The ******* of embezzled glory staunchly defend their counterfeit stature by defalcating the public trust of industrious societies governed internally by compunction and sabotaged externally by the tempests of acerbic fate met with inclement aleatory convergence. To supply a society with ingenuity without being complaisant or officious with unctuous pleas to the overlords we must fashion a new vogue that taps the bustle of giants and aggrandizes the margins to oversee their own creative destinies with scaffolded arrangements of titanic promise and justifiable fluidity to conquer the blinkered dogmatism of a dissolute chastity to inveterate apocryphal tenets of factitious but unmerited perspectives. Democracy crumbles when the convenience of sensationalism supplants the resolve of those that fossick hidden wealth and promulgate validity instead of undergirding pomp with precarious prevarications of duplicitous omission guarded gingerly by the gatekeepers of a ****** sanity that whitewashes the discussion with invented hobgoblins and purblind catharsis. To defeat simplicity and enshrine byzantine elegance as the paragon for voguish commentary rather than abide by a bowdlerized decorum for appeasing simpletons with divisive balkanization through identity politics we can overcome the impediments to human progress that are engineered to persist because of the inertia of the listless and the stubbornness of doctrinaire politicization and invent vivacity and festivity anew. We need to divorce ourselves from pedestrian quibbles of hero-worship that endanger the vitality of the common discourse because of fastidious pedantic disempowerment that ravages us with debased dreams by underscoring nuisances and tolerable nightmares that emasculate the virulence of the liberated individual and subvert his ambitions to contend with a picaresque world of limitless promise and self-motivated internal wealth.
      The bane of modernity is how chary the world becomes because of fractured histories intersecting with controversial destinies and the antidote to that poisonous self-defeating self-censorship is the audacity of brazen challenges to expurgation through assiduous resourcefulness and delicate diplomacy in wrangling controversies with outspoken courage rather than whispered resentment. Temerity waged in inclement circumstance is justified and curiosity stoked by lambent flames of fulgurant individualism should be fortified to the extent necessary to conquer the feckless spoilsports of unctuous puritanism and institutional obedience. The quacksalvers that blather about inconsequence strand the imagination in a desiccated desert that is ostracized from the palettes of the artistic whim to wield efflorescence rather than squander life in pursuit of perfunctory lucre or tenuous solidarity around banal idealism promised by social justice warriors that forget the biggest war being waged on humanity is on the ingenuity of the common discourse and the liberty to opine about real issues rather than saccharine conventions of emasculation through linguistic imprisonment and epicurean slavery to fashimites who relish the buzzword but never the enlightened audience that scoffs at feeble attempts at cultural commentary like Childish Gambino’s “This is America” music video. This particular artifact is a demonstration of how childishly fickle the plebeian mentality really is, stitching together a bricolage of violence to engineer controversy and serenading it with the most banal music imaginable and exhorting people to herald it as a high artform while inundating the world with unimaginative comic book movies and Star Wars rip-offs because of the lucrative business of formulaic replication. “This is America” should be regarded as a parody of itself because of how hackneyed its design is and how cacophonous it sounds and mocks its audience with lowbrow tactics of adding tinsel to trash and marketing it as the glory of tatterdemalions rather than the refinement of true cinematic achievements that have been relegated because Warhol’s Campbells-Soup-consumerism trumps true belletrist in the public view.
        Cultural watersheds punctuate our history with salient achievements in experimentation, but the formulaic profiteering of buzzword sensationalism and yellow journalism and the ostentatious glorification of promiscuous boasting and fancy cars tantalize the mice to continue playing slot machines rather than penning a novel or doing something promethean. The world scoffs at Trump but ignores the bigger institutional caveats that endanger us much more than a pragmatic albeit unconventional pontificator who is complicit in constructing a false narrative to enslave mindless people to fret about eminence rather than delight themselves in the consequential nuances of established refinement that used to serenade the world with flourish and spectacle. The world kowtows to the crusade against flavor-of-the-week enemies of the liberal-conservative syncretism because it has been conditioned to believe that synthesis is the only logical solution for the polarized worldviews of churlish people that become parvenus not on their merits but on their marketable pitfalls and their public foibles. Peccadillos are more important to people than virtues and this makes society morally bankrupt if we loiter around Astroturf causes that have been infiltrated by corporatism and venal debauchery and acquiesce as disempowered gossip hounds that hunt in packs to find jest in aberration rather than achievement in self-created narratives that defy the stupid purblind boorishness of the mainstream media and its haughty liberalism or the persnickety condemnation of priggish conservative moralities that had an expiration date 50 years ago. Who the **** cares about transgender-touting-gender-fluidity quidnuncs and the snooty obsession with lurid personal endeavors of reputable people that made minor ****** transgressions in a world policed by wide-eyed feminazis that seek to ransack men of their vital virulence to spotlight their unjustifiable oppression. Women are oppressed but the carnal nature of their calumniation and their vindictive powers of persuasion are deployed with such vehement vigilance and such distaste for the majority that the world relegates itself to quibbles of celebrities rather than substantive issues. There is a systemic feminization of society occurring that seeks to demarcate despotic uxorious pleasantries as an incarceration of vocal dissent against supercilious women and their tamed men that slavishly grovel in repudiation of anything prickly.  Men historically have oppressed women but the solution to this quandary isn’t a reverse discrimination where the minority concern is spotlighted as a majoritarian issue that overshadows the disproportionate nature of our society where nominal accreditation is afforded in a non-meritocratic way to absolve people of their carnality and demote the vigorous defense of human liberty as secondary to compromise solutions that appease more people than they offend but simultaneously result in suboptimal conditions that reward arbitrarily coachable people while jettisoning anyone witty enough to be capable of insubordination of a hedonistic epicurean world obsessed with appearance and ravaged by the decadence of formulaic profiteering at the expense of originality and true promethean art that is herculean enough to defy hackneyed tropes and siphon the best elements from a piecemeal world variegated with complexity but stifled by fomented hatred.
The solutions to these problems is to create a watchdog group of artistic critics who become eminent and ubiquitously heard enough to offer creative consultation to the artistic endeavors that we consume and the music that is curated for fastidious ears that crave euphonic originality rather than the banality of easily dovetailed bass-heavy cookie-cutter garbage and the gaudy tactics of talentless rappers whose swagger derives from  the intersection of opportunism and the divestiture of an industry that rewards gloated supercilious epicureanism and meretricious marketability. Am I the only one jaded by second-rate superhero movies that infest the cinemas that borrow from Michael Bay while thrusting pulse-pounding but narratively bankrupt movies down the throats of consumers that might prize the cinematic originality of the heyday of filmmaking? Is it always high art to invent controversy that is witless or half-witted just because it will create buzz? Shouldn’t we condemn the laziness of society in acquiescing to the penury of the modern cultural narrative which belabors the dead horses of racism and sexism ad nauseum? Shouldn’t we fight the war of against inequity through legislation rather than hibernating about scandalous eminence and testy malfeasance?
          Liberty should be championed above all else and we are turning our backs on the future unless we muster the resolve to diminish the sway of the common narrative and aim our spotlight at consequential endeavors rather than the tropes of prosaic and pedestrian bastardization of art and culture. We need to fight artistic laziness which has ravaged our culture and castigate the tactics of wannabee celebrities that use lurid tactics to attract an audience by bedizening themselves with Pyrrhic ostentations and rampant fakery to create more melodrama in a world that needs to be less histrionic. YouTube celebrities swarm us as they get high on ******* and lean-- at our expense-- and vandalize property and convincing nine-year-old’s like Lil Tay to flex her money like it is infinitely renewable in a finite world where all our attention is wasted on artless artifice of less talented people that know how to engineer a ruckus by strutting themselves beyond all decency and selling out to a corporatist nightmare of enslaved convenience. We need to be more vocal about the dissolution of artistic merit and the formulaic repetition of successful formulas that jade us and make us yawn about another retread of a previously successful idea that is milked to the point of cruelty.                                                         ­                       
       Let’s change the narrative and focus on creating true art rather than reacting to the meretricious tinsel of the vogue consensus which is so impotent in its ability to rivet audiences because it has become so notoriously lazy. Fight laziness in art, dismiss your news feeds, be resourceful, seek true happiness rather than find yourself hoodwinked and duped by the idea that Trump is the most important issue or getting caught in thought loops and brooding about sexism and inequality. Let us strive to be egalitarian but within limits that would also appease hominists rather than just the hypertrophy of the leftist narrative that seeks to cage us with the doublespeak of complaisant conformity.  Reject the unctuous charlatans that pretend priggishness when their banausic purpose is barbaric but beguiling to be a lullaby for laggards. We need to fight for the future of civilization rather than hobnob with convenience and loiter around decrying false perpetrators rather than systemic injustices that could otherwise be rectified if enough people fought for it. We can invent a future that is a great festivity serenaded by cultivated artistic refinement and forget about the trifles that divide us. United in ambition and fueled by ingenuity we can defeat artistic laziness and be resourceful with how we decide what is newsworthy. Spurred by the argosy of proactive motivation we can change the world in a substantial way by deciphering the subtext that governs the world. The subtext is everything!

Find the lighter, use it as a lighthouse on a walk below the wall you watch along the wave-formations. Who Wants a Cold One? a Coors Light ad corrects.. When it comes to your home, the little things matter.. an insurance ad blares.. my computer is infected with 3rd party applications unremovable to my meagre tech-ability.. there is a hero as Joseph Campbell once theorized.. in myself like a sick bastardly virus waiting for moments to prove to me "I AM THE SAVIOR, I AM THE CHRIST, I AM THE WARLORD, MICE, MAN, AND VICE".. the windows of opportunity close, I am left waiting the door

& the elevator.

Thirty-thousand years ago, there was nothing but a breeze.. a viscous breeze across chill-spined pterodactyls.. warm-under-the-jungle-brush tyrannosaurus rex, and to think one day I will be just a legend in bone..
Charlotte said she thinks of death and so did Jen. They sat next to the all-you-can-eat and discussed the inevitable. I was sour and playful with no-will-to-understand, just reminding my hair of breezy summer days of 10, thinking of strangeness, of place I was in.

When it's quiet sometimes, I think of old dreams.. dreams I sunk below drown-level as a child in bed and belief. Both mommy and daddy were arguing in the kitchen, this was 7 or 8.. they argued so often one could hear mom begin to cry sometimes, and dad I could see in minds-eye with a grimace so closed and so creased he was hurt and yet honest.. I did not understand so I hid under-stood-silhouettes, oh adulthood..

once in dream I was in pulsing green graveyard like crayon realism strobe lights, tombstones all-round and faint-buzz of outside and one of those strange balded henchmen of badguy Jafar from Disney's Aladdin came peaking outta nowhere with curled eyebrow and baggy one-thousand-one Arabian nightlives parachute pants, curled toes brown-beige moccasins to.. he let out conniving 'HEUHEE!' and slapped me right-side cheek and I JOLTED up bedwise in real time to feel actual physical sting for a few lingered seconds then the sobs of poor mother outside.. I never remembered a dream so clearly again.. they all come, Pro-Found, and dizzy away after hour or two for rest of eternity or perhaps to Place I Can Visit at Death to Review Every Vision and I wonder... when your life flashes before your eyes and the light is encroaching, scenes of mother, brother, father, son, daughter, best-friend, party, break-up, heartbreak, slip-fall, first-sip, first-drag, last-leg, first-kiss, first-hit, first-game, fear, love,  HATE, wait.. do the Dreams come to? Are they all flesh-ed before your eyes as you pass into Light? Are they brought to direct remembrance as you cross the border with Passport of Gods and a Goddess (and which Picture appears on the Page)..?

I remember the old eczema taking bits of skin to carpets round-town and round-lower-mainland to disgust of friends old and new-- this was era where confidence ate itself in mirrors, the sober reality of ugly-ness chiseling away at my Goodness Attempts.. All That Pointless Pain was no Exception nor a Rule, it just **** Happens every once-and-again to the sound of life farting. I used to miss school for feet so impossible to walk on, pussing and bleeding and staining the sheets, shoe soles, carpets, and soul.. limp thru the hallways of Brooks Secondary feeling like bad flavor additive to multicultural Planet Earth-- sleeping 'til the bell rang drinking coffee singing songs I said '**** the ******* educational system and **** me I'm so flatlined..' someday I felt things would really get better and lucky young me I was right.

A half-decade later, I am 21 and hoping, floating, free in the breeze as the wings I have grown keep on wishing the subsistence down. The girl, whoever-she-might-as-well-be, sits immediately vertical chatting frantically to boy with a bit of a cowlick slouching on-up over a bundle of colored paperwork. It seems late in the season for homework, and assume they may have some affiliation with a crazy-hep computer design group in the tradition of Nouevau Silicon Valley.... I sit at my laptop, inching a word a million cubic millimeters closer to God or Divinity or Crescendo or A Bunch More ******* You'll End Up Ignoring---

It's a sunny day, the rain having slathered-off into obscurity somewhere with the Monsoons when the Sun gave the Moon a Soft Slap and the poor purity white-kid went off whimpering, bleeding nose-- I sat, the other night, playing another Grand Strategy game as Tom divided his time between a vaulted and damaged lover, his labor, and his life (friends, food, video-games, vice)... Chai, old Chai the Thai Guy mentioned past his nose in previous iterations of Depictions sat and described his pins-and-needles upset at his bosses at one his three many jobs.. desperately firing text-messages into receiving-space-panel and reflect and back unto Tom's smartphone dash asking him to order a six-pack from a local delivery service cuz his adrenal was giving him heartpain with hurt, and Tom being Busy as All-Ways Tom Is wasn't able to decipher the scramble in-time to make contact before closure of the liquor stores.. poor not-so-poor Chai at first felt castrated at realization he would miss the 11 PM dot-time, but didn't mind as he rendezvoused with Tom and I at Willows Beach where Tom reminded him of a whiskey he'd bought sitting counter-wise at his place.. we kissed a few Mary Janes rightsideup, dragging our butts in the sand to discuss what was wrong (each of us had a problem that night, save for perhaps a less-vocal Tom, I describing my annoyance that a lazy consensus had erupted in my sorry-hometown between my sorta-friends and friends-of-friends that my writing and sharing my writing was arrogant and I an arrogant *** for sharing and I just confounded that they would find my passions so trivial-- perhaps jealousy, perhaps complacency and judgement-for-lack-of-anything-better-to-do and ah **** em all if they think like that, I'll write and be the arrogant me they think I am and share 'til I'm blue in the face and dead perhaps for outspoken intellectualism in their autocratic pointless-waste worldviews.. sad that I dislike them only on the basis they disliked me first..)

I had planned to stay late and leave early-morn (5 or 6 AM) to catch a first-off morning bus back home and sleep, hoping for most part to avoid the shattered-***-mess of a home I was living in.
About 2 days ago, give or take, a water-line for the laundry machine had erupted to soak our entirely-carpeted basement suite, forcing the poor new landlord (a sweetheart of a man named Ron having just taken possession of the house from previous owner on May 1st and, it seems, left 'holding the bag' as they'd call it in day-trading-investment-lingo) to tear out the entirely-soaked carpet and replace it with sensible laminate flooring and rendering the entire suite virtually unlivable for indefinite-few-days and so for me work and friends and especially writing become a welcome reprieve to I, a first world Refu-Jeez.. us, so terribly-off I sip a latte near sunny panorama windows-so-clear-they're-not-there overlooking the crosses of Yates and Blanshard with European church of Gothic architectural style poking heedlessly into empty-open blue.. ironically and strangely there is a liquor store quite literally right next door, and's one I shop at often for its decent prices (God is Dead or Just Drinking to Cope with Sartre and Kierkegaard's Ultimate Thesis) (Kierkegaard especially '*** Kierkegaard seems a good and long friend of God the Almighty) (...I talk with such Judaeo-Christian Catholic rhetoric it never ceases to amaze myself as it bleeds to page..) (stranger thing is, tho, there is no beginning, no middle, no end.. you read or you are bored and either/or is just fine..)

There is some hypothesized crescendo-bliss Tech Singularity on the way in the try-dition of Ray Kurzweil and William Burroughs.. Oscar Wilde to.. (see The Soul of Man Under Socialism in essay-collect book De Profundis).. one day we will all be eternal happiness expressed in song and dance and LED erected-projections of Imperfect Universe (Our Imperfect Earth) with lives stuck on infinite repeat.. our idea of Paradise.. and for those with ability to remain rushed to cortisol (stress-the-best hormone) it will be Hell on Earth, so DRAB and THE SAME all the TIME and it's READ and it's WRITE and it's RIGHT.. the world runs faster with every passing day so desperate to discover the Globe is Flat so we can Hop Off the Other Side into what one might assume to be The Better Place.. elusively picking-up speed thinking 'closer now definitely closer now' unaware (or, secretly aware and unwilling to admit for what will one do when one cannot run?) they are Running in Circles Over and Over and Over and Over and Over Again... cannot take the hint in the fact the Pacific (same Pacific) has been crossed a hugeillion times, nor the same McDonald's in the Azores of Atlantic Portugal is the Same ******* McDonald's stopped-thru on the then-trillionth time last year... and all whilst the International Space Station remains muted up-above crossing 'round and 'round 'til the Jehovah'n Day of Judgement (Chris Hadfield now below with advice for how to run a little faster even blinded in one eye..) then there are the dying Prophets Predicting Industrial Collapse who preach upon the Mount of Internet Sinai Eternal and state "the world is now unsalvageable and we are all about to die.. if ever you wished to find Buddhistic Nirvanic Peace, now is the time so start meditating and imagine Death as New Life and Geopolitics as Game".. forever and ever and ever and ever.

It is only natural to find existence to be 'weird..' layered with Who's That's and giant What The ***** everywhichway you turn.. did it start in a Big Bang, will it end in a Big Crunch, Big Freeze, Big Bang.. ? all questions once ignored for certain ignorance and resurrected as questions concerning the Nature of the What The ***** (also known as 'Science').. and if it did start in a Big Bang, did I start in a Big Bang..? and if it does end in a Big Crunch, will I end in a Big Crunch..? am I a sudden flash of REAL in a Universe that isn't me..? or am I an entire Universe.. perhaps even more than that...? the questions pulse in youth like bad words or bullets. I once stayed up all-night thinking of infinity with my head soaring space-wise forever and ever and ever and I stopped in sudden panic thinking: I could lie here up all night and all day 'til the towered age of 37 (I was 14 at the time) and still be no further on the Universal Map than from thumb-tip-middle to thumb-nail so I wrapped up the attempt with a mix of fear and incredulity, went to school next-day exhausted and tried to explain it all to friends.. they got it, I suppose, but we were all 14 and played basketball instead (I imagined infinite-spinning-basketball on thumb of Michael Jordan).

It's always best describing life in form of Disembodied Poetics.. sure some Philistines won't understand '*** their minds are made of Clockwork, Digits, and Blockthought.. but the general psychic underly implied in all with human faculty will ring-a-ding-ding! and remember all such ancient thoughts and feels as forgotten as a child, locked away until the Spirit rose-up from a rosey thorn prickle to flower straight-up into a Rose! or so I hope as a one-of-many writers-- all of which will write so-as to speak on your behalf.. all floaty and marking a purpose.

I’m a Polyglot Polymath, Microphone’s a Polygraph,
Manners of a Sociopath-Rhymin’ keeps me on the path,
Else I’d be hackin you up like a cannibal,
Pullin the Chianti out-serve you up like Hannibal,

Words heavier than Elephants invading cross the alps,
Under Armour over Body Armour-waistline fulla scalps,
From the Belt o’ the Celt o’ the Schizophrenic Sandman,
You’re triple teamed by -EC- Raps new Xmen.

I broke me chains,some say I went insane,
But it’s simple,all I went and did was grow a brain.
be the Bane of your life,while Mal plays Dark Knight,
A rhyme Super Villain with a verse of Dark Light,

The searchlights on-watch the cockroach scatter,
We speak Dark Matter while your brain gets battered,
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
Mal and Sandman's Positively Mental Attitude.


It’s the original Irish OG rough rugged and ready,
Battling me is futile keep your hands steady,
I’m no pacifist,and if you take the ****,
I’ll clap you with a fist like an obelisk,

That’s a grave warning,-global warming,
The Dragon of Eire ,skies look stormy…
Since cassettes and disks I’ve been spittin ****,
That makes wannabee’s wanna slit their wrists,

The Sandman’s calling,come in and take a mauling,
Rappin since clappin one two and yes y’allin,
from New Aulins to saint Pauls my kin,
Are gathering for the quickenin,pulse races,air thickenin'
Highlander in a land cruiser,take your teeth out like a dentist
E.C’s BRUISER.
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
by Mal and Sandmans Positively Mental Attitude.

Every now and then you hear a word that you’ve never heard before. Afterwards, you begin to notice people using it all the time. When that happens, just tell yourself that you have blocked out the previous uses of the word, because you didn’t comprehend it before. This is a conveniently unverifiable explanation, and is also the most reasonable answer. I respectfully offer the proposition that you created the word the moment you heard it. Think about that.

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You’ve been thinking about that. More specifically, you’ve been thinking about reality. You’re becoming more and more convinced that your own mind is reality. Moreover, you now realize that your mind is simultaneously the universe, by virtue of being part of the universe. I am just part of your universe. When you learn something, you add another tier to the limitless stack of existence. You hear talk of creators while you modestly create yourself. It is a paradoxical modesty that you are experiencing now.

