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Blue  Dec 2019
I didn't drown
Blue Dec 2019
I didn’t drown cause my eyes was closed
I didn’t drown cause I allowed water into my nose
I didn’t drown cause I froze my lungs
I didn’t drown cause of the sad songs I’ve sung
I didn’t drown cause I was too deep in the ground
I didn’t drown cause I didn’t make a sound
I didn’t drown cause I used all my oxygen to sink to the bottom
I didn’t drown cause the world wasn’t fairyland and blossoms
I didn’t drown cause I licked the water off my lips
I didn't drown cause I lost my grip
I didn’t drown cause my mouth was filled with saltwater
I didn’t drown cause I couldn’t hold my breath longer
I didn’t drown cause I didn’t take the bridge
I didn’t drown cause I chose to keep swimming after seeing the dead bodies in the ditch
I didn’t drown cause I swam back to the sharks
that left me with many open marks
I didn’t drown cause I didn’t untie the block around my ankle
I didn’t drown cause I wasn’t a perfect angel
I drown in my depression i drown in my anger I drown in my own demons I drown in my own tears I drowned swimming in other people’s sea of expectations.
So that’s why I’m no longer here...
Raven  Feb 2022
Drown Me
Raven Feb 2022
Nik
Drown me in the memory
Of your touch
On my body

Drown me in the memory
Of when it was a yes
Not a no

Drown me in the memory
Of being high
In your arms
With lovely kisses

Because I don't wanna drown
In the memories I have

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
Your arm around my neck
And your leg between mine
Forcing submission
Without permission

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
My nails digging into
The back of your hand
Doing anything I can
To remove it from behind

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
The emotionless expression
And lack of remorse
When you look at me as I lay
Hitting myself and screaming
Mentally in too much pain
As you never even said
"I'm sorry"

Monster
Drown me in the memory
Of when you were gone
And I was free to just
Be me

Drown me in the memory
Of all days I was away
At a friends place
Or camping peacefully

Drown me in the memory
Of when all you did was yell
And hit me
But never said you love me

Because I don't wanna drown
In the memories I have

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
All the nights I lay awake in wait
Waiting for you to come in
And use me as you please

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
All the times I'd avoid the shower
Because when I didn't
You had to come with

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
All the times you'd ask me
To come watch a movie
Because that wasn't all it was

Zeke
Drown me in the thought
Of meeting you again
And being happy
That you know me

Drown me in the thought
Of the movie theater
And hoping no one sees
As you mess around with me

Drown me in the thought
Of sneaking glances
And passionate kisses
Full of love

Because I don't wanna drown
In the memories I have

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
My no's going unheard
And never noticed
As I push you back

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
The pain as you forced your way
Inside of me
Into places I never wanted you to be

I no longer wanna drown in the memory of
When I told you what happened
And all you said was
I'm sorry but that was a long time ago
And I never even heard you

To everyone else
Who ever touched me
When I never said yes
And even said no

LEAVE MY MEMORY
And please
Just let me
Live in peace
Auguste/23/2021
Razors

Two razors — Greed and Stupidity —
They’re slitting all of our throats.
Corruption joins with complicity —
No need for loftier notes.

The rest is tossed in a corner,
Discarded, despised, and ignored.
Be we rams or obedient mourners —
We’re livestock, stunned and floored.

These razors shear every creature,
Some die without even a sound.
A lie, bold-faced and featureless,
Holds up the slaughterhouse ground.

We're comfy inside our cages,
Though drowning in filth and waste.
Not stallions — we’re stunted, aging —
All shrunken and spirit-erased.

Like pigs in suburban stables,
Like hamsters who serve and spin,
No batons or laws or cables —
Just scan the retinas in.

We moo and bleat with compliance,
Each gorging on popcorn and fries.
Our bodies — their prized alliance —
No souls, no truth in our eyes.

But these bodies — they’re sweet and tender
To the overlords of the pens.
They've knelt to the smooth pretender
Whose motto: “Consume all men.”

The slaughterhouses lie ready.
The clock has begun its beat.
It’s no longer war, but steady
Culling by needle and cheat.

A shot, and you're gently silenced,
To "save" from a phantom plague.
The rams and horses stay quiet —
Too scared of this scripted vague.



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Slaughter's smooth now — no blade, no war.
Just needles. Scanning. And a store.



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They bleat and munch while marching in —
The scanner smiles. Let cull begin.



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No rebels left — just docile meat,
Who trade their minds for snacks and heat.



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Diagnosis

Seventy percent are morons,
Twenty — twisted minds on edge.
Seven — frail, already worn ones,
Half a percent — the demons' sledge.

Less than three percent can function,
One in three is cracked or caught.
One in three — in self-destruction,
Fooled by lies that sold them rot.

Less than one percent are steady,
Sane and strong — a dying kind.
Even they aren't battle-ready —
Split apart and undermined.

It’s downhill from here — just faster.
This last percent will drown in muck,
In a world that loves disaster
And one goal: to self-destruct.

The focus now — obliteration
Of the human soul and brain.
The trend — full dehumanization,
Where half-devils rule the plain.

What’s left of men must rise, exploding,
Blow this twisted hell apart!
Though tired and bruised, start loading —
Call the fire to your heart.

Let the solar flame extinguish
This grotesque and reeking pit.
The mind is gone. The soul relinquished.
Flush this toilet — end this ****!



