to know, you must give up something.
If you want to know it all, you must give up everything."
— George Gurdjieff
You must pay with life —
To grasp the madness’ core.
But life is gone! So how to pay?
Is life this plague, or more?
Pseudo-life in evil’s grip —
Go INWARD, seek the truth.
Don’t care for the beaten donkey
That suffers close, uncouth.
There’s no end here, only hell —
This world’s lost its mind for sure.
They **** the messenger alone —
No one hears, silent and poor.
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Run When You Feel Like It
Who wakes the earliest, gets the fridge,
No other handouts — no need to bridge.
Sleep as you wish, then take your way,
Run when it suits you — not at break of day.
That morning running craze is lies,
A pile of nonsense, thin disguise.
Don’t buy the myth that dawn’s the call —
Run on your time, or not at all.
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False Religions
Pure nonsense, a trap too thick,
To bear the endless, nagging trick.
The hook is fear — death’s anxious bind,
Fear it — a sweetened answer you’ll find.
They’ll sell you “life forevermore,”
Claiming truth, but lies they store.
Other creeds all cheat and lie,
While you just swallow their soft lie.
Such foolishness’s hard to bear
If you’re sensitive, aware.
Only Light can quell that dread,
Death’s scarecrow stalks the beastly dead.
Moment by moment, here you die,
And rebirth strikes in the same sigh.
Look straight ahead — dissolve and see,
In Death, pure springs of clarity.
Snow will melt, if you can keep
Your soul intact when Hell runs deep.
Into the world of Will and Mind,
And Honor’s path, you just might find.
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Bio-Waste
Slave bio-waste—how thick it grows!
And all the filth the darkness sows.
So many fools and traitors here,
**** ruling with a grip severe.
The world’s a hell incarnate,
Where Lyre dies, and minds grow late.
Honor crushed beneath the spite—
Cursed chaos rules the night.
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The Power of Today’s Media
“Give! Give!! Give!!!” — the sheep all cry,
“Here, here, here!” — the fascists lie.
But that **** Führer fools again,
Like earlier, the Reds’ cruel reign.
The one true truth here is to die,
The rest’s distraction, empty lies.
Had Goebbels seen this stench today,
He’d freeze in shock, just fade away.
The power of today’s media,
Beyond all bounds — no room for doubt.
Few stay clean, most turn to ****—
The bottom’s reached; decay’s about.
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Vinegar and Doom
Vinegar tastes sweet for free,
While lies chain slaves in misery.
They bind the sellouts tight and fast,
Their faces sickening to last.
Like drinking vinegar’s harsh bite,
An essence sour, sharp as night.
Scream, groan, twist — lies turn you beast,
A prison zoo, a cursed feast.
They’ll build a pen, a zoo, a cage,
Where lies run wild and feed the rage.
So is this doom for one and all?
When falsehoods rise, we all must fall.
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Beasts Run Wild...
Fools and drones —
Bonds all bent,
Rusty chains, a dark descent.
What’s unfolding, few can see,
Not the weak, but those who’re free.
True weaklings — very few,
The venom of vile lies grew,
Killing slowly mind and soul,
That immortal, shining whole.
Save the Spirit — all else’s fake,
Beasts rage on, their lies they rake,
Dulling brains with brazen lies,
Killing conscience, honor dies.