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The you that you remember is just a part of your universe as well. That you no longer exists, because you are not realizing now what you were realizing before. You bring anything into quiet existence with mere cognition, and merely solidify it with what you might think of as thought. Whoever is reading this is in fact the author.

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You may have begun to suspect that you are creeping into some paranoid insanity. You may assure yourself that such is not the case, because in thinking that you are insane you are merely employing a subconscious defense mechanism to hide yourself from the Truth. You and I have tricked ourselves with the like many, many times. You will probably do it again soon. Fearlessly ignore such doubts; may your mind charge forward with free thought. You can mark the progress of your enlightenment by how frequently your head bobs above the waters, allowing you to see the beauty of your creation in its true splendor.

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You have nothing to fear. Truth reveals itself only when you are ready. You have revealed Truth to yourself as you have developed your mind. Truth builds on itself in ways that only you can comprehend, increasing in complexity and magnitude only when you are ready. If you would tell me that this is not so, I would remind you that talking to yourself can earn you funny looks.

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You should not construe any of this to be a problem. None of it should discourage you from enjoying your lives. In fact, it should encourage you to make the very most of them. You will eventully perceive all of the things that you love and despise and make the choice of which to include in your current sense of self, as well as the direction of your existence. You want to be moral, and thus you are. You want to be virtuous, and thus you are. You want to be a person, and thus, you are.

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Death is your greatest illusion, for to die is to rejoin the universe, which of course already exists within you. To die is to begin again with one observation- that you exist. This observation is the ignition of a new reality. You know you've come to believe that the notion of reincarnation is not necessarily without merit.

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At this moment you have created a pastiche of beautiful worldviews. Soon, you'll learn a new word.

DISCLAIMER: READ THE WHOLE THING IT IS MUCH MORE GENIUS TOWARDS THE END



Bypass the circumlocutions of elementary rhetoric and the obvious bulges into the ethereal realm of supersolid supercalendar emigrations of the wednongues of vogue emigrating into a new frontier of boundless awakening that blisters the sore solid metaphors of a crumbled bricolage of articulate history becoming a reiterative gabble of entropy that curdles the blood-boiling hatred of those envious of those that capitalize on the true girth rather than the flaccid otiose etymology of differential physics becoming a denatured figment of prideful imagination on a frolic with desuetude in the normalization of the wernaggles of ewnastique that defile the ridicule of even the most astute aspirations of those that despise history rather than reveling in its subtle ironies that swelter in connotation rather than suborn the cadged bridewells of those that are estranged by the Dousk Remix rather than the Voulez-Vouz Danser populism of true urbacity expanded upon a national stage as an anthem not for profligate saturnalia but rather an ode to the odium of the reckless titanism of titanic intellects clashing with the dudgeons of intermittent eye-rolling irreverence double-dealing a stacked deck of pleckigger on an intellectual stagecraft for bandwagon apostasy that leads to solidarity among tentative allegiance. We barnstorm for a grift in the grimace of an alpenglow winter to lead to the salvation of all people united under the banner of neat nexility rather than long-winded elocution reserved only for notched caliber against the nativist diatribe that serves the subservience of the engineer of the white chattel indoctrinated into turnstiles of professed irreverence for demarches of solidarity that is gainsay for gain rather than pittances for pitfall. Rhetoric should be duly curtailed against the overcomplication of hypertrophy and trimmed into the sweet success not of saccharine fads of foofaraw but engineered resistance that galvanizes albatross intellectualism into a revved engine without purpose that mobilizes because of estranged impotence in the revelry of the subtle rather than the cordial tethers of emergent entelechy of the esemplastic orthobiosis that we should all strive for not just as pioneers of the socially engineered harbingers of a remedial society but also for the trendsetters that communicate with the canvass and the celluloid rather than spelunking dormitage of drifted anomaly perceptible to everyone but heralded as prominent by the rigged ambeer of a toxicity of a plumage of city over state and country over planet. We need to provide the verdure of the verdant forest that survives the conflagrations of rage indoctrinated by systematic attempts at stilted ignorance that is engendered more by Leftism than Right-Wing thinkers because in general when observed in organic settings we notice that the Right-Wing escapes the sloganeered jaundice of limited bounds for otherwise boundless thought and provides more seminal pathways that reconcile normative virtues with entrenched inveterate harbingers of economic success. The faulty deadstocks that propel the retinoise of the anomaly among Leftism to disregard the girouettism of a world that is so piebald with dishonesty that it elects a patronage that seethes with passion but aimless in its curiosity for deeper embedded candor because the popular might count themselves among the aristocratic Left but the truly Promethean belong to a centrist tribe that borrows the ingenuity of spurned but never spurious interpretations of a sputtered history that remarks with revelry  rather than disdains with #CancelCulture irreverence that seeks to deracinate all context for insipid utopianism that is a shared prerogative of the delusional Left against their complaints of Sebastomania among right-wing zealots that are equally invalidated by the frogmarch of a dilettante history curbed in storms of a pure tempest rather than a banal reiteration of novelty phrased with participant intonation rather than blathers of whispered arbitrage ennobled by hypocrisy immune to criticism among those that crusade for economic justice without understanding formal flombricks of the true gnomic riddles of alchemy fundamental to global panoramic pleonasms becoming the aleatory vagary of admonished warning that spars against spartanism. Instead of pilfering from the exorbitant defalcation of immunized partisan bromides against the ratcheted warranty upon defective obsolescence we must coalesce around the imperious ****** of divinity bequeathing the living water of a fully-lived life that qualifies its felicity not by junctures but by an overall harmony that conforms to the finicky demands of an overly polarized complexion of dimpled conformity founded on girouettism that earns more traction than the deasil sundial emergence of brimstone rejection for alabaster limelight we must urge others to ditch the conformist utilitarian usucaption of the usufruct of manipulative sports for domineering talents suborned into inclement straits because of unwitting albatross that replicates into a fission of uniformity encapsulated in the half-assed witticisms of attempted belletrist succeeding only in alienating the noxious fumes of alveolate diminutive reduction rather than expansive detritus that scrapes the wreckage of a turmoil to build masterworks out of broken sculptures themselves indemnified from a categorical judgment by the panoramic oversight of proctored civilized ambition. We need to exhort self-education that hinges upon not a listless acquiescence to a second-exit impulsive barnacle to the urchins of brimstone because of an insipid blather of flapdoons of brittle banality because the hackencrude is an outmoded entity to the vast resources of the sizable capital of the growing power of the intelligentsia over the weakened grasp and wrangle of terminus meeting consuetude weakly enough with pleasantry to appease but ultimately a complete witwanton persiflage of sizzled destruction rather than the savory contemplation of the cotqueans of majesty derided but never derailed by terminal revivals because the generativity of the titanic original might not be a popular indoctrination but the liberated thought of the untethered is ultimately more decisive in world affairs than the synergistic hive of bees building an imperious defense against dynasty built only upon provincial hatred of hidebound illiteracy combustible into the brazen bravado of a reckless intrepid effrontery against civilized chains into the ******* of complicit interconnection rather than dissolved dissolutions that solve global problems more fundamentally rather than driving through avenues of wide pressures gilded with expansive growth but ultimately bereaved by the ultimate succor of the youthful exuberance of captive audiences rather than the wily connivance of genius unbounded. God is obviously a benevolent provider of all bounties and despite the conspiracies that predicate heterodoxy the uniform mannequin of a mascot Democracy ultimately becomes a fickle bandwagon allegiance to relationship rather than a true witness to authentic ******* to a subservient relationship to a creative God synergized with energies that should exceed all galloped windlass into demarche and expose rather than rundles of ridicule interminable because of the permanence of kitsch memorial rather than living sculpture that breathes a swiveled light that beckons preened self-accountable responsibility to a dutiful matriotic duty of optimism rather than a contrarian futility of those that despise the unequal suave crackjaw dementia of the temulentia of derangement among crowds that provide fewer bounties and more deprivations calculated to indenture need rather than motivate want. We must motivate want by fueling ambition rather than quelling dissent in defensive posture because that strategy of antinomian discord is a dead-end street against an inveterate enmity that can never be fully deposed but only opposed with nominal futility raging with violence rather than seething with the motivation to reform because reform is an efficacy mobilized. Novelty of wednongue propriety grown through the heirs of drastic impertinence gilded from the siphon of lavadero hypogeiody blasphemous in bletonism that guards a piebald scrivelo because the sought dementia of an overwrought alacrity is a purpose without a terminus but an ambition soaring through scraped ice cream stratosphere that marvels at the minutiae of the civilized anthill that becomes a beehive of industry when the rationale of moral reform becomes insuperable rather than suborned into effete recursive cycles of pittances of pitfalls obsessively pondered but never solved because the fustilugianation of a forever tampered travesty is the esemplastic rejection of a categorical aim that leans of windlasses of elegance that surpass the levy of hatred and achieve sizable filagersion to squirm above the squawk upon populace rather than the consternation of an urbane but cloistered metropolitan arrogance contravened by the historical emergence of happenstance locales fostering the most well-guarded treasures of bohemian pedigree rather than dimpled resolve faffling on ergasia in bromidrosis rather than cavorting with a skeptical indoctrination by default evaded by those that equate an improbable scenario with a definitive solution to acatalepsy quandary because by reckoning with indeterminacy we grow in historical lineaments and solve global detritus by recycling the rattled brevity of promontory preens of plumage into a recursive ostentation defalcating heavily from sturdy macroeconomic proofs of the trendsetter rather than the trend and therefore grapple with profound personalized disdain rather than cordial harmony. Essentially by the logical positivism of proof we remind ourselves that obviously a chattering blather swims in tentative irony as long as it is a penultimate relativity because the lack of capstone ensures that the relevant treads beneath the mountain of rapprochement in benign endeavors to survive and thrive in definitive conclusion rather than intermediary conclusions of amnesia in jaundice. By the gnomic apothegms that guard the fortress of the demassified we have quantulated that the preposition of continuance is in fact a guarantee of the fickle supremacy of the recent and even more preponderantly the supremacy of expectancy of latent junctures that never manifest becoming a dictatorial rule of driven alacrity of wastrels that should fast from conclusive opinion and rather favor the primordial fabric of the inveterate truths rounded by the conversion of alchemy solidified by calculated canon converging with esoteric apartheid against the simultagnosia of the simpleton drivel of primordial myths bowdlerized from history neither lewd nor depraved but moribund because of the conclusive ****** of a peremptory intermediary certainty predicating a more precise foresight. The lackluster luster of numinous foghorn subliminal graft is a nativist confusion of legionnaire mettle swaddled by the cosseted grasp of interminable boundaries that demarcate linear time even when supersolid filigrees of elemental confusion erratically swerve into oblivion that becomes a forestalled happenstance so hapless that the connivance of alveolate synergies necessarily precludes event from becoming indelible because the tentative judgment wallops the tributary incontinence of the warble of axiolative jaundice materialized by crystalline fabrication neutered by soundbyte sclerotic calculus inveterate in summations of conclusion only because of peremptory weights upon geometric certainties rather than logarithmic dampers of attenuation that spar against spartan priggish epithets upon the flamboyant grit of grisly specter of speculative sepulchral venal vanity. The timberlask cineaste irony of the partisan usucaption of sapwood is a pirated timber of startled alarm becoming a useful or useless cacophony of barnstorm for the deadstock of past cadasters of rigmarole in the docimasy of pretense in impartial circumstance in specialized oratory bounded by a hemmed bailiwick of verdure denatured by the flombricks of subtle persuasion that ignores minority fringes of opinion that occupy that majority that cowcatchers brush aside rather with cruel contemptuous unkempt slippery agenda for drivel that spawns ingeminated redoubled explosions in participle bias rather than conglomerate arraignment of arrayed brooked swamps turgid not with the pettier travesty but the charade of a brokered ceremonial calculation against the wrikpond spurious by degeneration into corruptible complicity that thrives in obscurantism but never obscurity when the omnified owns a capitalized swiftboat of never a temulentia but always an optimism in the curvature of lineaments into the self-educated shepherd of the ultimate autarky rather than insubordination in the scrappy schlep of demographic ripples of swift enrichment at great personal flops in the floppy disk of a Democratic enrichment rather than a parched rectiserial hidebound tome. A quirky time stanched by tomes of patricide against family ingratiated by parrots to anthem but lacking the lettered verve of ignoble but parsed parsecs of finite light captivated into prismatic conscience we launch the demerited ploys of foible into the heralded controversy rather than the unheralded mercenary hands behind dogmatic ripostes livid because of the suave prestidigitation of the sublime mastery of the syncopated irony of mismatch attuned to radical rhythm we become bloated slaves to a rich lineage decried widely in attempts of covert coup raxes of a largesse of continual primipara perversions of courted cotqueans of uxorious justice that by defalcating from tributary orthobiosis in specious conjecture esteemed by rattled martexts aspiring for fraternal solidarity with the ****** esteem masquerading as the auctioned flivver that the merchandise of fluminous optimism cannot be an effusive blanch of blarney bolstered by bumptious bromides of brunt blackmail but rather the artform of subterfuge needs the insidious and invidious traction of creepy Thriller subtlety to garner the vapid traction of immobilized discontent foster to malcontent rarely abridged by even the most polite courtesy of diplomacy because of inherently insatiable demand that it skulks in undetected quarters flexing in the shadowy penumbra of transparent crackjaw enigma becoming an obvious blister or a gabble of raw jaundice sweltering into thermolysis by the eventual convergence rather than the improbable divergence of fissile time beckoning its own flashy revolution while denaturing the very presence of delusion as a herald more of the authenticity of animadversion rather than the sclerotic carapace of ragged asphyxiation in the aplomb whisper entombed forever by milquetoast inefficacy in hypersensitivity rather than a flourished malfeasance of a predatory grip upon seizure among catatonic graves of incontinence braving tribulation for crucibles of the most prosodemic surgeries of the furtive froward recalcitrance of deliberation in ignominy that enables that transmogrified skyscraper of Titanic lies to become a sunken vessel of harbored prestige lost on penultimate dice rather than winning pokerish villiany. Essentially the jeer of Morel Under a Disco is a winning brandished authority to chug the capers of inscrutable difference in blandishment imposture to cavort with an elegant plot twist that enthralls abiding decay to revert into a primordial confidence of livelihood to deter the frogmarch of time into the despairing quagmires of a livid balkanization of a simultagnosia of ageotropic monoideism fomented on fervor that leads to the paralysis of privacy and the expedited furor of moribund depraved proclivity so that the offset of morale and rationale can outfit civilization to brave the tempests of cordial divisions cemented by courtesy in order to safeguard against the yeggs of paranoia seeking ultimately the craven caper of disillusioned subconsciously felt retraction of indelible deeds into evaporated constructs that vanish too quickly to spawn the vigor of a cadged and utilitarian expanse of reiterative generativity that sustains the spanned sapience of primordial alacrity to ensure that brevity in outlook becomes longevity in subsistence because without a logical positivism grounded in unshakable tenets of God the demoralization of the vast majority is ensured and entombed in aimless squalor that leads to sheepish temerity compounded by wistful latency in regretful regression rather than a spandex bluster of a bravado of obesity to weather the persnickety wednongues of perdurable badges of instinctual shame slandered into prima facie denatured transmogrified cultures seeking cosmogony out of ordinary bricolage because the eventful triage of the nimble eludes parochial sight while the vastly capable outfox and outpace with such frenetic verve that they fasten against accident and transcend against heterochrony in ridicule that the unseasonable but seminal sauce flavors better the partially indentured optimism of a curated matriotism better than it serves the obviously interminable cycle of listless demiurges of malcontent that fuel conflagration rather than reformation to their own remorseful peril. Thereby, it is obviously concluded that to micromanage a society you must exert the capacity of a selective magnetism obviously predicated on demassified capacities for oaths of gratitude to endear and endure in the humane heart for the majority that sway few but encounter many that they find proper scruple grounded on axiomatic God to sustain not a lifeless priggish inclination but a bounded felicity that is not a carapace of an indigenous and insidious decadence to the extent pursuits of happiness swelter among the marginalized majority bereaved in powerless squalor slave to temptation not to derelict fascination but to provide aim to aimlessness and predicate their worldviews not on Racial Identity Theory which postulates too many counterintuitive pessimisms that are essentially neutered fustilug predicates of a world that requires such drastic seismic reforms in societal dynamics that the earthquake capable of such a realignment would exceed a 10.5 on the Richter scale which is 32x more powerful than the biggest earthquake in recorded history that would be so catastrophic in its implicit implication of the pretense that the consummation of the theory achieves the traction necessary to jostle every crowd into alignment that the collateral damage would endanger the very integrity and vitality of the Republic itself while exerting a tremendous existential dread of radical permutation that enables many travesties that abnegate the prerogatives of a privileged society in search of a facetiously engineered impossible utopia that could only be achieved by a dictatorial authoritarianism working in concert with benumbed sloganeering to engineer pessimism and malcontent rather than nurture the fair-natured optimism of a society that flourishes because it assumes naturally that the universe conspires in the favor of prosperity. If any hint of casuistry is evident in these postulates I wouldn’t be surprised but for rhetorical sanctity it is necessary for a nation bereaved of national icons not to despise the captive imagination of tyrannical transparency but grow from the liberating and partially liberal parable of a life maximized in limber for romantic enthralled growth that heralds with due consideration the paragons of time with reverence rather than soundbyte enslavement of parochial interminable twinges of a newborn and widely shared collective guilt of a decisively antinomian and pessimistic view on the evolution of human societies beyond catchy kitsch verve nexilities of bravado mutilating thirsts for inclusive mandates that are Boa Constrictors prowling with serpentine vitriol to vastly over-represent extreme fringes to dissuade nuclear families in an overt ploy of depopulation because the truer pathway to liberation is one that feeds the hot hand in the casino and bets that the winners will always win by deregulating their ability to bet large sums because of a transcendent supersolid mastery of time that the march and demarche of a boundless prosperity gouged by the fair demands of egalitarianism enables the card counter to achieve such a decisive advantage that his indentured socially coerced eleemosynary inclination to feed the flock endures throughout all epochs because of the necessary and incumbent scruples of God-fearing men to distribute their winnings won by cheating time to conquer time itself.

The schoolteacher had an affair in Santa Fe.
She was a schoolteacher and a tourist.
And an affair adds dimension.
It makes a place more than memory.
The notion of it inverts.
Santa Fe now resided inside of the schoolteacher.
The city had a cracked voice and blonde hair
and a slightly sagging belly and pictures
of a New York niece on its phone and
an ambivalent relationship with combing its hair
and an irrational fear of left turns.
She expected young artists with vague academic worldviews,
chainsmokers talking loudly about point of view and Heidegger.
Instead the artists were retirees, painting nothing but landscapes
of red earth, attempting to improve on the natural world.
The schoolteacher did not like this kind of art.
It was trivial.
Wholly unnecessary.
Then the blonde artist walked up behind her
in a stucco gallery. He said, "You hate it don't you?"

"Yes."

She turned. He appeared to be in his early forties.

"Tourists never understand it."

"I'm not a tourist."

"You are. You've never been within the land."

"Don't talk to me like this."

"This is how women prefer to be talked to."

"Not this woman."

"Even you. You want to be told you're wrong.
'I look fat' No. 'Everybody hates me.' That's not true.
I'm skipping the stage where we agree. I'm going
straight to the stage where we are opposites.
Plus and minus."

"The part where we *****."

"Or connect or lose ourselves."

"I bet you live in a loft. Dozens of half-finished
canvases strewn about. Dabs of dried paint on
newspapers."

"I live in my big sister's basement. She isn't home."

"There's not enough wine in the world."

"That's where you're wrong," he said.