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One percent still dares to stand —
Light the fire, scorch the land.



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Soul is chained and mind is dead —
Time to burn the filth instead.



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They turned us into walking clay —
So blast the hell and clear the way!



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Bedlam of Imbeciles

If back then madness ruled the earth —
Half the world beneath fascist paws,
This new bedlam’s lost all worth —
An idiot march to Tartarus’ jaws.

In imbecile bedlam, none can live.
No tragic choices left to make.
No Hamlet’s question to forgive —
To be or not, no soul to stake.

Only Gorky’s bitter fight remains —
To **** the slave inside the mind.
Our fate: to purge these dark, vile stains —
The evil humankind must grind.

The filth of neo-fascist spawn,
We must destroy before the dawn!



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Idiots’ bedlam, world on fire —
Stamp them out, or drown in mire!




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Point of No Return

Decay has climbed beyond control,
Defeat and slavery lie ahead.
The schemes that swallow every soul
Leave reason, honor, conscience dead.

Mind, spirit, honor, all erased —
A genocide’s last chapter nears.
The point of no return is faced —
The dusk approaches, as it clears.

Halfwits roam where humans died,
Submissive drones, mere piglets’ breed.
Soon even those few left aside
Will face the purge to cut the seed.

The wise can only laugh in spite,
This hell won’t last for long, they say.
For God may still reclaim the night,
The devils’ feast will end one day.



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Decay reigns, the fools hold sway —
But God will end this cursed play.



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Unyielding Revolt

Only revolt, fierce and wild,
Can redeem us from this plight.
Sweep the lies, the demons piled,
Drive the darkness from our sight.

Inhuman hordes grow strong,
Waging war on humankind.
They’ve transformed the meek and wrong
Into cattle, dumb and blind.

We must unite — no more delay,
No more coward’s silent crows.
Or hell will grow, and on that day
The wise will rot in camps and rows.

Mad slaves will be turned to beasts,
No new mind will dare to rise.
Death camps sealed for all, at least —
Their hell etched beneath the skies.

The final battle now is near,
And victory shall be ours!
We’ll crush the fiends, dispel the fear —
And sweep away their dark powers.



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Rise or rot — the end’s begun!
Crush the fiends, the fight is won!



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Wake the mind! Break every chain!
Fight the dark — reclaim your reign!



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Weariness

Weariness retreats at last,
A curse from ages long ago,
For all the minds that still hold fast,
Before the world’s final blow.

Be strong amid the fading light,
‘Gainst neo-fascist blackened flags.
No fear if reason burns so bright —
Their twisted throne will lose its tags.

The battle’s not yet lost, my friend,
If steadfast will still holds its ground.
The fiends’ dark lies will meet their end,
In clouds of falsehoods, tightly bound.

Together they will fade and fall,
When fire from above descends —
The world cast down in judgment’s thrall,
For genocide’s cruel ends.



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Weariness fades — the fire’s near!
Fight the lies, burn out the fear!



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People on a Platter

Small folk of this fake land,
You’re food upon a plate,
Sons of lies, deceit's own brand,
Daughters forged by fate.

Everywhere—genocide,
Your spirit crushed and torn,
By filthy fascists’ tide,
Your light nearly shorn.

Dulling strikes you like a whip,
Decay is everywhere,
Fear and media’s cruel grip,
Breeds madness and despair.

You bow to **** and traitors,
Betrayed yourselves outright.
Your "joy" is just a faker’s,
Loving trifles slight.

The core you’ve long forgotten —
Only Spirit counts in fight.
And so you’ve drifted rotten,
In dung-flies’ hellish night.

Disinfection’s coming —
To save the Earth’s own breath:
You’re infection, humming —
They’ll slay all of your death.

Ruled by subhuman fiends,
To them, you’re just a louse,
Not servants but mere means —
Don’t question, keep your house!

The fly puffs up its cheeks,
A slave, with false defense,
Blaming reason, weak and meek,
While truth decays from sense.

Small folk of this fake land,
You’re eaten by the vile —
Rest’s but dreams unmanned,
A nightmare’s cruel mile.

After the cataclysm,
A new world will arise —
No fascist enemas,
No shooting-range disguise.

Only Spirit’s people
Will cross to that bright shore.
Dung-flies face the devil,
And demons yet once more.

New devils, new dark media,
Still lead the beasts astray.
Trust the vermin’s criteria —
And let the Serpent sway.

Vile worms spawn super-viles
In that new pit of hell.
No need for many trials —
Just live the fevered spell.

The madness shared by all,
The mark of slaves undone —
They call this life’s long crawl,
But it’s no race to run.

Slow death for the wise,
While cattle numb and eat,
Slave’s fate under false skies —
Betrayal’s bitter meat.

Names don’t matter anymore,
Just sell your soul to feed.
Though poison lines your store,
Strong lie — that’s all you need.

Small folk of every fake land,
Only fools stand tall,
Facing down the traitor’s band,
While reason’s shadows fall.

Driven to the frontlines,
By subhumans’ command,
Only lies grow like vines,
“Attack!” they shout on hand.

This is all propaganda,
If you strip away the haze.
But evil thrives in murk,
A nightmare’s cruel maze.



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The Final Surge

The final surge awaits —
You’ll smash to shards, beware.
If you’re not just dead weight —
Escape this lie and snare.