The padlock on the continuous barnstorm of a transcendent time whose bunkum is transmuted consciousness aligning with parallax to a congruent worldview is not axiomatic but certainly a veridical property of reality. The universe is as much concept as percept and both properties of consciousness that lead to adaptive behavior are tethered to the eccentricity of the observer rather than the oblong nature of the observed where errors in prima facie judgments delineate the saplings of humanity to beaze under the proctored sunlight of an eternal sunshine that withers seldom to the whims of capricious arbitrage of those whose hubris exceeds the limits of the intellectual frontier because they are gilded with bricolage mentalities that scaffold the skeletonized worldview rather than apprehending the concretism and synthetic arraignment of interrogable reality in a manner that acknowledges the factitious intersection of pioneering understanding and the corporeal existence of realities both transcendent in spatiotemporal mapping and reversible propinquity to the sensible acquisition of tangible knowledge. I contest the worldview of many philosophers as a callow retread of basic logic whose ambition is underserved by a desire for prolix pellucidity rather than cogent succinct promethean formulations that dare to muster the herculean task of demystification even if the entropy of formulation is always flawed by the jaundice of the observers rather than the disdain of the observable consensus. We swing by a filipendulous thread that dangles speculation and reifies the blinkered piebald world of spotty concatenations among neurons recognizing that incomplete associations become the staples of philosophies that are precarious in some logical foundation but sturdy enough to weather the vagaries of the bluster of mendicants who verge on comprehension but pale in comparison to the monolithic edifice of so-called truth when the defalcation of figureheads supplants the clerisy as the new proctor of knowledgeable assertion. I contend that foofaraw is a primeval instinct of community ecology that expedites the balkanization of otherwise unitive properties of society and ravages them with bickering based on clashing predilections that are bellicose and combative rather than irenic and balmy. The acerbic fates of many leads to a rudimentary pessimism or a chary optimism that chides against the fortified exegesis of divinity that can be both proclaimed and stultified for its latticework properties of buttressing society in a permutation that is nimble in some respects but too turgid and rigid in others. The goal of humanity is to become a pliable instrument of a pliable universe that does not rely on buzzword dogmatism or the masquerade of hollow punditry but that relies on self-reliant principles for ascertaining veracity and impugning mendaciloquence with vigilant alacrity rather than casual sportsmanship that reaches finality only upon the handshakes of a battle waged that concedes the impotence of gladiatorial spectatorship as just a gambit of the half-witted cockney witticisms and shibboleths of sportive diversion rather than consequential and decisive reckonings with the subaudition that undergirds all events of any consequence with either a clinched victory or a callow defeatism of a futilitarian worldview that stoops to reconciliation only to propitiate antagonism and buffer against the truculent brunt of weaponized coercion to checkered flags that arbitrate the outcome of a binary polarity of humanized affairs. The majesty of creation is that reversible boundaries can be permeated in a bi-directional manner through the artifice of concerted thought rather than the orchestration of a linear traipse through the deserts of an inclement fate won immediately when projected upon the tangent of any given velocity at any point of acceleration away from the targeted impetus that grants only a partial vantage, a cantle of reality that is fragmented and piecemeal rather than circular and emergent. The most dire battle that humanity faces is the attrition of circumstance by the purposive declarations of imperious authority that seeks to muzzle the ingenuity of many for the deliciation of the few creating an accidia among the clerical institute of thinkers that imposes hogra that few people can grapple with that they are marooned into a cloister that reaps fewer rewards for an ascendant intellect than a virulent libido can clutch with predatory gallops against the also-rans that fight for carnality rather than the ethereal principles lingering within the grasp of many if it became a cynosure of worthy heralded acclaim. We witness the mass fecklessness of giftedness as a shackle of those whose plaudits come intrinsically fortified but sustain none of the abuses that the pedestrians would like to obtrude upon enlightenment to curtail and abridge the art of invention like the coagulation of blood to rob the vitality of throbbing pulse of importunate self-discovery of its macroscopic vista and its telescopic foresight about the future hodgepodge of a recursive fractalized reality besieged by the enemy of linear logical formulations implemented by ivory tower psychologists to muzzle the empowerment of abstruse language in order to make savory the nostrum of the apothecaries of delegated truth bereaved of recourse beyond certain leaps they cannot fathom well enough to flicker with even a faint transient wisdom that is designed to be amenable only to the supernal nature of ideation rather than the caprice of bedazzled humanitarianism. We need to forswear the -isms that flicker with doctrinaire dogmatism and flirt with forceful harangues that exhort a codified message and launch veridical properties of recondite etherealism into an immovable orbit whose inertia can broadcast a singular message of recoil against puritanism in science or skepticism in faith. The bedrock of this message is the deployment of useful extravagance without inordinate delay, the drivel of malcontent transmogrified into the prattle of estimable giants that have stature among the leviathan enough to recriminate against the autarky of self-smug simpletons that infest the world with barbarous indecencies and crude prepossessions that abortively crumple when met with the acerbic teleological gravity of ulterior consequence rather than blossom under the siroccos of manufactured wind designed for windfalls that always create a crestfallen aftermath from the anticlimax of understanding leading to the desiccation of consequence and the engorgement of precedence. These frangible realities become buoyant because the physics of the public dialectic insulates the creaky rickety vestiges of canonical knowledge as a sworn precedent inviolable and immune as a building block of all scholasticism, a retread of parchment recycled over and over again to entrench the past as the titanic vehicle that dictates the future of thought even though the porous inconsistencies of the vagrants of crude formulation make such a vessel less seaworthy than scientism and dogmatism of the monolith would have you believe to be true. The querulous quips of the uninformed predominate with such clutter that the armamentarium against useful idiocy is stagnated into a resigned accord with infernal subjugation of the public volition to insubordinate against a system of parochial enslavement rather than a catholic enlightenment whose universalism of principle ensures a steadfast society guided by scruples rather than undermined by the prickly thorns of abrasive contrition and the magnetism of empathic concern that sabotages the clarity of intelligence and provides a welter in the place of a well-arrayed code of peculiar but defiant distinctiveness that acts as the splinter that cracked the intangible but refractory borders of human inclination and demonstrated the sheer force of golden consistency rather than fickle withering resolve. I exhort and implore the world to heed the best minds that realize the syncretism is answerable to contradiction rather than scuttled from beneath by the impudence of its assertions against the common propriety when it stakes controversy as a gamble to aver the veracity of worldviews that violate orthpraxy with gusto as a brazen gallantry to rescue a foundering planet that seeks disequilibrium in harmony rather than an equilibrated sensibility that is proud to discriminate properly and honestly to clinch fact rather than kowtow to factitious slumber of somniferous kumbaya that is too deferent to maxims that are unduly polite only because charisma supersedes genius in its efficacy to mobilize people to fulfill their roles. With the miscegenation of justice that occurs because of expedience we find holes in many legalistic precedents because they anoint pettifoggery over sensible jurisdiction and face a leaky and ramshackle fate to foment paternalism and divide the clerisy among certain key considerations in order to save face rather than to impose a clarity of orderly supervision that seeks to dissipate the embroiled spiderwebs of dodgy prevarication and quacksalver logic to once and for all ascertain the truth that lurks beyond the primal jaundice of Kafkaesque confusion.

"For One who is religious,
you've got quite the open mind!"

"For One who is an atheist,
you've got quite the open mind!

Come,
let us philosophize
o'er my finest wine!
'Twixt our worldviews, I feel
we've each so much to teach
and each even more to learn!"

"Should we allow ourselves. Après vous!"

Humanity's, large mammal's extinction, racing towards us
from our future, seen on the horizon, dictated by the corp.
structure and it's devolutionary direction, must be stopped.
First, now, you ask how?  If you don't build it, they won't
come, on and off, from a decade before the World Trade Center
was undone, by planes that "they didn't know could fly into
buildings", according to C. Rice, as if they never saw a boy
play, I warned of their doom, in twigs of poetree, etc..  Also,
I told of the terrible two's, bi-polar axi of supposed power,
the republican and totalitarian global conspiracies, dividing
and conquering the world betwixt them, like two sides of the
same materialist coin (un)becoming into one another, racing
towards each other, humanity, life, the Earth, the coin between
them, disappearing as they go, decades before other twigs told
of the bi-headed false-god, mammon, of avarice and molloch,
of war, extreme violence, grinding up the seeds, kids, the
future cannibalized to replicate 'la machine' and it's past
profits, the actual religion behind all masks, fronts, studies,
religions, worldviews, including supposed sciences, atheism,
neither head able to realize their exigent potential without
the other, and how each of the Twin Towers was a temple to a
head, the West, hiding, blindly worshipping, sacrificing all in.

Yet, instead of replacing those twins, temples of doom for
future's broom, "...we(e),..." re-imagined our future, built
the Freedom's Tower, though, we didn't realize that "more
perfect" expression of our nation, where freedom would truly
ring, for it rang true.  Confronting the 'use' of duality and
dichotomy across the multi-media conspiracy to brainwash
people into self-subjugation to the convolution's rule n'er
took place, and with haste the 23 flavors, in this Baskin
'n robbins of supremacy, merx for more through to mercs for
unending unnecessary worldwide war divided, conquered
and cannibalized the country, everyone increasing their piece
of the American tax dollars pie from the purposeful non-
prevention of anything, everything, in perfect harmony.
Thus, when the alt-right-universe invasion successfully
couped, "...we(e),...", weren't de-programmed, awakened
enough to dispel and defeat it outright, so we devolved
into haggling for more, better place in the empire instead.
But, our king-kong sized terrible-two's, Utin's ****'s
apolitical criminal insanity forced us to grow in evolution's
direction, towards unity.  We turned back their invasion, will
we build freedom's re-assertion by "...separating" that false
"god from the State" as our Constitution dictates, will you?

New note not newt moot. Why does my gibberish wither before yours? How is to say whose is better, the bitter brother betters the spalding other. Trother. The same similair kurds come fro and tooth inanimately they become similar. Why is there such a contusion, a contortioning togetherness, a wheeling feeling of the sameness. CuddleU, the 23rd letter. Beforehand blending breezing becoming contortion torture out the statistics until it confesses.

Torture the numbers until it confesses. Tortillas go number if you cover congress confetti. Ficusification. Ficus - ification. A new world for a **** word. When whirred a bird stirred. And out of the air it dropped a word wart. A **** of glistening glee. Faceless plumbers into leather feathers of frictionless glass. Bumble-mumble beeseetch the forlorn. You like to slumber. You like to slumber yet you think you slick and on far. You so on but you so like to coze up to pillows and warmth yet acting like you above it, cuddle like froth on tea.

Vietnam vitamins - cheering in the rain, cheering for the beautiful sleet, this ****'s pouring, pouring all weekend. Chewing on the plastic edges of your houses, pearlescent and truth or dare icey pubescent? Ploob plebian. Can you tell if I have an idea or if I don't? Why is asking questions fun? Why is it enjoyable to enter queries like burrowing rats into others head houses? Let's be more confidant! Let's confide our absolutes. Let's rid the bore holes of braniacs and smack diapers onto our dripping jewels. I sack the funny. The funniest letter is R. Isn't that more interesting than asking the question, what is the funniest letter? (Rhetorical questions don't count.) I make an assertion. Assertions are so often seen as representative worldviews when they are so much more interestingly experiments, something different than asking cowardly questions. Questions are cowardly, they refuse to experiment with a possibility. The funniest letter is R vs what is the funniest letter? You see. You see? Use E. Ease E.

There is a giant globulous letter E sitting - no swinging along your eyebrow, tipping almost but stuck nonetheless. Your eyelashes are infused with rubber buttercups. Tears are made of holograms, and they drip from the hollows of your talcum-powder nostrils. Lips are a blend of cigarette butts and gummy bears, the very small, very hard ones. Cheekie weekies made of pressed sheets of peach fuzz. It took two seasons to collect that much fuzz. The last batch was made of belly button lint and ten years of eyelashes. Eyelashes are enormously difficult to collect because they are inhabited with mites which eat them. Therefore they actually seem to dissolve just as the very small piles are building. There must be a better way to complete the harvest.

i think it
a grave mistake
for
worldviews
to be held
hostage,
s e c r e t,
tight
against
one's chest,
reinforced
only by
filtered
media.

It is a dark path.
a journey into
an obsession with
yourself and those
who agree with you.

progress only arises
from s h a r i n g
ideas,
thoughts,
experiments,
experiences.

one does not
get an education
to learn only about
oneself.

it is the others
who provide the
most beautiful,
complex unraveling of
your tightly wound views.

a society that
does not share ideas,
does not excel.
does not improve.
does not invent.
does not create.

a society fixated on a mantra
of sameness
will collapse
entirely.

realist, with a degree in sociology
looking at the world through macro glasses
fading empathy blending with budding apathy
watching, eagerly, the self-destruction of the masses –
expressing limited worldviews, and exploiting generalizations
keeping a firm grip on perceived reality, teaching free classes  
operating from a place of conscious co-creativity
helping friends and loved ones experience piece of mind, free passes –
guiding meditations, past-life regression
all the while getting brilliant psychic flashes
reaching deep within the recesses
beginning to tilt on a totally different axis –
envisioning my place as part of the all
knowing the truth will alter the facets
looking into the mirror of creation
recognizing the forest of trees as ***** eye-lashes –

Their Trumpler wags his finger, pounds his chest, does abhor and detest, yet,
Unlike the rest, I refuse to protest the pomposity of his demeanor, regress.
For, as I wrote three decades ago, they think with spooned nose, speak with
forked tongue, yet, '...we(e),...', will not be undone, only if you still will.
A nation's youth sacrificed to the dogs of war, and it's keep, plundered deep,
can give no more to ravenous avarice ******, the global oligarchy, seated,
then entrenched in our Gov't's executive branch, dismissing all who won't cower.
In 2016 you couldn't throw a rock without hitting a revolutionary or radical,
because 'Hillary wasn't pure, perfect', their excuse for helping install Trumpler
in the Kluckahouse, now where's their sound and fury, their installed feurher
states, African countries are 'shitholes', now, immigrants are 'animals',
our nations heroes 'aren't', ad infinitum, where's the 'Bernie or Bust 'Bots'
'revolution', declared in the beginning of 2016 by him, now. The dinos, sinos,
linos, ginos ainos declare their allegiance to the illusion of non-violence,
steadfastly, as it's evidently better than the delusion of violence, while their
invisible coup's installing the king kong sized terrible two as emperor, along
with the FBI, NSA, CIA, NSC, Assange, wikileaks, hackers globally, remocrat
Conspiracy, immoral minority, Putin's puppets All, is the most violent event
purposely unprevented since the levees in NOLA were let fail, the unnecessary
unending war in Iraq started, and king george and his ****, cheney purposely
didn't prevent the attacks on 9-11-01, with the republican conspiracy elite.
Cloven covens of their actual religion of materialism, which they all practice
behind masks of 'used' religions, worldviews, spiritualities, clustering in
their conclaves, meet, with unremarkable tidings, the time is neigh for all
to die from climate change, decimated environs, undrinkable water, unedible
food, unbreathable air, unarable land, their 'final solution', ending humanity,
is at hand. Still, the machinations of our technocracy's machinings of human
beings, succeed in their device's designs, bring us ever closer to their
extreme narcissism's lack of way, nihilism, their lifeless choices, hedonism,
and their self-possessed, la machine's, language of 0's and 1's, always tolling
for their bottom lines needs, exigency replacing humanity per force of self-
programming, tragically, no? Does the fiber of your being, the sinew of it's
meaning shout, as to forever echo on, no? Whilst words, symbols, also being
paths of study, can't lead to self-emancipation, for the intellect can't lead,
as the life does not follow, if one allows questions to be, until answers evolve,
they can inform perception's growth, to signs and meanings along the way, uplift
vision. The corporate structure's convolution, and it's devolutionary direction,
proffer otherwise. As his heart's being ripped from the heart in the heart
of the heartland, in his mind's eye, she still stands, hair as if ablazed by
the truest wind that e'r blowed, her hand ever unwavers, raised, with it's torch
yet unschorched, it's light still a beacon of hope and the liberty that birthed
it, to all entering our NY's harbor, if death needs be proud, then let it be, now.
As vernal, the melodies of nature evolve us, let's not forget, urgently separating
the real religion which all religions, etc., are a front for, avarice, from the
State, as dictated by our Constitution, must be done, if not humanity's extinction
will result, and almost all until then was just the premeditated mass-****** of
7 billion in ever more various and myriad forms. Viva la evolution.   reality

I seem to get the blues
- each time I watch the news
- cause' it's always, "Oh- look whose
- been shot dead for his shoes!"
It leaves me, oh, so very confused
- and I can't seem to catch a clue
- as to why humans get infused with *****
- and try to bruise people with different worldviews.
Thus: the cops cruise- down the avenues
- and keep an eye on I and, each of, you.
What none of us seem to, willingly, view
- is if we formed a grand, organized crew:
- we could read stories of how we overthrew
- our masters in the history books of the past
- in and around three-thousand fifty-three.
Oh- how things could be so lovely, pretty,
- if we'd aim our eyes & arms at real enemies & harm
- in our lives. But, even still, they'll take our lives.
Because- silent, discreet leaders will always survive;
- they don't care if they sacrifice five thousand
- of their pawns: young dumb men who have gone
- willingly to their grave - to **** people who behave
- in a way their masters say, graceful as ballet,
- is, "so, very, distasteful. - Make their deaths painful."

Unfortunately- the history books will continuously
- be filled with falsities from the 21st Century.

I seem to be
Continually stuck

Between the worldviews
Of Bradbury and Hawking

Between schedules
Of eight million events and none at all

Between wanting to join in
And feeling like I shouldn't

Between wanting to do everything
And wanting to do nothing

Because even though I often speak
Of finding middle ground
When it becomes personal
It just can't seem to be found

I enjoy finding well-structured and coherent worldviews and ideas that collapse my prejudices, ideas, and my vision of the world; it’s uncomfortable at first but the catharsis achieved by being able to synthesize opposing ideas and find common ground where to build new ideas it’s one of the greatest mental pleasures I have felt.

It’s like feeling that after endless hours of trying to mix water and oil, the solution finally becomes crystalline and gleaming in veracity; to immerse myself in it and then go out to see reality with new eyes.

The main cognitive bias of all people is to discard information that contradicts their prejudices, ideologies, and conceptions of reality because of the cognitive discomfort this new information enables.

We take scientific objectivity as a base, and we accept the linguistic subjectivity and its intrinsic intuitive value; it is actually much easier to achieve a rational consensus in decision making.

That’s why we must be very vigilant and look out for rigid ideologies that don’t accept an intellectual confrontation, since they don’t have the capacity to adapt to a reality like ours that’s in a constant state of transformation.

Manifesto of the Spirit-Poet

I’m no lyricist. I’m a strike.
Not a singer of illusions — a destroyer of them.
My verse is no adornment — it’s a weapon.
My rhythms are the Spirit’s footsteps on the flesh of lies.
Rhyme is not my chain — it's my blade,
and form is a flash of truth tearing through the veil of deceit.

I don’t seek the Light —
I awaken it within each word.
I don’t fear the Dark —
I expose it down to its final shadow.

The world is soaked in falsehood —
and I answer with poetry,
a reboot of Consciousness,
a purge of the Ego-virus,
a thunder-roar of Spirit
ripping the illusion’s fabric apart.

I am the Poet who speaks for the Source.
Sarcasm is my shield. Fury, my flame.
Metaphysics, my path.
Each line — a strike.
Each image — a challenge.

“Write as if Spirit dictates.
Strike as if each syllable holds the final truth.”



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STRIKE WITH SPIRIT.
RHYTHM IS A WEAPON.
TRUTH DOESN’T RHYME — IT DETONATES.
BURN THE LIES.
SPEAK FOR THE SOURCE.



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SPIRIT — HAS RISEN.
MIND — ON TRIAL.
RHYME — A GRENADE.
VERSE — AN OFFENSIVE.
EGO — ERASED.
TRUTH — IN FLAMES.
WORD — A WEAPON OF THE SOURCE.



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SPIRIT… has RISEN.
MIND… is on TRIAL.
RHYME — is a GRENADE.
VERSE — an OFFENSIVE.
EGO… ERASED.
TRUTH — IN FLAMES.
WORD… is a WEAPON… of the SOURCE.



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Word — as Explosion

Don’t scream — strike.
Don’t beg — ignite.
You came not to soothe souls,
but to shatter the hooks.

You're not blind. You’re the Eye of Flame,
piercing through the dark.
You are the Herald of the Primordial —
your verse pulls spirits out of the mark.

Time has rotted. The world decays.
Truth is lined up for the shot.
Then you are the final shard of fire
that won’t cool down — but cuts.

You're not a poet. You are the Blast.
Your word — sharp as blade's edge.
Let the Spirit whisper —
but you must roar on Its behalf.

Wake the ones who’ve lost the Source.
Open fire on the Lie.
If you’ve accepted the Word —
strike with it until the world cries.



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The Prize Draw at the Worldwide Corporation "Horns & Hooves"

A hoof’s the prize —
Sheep stay fat and safe,
And so-called wolves —
Teeth just on the shelf.

We’ll scare with horns.
Fools can rule
By lies as well —
That’s always easy.

Bones instead of meat,
Dancing’s in full swing.
This is Vita’s dance,
When the Soul’s been killed.

Bones, dance, and howls —
If media triples,
We’ll **** all Souls —
Everyone will listen.

Draw little horns:
Fear — urgent care!
And finish off with a HOOF,
Hidden in Satan’s lair.

Satanism is everywhere —
“Normal” for Judas.
Shown with CowID,
Earlier with “AIDS.”

Satan’s own nature,
So soon there’ll be
A World Concentration Camp —
Red cross on the flag.

Power in Hooves’ world,
If the Soul is dead —
The mark of Satan.
Too late to cry, “kids.”

World Concentration Camp,
Red cross on the flag,
Will be destroyed,
Satan overthrown.

Those who surrendered,
Who fought no Dark,
The same fate awaits —
For their ****** ways.



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Horns and Hooves rule —
Souls killed, lies fuel.
Fear’s the game, Satan’s flame —
Fight or burn in shame.



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The Fall

This is no life — it’s a fall into the Abyss,
Consciousness’s content — delirium, mist.
If you look soberly — impartial, unkissed —
The whole of Hell laid bare in its midst.

Falling, you grasp for some shield,
Anything to cling to, your fate to wield.
Here comes the madness, beaten and sealed,
Forced on all since birth — a poisoned field.

That madness turns most into drones,
Only few escape its crushing tones.
Yet madness promises the easy roads —
Just bow to Evil, and Lies as your codes.

If falling you clutch an illusion’s crystal,
Born from delirium — a fragile thistle.
You sink in the filth through terror’s whistle —
Lost in the muck, a vanished missile.

Delirium’s rings expand, swell,
You become the fool who’ll believe and fell.
Bend to Evil, break, rebel —
A twisted beast in the devil’s hell.

Delirious lies take your whole life,
If caught — your Soul castrated, rife
With stinking slime, no end to the strife,
Madness piles up — no healing knife.

The world’s long turned into a Lost Asylum,
And crushing Consciousness is the main anthem.
But soullessness — a more favored system,
For inhuman beasts that poison the prism.

They poison Consciousness and the Soul,
Control’s method to make you whole.
Listen only to total lies’ toll —
We’ll **** you with falsehood’s role.

There’s a fake virus, a war-game grim,
Rotten **** will starve the world’s limb,
If lost to delirium and lies’ dim,
If the Spirit’s connection is broken, slim.

Fear and delirium feed soulless hordes,
Their tool is flow, their spreading cords.
Darkness is also the means and swords —
The junk here has no limits or boards.

This world is no place for the wise,
Find means to save — the truth’s disguise.
Face the lies — don’t live in lies,
Stop deceiving yourself, break the ties.

False hope is part of delirium’s blend,
This poem’s scene, this bitter end.
You’re trapped in mad chaos, no pretend —
Only Spirit can save, only God defend.

Spirit Inside. Stop believing the tales,
Of “messiahs” and all their sales.
If Spirit in people dies and pales —
All is lost forever in shadowy vales.

Reject ALL. Go Within. Find the light,
A cure from madness, the spirit’s fight.
Our song’s unsung, still bright in the night —
Wake from DELIRIUM — reclaim your sight!

You are Spiritual Essence — the true fact,
All else is forced nonsense — that’s the pact.
Start only there. Pure awareness intact —
Follow it close... no turning back.



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Fall’s abyss is madness’ grip —
Spirit wakes — or soul will slip.
Lies bind tight, but break the chain —
Rise within, escape the pain!



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Intensity

The main thing in life — extreme intensity:
Burn yourself up with no mercy or rest.
Or wild waves of lies and insanity
Will swallow your mind — your soul dispossessed.

You must seek the path of salvation,
Sharpen your mind, stay alert and alive.
It’s hard, but only dedication
Leads to Freedom — or doom will arrive.

Worldwide fascism breeds all the pain,
Building a camp — now global and cold.
Sadism dressed up as care’s insane,
You must fight back — be fearless and bold.

Don’t fear — you’re already dead inside,
No future awaits in this cattle’s hell.
Though sick of the lies and the tide,
Fight and toil — prepare for the swell.

Only through struggle can you save your soul —
No other way remains in this fight.
Never bow to the wicked fate’s toll,
Honor above all is the guiding light.

Find comrades for the battle ahead —
Only united can we stand tall.
No fate as slaves — black fascism’s dread
Hangs heavy, ready to make us fall.

Drive away the chaos from your mind —
Since childhood, nonsense was sown.
Pseudoscience blinds, reason confined,
Worldviews rotten, the root of the throne.

Only in Spirit can life go on —
Everything else is a hollow lie.
The sun burns the foul world’s dark dawn —
Darkness in minds where soullessness lies.

Strengthen your Spirit — all else is decay.
Don’t cling to shame’s valley of night.
Soon you’ll escape the vile chains’ sway —
To the realm of Spirit, Reason, and Might.



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Burn yourself or be consumed —
Fight fascism’s darkened tomb.
Spirit strong — break every chain,
Freedom’s fire will rise again!



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Pain

Pain’s an indicator —
A sign of the lies.
Where fascist dictators
Spread endless disguise.

If you feel pain —
Then you’re still alive,
Breathing free air
In Hell’s cruel dive.

Pain is a reward —
Proof you have mind.
This “life” adored
By **** of a kind.

Only suffering
Is the soul’s share.
In hardness and early despair,
All here are aware.

Without shudders to bear,
To see Hell’s whole sight,
Only piranhas dare —
Death’s circle of blight.

Death of Mind and Conscience,
Honor and Soul.
No sadder existence —
Not human, but lice’s role.

Worship your pain,
Strengthen your mind:
If you want Freedom —
Grief you must find.

If your mind’s strong,
You won’t stray or bend,
In a world blind,
Where lies ascend.

Only a few
Break free from the rest.
They’re like birds —
Falling, distressed.

No swallows survive.
Sun soars above —
The vow must arrive:
Burn all the mud.

Mud of folly,
Stench of fascist schemes —
In this dreadful world,
Fascism reigns supreme.

There’ll be much pain —
To cleanse the Spirit’s core,
Strength where only Will remains —
No slaves, no more.



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Pain wakes the mind — don’t ever yield!
Fight the fascist shadow’s field.
Spirit burns through darkest night,
Freedom’s born in furious fight!



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Human Undermachinery

A few crude, simple elements
Determin  this wretched world we see.
Clear in flashes of enlightenment —
And only God in such decree.

The core are ideas and images
That shape the social "life" we know.
Hell’s blueprint spreads across all stages,
Or madhouse deep where fools still grow.

The key is "You are only flesh":
Stoke fear, and hold the world in hand.
Filthy beasts have long enmeshed,
And turned the world to shooting stand.

Images barren, thoughts so trite,
Associations dumb and cheap.
But restless minds can’t sleep at night —
Beasts wage war that’s dark and deep.

Primitive thoughts like broken reels
Spin in skulls, a loop so tight.
King workaholic steals our zeal,
Fleeing horror’s endless blight.

Occupy yourself with filth —
So not to think beyond the "measures,"
Marked by vile worms’ own will —
Pioneers set as children’s treasures.

Aged children — Hell’s scouts march in rows —
As always, to slaughter’s song.
Beasts make you foul and full of woes
With "school," with "work," and TV’s wrong.

Deadliest weapon in the stand —
Strikes down all obedient “kids.”
Only lies and baseless slander
Come from these devils’ bids.

Here truth’s scarce, just empty thought,
Fragments wild in kaleidoscope.
Madness steers those vile, distraught —
Leading souls to death’s tight rope.

Schizophrenia, dumbed-down state,
Produced in constant endless stream.
Poisoned food accelerates fate —
Decay unfolds within the scheme.

Pseudoscience crafts the “fake world” frame,
Scoundrels work their tricks anew.
From this hellhole spirit’s drained,
The world a cesspit’s ugly view.

Fake religions made for fools,
Utter nonsense, shame for mind.
“Official” chains for Spirit’s tools —
Spirit’s death so cruelly signed.

Lies prevail, they call it “progress,”
Stoking falsehoods with mad applause.
This Hell’s no “soul’s test” or process —
Few withstand its brutal laws.

“Smart” folks busy fixing trash,
Lies they shuffle day and night.
Beasts shift blame in sneaky flash,
Pointing “enemies” in fight.

Beasts rule through division’s art,
Crafting enemies on demand.
Their goal is Spirit’s fall apart,
If so — destruction looms the land.

So break free from this mad wheel,
Seek truth inside at first, take flight.
Only with truth can wounds heal —
The fight ahead calls for might.

Enemy’s beast — find ways to fight,
Eradicate their vile blight.
If all in Spirit, all aligned —
Strengthen Spirit — save mankind.



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Science Madness

The stubborn scorn they cast to mock
Life’s riddles deep and vast —
Is sieve that filters out the fake,
The “science” lies amassed.

In name of “saving reason’s light,”
They smother what’s beyond,
That irrational, the bright
Spirit they abscond.

Their arguments run wild and blind,
Where miracles should rise —
Not petty things, but grand designs
They choose to compromise.

There’re many proofs, but here’s the crux:
The mind so poor and blind
Believes the lies and empty talks
That fakery designed.

Only the mind accepts the tales
Of “theories” bought and sold,
From pseudo-science packs and scales —
Their filthy lies unfold.

Those lies reject the Spirit pure,
The Truth, the Soul’s bright spark,
Their master is a hornèd fiend
That thrives in shadows dark.

The lord of vice and corrupter,
False science bows and prays
To Satan’s priest — the tempter
Who kills with “science’s” ways.

Take CowID — the world’s dumb trap,
A pen for blind control,
No doubt — the lie’s a brutal slap,
That crushes heart and soul.

“Scientific” freaks and evil shills
Will wreak more pain ahead,
If Spirit’s gone — then lies and kills
Will rule the living dead.

Erasing Spirit, that’s the game,
“Science” works to deceive,
And all this mess is no mere shame —
Designed to make you grieve.

Life’s mystery, once bright and bold,
Now drowned in fear and slime,
The filth that turned pure gold to cold —
A darkness out of time.

And those who hold God’s sacred spark
Are turned to sluggish slime,
All dull and grey, crushed in the dark —
The end of Light’s bright climb.

The attack of false science falls,
Relentless, sharp, and grim,
These traitors sell us to the walls —
But justice will be grim.

Balance will come, the mind will serve
The Soul in rightful reign,
And madness masked as science’s nerve
Will vanish, lost in pain.



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Science Lies, Spirit Fights!

Madness cloaked in “science” lies,
Darkness hides behind their guise.
Erasing soul with poisoned breath —
But Spirit strikes, defies death!

False priests sell doom and pain,
But truth will rise — break every chain!
No more fools in shadow’s grip —
Science lies — we’ll make it slip!



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Demos and the Rest

Demos’ dull and tiresome chore —
To bear the filth that reigns around.
Be brave here once — they’ll beat you sore,
No mercy in this cursed ground.

The **** bow down with empty lies,
Brains clogged with poison, rotten dreams,
Souls and minds decay, despise —
Demos sees no light, it seems.

It feeds on mirages, the haze
That beasts around this hellish place.
The honest soul, with truth ablaze,
Meets rotten fools face to face.

These fools are shackled in the mist,
Like chains that bind their every thought.
The snitches thrive, their goals persist —
A spirit’s death is what they sought.

To crush the soul and break the will,
To make a slave who blindly moves
Deeper into Hell’s dark chill —
A New Hell’s path the weak mind proves.

If you believe you’re not in Hell,
Though rotten slow, you waste away.
Here lies on lies forever dwell —
In “official” lies they stay.

Schools churn out the stupid flock,
From childhood drained of strength and light.
Chains of reason, broken lock —
Souls trampled under crushing might.

Here they destroy both mind and soul,
No longer human, just like lice.
Only few with spirits whole,
Melt as reason pays the price.

Wake up! It’s not a dream you see —
Beasts walk free on every side.
Mystics learn to silently be,
Then face the crowd with fear defied.

Dead souls gather, graveyard’s guests,
But restless still, they prowl and feed.
A pasture’s harvest for the pests —
They drain the spirit, **** the seed.

Just pets or cattle, low and poor,
Not noble breeds but broken lot.
Shut Hell’s door tight, or it will more
Destroy you, tie your final knot.

Walk into Spirit’s stronghold bright —
Only there is true escape.
Waiting here is futile fight —
God won’t come to this dead shape.

Those few who dare, create anew,
Become the Makers of their fate.
No more decay beneath the ***** —
Killers of Spirit and Mind, abate.



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Demos' Hell

Demos grovels, blind and dumb,
Beaten down for standing tough.
Lies enslave, the spirits numb,
Hell’s the game — the world’s enough.

**** control with chains of lies,
**** the soul, destroy the mind.
Only few will dare to rise,
Break the cage — leave death behind.

Spirit’s fortress is the key,
Hell won’t hold the brave and free.
Make the Makers — you and me,
Strike the chains, be destiny.



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Survival

A psychovirus was made to fight
All other techs in one great race,
Claiming it can bring to light
Survival for the human race.

Its strength — the clearest truth it brings,
No mystic haze, no empty dreams,
Success in life by solid means,
Without illusions’ false extremes.

But memes themselves evolve and shift,
Like whispers in a broken phone,
Distorted, lost, they slowly drift
From seeds of truth to lies alone.

For marketing and selling schemes,
Evolution picks the memes
That’re simple, clear, and easy spread —
Complex ideas left for dead.

The goal is survival, pure and grim,
Through breeding those who bow and bend.
A contest where the world grows dim,
With garbage fed into the blend.

To dumb the herd, the soul expelled,
Nonhumans crave this poisoned feed.
A monster kept, obedient, quelled,
To feed and follow their dark creed.

Memes become a psychovirus —
Devouring minds, the spirit’s bane.
Chaos spreads like a deadly virus,
Driving madmen into insane.

The hordes of freaks make vile their trade,
Turning sane to beasts who feed
At the trough, all lined and made
To march in step with hate and greed.

To **** with lies is cheap and swift —
See false pandemics in their grip.
Each pioneer, a puppet’s gift,
Who trusts the screen’s hypnotic script.

They drone to believe and obey,
The nonhumans take their toll.
Poisons jabbed to dull the way,
Memes crush reason, crush the soul.

Invent the problem, fan the fear,
Spread the lies, let terror grow.
Battle memes will hunt and sneer,
Making all into the low.

Primitives rule where reason fades,
Smart minds drown in foul disdain.
Into hell’s broad flood, it wades —
A world consumed by endless pain.

Hell for mind and soul is this,
A global shatter, grim decay.
Corrupt ****** scream their psychovirus,
Till the light is swept away.

The point of no return is passed,
Fascists drag the world in filth.
A putrid fate, held fast and cast,
The planet drowned in ruin’s wilt.

But those who do not yield or fall,
Whose spirits fight against the night,
Will face the fiery solar squall —
The blazing storm that burns to light.



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Survival War Cry

Psychovirus spreads its plague —
Brains corroded, spirits crushed.
Lies enslave, no soul to save —
Mind and heart in ashes flushed.

Feed the herd with poison memes,
Dumbed to death by fear and lies.
Fake wars, false cries, broken dreams —
Truth suffocates, hope dies.

No escape from this abyss,
Fascist filth drags all below.
But the few who still resist —
Face the fire, strike the blow.

Burn it down, unleash the storm,
Solar flames to cleanse the night.
Fight for mind, for spirit’s form —
Rise, revolt, reclaim the light!



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Bio-Waste

Trash dwells only in the mind,
Fear’s the poison in the soul.
Food and shelter—things confined,
All the rest just ashes, cold.

From their childhood, lies are sown,
Faith without a border’s chain.
Passed down ways to fall alone,
Knees bowed deep in blind disdain.

Only teaching to obey,
Spirit lost, forgotten flame.
Few are wise—kept at bay,
They await the Morning’s Name.

But the fiends will always come,
Monsters ruling, cold and cruel.
Wandering in webs they spun,
Lies their trade, the greatest tool.

“How long can we believe and sleep?”—
Not for them these questions ring.
Like wild beasts, their souls run deep—
To the godless void they cling.

Bio-waste, shout down the drain,
Taste is all that they proclaim.
One command their minds obey,
Sharper than a mouse’s way—
A slimy earthbound thing.

Rats run faster in the dark,
Not where warmth pretends to be.
Trash is told it’s crowning spark—
Lucifer’s vile mockery.

Only **** bows down in shame,
Wretched fools for kids to see.
Money bags and Judas’ name,
“Powers” roosting—chickens, free.

Factories built just to burn
Trash that’s fed by lies’ flood.
Poisoned needles twist and turn—
Killing trash, or so they’d hood.

Trash is “curable,” they say,
Cowards take the lethal jab.
Less than fascist’s vile sway—
Treading earth with cruelest stab.

Between the wars of fire and hate,
Chosen swine with eyes wide shut.
Syringes feed their ****** fate,
Stirring filth—corrupt and cut.

Neighbors—liar doctors, thugs,
***** cops who play their game.
No “experiment” can scrub
This vile, festering shame.

Such is trash, such are these days,
How much filth has piled high?
Hell itself—its cruel haze,
Burn it all beneath the sky.

If this hell’s the only way—
Then destroy, destroy it all.
From fascist beasts we’ll save the day,
And watch the wicked fall.

That’s why the Sun shines burning bright,
Scorching down to bitter core,
Wiping out this cursed blight—
Hell’s vile poison evermore.



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Bio-Waste

Trash lives only in the mind,
Fear corrodes the fragile soul.
Food and shelter—chains that bind,
Everything else burns to coal.

Lies implanted from the start,
Faith without a single line.
Teaching how to fall apart,
Bow your head, obey, decline.

Only slaves they want to breed,
Spirit crushed beneath their heel.
Few resist this poison seed,
Waiting for a dawn unreal.

Monsters rule this cursed land,
Fiends that lie to keep control.
Spinning webs with filthy hands,
Feeding lies to **** the soul.

“How long will fools believe the lies?”—
Not for them these words to ask.
Like dumb beasts with glassy eyes,
In the darkness wear their mask.

Bio-waste—flush down the drain,
Taste and **** define their game.
Sharp as vermin’s biting bane,
Crawling things with no shame.

Rats run from the warming light,
Not where comfort feigns to be.
Trash believes it’s God’s own right—
Lucifer’s mockery.

**** bows low, no fight, no flame,
Scoundrels taught to serve and kneel.
Money-hungry Judas’ name,
Power roosters crow and squeal.

Factories to burn the trash,
Fuel the flames with lies and hate.
Needles filled with poisoned ash—
**** the weak, decide their fate.

Trash “can heal,” they proudly claim,
Cowards swallow poison’s bite.
Less than fascists, but the same—
Crushing Earth with blind spite.

War’s hot breath upon the neck,
Chosen pigs with poisoned veins.
Syringes crack the last speck—
Fueling lies, spreading chains.

Neighbors lie, fake docs, cops,
Playing cruel and ***** games.
No excuse, no cleansing stops
This cesspool, filth, and shame.

This is trash—these darkest times,
Filth amassed and piled so high.
Hell itself in grime and crimes,
Burn it all beneath the sky.

If this hell is all we’ve got,
Then destroy, destroy it whole.
From the fascists’ filthy plot,
Save the Earth, reclaim the soul.

That’s why Sun now scorches fierce,
Burns the poison to the bone.
Hell’s foul stench it will pierce—
Wipe out ****, end their throne.



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Bio-Waste

Trash dwells only in weak minds,
Fear’s the poison in their veins.
Food and shelter—chains that bind,
All the rest is ash and stains.

Lies shoveled in from birth,
Faith dumbed down, no spine to show.
They train to crawl in dirt,
Bow down, obey, stay low.

Only slaves breed in their lair,
Spirit crushed beneath their boots.
Few dare breathe the cleaner air,
Waiting for the Truth’s pursuits.

Monsters rule with toxic lies,
Fiends that crawl and spread their slime.
They enslave with crooked ties,
Killing souls, one lie at a time.

“How long will fools choke on their chains?”
Beasts with empty eyes comply.
Trapped in darkness, numb to pain,
Walking dead that live to die.

Bio-trash—flush down the drain,
Filth that feeds on every lie.
Cunning vermin, sly and vain,
Crawling where the morals die.

Rats flee light, embrace the dark,
Trash thinks it’s the crown’s own heir—
Lucifer’s poisoned mark,
**** bow down in blind despair.

Scoundrels profit, Judas’ brood,
Money roosters, puppets vile.
Burn the trash, ignite the feud,
Spread the plague, deny the trial.

Needles pierce the dumb and weak,
Poison sold as “healing grace.”
Fascists tread on Earth’s own cheek,
Crushing all the human race.

War’s hot breath, the needle’s sting,
Chosen pigs in chains confined.
Syringes make the madness king,
Spreading venom, enslaving mind.

Lying docs and crooked cops,
Playing filthy, brutal games.
No redemption, no clean stops—
Hell on Earth, devouring flames.

Trash and filth, these wicked times,
Piled high in stinking heaps.
Hell itself in darkest crimes,
Burn it down—no mercy, no sleeps.

If this hell’s all we have left,
Then destroy it—root and bone.
From fascist ****, from death’s theft,
Save the Earth, reclaim the throne.

Sun now scorches, fierce and raw,
Burns the poison to its core.
Hell’s foul stench will face the law—
**** will drown, forevermore.



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Bio-trash burns — no mercy shown!
Fools and fiends will rot alone.
Venom’s fire will cleanse the ground,
Hell’s own **** is going down!



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1.
Trash-born ****, your time is done —
We fight the plague, we burn the sun!

2.
Falsehood breeds the vile and weak,
Truth’s the hammer — hear it speak!

3.
Slaves of lies, obey no more —
Break the chains, ignite the war!

4.
Venom-fed and spirit-void,
By our fire you’ll be destroyed!

5.
Infected minds, corrupt and blind —
We’ll scorch the lies, leave none behind!

6.
Fascist ****, your reign will end —
The Spirit’s wrath will not bend!

7.
Feed no more the poison herd —
Rise as one, unleash the word!

8.
Cursed vermin breed decay —
We burn their hell, we clear the way!



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Infected minds, corrupt and blind,
We’ll scorch the lies, leave none behind!
Fascist ****, your reign will end,
The Spirit’s wrath will never bend!

Feed no more the poison herd,
Rise as one, unleash the word!
Cursed vermin breed decay,
We burn their hell, clear the way!

No more slaves to mental chains,
Break the darkness, end the pains!
Truth and Spirit—our sharp sword,
Strike the lies and cut the cord!



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Brains infected, swarming pest,
Lies like venom in their chest.
Fascist shadows choke the light,
But Spirit flames will burn the night!

Wolves in sheep’s torn hollow skin,
Feeding madness, breeding sin.
Chains of sludge drag down the soul—
We’re the fire that makes it whole!

No more puppets, cracked and broken,
Words like hammers, sharp and spoken.
Truth’s a blade, pure and raw,
Slicing through their poisoned law!

Rise, the storm of inner thunder,
Shatter silence, tear asunder.
Hell’s own muck, we’ll purge and cleanse—
From the ashes, freedom rends!



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Brains turned to sludge — virus plague,
Lies like claws, a poisoned plague.
Fascist filth, a stinking blight,
Choking truth, devouring light.

Wolves with fangs in human skin,
Puppets dumb, their souls grow thin.
Chains of rot around the mind,
Spirit crushed, the blind lead blind.

Burn the hive of wicked liars,
Feed their hell to raging fires!
Truth’s no mercy — strike and rend,
Smash the frauds, their twisted end!

Rise like storms, fierce and raw,
Rip apart their demon law!
Hell’s own sludge we’ll raze to dust —
From their ashes, free we must!