This place is fascist’s hell,
A traitors’ endless sea.
“Normal” now is dumb and fell,
Praising filth, debris.

Foundations crushed to dust —
That’s Bedlam’s bitter core.
You rot here like a rust,
A donkey — nothing more.

All paths grown thick with weeds,
Where fear and lies run free.
It’s hard to walk these creeds,
But hurry — flee with speed.

Decay’s so thick, it stings—
A stench that blinds the eyes.
In this false war of kings,
Forgotten guns arise.

Lies reap fools like crops,
As if they’re fighting wars.
No chains can bind, no locks
Stronger than their scores.

You tumble in that slime —
They call this “the true way.”
Two thirds are cattle’s grime —
Remember that, don’t stray.

If you intend to break
With some, beware the lies —
Their mouths will never quake,
Hungry, rat-tap cries.

Only Spirit guides,
Your gut must multiply.
Among the filth, truth hides,
Its scent is faint, but try —

***** forward in the dark,
Escape this madman's den.
What’s next beyond the mark —
Doesn’t matter then.

The stench will lessen there —
A bonus, not zero.
Soon cattle in despair
Will drop, their heads fall low.

Those beasts just eat and snitch,
A venom kills their kind,
A fake disease to twitch,
Delusions chained in mind.

Just warm-up’s CowID —
A fantasy of lies.
Before, there was the AIDS
That fooled the weak and wise.

They’ll believe all lies told,
And sell their backs to hell.
The beasts won’t save the fold,
Those fiends aren’t chosen well.

Only servants vile,
These fiends, no human breed.
Baphomet’s dark smile
Rules this world’s dark seed.

Is surge impossible?
Then tear yourself apart.
Better crushed in a coffin,
Than rot, betraying heart.

Surge! And Nature will
Fulfill this bitter call:
The time is near to **** —
Cataclysm will fall.

A hellish world will rise,
If Spirit’s caged and crushed,
A vow to serve despise —
The flies, still overbrushed.

And they will crush you now —
The count is years, not days.
If Spirit still burns, how?
You’ll leave this hellish maze.

You’re from the worlds of pain —
The worst of all you know.
Be brave, endure the strain,
If not a cracked shadow.

Only madmen will
Whine that hell’s their friend.
It’s hard to live and feel
If not a beast to bend.

So surge. Tear through and tear —
Your sinews snap, but Spirit flies.
Your mind, your soul are rare —
Amidst the fiends’ disguise.

Among Satan’s slaves —
This sentence seals your fate.
Forever bound, no waves,
Only dreams or hate.



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Surge! Break through the lies,
Smash the dark, hear our cries!
No chains can hold the free —
Spirit burns eternally!



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Surge and tear, no mercy shown,
Break the chains, face the throne!
Fools and fiends—your time is done,
Spirit fights—will not be shunned!

Crush the filth, burn the lies,
Smash the dark where hatred flies!
Better broken than a slave,
Rise, rebel—hell to brave!



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Oh, break your bones and bleed for them,
Those masters of the dung and ****!
Serve the fools who’re kings of dirt —
Your life’s a joke, your pain’s dessert.

Tear yourself to bits — hooray!
They’ll clap and jeer along the way.
What’s left to lose? Just chains and shame —
Congrats, you’re all part of the game!



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Rip your guts for filthy fiends,
Those kings of rot and rotten means!
Bend your necks to filth’s demands —
The world’s a circus, you’re the clowns’ stands!

Break your backs, bleed for the freaks,
The puppeteers of all your leaks.
What’s left but chains and endless pain?
Welcome to the bottom — here you’ll reign!



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The Main Question

"Are they so very different?" —
A trap of questions, sharpest yet!
Ugly fools and Judas fiends,
Rude and vile, no shame to get.

Fools who call themselves elite,
Teachers, clerks, and pompous prigs —
World’s a carcass, full of rot,
Its disease: a soulless rig.

Soulless are like berries wild,
All the same upon this field.
Remember this before you judge,
No matter what the masks may shield.

Styles and fashions mean but dust,
Wicked words with twisted gloss —
All these monsters soulless, cold,
No true heart beneath the dross.

They serve the evil’s hand unseen,
The astral world hungers black,
Souls once lost in ugly skins —
Deceit in every crack.

"Are they so very different?" —
Ideologies, a blur!
All infected with the same,
A steaming, foul demur.

They sell you lies and chains of shame,
But dress it up in false disguise.
Insanity’s the main claim,
Madness wrapped in clever lies.

"Are they so very different?" —
Ask about their ‘faith’ and creed.
Those tricks made for spirit’s plague,
A verbal rot, a need.

Priests and elders spread the stink,
You’ll lose feeling, lose your touch.
Only those who still can sense
Know they’re needless — just a crutch.

For the soulless, they exist —
Murk and lies for the blind crowd.
"Are they so very different?" —
False sciences, false gods loud.

Not just nonsense — endless noise,
Distracts from what’s the main theme:
Soul above all else must reign,
Without Spirit, no true dream.

Knowledge’s impossible
When Spirit’s woven in all.
Consciousness led astray in lies
Where matter’s fools hold the thrall.

What’s valued there is corpses’ weight,
The living lost in endless fight.
Hell’s beasts forever war with Spirit’s light.
Believe their lies — you drown in blight.

In this shameful, fake charade,
Only one true question stands:
"Are they so very different?" —
Keep asking, hold your hands.