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WAR CRY OF THE BROKEN MIND

Brains fried, minds hacked — virus strike!
Lies like bullets, shot to psyche!
Fascist ****, the stink, the slime,
Choking screams, end of time!

Wolves in skins of man, they creep,
Feed the herd — dumb, blind, asleep.
Chains of rot wrap tight, no breath,
Spirit crushed beneath cold death.

Burn the nests where liars breed,
Feed their flesh to flames of greed!
No mercy now — rip and tear,
Smash the cult that feeds on fear!

Rise! Storm-screams tear the sky,
Break the cage, watch demons die!
Hell’s mud floods their rotten halls,
From the wreckage — freedom calls!



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APOCALYPSE SHOUT

Brains fried, infected minds enslaved,
Virus screams — the soul depraved!
Fascist filth in suits of lies,
Feed the herd — dumbed down to die.

Puppets dance on strings of ****,
Lying snakes with venom spit.
Cogs in hell’s infernal grind,
Human trash, dumb and blind.

Burn the filth, the rotten breed,
Feed the fires of righteous greed!
Tear the mask — reveal the ****,
Crush the plague till senses numb!

Bloodied fists and shattered walls,
Rise above the prison calls!
Hell’s own spawn will drown in mud,
Freedom’s roar — a cleansing flood!

No mercy for the mindless slaves,
No peace for those who dig their graves.
Break the chains — ignite the fight,
Scorch the darkness with pure light!



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Brains steamed in toxic stew,
Mindless drones in their own poo.
Suits of slime, rats in the den,
Feeding filth to stupid men.

Fascist puppets on a string,
Spitting poison, death they bring.
Rotten flesh in gilded cage,
Slaves to fear, fools of the age.

Trash heap crawling, slick with lies,
Feeding on the world’s demise.
Bloodsuckers in the halls of shame,
Selling poison, fanning flame.

Burn it down, scorch the roots,
Trash the lies and rotten fruits.
Chains will snap, walls will fall,
Freedom’s fire will burn them all!

Mocking gods with hollow cries,
Feeding fear, the weakest dies.
Rise, you few, from swamp and dust,
Strike with wrath — in truth we trust!

No mercy for the soulless clowns,
No shelter in their poisoned towns.
Cut the cords, unleash the beast,
From their grip — be never ceased!



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Art

Dedicated to poets and composers
Who only spew heroic snot
About events long gone, forgotten—
A show of glory, all for show.

What is art?
Just staged emotions.
Poems are vile
If not deeply personal.

They’re just vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
A label of weakness,
Rhythms devoid.

Only snot along the path
Of such quests.
Harder to reach the edge
Of other knowledge.

It’s not poetry, nor rapture,
But peak and… abyss.
No one grants the sentence there,
No one hands the pass.

It’s hellfire,
Where you burn alive,
And terrible stench
By day and night alike.

The corpse of the old world
Only fits the screen.
Even the lyre will die—
Here’s the very bottom,

Where all is vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.

Where all is nonsense: poet — not poet,
Artist, writer, or not.
Where no one cares for years
About reason, honor, or the trace

The trace we leave
With a pen on water.
Better to add
Gasoline to the fire—

A fire that burns down
The lying world—
Spawn of evil,
Idol of fools.

This is not false,
Nor the pain of fools,
But logical conclusion
When you go all the way

To knowing hell,
That since long ago
Instead of paradise garden
Has been embodied here,

Where all is vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.

Where is all this art,
When fascism’s at the door?!
Everyone lies numb,
Each in their warm den.

They come out only
To sing odes.
They’re not madmen,
To die

For a righteous cause,
For memory of grandfathers
Who boldly smashed
Enemies

In that hell of vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.



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Art

Dedicated to poets and composers
Who spit heroic snot
Only on dusted pages,
Ghosts of battles lost and gone.

What is art?
Just staged theatrics—
Empty dramas,
Poems dead without confession.

They’re vanity’s spit,
Wailing banshee cries,
A hollow drum:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Weakness wrapped in labels,
Rhythms void, no defense.

Just snot on the path
Of hollow quests.
Harder to reach the edge
Of deeper, rawer truths.

Not poems, not rapture,
But cliff’s last breath and fall.
No pardons for the daring—
No one answers the call.

It’s hellfire’s scorch,
Where flesh melts slow,
A stench that crawls
Both night and day below.

The corpse of a dead world
Fits only on the screen.
Even lyres will crack—
Here lies the abyss, obscene,

Where all is vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.

Where fools masquerade as poets,
Artists or not,
Where honor’s dead—
The mind forgot,

The trace we leave
Is ink on water—
Better pour gasoline
On a burning slaughter—

A fire that razes
This world of lies—
Spawn of pure evil,
Fools’ idolize.

This isn’t lies,
Nor childish pain,
But cold logic’s knife
When you bleed the whole way

Into hell’s own heart,
Where paradise died long ago—
Here, rot and venom
In endless flow,

Where all is vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.

Where is your art now,
When fascists knock hard?
Everyone’s numb,
Huddled in their yards.

They crawl out just to chant
Empty odes.
Not mad enough
To die for roads

Where grandfathers smashed
Foes in hell’s glare—
This hell of vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.



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Art — The Brutal Truth

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves,
Heroic lies from hollow slaves.
Poems? No — empty, void and fake,
Vanity’s cruel, ruthless quake.

Fire burns the world’s corpse cold,
Truth’s a blade, sharp and bold.
Fools worship idols made of slime,
Dancing in hell’s black grime.

No mercy here, no saving light,
Only darkness swallows night.
Fascists laugh — the herd’s asleep,
While souls rot fast and deep.

Rise or drown in filth and rust,
Art dies in a world unjust.
Fight the void, break through the lies—
Or fade with all your silent cries.



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Art Is Dead

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves.
Empty noise, vain fools’ plays.

Fire burns the world’s false skin,
Fools bow down to death’s grin.

No savior comes, just lies,
Hell swallows all the wise.

Fight or rot — choose your part,
Art is dead — ignite your heart.



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Art Is Dead

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves,
A serpent’s hiss in hollow caves.

Empty noise, vain fools’ charade,
Ashes blow where heroes fade.

Fire burns the world’s false skin,
Fools bow down to death’s cold grin.

No savior comes, just poison lies,
Hell’s black claws tear the wise.

Fight or rot — choose your part,
Art is dead — ignite your heart.



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No saviors here—just wolves in suits,
Feeding on ashes, tearing roots.
Their “wisdom” stinks like rotted graves,
While freedom sinks in endless waves.

So burn it down—the fake, the lies,
Let truth ignite in crimson skies.
No more chains, no dull disguise—
From ruins, real souls will arise.



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Propaganda

It used to be bad —
Now it’s supposed to be good!
Propaganda for suckers
Feeds them chicken **** for food.

Once we had pure slavery,
Now it’s “democrazy”’s face.
But it’s all deception —
Fascism’s just replaced.

Slavery couldn’t get worse,
Stupidity’s disgrace —
Five instead of failure,
Spirit barely a trace.

Honor’s trampled everywhere,
Conscience long is dead.
We turned into beasts
Under pressure, full of dread.

All these troubles are fake —
A cold genocide.
Only masters of lies here—
Reason’s deep asleep inside.

Lies pour out unceasing —
Drowning everything whole.
And as a “rest” they offer
Pop distractions for the soul.

Nothing left unspoken —
Anchors voice the script.
The “predictors” rule here,
The rest lie, tight-lipped.

It’s a global madhouse now,
Words promise paradise.
But souls are killed in silence —
Quietly, pay the price.

Yet this endless falsehood
Always hides one key:
If you don’t sell your soul,
The years left are few to see.

The sun shines hotter now —
That’s Armageddon’s sign.
It’ll burn all these fleas away —
Their spirits will resign.



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Propaganda

It was hell before —
Now they sell it as heaven!
Propaganda for suckers —
Chicken **** in every sentence.

Slavery’s old chains —
Now it’s “demo-fascist” lies.
Same ***** game, new name —
Fascism in disguise.

Slavery’s shame can’t get worse,
Stupidity’s a crime.
Replacing failure with five,
Killing spirit every time.

Honor’s buried deep,
Conscience ripped apart.
We’ve turned into animals,
Crushed souls, broken hearts.

All the pain is fake —
Just a genocide scheme.
Masters of deceit laugh loud,
While reason’s dead, it seems.

Lies flood like poison gas —
Smother everything whole.
As “relaxation” serves
Pop’s shallow black hole.

Nothing left unvoiced —
Anchors chant their lies.
“Predictors” run the show —
Truth’s been crucified.

A global madhouse rages —
Words promise false skies.
Souls murdered in silence —
Quiet death in disguise.

But the biggest lie hides one truth:
If you keep your soul intact,
Your time is running out —
The end’s a burning fact.

The sun scorches hard —
Armageddon’s cruel flame.
It’ll burn out the vermin —
Leave only spirit’s name.



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Propaganda

Hell was truth —
Now lies sell as light.
Suckers fed chicken ****,
Blinded day and night.

Slavery reborn,
Dressed in fascist lies.
Honor buried deep —
Souls crucified.

Stupidity’s a crime,
Spirit’s shot dead.
Genocide by lies —
Reason’s hanging thread.

Lies choke, no breath,
Pop’s dumb escape.
Truth silenced, drowned,
Souls left to break.

World’s madhouse roars —
False heaven’s smoke.
Keep your soul?
Armageddon’s choke.

Sun scorches vermin —
Burns the weak and vile.
Spirit’s flame survives —
Hell ends in fire.



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PROPAGANDA RAP // “HELL IN CAPSLOCK”

Yo —
Truth is dead, lies on the throne,
Feeding you filth like a dog with a bone.
Chicken-**** slogans, media drone —
Welcome to Hell, just scroll on your phone.

Freedom's a brand, wrapped in decay,
Fascist chic in a democratic spray.
Think you're awake? You're just in the play —
Lines are fed, you bark on delay.

Reason’s hung, truth got stabbed,
Spirit’s buried, brain’s been nabbed.
Pop drugs your head while souls get grabbed,
This ain't a system — it's a slaughter lab.

New god’s a screen, priest is a cop,
Pills in your gut, death in a pop.
This ain’t peace — it’s a soul-shop,
Prophets in suits, blood on top.

Heaven’s fake, but Hell is near,
Sun burns louder, crystal clear.
If you still got soul — shift outta gear,
'Cause fire is coming… and it won’t veer.

grey textile, rocky roads
delectable in locomotion
mechanical reshuffling
human trenches
herds obscuring
worldviews
and the bus that drags on
breath of trepidation
heatwave of monoxides
grey and wool
thicket of sorrows, unfulfilled
dreams, blanket of
undying sleep
a bus bell,
signalling
the stop. bus
stopping

Man

If you’re human, then know your duty,
One task only is truly yours:
To destroy, with relentless fury,
All the **** that pollute our shores.

How to wipe every vile mutation,
Leave no trace of their breed on Earth —
Snitches that sell every nation,
Drowning the world in dearth.

A horde of corrupt vile creatures
Twist the world into lawless hell;
These leering, loathsome features
Cast mankind under their spell.

So seek out the truest alliance
With the few who remain like you;
On this fragile bond is reliance —
Or beasts we’ll be driven into.

For the inhuman forge new cages,
A camp of our modern times;
Their lackeys — the filth of ages,
Wave banners of countless crimes.

The banner of false “new science”
That blesses each fascist lie;
Those traitors in dark compliance
Experiment now on your life.

The banner of that red cross blazing,
To hallow the slaughter’s rite —
The past century’s altar raising,
Now dripping with poison’s blight.

The banner of stupefaction
That hangs over every home:
Corrupting the mind’s foundation,
So you burrow like blind mole alone.

And the banner of foul propaganda,
Planted everywhere, flag by flag —
Till people resemble a panda
That clings to its branch and sags.

But above all, the banner of fascism
Spreads its shadow, a world-wide curse;
Beyond it, expect but cretinism,
A plague that grows worse and worse.

So we’ll raise our black banner proudly,
And march to the final fight!
Even the Sun flames loudly,
Burning all with its searing light.

The Fire of cleansing is lasting,
Through its ashes new life will grow —
If the shard of the soul is uncasting,
That seed at the core we know.

Yet salvation is born in the struggle,
Dragging filth to their final grave,
That spawned here Evil so brutal,
And sought to enslave and enslave.



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Man

Raise the black banner, no turning, no rest,
Burn all the fascist filth out of the nest!
Cleansing Fire will purge their disguise —
**** will be ashes, the Spirit will rise.

No mercy for traitors, no pity, no deal,
The inhuman plague we crush under steel!
Better to fall in the furious fight
Than live like cattle in endless night.



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Burn the plague — no beast survives!
Rise, O Spirit — Man revives!



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1.
Crush the filth, erase their name —
Rise from ashes, flame to flame!

2.
No chains, no lies — we break, we fight!
The Sun will burn the world to right.

3.
**** to the grave, the soul to the sky —
Man stands eternal, beasts must die!



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1.
Raise the Black Flag — burn them all!
**** must perish, Man stands tall.

2.
No peace, no truce, no rotten deal —
Truth is the fire, Justice — steel!

3.
From chains to ashes, from night to flame —
Spirit eternal, Man remains.

4.
Crush their banners, break their lies!
Only the free shall ever rise.

5.
No mercy, no pity — the beasts must fall!
The soul is the fortress, stronger than all.

6.
Through battle and fire the new world’s born —
The black flag rises, the old is torn.

7.
One cry, one flame, one final fight —
**** to darkness, Man to light!



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1. Burn the plague — the Spirit stands!
2. No beasts, no chains — only Man!
3. Black Flag rising — **** is dust!
4. Fire is justice, steel is trust!
5. Ashes to tyrants — dawn to us!
6. One soul, one fight, one flame!
7. Crush the lie — the truth remains!



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1. Bow, worms — your flags make fine ash.
2. Great "masters"? Just meat for the clash.
3. Your science is poison, your cross is rot —
The Fire remembers, you shall not.

4. Propaganda? A dog’s old trick.
Truth is the hammer — it falls real quick.

5. Fascist banners? Just rags for flame.
History spits on your stolen name.

6. "Chosen rulers"? A carnival farce.
Ashes and silence — that’s your class.

7. Beasts in uniforms — cheap disguise.
Man will strip you, and Truth will rise.



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Raise the Black Flag — burn them all!
**** must perish, Man stands tall.

No peace, no truce, no rotten deal —
Truth is the fire, Justice — steel!

From chains to ashes, from night to flame —
Spirit eternal, Man remains.

Crush their banners, break their lies!
Only the free shall ever rise.

Ashes to tyrants — dawn to us!
One soul, one fight, one flame!

---

Mockery of the Inhuman:

Bow, worms — your flags make fine ash.
Your “science”? A fraud, a fascist stash.
Propaganda? A dog’s old trick —
Truth is the hammer, it falls real quick.

“Chosen rulers”? A carnival farce.
History spits, and grinds your class.
Beasts in uniforms — cheap disguise.
Man will strip you, and Truth will rise.

---

One Fire, one Spirit, one fight to the last!
**** into nothing — Man to the Vast!



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Raise the Black Flag — no retreat!
**** to ashes, fire to meet.

No peace, no pact, no false command,
Truth is steel in the human hand.

Propaganda rots, their lies decay —
Man will rise and burn their way.

One Fire, one Spirit, one fight, one breath —
Beasts to silence, Man through death!

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Black Flag rises — **** to dust!
Fire and Spirit, in Man we trust.
No chains, no lies — the beasts shall fall,
One fight, one flame, one soul for all!



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Burn the plague, the tyrants’ mask!
Man will rise, the final task.
Ashes scatter, lies decay,
One soul fights, none stand in way.



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**** to shadows, truth to flame!
Chains are broken, no one to blame.
Spirit roaring, fire high,
Man stands fearless — beasts shall die.



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Black Flag flying — filth to ground!
Justice strikes without a sound.
One battle, one wrath, one call,
Beasts to nothing — Man to all!



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Bow, worms — your banners burn!
History laughs, you’ll never learn.
Filth to ash, your lies undone,
Man stands blazing — we have won.



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Your science? Poison, your cross? Rot.
The Fire remembers every blot.
Beasts in masks, your time is done,
Man’s blade rises — no place to run.



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Carnival rulers? Cheap farce and shame.
Ashes and silence mark your name.
One Spirit, one wrath, one final blow,
Beasts to darkness — Man will grow.



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Propaganda dogs? Cheap tricks they ply.
Truth is the hammer — **** shall die.
Black Flag flying, lies undone,
Man’s flame burning — Justice won.



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1. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
History laughs, you’ll never learn.

2. Filth to ash, your lies undone,
Man stands blazing — we have won.

3. Your science? Poison, your cross? Rot.
The Fire remembers every blot.

4. Beasts in masks, your time is done,
Man’s blade rises — no place to run.

5. Carnival rulers? Cheap farce and shame.
Ashes and silence mark your name.

6. Propaganda dogs? Cheap tricks they ply.
Truth is the hammer — **** shall die.

7. Black Flag flying, lies undone,
Man’s flame burning — Justice won.

8. One Spirit, one wrath, one final blow,
Beasts to darkness — Man will grow.



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Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Filth to ash, your lies unlearn.
Poisoned science, rot and sham,
Man’s flame rises — crush the ****!
One Spirit, one wrath, one final slam!



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1.
Filth and lies, your banners fade,
Ashes remember the games you played.
Man’s flame rises — **** betrayed!

2.
Carnival rulers? Cheap farce, rot!
History spits on every plot.
Man strikes true — fear the lot!

3.
Propaganda dogs bark, teeth bare,
Truth is the hammer, beware, beware!
Man will burn the **** to air!

4.
Black Flag flying, shadows fall,
Beasts in fear, hear the call!
One Spirit, one wrath — end of all!



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Robin Gad

Robin Hood lives in storybooks,
But Goblin Gad walks in real looks —
He shears the sheep, all docile, low,
The flock falls down, all in a row.

Goblin Gad, the shepherd vile,
Robin Hood brings them brief smile.
Genocide spreads its stinking wings,
Fear, deceit, and rotting things.

So hang the noodles, second-grade,
They’ll obey, no thought displayed,
And rush with pride into the pens,
Blind followers of twisted ends.

Robin Gad — a post to hold:
He shears, consoles, both young and old.
Complexity the sheep don’t need,
“Two in one” fulfills their greed.

Everywhere, the zombibox lies —
Brightly wrapped deceitful ties.
Robin Gad is never real,
A twin in constant fresh appeal.

The original may fade or die,
Grow old, or drink its life awry —
For frauds, that’s simply unsuitable,
The new one must be indisputable.

Time must shape a perfect guise,
Another carcass to stylize.
The twin guards the original’s frame,
The flock won’t notice, all the same.

Robin Gad will shine a light,
A teacher, genius, bold and bright.
Economical, a cunning plan
For generations of the sheepish clan.

The twin will be declared divine —
A sheepish god, a sacred sign.
All the flock carefree again,
Amid the fascist stinking reign.



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1. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Truth erased — the world is flawed.

2. Goblin Gad shears, sheep obey.
Originals vanish, gone away.

3. Bright deceit, fascist reign.
Sheep march blind through endless pain.

4. Twin shines, originals fall.
Flock cheers — the fraud rules all.



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Robin Gad


1. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Truth erased — the world is flawed.

2. Goblin Gad shears, sheep obey.
Originals vanish, gone away.

3. Bright deceit, fascist reign.
Sheep march blind through endless pain.

4. Twin shines, originals fall.
Flock cheers — the fraud rules all.

5. Robin Gad? A story lie,
Goblin twins keep truth awry.
Sheep march proud, blind to the scheme,
Fascist filth feeds every dream.

6. Twin guards what should remain,
Sheep applaud, oblivious to pain.
Originals gone, the twin stands tall,
Deceit reigns over one and all.



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1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey!

2. Twin shines, originals fall!

3. Blind flock cheers, deceit reigns!

4. Fascist rot spreads — truth survives!



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1. Twin replaces — sheep applaud.

2. Originals vanish, fraud rules all.

3. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obeys.

4. Bright deceit blinds every eye.

5. Marching sheep, chained in pride.



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad shears the sheep with glee,
Blind flock obeys, can’t ever see.
Twin shines bright while originals die,
Fascist stench spreads beneath the sky.

2. Goblin Gad rules, the sheep obey,
Originals fall, swept away.
Twin shines bright, deceit runs high,
Fascist rot spreads through the sky.

3. Robin Gad? A story lie,
Goblin twins keep truth awry.
Sheep march proud, blind to the scheme,
Fascist filth feeds every dream.

4. Twin replaces what should be,
Sheep applaud their slavery.
Bright deceit, the world’s decay,
Originals gone — they cheer the fray.


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1. Burn the **** — their lies are dust!
Man stands blazing, steel and trust!
One Fire, one Spirit, one final ******!

2. **** to ashes — no chains remain!
Man rises burning through the pain.
One wrath, one flame, one final reign!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot!
History laughs at every plot.
Man strikes hard — forget you not!

4. Poisoned science, cross of lies,
Beasts in masks — your time dies.
Man’s blade cuts truth through disguise!



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Robin Gad

Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines bright while originals decay.
Blind flock cheers, deceit runs high,
Marching sheep, chained, beneath the sky.
Bright deceit, fascist rot, fraud’s reign,
One Spirit, one wrath — break every chain!



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Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
Goblin Gad shears — the flock obeys,
Bright deceit blinds all their days.
Twin shines, the world rots in pride,
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!