Those ugly fiends won’t fool you now —
Science, false faith, rotten courts,
Chains of evil hang above —
If you listen, you’re the lost.

"Are they so very different?" —
Your path, your heavy cross to bear.
Monsters made it so — their curse,
The devil’s grip, the snare.

But those of Light will glide with ease,
Through nonsense foul and fake disguise.
They love one Truth, pure and clear —
You’ll find it deep inside.

Spirit and Light alone are true.
The unclean only lie —
Now open wide your eyes and see:
Their end is nigh.



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The Burning Question

“So, are they really different?” —
That’s the sneaky trap they set!
Ugly fools and Judas snakes,
Rude and shameless, **** and threat.

“Smart ones,” teachers, snobs, and clerks —
All the world’s a rotting grave.
Its disease? The soulless curse,
Nothing more than mindless slaves.

Soulless—like a berry’s stain,
All the same across the field.
Mark it well before you judge:
Masks don’t hide what’s truly real.

Fashion, trends, slick words — a joke,
All these monsters soulless, vile.
They serve evil undercover,
Hiding hate behind a smile.

“Are they really that distinct?” —
All their ideologies—trash!
Infected vapors, steaming lies,
All designed to crash and clash.

Selling chains disguised as gold,
Madness dressed in mental rags.
If you’re sane, you see the farce:
Crazed fools waving empty flags.

“Are they really that distinct?” —
Ask their “faiths” and holy shows.
Spirit’s plague, a verbal rot,
Priests who puke their sacred blows.

They’ll drain your feeling, crush your sense,
Only the sharp see through their game.
Those parasites? They’re useless props,
Feeding lies to feed the flame.

Soulless flock to hear their lies,
False sciences and gods betrayed.
Not mere nonsense, endless noise—
Distractions from the price you’ve paid.

Soul is all — the true main act,
Without the Spirit, none can know.
Consciousness is led astray,
By fools who worship what is low.

What’s valued there? The dead, the cold,
While hell’s fiends battle Spirit’s flame.
Buy their lies? You’ll drown and choke,
Sinking deep in shame and blame.

In this charade of shame and fake,
Only one question cuts through lies:
“Are they really that distinct?” —
Keep it sharp, expose their ties.

Ugly beasts won’t fool you now—
Fake “science,” faiths, and rotten courts.
Chains of evil choke the world —
If you listen, you’re their sport.

“Are they really that distinct?” —
Your path, your cross, your heavy fight.
Monsters made it hell on earth,
Devil’s grip and endless night.

But those of Light will slip right past
The filth, the noise, the false charade.
They love one Truth, pure and bright —
You’ll find it deep inside the shade.

Spirit and Light, the only real,
The unclean spin their filthy lies.
Open your eyes, tear off the veil —
Their end is coming; hear their cries.



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The Burning Question

“Are they really
that different?” —
That’s the trap,
the ***** trick.

Fools and snakes,
the Judas pack,
Rude and ugly —
all the same black.

“Smart ones”? Ha!
Teachers, snobs,
The world rots deep —
no souls, just mobs.

Soulless fruit
on rotten fields,
Look close,
the mask reveals.

Trends and words —
all empty shells,
Monsters hide
in soulless hells.

“Different?” Lies!
Ideologies—
Just smoke,
infected disease.

Chains they sell,
disguised as gold,
Madness wears
a mask so cold.

Sane? You see
the madness clear,
Fools waving
flags of fear.

“Faiths?” Rot!
Spirit’s plague,
Priests spew bile,
their words just vague.

Feelers crushed,
sense undone,
Only sharp
see through their run.

Parasites
feed lies and flame,
Soulless flock
to worship shame.

False science,
fake gods praised,
Noise and trash,
all wisdom razed.

Soul’s the key—
Spirit’s core,
Without them,
knowledge’s poor.

Conscious led
to lies and dirt,
Fools bow down,
and truths get hurt.

Value there?
Cold and dead,
Hell’s fiends fight
Spirit’s thread.

Buy their lies,
drown in shame,
Sink in mud—
lose the game.

Shameful world,
fake and foul,
One sharp question
breaks the howl:

“Are they really
that different?” —
Ask it loud,
cut the serpent.

Ugly beasts
can’t fool you now,
Fake faiths,
corrupt know-how.

Evil chains
bind the globe,
Hear their lies?
You’re their dope.

“Are they really
that different?” —
Your path, your cross,
your bitter fight.

Monsters made
this hell on earth,
Devil’s hold,
and endless dearth.

But Light slips
through all the muck,
Loving Truth —
pure, tough, unstuck.

Spirit, Light,
only real,
The unclean
spin their spiel.

Open eyes,
tear the veil,
Their end’s near —
hear their wail.



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The Burning Question

“Are they really
that **** different?” —
The sneaky trap,
the ugly ****.

Idiots, Judas rats,
And ******* too —
All rotten trash,
the same sick zoo.

“Smart ones”? **** that!
Teachers, *******, snobs.
This world’s a festering pile
Of soulless blobs.

Soulless fruit
In a ****-filled field —
Remember this,
the truth’s revealed.

Fashion, words —
Just empty shells.
Soulless freaks
Rot in their hells.

“Different?” *******!
Ideologies’ smog —
A steaming heap
Of parasite dog.

They sell you chains
Wrapped in gold.
Madness parades,
the same old cold.

You think you’re sane?
Look closer, fool —
Fools wave flags
In the devil’s pool.

“Faiths?” A puke!
Spirit’s disease.
Priests spew ****,
Keep you on knees.

Feelings crushed,
Sense torn apart.
Only the sharp
Can see their art.

Parasites
Feed on lies,
Soulless sheep
Drink their lies.

Fake science,
Fake gods praised,
Noise and trash
Of wisdom razed.

Soul’s the key —
Spirit’s core.
Without it,
You’re lost for sure.

Conscious trapped
In a filthy pit,
Fools bow down —
Truth doesn’t fit.

Value here?
Dead and cold,
Hell’s *******
Fighting bold.

Buy their lies,
Drown in ****,
Sink in muck —
You’re their hit.

Shameful world,
Foul and vile,
One sharp question
Cuts their smile:

“Are they really
that ******* different?” —
Ask it loud,
Break their ****.

Ugly beasts
Can’t fool you now,
Fake faiths,
Corrupt know-how.

Evil chains
Wrap the world,
Hear their lies?
You’re their *****.

“Are they really
that **** different?” —
Your path, your cross,
Your ******* fight.

Monsters built
This hell on earth,
Devil’s grip,
A pit of dearth.

But Light slips
Through all the muck,
Loving Truth —
Pure, sharp, unstuck.

Spirit, Light,
The only real,
The unclean
Spin their spiel.

Open eyes,
Tear their veil,
Their end’s close —
Hear their wail.



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The Burning Question

“Are they really
that ******* different?” —
The slyest trap,
the ugliest ****.

******* morons,
Judas rats and ******,
Rotten **** crawling
like filthy ticks.

“Intellectuals”?
Ha! Dumb fools all,
Teachers, *******,
suits in a fall.

This world’s a cesspit
of soulless meat,
Dead corpses rotting
in endless deceit.

Soulless berries
in a poisoned field,
Mark it deep —
all their masks peeled.

Fashion, *******,
pretty words’ lies,
Soulless freaks rot
in their own disguise.

“Different?” LOL —
ideology stew,
A steaming puke,
parasites’ brew.

They sell you chains
coated with gold,
A madman’s circus —
same lies retold.

Think you’re sane?
You’re their **** fool —
Waving their flags
in Hell’s own pool.

“Religions”? *****!
Spirit’s disease,
Priests spew poison,
kneel down, please!

Your senses crushed,
your mind torn apart,
Only the sharp
can tear their art.

Parasites feast
on lies and fear,
Soulless sheep
chant what they hear.

Fake science lies,
fake gods adored,
Trash wisdom spewed,
truths ignored.

Soul’s the spark,
Spirit’s fire,
Without it,
you’re dead — a liar.

Consciousness trapped
in a filthy pit,
Fools bow down —
Truth won’t fit.

Value? Dead flesh,
cold as the grave,
Hell’s spawn fight
for spirit to enslave.

Buy their lies —
drown in their ****,
Sink and rot —
you’re their perfect hit.

Shameful world,
filthy and vile,
One sharp question
smashes their smile:

“Are they really
that ******* different?” —
Ask it loud,
smash their ****.

Ugly beasts
can’t fool you now,
Fake faiths,
corrupt know-how.

Chains of evil
wrap the world tight,
Believe their lies?
You’re the parasite.

“Are they really
that **** different?” —
Your path, your cross,
your final fight.

Monsters forged
this hell on earth,
Devil’s grip,
a pit of dearth.

But Light slips
through the muck and slime,
Loving Truth —
pure, sharp, divine.

Spirit, Light,
the only real,
The unclean
spin their spiel.

Open your eyes,
tear down their veil,
Their end’s near —
hear their wail.



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The Burning Question

“Are they really
that ******* different?” —
The question sharp,
the sickest ****.

******* morons,
Judas ****** and clowns,
Rotten **** festering
in dead man’s gowns.

“Intellectuals”?
No, ******* drones,
Teachers, pigs,
and ******* clones.

This world’s a cesspit,
soulless and dead,
Rotted corpses
lying in their bed.

Soulless fruit
in poison soaked ground,
Mark it clear —
all masks come down.

Fashion, *******,
empty babble,
Soulless freaks
babble and rabble.

“Different?” LOL —
ideology’s ****,
Steaming puke,
parasite’s spit.

They sell you chains
painted gold,
Mad circus lies,
the same old cold.

Think you’re sane?
You’re a **** fool —
Waving their flag
in Hell’s own pool.

“Religions”? *****!
Spirit’s disease,
Priests ***** poison,
down on your knees!

Your senses crushed,
mind ripped apart,
Only the sharp
can tear their art.

Parasites feast
on lies and fear,
Soulless sheep
echo what they hear.

Fake science lies,
fake gods adored,
Trash wisdom spewed,
truths ignored.

Soul’s the spark,
Spirit’s flame,
Without it,
you’re dead, just shame.

Consciousness trapped
in a filthy pit,
Fools bow down —
Truth won’t fit.

Value? Dead flesh,
cold in the grave,
Hell’s spawn fight
to enslave the brave.

Buy their lies —
drown in their ****,
Sink and rot —
you’re their perfect hit.

Shameful world,
filthy and vile,
One sharp question
smashes their smile:

“Are they really
that ******* different?” —
Ask it loud,
smash their ****.