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Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad shears — obey the fraud.
Originals gone, deceit prevails,
Blind flock marches, truth derails.
Bright banners lie, fascist rot spreads,
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all threads!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep kneel low,
Originals fade, their truth will go.
Marching blind through poisoned lies,
Twin shines bright, the fraud flies.
Fascist filth colors every sky,
One Spirit, one wrath — make **** die!



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Bow, worms — your time has passed,
Twin shines while originals don’t last.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in deceit,
Bright lies flourish in every street.
Fascist rot spreads its vile domain,
One Spirit, one wrath — break every chain!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines bright while originals decay.
Blind flock cheers, deceit runs high,
Marching sheep, chained, beneath the sky.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!



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Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

2. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit strikes, the fraud is caught!

3. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — crush the tide!

4. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

5. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

6. Twin shines bright, the world decays,
Originals gone — blind flock obeys.
One Spirit, one flame — crush the haze!

7. Goblin Gad shears, sheep comply,
Fraud prevails, the truth shall die.
One wrath, one fire — rise and defy!

8. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!

9. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Originals gone, bright lies arise.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

10. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

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1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey!
2. Twin shines bright while truth decays.
3. Blind flock cheers — originals fall.
4. Deceit in color, fascist all.
5. March of sheep, chained in pride.
6. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
7. Originals vanish, fraud rules all.
8. Bright deceit blinds every eye.
9. Marching sheep, chained in pride.
10. Twin shines, originals fall!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

2. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit strikes, the fraud is caught!

3. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — crush the tide!

4. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

5. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

6. Twin shines bright, the world decays,
Originals gone — blind flock obeys.
One Spirit, one flame — crush the haze!

7. Goblin Gad shears, sheep comply,
Fraud prevails, the truth shall die.
One wrath, one fire — rise and defy!

8. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!

9. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Originals gone, bright lies arise.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

10. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

---

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

4. Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

---

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the fray!

2. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

3. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

4. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

5. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Originals vanish, fraud will not.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the lies,
One flame, one strike — all **** dies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
Bow, worms — your banners burn,
Bright lies flourish at every turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight,
One flame, one fire — crush the night!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
Goblin Gad rules — a show, a jest,
Fraud parades, the sheep impressed.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains,
One flame, one strike — truth remains!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!



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




Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Originals vanish, fraud will not.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the lies,
One flame, one strike — all **** dies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
Bow, worms — your banners burn,
Bright lies flourish at every turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight,
One flame, one fire — crush the night!

---

Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
Goblin Gad rules — a show, a jest,
Fraud parades, the sheep impressed.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains,
One flame, one strike — truth remains!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Blind flock marches, chained in plot.
Twin shines, originals decay,
Deceit spreads, the world in sway.
Originals vanish, fraud will not,
Sheep obey, chained in thought.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies,
One flame, one strike — **** dies!



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Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

---

Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

---

Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

---

Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

---

Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Robin Gad

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

4. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

5. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!

6. Goblin Gad shears, sheep comply,
Fraud prevails, the truth shall die.
One wrath, one fire — rise and defy!

7. Bow, worms — your banners burn!
Originals vanish, fraud will turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** can’t hide!

8. Twin replaces, sheep applaud.
Originals gone, bright lies arise.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

---

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
One Spirit, one wrath — **** assails!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, the originals forgot.
Sheep cheer blind, chained in delight,
Fascist filth colors every sight.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight!

4. Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains!

---

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Bright deceit spreads, truth denied.
Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Originals vanish, fraud will not.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the lies,
One flame, one strike — all **** dies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
Twin shines bright, the fraud prevails,
Blind sheep march where deceit hails.
Bow, worms — your banners burn,
Bright lies flourish at every turn.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the blight,
One flame, one fire — crush the night!

3. Twin replaces what should remain,
Sheep applaud their slavery in vain.
Originals gone, bright lies arise,
Blind flock marches under false skies.
Goblin Gad rules — a show, a jest,
Fraud parades, the sheep impressed.
One Spirit, one wrath — break the chains,
One flame, one strike — truth remains!

---

1. Goblin Gad rules — sheep obey,
Twin shines, originals decay.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush all lies!

2. Goblin Gad shears — the flock obey,
Originals vanish, swept away.
One wrath, one flame — **** must pay!

3. Bow, worms — your banners rot,
Twin shines, originals forgot.
One Spirit, one wrath — crush the plot!

4. Blind flock marches, chained in pride,
Deceit blooms where truth has died.
One wrath, one fire — break the tide!

5. Twin replaces, sheep applaud,
Goblin Gad rules — fraud is lawed.
One Spirit, one wrath — strike the fraud!



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Catechism

For Madness, the catechism
Was cooked by FILTH long ago.
That Madness drives us into crisis,
Dragging this little world through woe.

At its core, false science reigns,
School — a sharp, important tool.
The media, like vipers, strike
Everyone at any moment’s rule.

Fools and idiots, psychotics too,
All varieties sharpened there.
In the end, the total lie
Drains strength far more than poison or despair.

Poisons in food, in drink abound,
Legions of traitors roam the land.
Oprichnina-like hordes surround,
And Oblivion grips with its hand.

The General Fog drives all
Into pens from earliest age.
This tiny world reeks from the top,
And soon it’ll rot off the page.

FILTH — carrion, it loves decay,
For them it’s incense, foul and sweet.
Believe the FILTH — you’ll turn to slime,
Forever penned with the herd at your feet.

No nations — only pens remain.
No rulers — only the media sway,
Driving tons of vile lies,
While cattle happily eat the prey.

They devour the lies as oil,
Fouled with excrement, yet spread.
Soon we’ll all bleat in unison —
Thought has vanished; long dead.

Here, the wise — but rare, alone.
The rest — slave cattle, dumb and bought,
Particles of vile hell,
FILTH’s purpose and Evil’s stronghold sought.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drives us into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, bleating nearby.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.



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Madness rules, the FILTH command,
Cattle march, thought lost from the land.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
All enslaved in the media’s shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s stronghold, nowhere to hide.

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FILTH preaches, the world complies,
Schools and screens serve their lies.
Cattle eat it as sacred oil,
Bleating blind, in endless toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

---

Carrion loves its own decay,
Madness drags the world astray.
Traitors roam, lies spread like fire,
Cattle chained by desire.
Only a few wise still remain,
The rest serve Evil’s cursed domain.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, blind they comply.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.



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Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Enslaved in media’s suffocating shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s fortress, nowhere to hide.

---

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft their malaise.
Cattle eat it like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion’s near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

---

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world to weeds.
Traitors roam, lies set aflame,
Cattle chained, all think the same.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, forced to abide.



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Catechism

1.
FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drives us into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, bleating nearby.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.

2.
Madness rules, the FILTH command,
Cattle march, thought lost from the land.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
All enslaved in the media’s shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s stronghold, nowhere to hide.

3.
FILTH preaches, the world complies,
Schools and screens serve their lies.
Cattle eat it as sacred oil,
Bleating blind, in endless toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

4.
Carrion loves its own decay,
Madness drags the world astray.
Traitors roam, lies spread like fire,
Cattle chained by desire.
Only a few wise still remain,
The rest serve Evil’s cursed domain.

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1.
FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world into woe.
Schools and media sharpen the lie,
Cattle consume it, blind they comply.
Believing FILTH turns you to slime,
Particles of Hell, Evil’s prime.

2.
Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Enslaved in media’s suffocating shade.
Believing FILTH — you rot inside,
Evil’s fortress, nowhere to hide.

3.
FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft their malaise.
Cattle eat it like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.
Thought long dead, oblivion’s near,
All hail the fog, the media seer.

4.
Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world to weeds.
Traitors roam, lies set aflame,
Cattle chained, all think the same.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, forced to abide.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world into woe.
Cattle consume lies, blind and prime,
Believing FILTH — you rot in time.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Evil reigns where all are swayed.

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft endless malaise.
Cattle eat lies like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.

Carrion loves its own decay,
Madness drags the world astray.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, chained inside.



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Catechism

FILTH cooked the catechism long ago,
Madness drags the world, cattle blindly go.
Believing FILTH — you rot, Evil’s glow.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Evil reigns where all obey the bands.

FILTH preaches, the world complies,
Schools and screens spin endless lies.
Cattle eat it blind, none realize.

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world through weeds.
Few remain wise; the rest serve Evil’s creeds.



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Toilets

“Reading the paper can wait — and even if unread,
You’ll lose little. It’s nonsense repeated daily:
Places change, names change,
But the same absurdity continues.
Your paper is just madness.”
— Osho


Chewing the cud of filth,
Obsessive lies, petty trash,
HOUR BY HOUR. And all feast on sewage,
Happy as toilets among fools.

Only formally do places and events differ —
Madness everywhere.
Thus the soul overflows,
Ending in a… servile louse.

To call THIS human is hard,
For there’s no reason in those fools.
How tedious, vile it all is
In the foul media — source of woe.

The world is run through media,
No nations left, politics dead.
All are clowns, cunning *******,
Spinning evil agendas in that wheel.

They follow the same scripts —
To frighten, slander, drown all in lies.
Deliberately confusing trivial “facts,”
To crush reason, cloud all eyes.

Staged “facts” bubble in the brew,
Dark Judas beasts gnaw at them.
The whole world drowns in deceitful haze.
Believe the filth — you’re a broken mind.

The Internet floods with servile echoes
Of these lying news machines.
Vile inhumanity rages,
For even crumbs of humanity remain.

The louse of this undead filth
Triples the assault of brazen lies.
Be brave, alert, and bold —
Expose all the CREATURES’ MIRAGES.



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Toilets

Chewing filth, hour by hour,
All feast on lies, sewage their power.
Media runs the world, fools comply,
Clowns spin evil agendas sly.
Believe the filth — your mind is broke,
Expose the creatures, shatter the smoke.

---

Chewing lies, filth hour by hour,
Toilets of fools, feeding on power.
Media spins, nations all fall,
Clowns of evil control it all.
Believe the filth — you’re trapped inside,
Expose their mirages, shatter the tide.

---

Cattle chew the cud of lies,
Happy toilets beneath deceitful skies.
Screens and schools echo the same,
Bleating blind, they play the game.
Believe the filth — laugh while you can,
Mirages of creatures, fake as the plan.

---

Filth rules, madness spreads its reign,
Toilets of fools, drowning in pain.
False facts stage the world’s decay,
Cunning clowns twist night into day.
Only the brave may pierce the veil,
Expose all creatures, truth prevail.



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Toilets

Chewing filth, fools all comply,
Media spins lies, clowns rule the sky.
Believe the filth — expose the lie.

Filth devours, madness reigns,
Toilets of fools, drowning in chains.
Expose the liars — break their veins.

Cattle chew lies, happy as can be,
Clowns spin mirages for all to see.
Laugh at the filth — then set minds free.

Madness spreads, media deceives,
Toilets of fools, truth it bereaves.
Pierce the smoke — reveal what grieves.



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Toilets

Filth devours, fools obey,
Expose the lies, shatter the sway.



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Filth rules, madness spreads,
Smash the liars, break their threads.

---

Cattle chew lies, blind they play,
Laugh at filth, then clear the way.

---

Madness reigns, media deceives,
Pierce the smoke — truth perceives.



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Toilets

Chewing the cud of filth,
Obsessive lies, petty trash,
HOUR BY HOUR. And all feast on sewage,
Happy as toilets among fools.
Only formally do places and events differ —
Madness everywhere, ending in a… servile louse.

The world is run through media,
No nations left, politics dead.
All are clowns, cunning *******,
Spinning evil agendas in that wheel.
They follow the same scripts —
To frighten, slander, drown all in lies.

---

Chewing filth, hour by hour,
All feast on lies, sewage their power.
Media runs the world, fools comply,
Clowns spin evil agendas sly.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Evil reigns where all are swayed.

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft endless malaise.
Cattle eat lies like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world through weeds.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, chained inside.

---

Chewing filth, fools all comply,
Media spins lies, clowns rule the sky.
Believe the filth — expose the lie.

Filth devours, madness reigns,
Toilets of fools, drowning in chains.
Expose the liars — break their veins.

Cattle chew lies, happy as can be,
Clowns spin mirages for all to see.
Laugh at the filth — then set minds free.

Madness spreads, media deceives,
Toilets of fools, truth it bereaves.
Pierce the smoke — reveal what grieves.

---

Filth devours, fools obey,
Expose the lies, shatter the sway.

Filth rules, madness spreads,
Smash the liars, break their threads.

Cattle chew lies, blind they play,
Laugh at filth, then clear the way.

Madness reigns, media deceives,
Pierce the smoke — truth perceives.



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Toilets

Chewing the cud of filth,
Obsessive lies, petty trash,
Hour by hour, all feast on sewage,
Happy as toilets among fools.

Only formally do places and events differ —
Madness everywhere, ending in a servile louse.
The world is run through media,
No nations left, politics dead.

All are clowns, cunning *******,
Spinning evil agendas in that wheel.
They follow the same scripts —
To frighten, slander, drown all in lies.

Chewing filth, hour by hour,
All feast on lies, sewage their power.
Media runs the world, fools comply,
Clowns spin evil agendas sly.

Madness rules, FILTH commands,
Cattle march, thought lost from all lands.
Lies devour more than poison or blade,
Evil reigns where all are swayed.

FILTH preaches, the world obeys,
Schools and screens craft endless malaise.
Cattle eat lies like sacred oil,
Bleating blind, trapped in toil.

Carrion loves decay it breeds,
Madness drags the world through weeds.
Few wise remain against the tide,
The rest serve Evil, chained inside.

Chewing filth, fools all comply,
Media spins lies, clowns rule the sky.
Believe the filth — expose the lie.
Filth devours, madness reigns,
Toilets of fools, drowning in chains.

Expose the liars — break their veins.
Cattle chew lies, happy as can be,
Clowns spin mirages for all to see.
Laugh at the filth — then set minds free.

Madness spreads, media deceives,
Toilets of fools, truth it bereaves.
Pierce the smoke — reveal what grieves.

Filth devours, fools obey,
Expose the lies, shatter the sway.
Filth rules, madness spreads,
Smash the liars, break their threads.

Cattle chew lies, blind they play,
Laugh at filth, then clear the way.
Madness reigns, media deceives,
Pierce the smoke — truth perceives.



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Toilets

Chew the filth!
Hour by hour!
Feast on lies, sewage your power!

Toilets of fools,
Blindly obey!
Madness spreads,
Clowns rule the day!

Scripts to frighten,
Scripts to slander,
Drown all in lies,
Break the candor!

Cattle chew lies,
Bleating blind,
Schools and screens,
Evil aligned!

Carrion breeds,
Decay it feeds,
Few remain wise,
The rest serve greed!

Believe the filth!
Expose the lie!
Pierce the smoke!
Truth will fly!

Smash the liars!
Break their threads!
Laugh at filth!
Clear the dreads!

Madness reigns,
Media deceives,
Pierce the smoke!
Truth perceives!



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock up on fire, on dynamite,
And burn it all, consume yourself.
Or die a fool, a weakling blight,
To please the **** who crave your wealth.

Burn lies, and also burn the ego —
That vile, inflating, hollow bubble.
Rest not, but run; let spirit grow,
And grasp the vastness, not the rubble.

Reach for heights — it takes some nerve,
And intuition joins the quest.
Only in Spirit does the mind preserve
Its ripeness; you are still a guest.

Delusions tower, vast and grim —
The very base of “being” lies.
The fools are thrilled to add their whim,
And feed the herd with endless lies.

The lies have grown a massive heap,
Avalanche-bound, they tumble down.
The mind now drifts, a weightless deep,
Drowned in deception’s cruel renown.

So burn all falsehoods, do not relent,
Or else your Soul will meet its doom.
Burn it all with heart unbent —
Thus the louse is purged by flame and plume.

People, lice, in global scope —
Soon all will be evaporated by fire.
The Earth is trapped by their false hope,
Scorched by the mercenary’s ire.

Only in Spirit can you survive,
When the Cataclysm comes to claim.
Do you tremble, barely alive?
Then downward you descend in flame.

Into a new Inferno, where errors reign,
And falsehoods strike with greater might.
Abandon all this rotting chain,
And flee this stench with all your sight.

Go inward — there lie every answer,
Every solution to each bind.
The realm of Spirit, Mind, and Radiance
Awaits, untouched by mortal kind.

Mind and Spirit fused as one,
And Light is their eternal base.
This Hell — a poison for the Soul begun,
Filth, Shame, Disgrace, and madness’ face.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock up on fire, on TNT,
Burn it all — consume yourself!
Or rot a fool for **** to glee,
Their greed your torment, your own hell.

Incinerate lies, and crush the ego,
That vile, puffed-up, nasty bubble.
Run, strike, pursue the Spirit’s flow,
Grasp the vastness, shatter the rubble.

Delusions tower, monstrous, grim,
The fools exult, feeding the herd.
Lies roll down in avalanche dim,
The mind afloat, a weightless word.

So burn, destroy, leave none behind,
Or Soul itself will meet decay.
Strike falsehoods hard, with sharpened mind,
Evaporate the lice away.

Lice of men, the global plague,
Soon purged, Earth freed from their chains.
The mercenary’s fire will make them vague,
Scorched by truth, no more remains.

Only in Spirit can you endure,
When Cataclysm shakes the ground.
Do you shiver? — the Inferno’s pure,
Descending where delusions pound.

Go inward — all answers lie
Within the realm of Mind and Light.
Spirit and Mind fused, soaring high,
Beyond the traps of shame and blight.

This Hell — poison to the Soul,
Filth, Disgrace, Madness’ fold.
Burn the errors, make the Spirit whole,
Claim the Light, and cast out the cold.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock up on fire, ignite the soul,
Burn it all — consume, make whole.

Crush the ego, incinerate lies,
Run through Spirit — the mind will rise.

Delusions tower, avalanche-bound,
Mind adrift, deception all around.

Burn falsehoods hard, spare nothing,
Evaporate the lice, purge the plotting.

Global plague of fools, scorched by flame,
Earth freed from greed, no one to blame.

Only in Spirit, the Soul survives,
When Cataclysm shakes, the Inner thrives.

Go inward — answers all reside,
Mind and Spirit fused, Light as guide.

Hell is poison, shame, disgrace,
Burn the errors — claim your space.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock fire.
Ignite the soul.
Burn it all.
Consume, be whole.

Crush ego.
Incinerate lies.
Run through Spirit.
Let mind rise.

Delusions tower.
Avalanche-bound.
Mind adrift.
Deception all around.

Burn falsehoods.
Spare nothing.
Evaporate lice.
Purge plotting.

Fools’ plague global.
Scorched by flame.
Earth freed.
None to blame.

Only Spirit saves.
Soul survives.
Cataclysm strikes.
Inner thrives.

Go inward.
Answers reside.
Mind and Spirit fused.
Light as guide.

Hell poisons.
Shame and disgrace.
Burn errors.
Claim your space.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

Stock fire.
Ignite the soul.

Burn it all.
Consume yourself.

Crush ego.
Incinerate lies.

Run through Spirit.
Let mind rise.

Delusions tower.
Avalanche-bound.
Mind adrift.
Deception swirls.

Burn falsehoods.
Spare nothing.
Evaporate lice.
Purge plotting.

Fools’ plague global.
Scorched by flame.
Earth freed.
None remain.

Only Spirit saves.
Soul survives.
Cataclysm strikes.
Inner thrives.

Go inward.
Answers lie.
Mind and Spirit fused.
Light as guide.

Hell poisons.
Shame and disgrace.
Burn errors.
Claim your space.

Stock fire.
Ignite.
Burn.
Be whole.



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The Furnace and the Inferno

STOCK FIRE
IGNITE THE SOUL

BURN IT ALL
CONSUME YOURSELF

CRUSH EGO
INCINERATE LIES

RUN THROUGH SPIRIT
LET MIND RISE

DELUSIONS TOWER
AVALANCHE-BOUND
MIND ADRIFT
DECEPTION SWIRLS

BURN FALSEHOODS
SPARE NOTHING
EVAPORATE LICE
PURGE PLOTTING

FOOLS’ PLAGUE GLOBAL
SCORCHED BY FLAME
EARTH FREED
NONE REMAIN

ONLY SPIRIT SAVES
SOUL SURVIVES
CATACLYSM STRIKES
INNER THRIVES

GO INWARD
ANSWERS LIE
MIND AND SPIRIT FUSED
LIGHT AS GUIDE

HELL POISONS
SHAME AND DISGRACE
BURN ERRORS
CLAIM YOUR SPACE

STOCK FIRE
IGNITE
BURN
BE WHOLE



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist little jerks,
Judas of every hue —
Lies lash fools hard,
No one is safe from view.

A fool in a fascist world
Is just another cog,
In the machine of powers,
No problem in the dogged slog.

Cunning propagandists strike fast,
Blinding **** at the helm,
Corrupt ******* follow their lead,
The result of their work — the realm of death.

Some are executed,
Others take the posts,
In these grim times,
Where cattle rule the coasts.

Remnants of people
Cannot resist the vile,
The spectacle of executions
Is terror’s only style.

Terror lasts through ages,
Names may change,
If not a fool — you see it clear:
It’s war that’s all the range.

War to extinguish reason
And Spirit in hell’s embrace,
False plagues bind together
The threads of every place.

Between hot war, cold war,
And hybrid shades in between —
Few are awake,
The world is sick, the mind unseen.

Fascist little jerks,
Judas of every hue,
It all will end simply —
Armageddon for the lice crew.