Ugly beasts
can’t fool you now,
Fake faiths,
corrupt know-how.

Chains of evil
wrap the world tight,
Believe their lies?
You’re the parasite.

“Are they really
that **** different?” —
Your path, your cross,
your final fight.

Monsters forged
this hell on earth,
Devil’s grip,
a pit of dearth.

But Light slips
through muck and slime,
Loving Truth —
pure, sharp, divine.

Spirit, Light,
the only real,
The unclean
spin their spiel.

Open your eyes,
tear down their veil,
Their end’s near —
hear their wail.



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The Burning Question

Are they really
that **** different?
Sharp as knives —
no ******* ****.

Dumbfucks, Judas,
filthy clowns,
Rotten corpses,
deadmen’s gowns.

“Intellect”?
Just empty shells,
Teachers, pigs,
in living hells.

Soulless fruit,
rotted flesh,
Masks will drop,
no time to rest.

Fashion fools,
babbling lies,
Soulless freaks,
dead inside.

“Different?” Hell no —
All **** stew,
Mindfuck stew,
in poison brew.

Chains they sell,
all painted bright,
Slave to lies,
no end in sight.

Faith is puke,
Spirit’s curse,
Priests *****,
worse and worse.

Feel the pain,
tear the veil,
Only sharp
will not fail.

Parasites feed,
on your fear,
Soulless sheep,
just puppets here.

Fake science,
fake gods lie,
Truth buried,
left to die.

Soul’s the spark,
Spirit’s fire,
Without it,
you’re just mire.

Mind trapped deep,
in filth and slime,
Bow down fools,
waste your time.

Dead flesh counts,
in Hell’s domain,
Monsters fight,
to keep you chained.

Buy their lies,
drown in ****,
You’re their prey,
perfect hit.

Filthy world,
full of shame,
One fierce question
burns their name:

Are they really
that **** different?
Ask it loud,
cut the ****.

Beasts can’t fool
your sharpened eyes,
Fake faiths die,
no more lies.

Chains of evil
bind the earth,
Believe their lies?
You’re worthless dirt.

Are they really
that **** different?
Your path’s fire,
your war to win it.

Hellspawn made
this rotten place,
Devil’s grip,
death’s cold embrace.

But Light cuts
through muck and ****,
Truth lives on —
pure and numb.

Spirit, Light,
only real,
Filthy liars
can’t conceal.

Wake the hell up,
break their spell,
Their time’s done —
raise some hell.



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The Burning Question

Are they really
that **** different?
Or just a circus,
fools and gibberish?

Judas wannabes,
bums and ******,
Selling lies
like cheap bag tricks.

“Smart”? Ha!
More like dumb meat,
Teachers, jerks,
feeding defeat.

Soulless berries,
all the same rot,
Try to stand out —
you just forgot.

Fashion victims,
words that drip,
Soulless freaks
on a sinking ship.

“Different”? Nope,
All puke stew,
Slave stew,
double *****.

Chains wrapped tight,
painted “bright,”
Slaves don’t mind —
just sleep at night.

Fake faiths preach,
priests spew bile,
Feel your brain
start to defile.

Only fools
buy the show,
Sharp minds leave,
dumb ones go.

Parasites
lick your fear,
Soulless sheep
bring them cheer.

Fake science,
fake holy cries,
Truth? Buried
under lies.

Soul’s the spark,
Spirit’s light,
Without it,
you’re dead meat, right?

Mind’s a trap,
filth and slime,
Bow down, fools,
waste your time.

Counting corpses,
Hell’s scoreboard,
Monsters dance,
on your accord.

Believe their lies,
drown in ****,
Congrats, sheep —
you just got hit.

Filthy world,
full of shame,
One sharp question
burns their game:

Are they really
that **** different?
Ask it loud —
cut their ****.

Beasts can’t fool
your sharpened eyes,
Fake faiths die,
truth survives.

Chains of evil
choke the earth,
Buy their lies?
You’re dirt.

Are they really
that **** different?
Your path, your war,
go win it.

Hellspawn made
this rotten scene,
Devil’s grip —
a toxic dream.

But Light cuts
through all that muck,
Truth lives on —
hard and stuck.

Spirit, Light,
only real,
Filthy liars?
Go to hell!

Wake the **** up,
break their spell,
Their time’s up —
raise some hell.



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


The Burning Question

Are they really
that ******* different?
Just **** and clowns,
a circus of ****?

Judas rats,
filthy maggots,
Selling poison,
cheap, disgusting *******.

“Smart”? Ha!
Brain-dead fools,
Teachers, *******,
prisoners of rules.

Soulless carcasses,
rotten to core,
Trying to stand out —
just puke on the floor.

Fashion zombies,
words like slime,
Soulless freaks
******* their grime.

“Different”? *******,
Same stinking herd,
Slave filth,
brainwashed ****.

Chains wrapped tight,
painted fake light,
Slaves drool on,
deep in the night.

Fake faiths puke,
priests ***** bile,
Your mind’s *****,
brain turned to guile.

Only idiots
buy this crap,
Sharp minds ditch,
fools fall in trap.

Parasite leeches,
lick your fear,
Soulless sheep
feed their sneer.

Fake science,
holy frauds,
Truth is buried
beneath their odds.

Soul’s the flame,
Spirit’s the sword,
Without them —
you’re dead, ignored.

Mind’s a prison,
filth and sludge,
Bow to your masters,
drown in their drudge.

Counting corpses,
Hell’s own scores,
Monsters feast,
rotten ******.

Believe their lies,
swim in their ****,
Congrats, dumb sheep —
you just got hit.

Filthy world,
shame piled high,
One **** question
makes them cry:

Are they really
that ******* different?
Ask it loud —
**** their ****.

Beasts can’t fool
your sharpened eyes,
Fake gods die,
truth never dies.

Chains of evil
strangle the earth,
Buy their lies?
You’re nothing, worthless.

Are they really
that ******* different?
Your path, your war,
go ******’ win it.

Hellspawn crafted
this rotten scene,
Devil’s grip —
toxic machine.

But Light slices
through all their muck,
Truth remains —
hard as ****.

Spirit, Light,
only real,
Filthy liars?
Go to hell!

Wake the **** up,
break their spell,
Their time’s over —
raise some hell.



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


The Burning Question

Are they really
that **** different?
Just rats and fools,
a sewer’s imprint.

Judas ****,
******* clowns,
Swallowing lies,
dumb ***** and clowns.

Soulless drones,
stinking trash,
**** parade,
a brainless clash.

Fake faiths puke,
priests spew bile,
Your mind’s *****,
******* style.

Slave beasts chew
on rotten lies,
Truth’s dead here —
feed your disguise.

Ask the question,
shatter the mask,
“Different”? Ha!
Just toxic trash.

Light cuts through
their filthy game —
Truth’s the flame,
they’re just shame.



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Goblins

Goblins bitter, crude, and dumb,
Brazen slaves, they always come.
Fear has crushed them, crushed it all—
Bowing deeper to the thrall.

Crave the poison, lies by tons,
Happy when the filth runs.
Serve the *******, **** the soul,
Think death’s joke? They eat the whole.

Feed on ****, on lust and lies,
Toys and trash their only prize.
Better pig than goblin’s breed,
Yet their minds are stained with greed.

Not food — it’s poison vile,
Not healing — death’s cold smile.
Goblin fiends, foul and dumb,
Serve the darkness, beat the drum.

Not by force, but lies they drive,
Zombies’ shadows kept alive.
Not fools right from the start —
Turned to beasts with broken heart.

Lies boil off the last pure spark,
Darkness swallows, cold and stark.
Goblins bitter, soon will rise,
Crushed the world beneath their lies.

But here’s the twist, the final act—
Cataclysm will burn their track.
All their dens will turn to ash,
End of evil’s stinking trash.

Spirit pure will cross the gate,
New world born — no room for hate.
Sun will burn them to the bone,
Goblins’ reign will be o’erthrown.

Fight or serve the devil’s spawn,
Seek the light before you’re gone.
Only battle saves the soul,
Lead the weak, reclaim the whole.

New world born from pain and hell,
Goblin’s nightmare, fading spell.
Humans few, the lies still high,
But Spirit’s power will not die.

Heal yourself, go deep within,
Find the answers, fight your sin.
Spirit’s grace will heal the scar —
No more goblin wars afar.



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Goblins

Goblins — bitter, dumb, and brazen,
Slaves so vile, you’d think they’re crazin’.
Fear’s their master, pants on fire,
Bowing down to every liar.

Feed ‘em poison, lies in heaps,
And watch those ******* jump for keeps.
Soul? Nah, just dead meat served —
You think death’s joke? They’re well-preserved.

They crave crap, lust, and shiny toys,
Their life’s a pile of piglet joys.
Better swine than goblin breed?
Mind’s a swamp of greed and screed.

Not food — it’s poison straight from hell,
Not cure — just death’s farewell.
Goblin freaks — all dumb and nasty,
Slaving dark, their future’s pasty.

No brute force, just sneaky lies,
Zombies lurking in disguise.
Not born fools, they trained for this —
Beasts without a shred of bliss.

Lies cook off their last small spark,
Darkness swallows, cold and stark.
Goblins mad, soon on the hunt,
Trampling all with rotten grunt.

But oh, the joke — here’s the kicker:
Cataclysm’s their final ticker.
Every hole and ratty lair
Burns to ash, no foul affair.

Pure spirits walk through flames anew,
New world starts — no goblin stew.
Sun’s a flamethrower, their doom,
Fascist piglets meet their tomb.

Fight or be a devil’s pet?
Light’s the way — or face regret.
Only battle saves the soul,
Drag the weak from goblin hole.

New world’s birth — pain’s cruel jest,
Goblin filth laid down to rest.
Few remain, lies flooding high,
Spirit’s might will never die.

Heal your mind, look deep inside,
Answers wait where truth won’t hide.
Spirit’s balm will end the pain —
No more goblin-**** to stain.



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Miner’s Work and Other Labor

I’ll die beneath a hellish town —
A blessed fate to go down
When world’s a pit of endless lies,
Tearing through deception’s guise.

Deception’s crust is hard as steel,
Poetry can barely peel
Its layers deep, where darkness sleeps —
The lies are thick, and running deep.

Be poet? Or a miner’s slave?
“Miner’s work” is just a grave!
Dumb fools burrow in their holes —
Digging trenches for lost souls.

Futile work, a brutal grind,
Scooping heaps of lies designed
To hide the roots of every sham —
Deep mirages that never ****.