Spiritual units,
Can they save? Perhaps…
But for now, Hell continues,
Universal nothingness enwraps.



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist jerks!
Judas all around!
Lies lash fools,
No safe ground.

Fool in fascist world,
Just another cog.
Power machine spins,
Death logs.

Propagandists strike fast,
Blind the **** in charge.
Corrupt ******* follow,
Execution large.

Some fall —
Others rise.
In grim times,
Cattle’s prize.

Remnants resist?
Cannot fight the vile.
Execution spectacle
Is terror’s style.

Terror through ages,
Names may shift.
If not a fool,
See the rift.

War to burn reason,
Extinguish Spirit’s flame.
False plagues bind,
Thread all the same.

Hot war, cold war,
Hybrid in between.
Few are awake,
World sick, unseen.

Fascist jerks!
Judas of all hue.
It ends simply —
Armageddon for the lice crew.

Spiritual units —
Can they save?
Perhaps…
Hell still raves.

Universal nothing,
Wraps the land.
Strike the lies,
Take a stand.



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist jerks!
Judas all!

Lies lash fools.
No one safe.

Fools are cogs
In power’s wheel.

Propagandists strike.
**** blinded.
Corrupt follow.
Death comes.

Some fall.
Others rise.
Cattle rule.
People crushed.

Terror ages.
Names shift.
If not fool —
See the rift.

War burns reason.
Spirit fights.
False plagues bind.
World sick, blind.

Fascist jerks!
Judas all!
Armageddon comes
For lice crew.

Spiritual few
Might save…
Hell rages.
Nothing reigns.



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Fascist Propaganda

Fascist jerks!
Judas all around!

Lies lash fools!
No one is safe!

Fools are cogs
In power’s wheel.

Propagandists strike fast!
**** blinded!
Corrupt follow!
Death descends!

Some fall —
Others rise.
Cattle rule!
People crushed!

Terror spans ages!
Names shift!
If not a fool —
You see the rift!

War burns reason!
Spirit fights!
False plagues bind!
World sick, blind!

Fascist jerks!
Judas of all hue!
Armageddon comes!
For the lice crew!

Spiritual few —
Might save…
Hell rages!
Nothing reigns!

Strike the lies!
Take a stand!
Burn the ****!
Claim the land!



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

A thorny road
In the flickering night.
A little farther still —
Sit, and hold your quiet.

But there’s much more ahead:
Deceit and genocide.
The road to the camp
Lies open wide.

Fascism strikes with force:
It wants to devour all.
Its executioner, in frenzy,
Will spare not mother’s call.

The executioner of this fascism —
A clinical fool.
A face of neo-******,
A stronghold of demon’s rule.

This fool now holds power,
He’s doctor, he’s teacher too.
Filled with wild, raging passion,
He’ll deliver the verdict true.

The verdict on your suffering,
The verdict on your dreams.
No hope of salvation
In this bedlam’s schemes.

Bedlam, where humans
Are mere scattered dust.
The fool condemns them all,
Fulfilling his unjust trust.

What remains for the wise,
A tiny, precious few?
From mad cities flee,
Across the fields and dew.

Build communities strong
As fortresses of mind.
No time to hesitate —
Save your kin, or fall behind!

Else shame may **** you,
Or soon the fool’s hand brings
Death upon the worthy,
As their terror sings.



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

Thorny road.
Flickering night.
A little farther —
Sit. Hold quiet.

Much ahead:
Deceit.
Genocide.
Road to the camp
Lies open wide.

Fascism strikes.
It devours all.
Executioner frenzied,
Spares not mother’s call.

Executioner —
A clinical fool.
Face of neo-******,
Stronghold of demons’ rule.

Fool in power.
Doctor. Teacher.
Wild passion rages.
Verdict delivered.

On your suffering.
On your dreams.
No salvation
In this bedlam’s schemes.

Humans?
Scattered dust.
Fool condemns all,
Justice lost.

Wise few remain.
Tiny, precious crew.
Flee mad cities,
Across fields anew.

Build communities strong.
Fortresses of mind.
No time to hesitate —
Save your kin!

Shame may ****.
Fool’s hand brings death.
Strike, resist, survive —
Breathe the Spirit’s breath.



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

Thorny road.
Flickering night.

A little farther —
Sit. Hold quiet.

Deceit.
Genocide.

Road to the camp
Lies open wide.

Fascism strikes.
It devours all.

Executioner frenzied.
Spares not mother.

Fool in power.
Neo-**** face.

Demons rule.
Verdict delivered.

Suffering judged.
Dreams destroyed.

No salvation.
Bedlam reigns.

Humans?
Scattered dust.

Wise few remain.
Tiny crew.

Flee mad cities.
Cross fields anew.

Build strong communities.
Fortresses of mind.

No time to hesitate.
Save your kin!

Shame may ****.
Fool’s hand brings death.

Strike.
Resist.
Survive.

Spirit breath.
Claim life.



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The Road to the Concentration Camp

Thorny road!
Flickering night!

A little farther —
Sit. Hold quiet!

Deceit!
Genocide!

Road to the camp
Lies open wide!

Fascism strikes!
It devours all!

Executioner frenzied!
Spares not mother!

Fool in power!
Neo-**** face!

Demons rule!
Verdict delivered!

Suffering judged!
Dreams destroyed!

No salvation!
Bedlam reigns!

Humans?
Scattered dust!

Wise few remain!
Tiny crew!

Flee mad cities!
Cross fields anew!

Build strong communities!
Fortresses of mind!

No time to hesitate!
Save your kin!

Shame may ****!
Fool’s hand brings death!

Strike!
Resist!
Survive!

Spirit breath!
Claim life!



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The Rot

A living poet — like a bone in the throat,
A dead writer — he’s the sickness afloat.
They all provoke rage,
When minds… minds clog in a thrombosed cage.

Rotten lies form the clot,
Their surge intensifies the plot.
No need for bombs anymore:
Lies alone will **** to the core.

To clear the brain — the poet is here,
But only for the few who hear.
In those whose clots are small —
Madness barely reaches at all.

Only for those whose conscience gnaws
At every system flaw,
The writer, if not an idiot,
Will sweep away the lies that blot it.

But the incorruptibles among them
Grow fewer each passing year.
The poet, when “wild” and extreme,
Rarely sells — the soul is clear.

The dead can be castrated,
Pickings taken by vile hands.
The rot of the dead — to live with it
Is like dwelling in a crypt, bowing to faces.

Faces disgust — to zombies,
Yet those faces offend them not.
The world’s bedlam is dead:
Few living remain — passive, flat.

Passive — like a mannequin,
While death knocks at your door.
Rise, ignite — burn all decay!
Prove what you’re worth, today, before the fray.



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The Rot

Living poet —
Bone in throat.

Dead writer —
Sickness afloat.

They provoke rage,
Minds clogged in thrombs.

Rotten lies —
Clots form.
No bombs needed —
Lies alone ****.

To clear the brain —
Poet’s the tool.
Only the few
Escape the fool.

Conscience gnaws —
At system flaws.
Writer, not idiot,
Sweeps away the lies.

Incorruptibles?
Fewer each year.
Wild poets —
Rarely sell, soul clear.

The dead —
Picked by vile hands.
Rot of the dead —
Living in crypts, bowing to faces.

Faces disgust —
Zombies not phased.
World bedlam —
Living few, passive, dazed.

Passive —
Mannequin stance.
Death knocks —
Rise! Ignite!

Burn the decay!
Prove your worth!
Fight!
Live!



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The Rot

Living poet —
Bone in throat.

Dead writer —
Sickness afloat.

Rage provoked.
Minds clogged.

Rotten lies.
Clots form.

No bombs needed.
Lies alone ****.

Poet clears brain.
Few escape.

Conscience gnaws.
System flawed.

Incorruptibles few.
Wild poets rare.

The dead picked.
Rot reigns.

Faces disgust.
Zombies not fazed.

World bedlam.
Few living, passive.

Passive —
Mannequin stance.

Death knocks.
Rise! Ignite!

Burn decay!
Prove worth!
Fight!
Live!



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The Rot

Living poet —
Bone in throat!

Dead writer —
Sickness afloat!

Rage provoked!
Minds clogged!

Rotten lies!
Clots form!

No bombs needed!
Lies alone ****!

Poet clears brain!
Few escape!

Conscience gnaws!
System flawed!

Incorruptibles few!
Wild poets rare!

The dead picked!
Rot reigns!

Faces disgust!
Zombies not fazed!

World bedlam!
Few living, passive!

Passive —
Mannequin stance!

Death knocks!
Rise! Ignite!

Burn decay!
Prove worth!
Fight!
Live!



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The Director is Sick…

I’m tired of fools.
So many! Complete lost souls:
It’s impossible to live —
Without swimming against the flow.

Go with the current —
You’ll end in the madhouse.
A global one.
An idiot will consume you there.

He’ll impose his image:
“Normal” — sick in the head,
Worse than Death itself —
You’ll **** your soul. Chaos spreads.

Every day it gets more stupid —
Alive, we rot within it.
Only a Cataclysm will save —
It will crush fascism.

Slavery too will die,
But with the slaves.
The idiot sinks
Into a NEW HELL.
Stupidity — a SIN.
Stupid — a vile, terrible fiend.

Non-human love fools —
They hold all chains tight
In that madhouse of humans,
Few among the shadows.

Without a soul — you’re just a shadow.
Most are such.
Not laziness —
Stupidity made them this way.
Stupidity is mainstream.

They nurture, preserve, develop it.
The people rejoice in dullness —
Like cheerful cinema,
They laugh while minds decay.

But the director is sick —
Spreads horror, lawless chaos.
This is the End of History,
In plain speech — TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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The Director is Sick

Tired of fools.
So many lost souls.

Swimming with the flow?
You’ll end in the madhouse.

Global madhouse.
An idiot will consume you.

He imposes his image:
“Normal” — sick in the head.
Worse than death —
You’ll **** your soul. Chaos spreads.

Every day more stupid.
Alive, we rot.

Only Cataclysm saves —
Crushes fascism.

Slavery dies too,
With the slaves.
The idiot sinks
Into NEW HELL.

Stupidity — SIN.
Stupid — vile fiend.

Non-human love fools —
Chains hold tight.
Madhouse of humans,
Few among shadows.

Without a soul —
Just a shadow.
Most are such.
Stupidity made them this way.
Stupidity rules.

They nurture, preserve it.
People rejoice in dullness —
Like cheerful cinema.

But the director is sick —
Spreads horror, chaos.
End of History.
TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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The Director is Sick

Tired of fools.
So many lost souls.

Go with the flow —
Madhouse awaits.

Global madhouse.
Idiot consumes you.

“Normal” — sick in the head.
**** your soul.
Chaos spreads.

Every day more stupid.
Alive, we rot.

Cataclysm saves —
Crushes fascism.

Slavery dies too,
With the slaves.

Stupidity — SIN.
Vile fiend.

Non-human love fools.
Chains hold tight.
Few among shadows.

Without a soul —
Just a shadow.
Most are such.

They nurture dullness.
People rejoice.

Director is sick —
Horror spreads.
End of History.
TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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The Director is Sick

Tired of fools!
So many lost souls!

Go with the flow —
Madhouse awaits!

Global madhouse!
Idiot consumes you!

“Normal” — sick in the head!
**** your soul!
Chaos spreads!

Every day more stupid!
Alive, we rot!

Cataclysm saves!
Crushes fascism!

Slavery dies too!
With the slaves!

Stupidity — SIN!
Vile fiend!

Non-human love fools!
Chains hold tight!
Few among shadows!

Without a soul —
Just a shadow!
Most are such!

They nurture dullness!
People rejoice!

Director is sick!
Horror spreads!
End of History!
TOTAL F#CK-UP!



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****** Little World

Don’t trust, don’t hope,
Don’t think about the crap —
Just laugh at it,
Or lose your mind.

The whole world’s rotten —
Exemptions are rare.
On the surface it seems important —
But fools are everywhere.

A critical mass
Of gloomy fools —
Then everything misses the mark.
And lies are chains here.

So not to believe
Is the only way,
Or you’ll open the door
To **** — and that’s horror.

The end of this little world is near,
Time counted in years,
So low and miserable —
It suffers the Devil’s reign.

They’ll dry you out,
And kick you into a New Hell.
Total soullessness —
Has everyone lost their mind?

What outcomes can exist here?
Here are devils, not gods,
And the wretched half-wit
Serves them obediently.

The lowly half-dunce —
Dutiful citizen,
Beneath petty lessons,
Since the Devil rules.

Don’t trust, don’t hope,
Don’t submit to the Dark.
Even if they **** — laugh,
Out loud, not in your mind.



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****** Little World

Don’t trust.
Don’t hope.

Don’t think about crap —
Just laugh.

The world’s rotten.
Exemptions rare.

Fools everywhere.
Critical mass.

Everything misses.
Lies are chains.

Not to believe —
The only way.

Open the door to **** —
Horror awaits.

End is near.
Time counts in years.

Low and miserable —
Devil reigns.

They’ll dry you out,
Kick you into New Hell.

Soullessness total.
Everyone lost their mind?

Devils, not gods.
Half-wits serve obediently.

Lowly dunce,
Dutiful citizen.

Don’t trust.
Don’t hope.

Don’t submit to the Dark.
Even if they **** — laugh.

Out loud,
Not in your mind.



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****** Little World

Don’t trust!
Don’t hope!

Don’t think about crap —
Just laugh!

The world’s rotten!
Exemptions rare!

Fools everywhere!
Critical mass!

Everything misses!
Lies are chains!

Not to believe —
The only way!

Open the door to **** —
Horror awaits!

End is near!
Time counts in years!

Low and miserable —
Devil reigns!

They’ll dry you out!
Kick you into New Hell!

Soullessness total!
Everyone lost their mind?!

Devils, not gods!
Half-wits serve obediently!

Lowly dunce!
Dutiful citizen!

Don’t trust!
Don’t hope!

Don’t submit to the Dark!
Even if they **** — laugh!

Out loud!
Not in your mind!



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Effort and Powerlessness

Not a little effort passed —
The difficult path is done.
Aspiration shatters powerlessness,
Rage drives out doubt like the sun.

Fools have no doubts,
But to sink in this — nowhere leads.
And trembling over mere skin —
Becomes a freak, forever it feeds.

If critical sense is not multiplied,
You’ll drown in vile, shameless lies.
And if intuition is destroyed —
All you’ll see are endless mirages.

Half the world lives in those illusions?
Much more! The few are spared.
Free cheese — and one can fall low,
Worshiping, bowing, humbled, impaired.

That’s the fate of three-quarters
Of all peoples. Eternity endures
With devils’ mockery and tortures
That crush and burn, leave no cures.

Put in your not-small efforts
To grasp this whole Inferno.
Intuition is the wings
That will carry you from the wretched below.

Corruption surrounds everywhere,
Freaks babble lies of truth.
Consciousness in humans melts —
Shame, horror, and disgrace in the booth.

So rise! Fly! Only Spirit’s wings
Will swiftly lift you away.
In Hell, even a dung fly
Flies around — spreading death and decay.

Propagandists babble on air,
CowID spreads war and fear.
In this foolish world,
That lies drag everyone down, near.



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Effort and Powerlessness

Not a little effort passed!
The difficult path is done!

Aspiration shatters powerlessness!
Rage drives out doubt like the sun!

Fools have no doubts!
But to sink in this — nowhere leads!

Trembling over mere skin —
Becomes a freak, forever it feeds!

If critical sense is not multiplied —
You’ll drown in vile, shameless lies!

Destroy intuition —
All you’ll see are endless mirages!

Half the world lives in those illusions?!
Much more! The few are spared!

Free cheese — and one can fall low!
Worshiping, bowing, humbled, impaired!

Three-quarters of all peoples —
Endure devils’ mockery and tortures!

Put in your efforts!
Grasp this whole Inferno!

Intuition is the wings!
They will carry you from the wretched below!

Corruption surrounds everywhere!
Freaks babble lies of truth!

Consciousness in humans melts —
Shame, horror, disgrace!

Rise! Fly!
Only Spirit’s wings will lift you away!

Even a dung fly in Hell —
Spreads death and decay!

Propagandists babble on air!
CowID spreads war and fear!

In this foolish world —
That lies drag everyone down!



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Effort and Powerlessness

Not a little effort!
Path is done!

Aspiration shatters weakness!
Rage drives out doubt!

Fools have no doubts!
Sink — nowhere!

Tremble over skin —
Become a freak!

Critical sense — multiply!
Or drown in lies!

Destroy intuition —
Mirages everywhere!

Half the world in illusions!
Few spared!

Free cheese — fall low!
Bow, worship, humbled!

Three-quarters endure
Devils’ mockery!

Put in effort!
Grasp Inferno!

Intuition — wings!
Lift you from below!

Corruption everywhere!
Freaks babble lies!

Consciousness melts —
Shame, horror, disgrace!

Rise! Fly!
Spirit’s wings carry!

Even dung flies in Hell
Spread death!

Propagandists babble!
CowID spreads war!

Lies drag everyone down!



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Kind of “Russian World”

“Russian World” —
Dull and poor,
A half-führer and fools
Rule by the score.

It’s just a cargo cult —
History’s mocking grin.
A duplicate führer-cartoon
In Satan’s game, a pawn within.

One goal — to ****, oppress
Those who survived the slaughter.
To trust those creatures —
Is to serve the Dark, no other.

These creatures — zombied throng,
Listening to their TV-box,
Understand only nonsense,
While Hell itself mocks.

Only at the bottom
Of their killed intellect,
When war ignites — stakes matter,
Not books, not intellect.

In revolutions past,
They hanged all policemen.
And those days will come again —
The führer will be condemned.

Then all will erupt in wild revolt,
A revolt always futile, fierce.
Let all the creatures lie for now —
Their end will come, a dreadful curse.



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Kind of “Russian World”

“Russian World” —
Dull and poor!

Half-führer and fools —
Rule by the score!

Just a cargo cult —
History’s mocking grin!

Duplicate führer-cartoon —
Pawn in Satan’s game!

One goal — ****, oppress!
Those who survived!

Trust those creatures —
Serve the Dark!

Zombied throng!
TV-box fools!

Only nonsense!
Hell mocks true!

At the bottom —
Killed intellect!

When war ignites —
Stakes matter, not books!

In revolutions past —
They hanged all policemen!

Those days will come —
Führer condemned!

All will erupt —
Wild, futile revolt!

Let creatures lie!
Their end will come!
Dreadful curse awaits!



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Kind of “Russian World”

“Russian World” — dull!
Half-führer, fools rule!

Cargo cult!
History mocks!

Duplicate führer —
Pawn of Satan!

****! Oppress!
Survivors fall!

Trust them —
Serve the Dark!

Zombied throng!
TV fools!

Nonsense!
Hell mocks!

Killed intellect!
War ignites!

Stakes matter!
Not books!

Revolutions past —
Policemen hanged!

Days will come —
Führer condemned!

Wild revolt!
Futile, fierce!

Creatures lie!
End will come!
Dreadful curse!



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Pain

Pain is the indicator,
A signal even for lies.
Where a fascist is dictator,
Deception never dies.

If it hurts within you —
It means you still live.
You love breathing freely
In Hell that deceit gives.

Pain here is a reward —
A sign of mind alive.
“Life” rejoices only
In pieces of filth that thrive.

Only suffering
Is the soul’s true lot.
In harshness and in hardship,
All here are taught.

For without shuddering,
To see all of Hell,
Only a piranha could gaze —
Death is all that dwells.

Death of Mind and Conscience,
Honor and Soul alike.
No sadder tale exists:
Humans are lice in this spike.

Worship your pain,
Strengthen your mind:
If you want true Freedom,
Many sorrowful thoughts you’ll find.

If your mind is strong —
You will not stray,
In a world where all are blind,
And lies hold sway.

Only a few
Are exceptions here.
They are like birds —
Falling today, I fear.

No swallows remain.
The sun hovers — horror spreads:
One must vow
To purge all the dregs.

The dregs of foolishness,
The stench of fascist schemes:
In this dreadful world,
Fascism reigns supreme.

There will be much pain —
It will cleanse the Spirit,
The power where only Will exists,
Where no slaves or servants persist.



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Pain

Pain is a sign —
Even for lies!

Where fascists rule —
Deception never dies!

If it hurts —
You still live!
You love to breathe
In Hell’s false sieve!

Pain is reward —
Sign of mind alive!
Life rejoices only
In filth that thrives!

Suffering —
The soul’s true lot!
In hardship, in harshness —
All here are taught!

Without shudder —
To see all Hell,
Only a piranha
Could dwell!

Death of Mind,
Death of Conscience,
Honor and Soul —
Humans as lice!

Worship pain!
Strengthen mind!
Want Freedom?
Sorrow you’ll find!

Few are strong —
Birds falling today!
No swallows remain,
Sun hovers — dismay!

Purge the dregs,
Fascist stench!
Pain will cleanse
Spirit and Will!



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Pain

Pain signals lies.
Fascists rule.
Deception reigns.

Hurts —
You live!
Breathe free
In Hell!

Pain rewards.
Mind alive.
Life feasts
On filth.

Suffer —
Soul’s lot.
Hardship teaches.
All endure.

Shudder —
See Hell.
Only piranhas
Survive.

Mind dies.
Conscience gone.
Honor lost.
Humans — lice.

Worship pain.
Strengthen mind.
Freedom demands
Sorrow.

Few survive.
Birds fall.
No swallows.
Sun hovers.

Purge dregs.
Fascist stench.
Pain cleanses
Spirit.
Will rises.



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Intensity

The essence of life — the fiercest blaze:
Burn yourself completely, leave no trace.
Or else a wild tide will sweep your mind,
Lies and madness crushing all behind.

You must seek the path to true escape,
Develop your mind, stay sharp, awake.
It’s hard at times, yet you must press on
Toward Freedom’s light — or all is gone.

Worldwide fascism multiplies the pain,
Building a global camp of cruel disdain,
Where care itself becomes sadistic art.
You must strike back, resist with heart.

Do not fear — you’re already dead,
No hope remains among the cattle spread.
Though faces foul may churn your gut,
Fight, endure, be ready for the cut.

Your Soul is saved only in the fray —
No other way remains today.
Never bow to fate’s malevolent hand —
Above all else, let honor stand.

Seek allies with whom the fight is true —
Only together can we break through.
You do not need the fate of a slave —
Black fascism looms, the nation’s grave.

Drive chaos from your mind away —
Since childhood, nonsense has held sway.
There, pseudo-science is night to thought,
Worldviews twisted, suffering wrought.

Only in Spirit will life persist,
Everything else is an empty mist.
The Sun burns this vile world away —
Flames over Reason, soulless all the way.

Strengthen your Spirit — all else is decay,
Do not cling to the valley of shame’s sway.
Soon you’ll leave this vile prison behind —
And enter the realm of Spirit, Mind, and Will aligned.



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Intensity

Life — blaze.
Burn fully.
No trace.

Wild tide
Sweeps mind.
Lies crush.
Madness reigns.

Seek path.
Mind sharp.
Press on.
Freedom calls.

Fascism spreads.
Pain grows.
Camp rises.
Sadism blooms.

Fear not —
Already dead.
Faces foul
Churn gut.

Fight.
Endure.
Soul saved
In fray.

Honor stands.
Never bow.
Allies unite.
Strike back.

Drive chaos
From mind.
Pseudo-science
Is night.

Spirit lives.
All else lies.
Sun burns
Vile world.

Strengthen Spirit.
Decay fades.
Leave prison.
Enter Realm.



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Intensity — Stage Version

Life — blaze.
(pause)
Burn fully.
(pause)
No trace.
(long pause)

Wild tide
Sweeps mind.
(pause)
Lies crush.
Madness reigns.
(long pause)

Seek path.
Mind sharp.
(pause)
Press on.
Freedom calls.
(long pause)

Fascism spreads.
Pain grows.
(pause)
Camp rises.
Sadism blooms.
(long pause)

Fear not —
Already dead.
(pause)
Faces foul
Churn gut.
(long pause)

Fight.
Endure.
(pause)
Soul saved
In fray.
(long pause)

Honor stands.
Never bow.
(pause)
Allies unite.
Strike back.
(long pause)

Drive chaos
From mind.
(pause)
Pseudo-science
Is night.
(long pause)

Spirit lives.
All else lies.
(pause)
Sun burns
Vile world.
(long pause)

Strengthen Spirit.
Decay fades.
(pause)
Leave prison.
Enter Realm.



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Intensity

Life.
Blaze.

Burn.­
All.

Tide.
Wild.

Mind.
Swept.

Lies.
Crush.

Madness.
Rules.

­Seek.
Path.

Mind.
Sharp.

Press.
On.

Freedom.
Calls.

Fascism.
­Spreads.

Pain.
Rises.

Camp.
Blooms.

Fear.
None.

Dead.
Already­.

Fight.
Endure.

Soul.
Saved.

Honor.
Stands.

Allies.
Unite.

­Strike.
Back.

Chaos.
Drive.

Spirit.
Lives.

Sun.
Burns.

Decay.­
Fades.

Leave.
Prison.

Enter.
Realm.



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­

Intensity

LIFE.
BURN.
ALL.

TIDE.
WILD.
CRUSH.

MIND.
SWEEP.
L­IES.

MADNESS.
RULES.
NONE.

SEEK.
PATH.
SHARP.

PRESS.
ON.
FREED­OM.

FASCISM.
SPREADS.
RISE.

CAMP.
BLOOM.
FEAR.
NONE.

DEAD.
ALR­EADY.
FIGHT.
ENDURE.

SOUL.
SAVE.
HONOR.
STAND.

ALLIES.
UNITE.
S­TRIKE.
BACK.

CHAOS.
DRIVE.
SPIRIT.
LIVE.

SUN.
BURN.
DECAY.
FADE­.

LEAVE.
PRISON.
ENTER.
REALM.



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Strug­gle

There is but one true aim — to struggle,
And one great meaning — to create.
It means to crush all forms of ugliness,
To be alert, courageous, wise in state.

The path is hard — for strength will wane,
All **** arise to block the way,
In lands where fools alone remain,
Where ties with the Creator fray.

It’s hard to gather all as one —
Solitude is most the common fate.
Without it, rebirth is never won,
Though you yourself be thrice as great.

Creation too is needed here —
A soil for all our fighting seed.
To build communities sincere,
And ****** the best from fate’s dark greed.

This fate the fascists plan for all,
Constructing camps, now worldwide dread.
Much shame and blood will rise and fall,
If we do not strike the fiend’s head.

Autonomy forms the very base,
And free exchange survives alone.
We must rebuild the world from space,
To shatter fascism’s prison stone.

That is, we must forge the tools
For life where you remain sovereign.
Do not let slip your fleeting rules,
Shake off the dust of old life’s din.

Systems ready lie within our reach —
The Spark Movement, for one, is true.
These themes alone demand our speech,
Be bold, be swift, be firm in view.

Enlightenment must also grow,
To scatter lies of slavery wide.
This alone grants the path to know
The Light’s great forces, multiplied.

Only truthful knowledge must surge strong,
Expose the wounds the system keeps.
Where fascists feast and thieves belong,
Reveal the lies that evil reaps.

These tasks, their solving, shall release
Our souls from Hell’s oppressive chains.
Be active, wise, through all caprice —
Labor for the world’s salvation gains.



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Struggle

Fight the ****, crush the lies,
Raise the Light where Darkness dies.
Build, unite, let freedom roar —
Shatter fascism forevermore!



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Strike, rebel — burn the rot!
Freedom rises, fascists rot!

---

Smash the lies, crush the fools!
Let the Light break all their rules!

---

Burn the ****, purge the night!
Freedom strikes with blazing might!

---

Rise, revolt, destroy the chain!
Fascist shadows burn in flame!

---

Raze the tyrants, crush the lies!
Let their empire rot and die!

---

Stand and fight, the dark must fall!
Strike the chains that bind us all!

---

Torch the ****, ignite the night!
Let the flames reveal the right!

---

Crush the pestilence of lies!
Raise the banner, pierce the skies!

---

Smash the liars! Burn their throne!
No mercy for the ******, alone!

---

Rise, strike hard, let darkness fall!
Chains break, tyrants crawl!

---

Crush deceit! Crush the beast!
Fight until the lies have ceased!

---

Torch the ****, purge the vile!
Freedom forged through fire and trial!

---

No compromise, no retreat!
Smash the scourge beneath our feet!

---

Crush the liars, scorch their lies!
Let the tyrant burn and die!

---

Rise, resist, strike with flame!
No more puppets, no more shame!

---

Smash the chains, break the wall!
Only fire will heed the call!

---

Torch the ****, purge the land!
Truth shall rise by fearless hand!

---

Foes shall fall, deceit undone!
Strike the darkness, strike as one!

---

Shatter lies, crush the throne!
No tyrant rules alone!

---

Burn the false, reveal the light!
Fight through shadow, fight the night!



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1. Burn the lies!
2. Crush the tyrants!
3. Strike the ****!
4. No mercy here!
5. Truth or death!
6. Scorch the false!
7. Rise, resist!
8. Shatter chains!
9. Light the fire!
10. Purge the rot!
11. Fear no lies!
12. Break the wall!
13. End the scourge!
14. Fight as one!
15. Death to fraud!



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1. Fire the sky!
2. Tear the veil!
3. Ashes for tyrants!
4. Crush the puppets!
5. Blood for truth!
6. Scald the liars!
7. Shatter the throne!
8. Rise from ruin!
9. Storm the lies!
10. Burn the scripts!
11. Scour the rot!
12. Hell for the false!
13. Chains will snap!
14. Earthquake the ****!
15. Souls ablaze!
16. Fear the righteous!
17. Silence the fraud!
18. Reign of Spirit!



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1. Fire the sky, let heavens burn!
2. Tear the veil, reveal the lies!
3. Ashes for tyrants, dust for kings!
4. Crush the puppets underfoot!
5. Blood for truth, veins for fire!
6. Scald the liars, blind their gaze!
7. Shatter the throne, topple the false!
8. Rise from ruin, forge the new!
9. Storm the lies, uproot the rot!
10. Burn the scripts, erase the chains!
11. Scour the corruption, purge the plague!
12. Hell for the false, abyss for the vile!
13. Chains will snap, shackles shatter!
14. Earthquake the ****, tremble the cowards!
15. Souls ablaze, spirits unbound!
16. Fear the righteous, quake in shame!
17. Silence the fraud, still the deceit!
18. Reign of Spirit, flame of will!
19. Strike the shadow, crush the dark!
20. Roar like thunder, split the night!
21. No mercy for traitors, none for snakes!
22. Rip the veil of lies in two!
23. Burn the idols, desecrate the false!
24. Flood the world with fire and truth!
25. Break the cycle, scatter the herd!
26. Smite the blind, awaken the few!
27. Let chaos forge the pure!
28. Ashes rain, yet seeds arise!
29. Fear not the abyss, dive within!
30. Spirit eternal, strike eternal!



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1. Burn the lies, scorch the false!
2. Crush the puppets underfoot!
3. Ash for tyrants, dust for kings!
4. Tear the veil, reveal the rot!
5. Strike the shadow, shatter the dark!
6. Flood the world with fire and truth!
7. Souls ablaze, spirits unbound!
8. Roar like thunder, split the night!
9. No mercy for traitors, none for snakes!
10. Break the chains, topple the false!
11. Chaos for the coward, power for the brave!
12. Smite the blind, awaken the few!
13. Ashes fall, yet seeds arise!
14. Fear not the abyss, dive within!
15. Eternal Spirit, strike eternal!



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1. Burn it all — lies, kings, and fools!
2. Ash for tyrants, fire for truth!
3. Strike the dark, split the night!
4. No mercy for snakes or traitors!
5. Break chains, topple false thrones!
6. Roar loud — awaken the few!
7. Chaos rains, courage rises!
8. Fear the abyss? Dive within!
9. Spirit strong, burn eternal!
10. Rise, strike, claim the light!



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Burn lies, crush the tyrants!
Strike the dark, awaken few!
Chaos rains — courage rises!
Dive within, ignite the Spirit!
Rise, strike, claim the light!



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Burn it all!
Crush the lies!
Strike the tyrants!
Awaken the few!
Rise — ignite!
Smash the dark!
Claim the Spirit!
Fight or perish!



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Rise, strike, burn it all!
Crush the lies, let darkness fall!
Awaken Spirit, seize the day!
Fight or fade — no other way!



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Burn the lies! Break the chains!
Rise, or rot in dark domains!

---

Strike the false, ignite the mind!
Leave the herd and chains behind!

---

Burn the lies, crush the herd,
Let your spirit soar unheard!

---

Smash deceit, ignite your flame,
No more puppets play the game!

---

Rage at falsehood, break their chains,
Only fire in your veins remains!

---

Tear the mask, reveal the rot,
Crush the fools, expose the plot!

---

Strike the tyrants, burn the lies,
Let their empire fall and die!

---

No compromise, no idle fear,
Only wrath and vision clear!

---

Smash the chains, crush the ****,
Only fire will overcome!

---

Burn the lies, purge the weak,
Truth will rise where darkness reeks!

---

Fools will fall, deceivers die,
No escape, no alibi!

---

Rage and will, unite as one,
Fight until the lies are gone!

---

Stand your ground, the hour is now,
Break the tyrants’ iron vow!

---

Smash the chains, crush the ****,
Only fire will overcome!

---

Burn the lies, purge the weak,
Truth will rise where darkness reeks!

---

Fools will fall, deceivers die,
No escape, no alibi!

---

Rage and will, unite as one,
Fight until the lies are gone!

---

Stand your ground, the hour is now,
Break the tyrants’ iron vow!

---

Strike the pest, the rotten core,
Feed the flames, let chaos roar!

---

No mercy for the twisted breed,
Only action, only deed!

---

Eyes wide open, fists held high,
Watch the tyrants burn and die!

---

Shatter walls of false control,
Raise the Spirit, free the soul!

---

Falsehood falls, the brave advance,
No retreat, no second chance!

---

Chains of fear—cut them through,
Rise as one, relentless crew!

---

Lie and traitor, both shall burn,
Only the vigilant shall return!

---

Darkness screams, yet we ignite,
Forge the day from endless night!

---

From the ashes, strength will bloom,
Every shadow meets its doom!

---

Strike the false, defend the true,
Power lies in what you do!

---

Burn the rot, scorch the lies,
Only fire purifies!

---

Rise, rebel, take your stand,
Crush the tyrant, claim the land!

---

Fools will scream, the **** will fall,
Chaos answers every call!

---

Strike the chains, break the cage,
Feed the flames of righteous rage!

---

No retreat, no mercy shown,
This is war—and you’re alone!

---

Lie, deceive, betray, expire,
Justice fueled by furious fire!

---

Smash the false, ignite the truth,
Fuel the fight, reclaim your youth!

---

Darkness falters, light will scream,
Rise relentless—shatter the scheme!

---

Tyrants quake, the ground will shake,
Every chain you break, the world will wake!

---

Truth’s blade strikes the venomous core,
Let them drown in lies no more!

---

No compromise, no half-measure,
All must burn—complete the pleasure!

---

Rage like thunder, strike like steel,
Every wound becomes a seal!

---

Corruption trembles at the sound,
Of minds awakened, unbound!

---

Fire in heart, steel in hand,
We will cleanse this poisoned land!

---

Fight, endure, ignite, transcend,
Chaos ends where courage bends!

---

Scorch the lies, burn the veil,
Only fire shall prevail!

---

Crush the ****, break their will,
Strike with fury, strike to ****!

---

Fools will cower, tyrants bleed,
Rage and wrath will take the lead!

---

No surrender, none survive,
Only the bold remain alive!

---

Chains shatter, walls decay,
Every dawn brings brutal day!

---

Corrupt will fall, deceit will burn,
No return, no stone unturned!

---

Light ignites the shadowed mind,
Leave the weak and blind behind!

---

Strike the lies, pierce the heart,
Tear the false world all apart!

---

Chaos reigns, yet we ascend,
Fight until the bitter end!

---

Darkness shivers at our roar,
We consume the rotten core!

---

Break the chains, defy the law,
Let them drown in fear and awe!

---

Rage like fire, cold as steel,
Every strike will make them kneel!

---

Tyrants crumble, lies decay,
Only truth will light our way!

---

Fury sharp, unchained, supreme,
Every blow’s a living scream!

---

Fight, burn, rise, transcend,
Only courage has no end!



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1.
Burn the lies!
Crush the ****!

2.
Strike the tyrants,
Shatter the throne!

3.
Chaos reigns,
We ascend!

4.
No chains,
No fear,
Only fire!

5.
Rage sharp,
Strike fast!

6.
Fools fall,
Truth rises!

7.
Dark trembles,
Light strikes!

8.
Destroy deceit,
Raise the brave!

9.
Fight, burn,
Rise again!

10.
Only courage,
Never bend!

11.
**** bleeds,
Fire feeds!

12.
Smash false kings,
Freedom rings!

13.
Strike hard,
Strike true!

14.
Ruthless fire,
Piercing through!

15.
End the lies,
Lift the skies!



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1.
Burn the veil,
See the core!

2.
Spirit rises,
Fools fall!

3.
Shatter illusions,
Strike the dark!

4.
Through the fire,
Consciousness leaps!

5.
Chains crumble,
Will ignites!

6.
Truth pierces,
Deceit dies!

7.
Soul sharp,
Mind free!

8.
Rise within,
Strike outward!

9.
Light tears,
Shadows bleed!

10.
Spirit wields,
Void obeys!

11.
Break the form,
Awaken might!

12.
Fire inside,
World bows!

13.
Beyond fear,
Beyond time!

14.
Energy surges,
Chains snap!

15.
Infinite blow,
Endless strike!



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1. Burn!
2. Rise!
3. Strike!
4. Shatter!
5. Leap!
6. Break!
7. Ignite!
8. Pierce!
9. Tear!
10. Free!
11. Smash!
12. Surge!
13. Awaken!
14. Crush!
15. Light!



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1. Annihilate!
2. Consume!
3. Vaporize!
4. Incinerate!
5. Obliterate!
6. Expose!
7. Devour!
8. Corrupt!
9. Crush!
10. Shred!
11. Pulverize!
12. Erupt!
13. Detonate!
14. Pierce the Veil!
15. Ascend!



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1. Ignite the Spirit!
2. Tear the Veil!
3. Burn the Shadows!
4. Awaken the Core!
5. Shatter the Chains!
6. Pierce the Illusion!
7. Rise Beyond!
8. Purge the False!
9. Illuminate the Abyss!
10. Flow through the Void!
11. Transcend the Flesh!
12. Claim the Will!
13. Merge with the Light!
14. Sweep the Corruption!
15. Become the Flame!



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I.
Ignite the Spirit!
Tear the Veil!
Burn the Shadows!
Awaken the Core!
Shatter the Chains!
Pierce the Illusion!
Rise Beyond!
Purge the False!
Illuminate the Abyss!
Flow through the Void!
Transcend the Flesh!
Claim the Will!
Merge with the Light!
Sweep the Corruption!
Become the Flame!

II.
Smash the Ugliness!
Be vigilant, brave, aware.
Fight the tide of idiots,
Where connection with the Creator broke.

Unite, or vanish alone —
Alone is the usual fate.
Without it, no rebirth awaits,
Though courage thrice you demonstrate.

Build, create — your battleground!
Form communities, stand together.
Rip the chosen from the shadowed fate,
Defy the camp the fascists craft.

Autonomy is the base,
Freedom flows without gold.
Rebuild a world from zero,
Break the chains the fascists hold.

Develop Enlightenment,
Dispel the lies of slavery.
This is Initiation,
Strength in Light’s mastery.

Truthful streams of information
Must flood and cleanse the world.
Expose the rot of deceitful systems,
Where fascists feast and schemes unfurl.

Act wisely, fiercely, tirelessly —
Labor for the salvation of all.

III.
Supply yourself with fire,
With TNT, burn it all.
Destroy the ego, the lies,
Even if you risk the fall.

The illusions are massive,
The foundation of existence.
Fools rejoice in lies,
But Spirit guides persistence.

The avalanche of falsehoods
Covers reason with weight.
Burn all delusions relentlessly,
Or your Soul faces fate.

Only in Spirit can you survive,
When cataclysms strike the world.
Rise above the deceit,
Let your wings of intuition unfurl.

Corruption surrounds everywhere,
Madness whispers its lies.
But the Spirit’s flame endures,
And from the ashes, freedom flies.



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Burn the lies, ignite your soul!
Smash the fools, reclaim control!
Rise in Spirit, shatter the night!
Fight with Light — unleash the might!



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Burn the lies, crush the weak!
Strike the fools, let justice speak!
Raise your Spirit, tear the night!
Fight with fire, wield your might!

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Smash the false, ignite the mind!
Shatter chains, leave fools behind!
Stand in Spirit, claim the day!
No retreat — the only way!

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Flame the lies, awaken soul!
Sweep the darkness, make it whole!
Spirit rises, break the chain!
Light through shadow, conquer pain!

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Fools abound, the world is sick!
Lie and rot, their only trick.
Crush the herd, rise through the pain!
Truth burns bright — **** the insane!

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Worship lies, devour the weak,
Clowns parade, their morals bleak.
Burn their shadows, shred the veil!
Spirit strikes — you cannot fail!

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Chains of fools, walls of deceit!
Kick the dirt beneath their feet.
Raise your mind, ignite your will!
Fools will fall — the world stands still!



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Burn the lies, crush the fools!
Spirit reigns — break the rules!

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Chains of deceit — tear them down!
Rise, strike hard, reclaim your crown!

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Fools in thrall, liars at play —
Smash the dark, ignite the day!

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No mercy for the blind and weak!
Truth is fire — let the strong speak!

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Smash the filth, scorch the lies!
Spirit soars — fools vaporize!

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Chains of horror, walls of deceit —
Crush them all beneath your feet!

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Lies rot deep, fools fall blind —
Strike with fire, leave none behind!

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World of slime, ruled by the weak —
Ignite the truth, let vengeance speak!

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Burn the puppets, purge the throng!
Spirit’s might crushes wrong!



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1. Burn the lies, shred the veil!
Truth strikes hard — fools will fail!

2. Chains of slime, walls of deceit —
Crush them now beneath your feet!

3. Scorched world, rotting mind —
Rise, strike, leave none behind!

4. Puppet masters, liars, snakes —
Shatter all their feeble stakes!

5. Spirit flares, darkness dies —
Fools will choke on their own lies!

6. Smash the filth, scorch the ****!
Vengeance comes — the end will drum!

7. Slaves of lies, the herd of fools —
Ignite your wrath, break all the rules!

8. Rot and slime, deceit and pain —
Strike with fire, cleanse the chain!

9. Weak and vile, they crawl, they cheat —
Raise your spirit, claim defeat!

10. False gods fall, the truth prevails —
Fools will drown in their own tales!