Cut one root? They howl and scream,
Excuses piled — a wicked scheme.
If darkness tricks still fool your mind,
You’re the idiot, blind and blind.

The world is swallowed by fascist slime,
A broken world, bereft of time.
From miners straight to shrink’s domain?
Shrink’s often sick in that same vein.

This world’s a stage for cruel charades,
A theater of rotten shades.
Would Will Shakespeare play his part
If madness ruled his tortured heart?

Dig deep — the stench will choke and sting,
This world’s a cesspit, nothing king.
Is this a world? Or just the pit?
A mousetrap holding cheese to split.

Obsessed with animals’ behavior?
That poetry’s a quick death favor.
This world’s a lawless, ruthless game —
Total chaos fuels the flame.

Study crime and write it down?
Better capture the foulest frown.
Let’s focus on the stench and rot —
Their goal: to crush the human spot.

Paste respirator icons on your page —
The stench has taken full control of the stage,
Dictator foul, it burns it all to dust,
Turning life to nothing but rust.

Professions many named herein,
Enough to drown in sin’s thick din.
No longer saints in hellish blight —
They sink in guilt, lost from the light.

Humility’s a darker crime
Than ******, pride, or lust’s bad rhyme.
Is truth more dangerous to say?
Truth is wealth that won’t decay.

What prize has poet? Attacks!
Truth’s beacon fires through their cracks.
Light’s fury scorns the blinded herd,
Their bleating voices never heard.

Light’s fury shines beyond the glass —
The sun vaporizes lies and trash.
Few fools left, so strike them down —
Push harder till no lies drown.

Push through pain, outlast the strain,
Outpace death’s cold, icy chain.
When fools are burned by shining blaze,
Is this the end? Or just a phase?

No — just a tear in fabric torn,
A world that’s broken, weak, and worn.
If spirit strong, no harm will come,
You’ll cross to worlds beyond the ****.

Worlds with no traps for mice to fall,
Where spirit rules, and mind stands tall.
Tricks and snares expelled by sin,
Where truth and light alone begin.

I’ll die beneath that cursed place,
Escape the hell, the human race.
Where will I go? Maybe the street —
A rogue’s world better to meet

Than this corrupt and broken realm,
Where reason’s ship has lost its helm.
Where those who bow to darkness’ lies
Survive by serving false disguise.

Survival means a death for all,
A world of fools will surely fall.
The world of slaves awaits the end —
No hope remains — just time to spend.



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Miner’s Work and Other Labor

I’ll die beneath some ******* town —
A ******* blessing, going down
When Hell on Earth’s about to crack,
Digging lies’ hard ******* back.

Deception’s crust is thick as steel,
Poetry? Worthless — can’t even peel
The rotten lies that choke the mind,
Deep, dark, and ****** beyond all kind.

Be poet or some mining slave?
“Miner’s work” — just a shallow grave!
******* hiding in their holes,
Scratching dirt on broken souls.

Futile grind, a nightmare’s chore,
Scooping ******* off the floor,
Hiding roots of sick deceit —
Where mirages drag you deep.

Cut one root? Hear whining cries —
Excuses, lies, and alibis.
If you buy the dark’s false tricks,
You’re a *****, dumb as bricks.

World drowned in fascist ****,
Crazy as a lunatic.
From miners to the shrinks’ loony cage?
Shrink’s just sick inside that rage.

World’s a rotten ******* stage,
A theater for fools and rage.
Would Shakespeare play that insane part?
With madness tearing at his heart?

Dig deep — the stench will ******* choke,
This world’s a shittrap, full of joke.
Is this a world or just a pit?
A mousetrap baited with some ****.

Love ethology? You’ll burn fast —
This world’s a hell that’s built to last.
Study crime and write your lines?
Better catch the stink and fines.

Put respirators on your rhymes —
The stench rules all, destroying times.
Dictator foul, it burns the earth,
Turns life to ashes, **** to dearth.

I named professions, **** them all,
Let’s drown in hell’s obscene sprawl.
No saints here — just sinners lost,
Sinking fast at hell’s own cost.

Humility’s the worst disgrace,
Worse than ******, pride, or face.
Truth’s the deadliest thing to speak —
Truth’s the treasure fools all seek.

Poets get hate — that’s their prize,
Truth’s the blade behind their eyes.
Light’s fury scorches through the herd,
Their bleating cries unheard, absurd.

Light’s fury burns beyond the pane,
The sun incinerates the bane.
Few fools left? Then crush them hard —
Keep pushing, break their worthless guard.

Push through pain, outlast the grind,
Beat death’s cold claws, leave fools behind.
When light burns all the dumb-*** fools,
Is it the end? No, just new rules.

No — just a tear in crazy cloth,
A world broken, filled with sloth.
Spirit strong? No harm, no fall,
You’ll cross to realms beyond this stall.

Realms without the mousetrap’s bait,
Where spirit rules and minds are great.
Tricks and snares cast out by sin,
Where truth and light begin to win.

I’ll die beneath that hellhole place,
Escape the world’s disgraceful face.
Where will I go? Maybe the street —
A rogue’s world better to meet

Than this corrupt and broken hell,
Where reason’s ship just sank and fell.
Those bowing down to darkness’ lies
Survive by feeding on disguise.

Survival’s death for one and all,
A world of sheep will surely fall.
This world of slaves awaits the end —
No hope, just time to waste and spend.



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Clearing Consciousness of Junk

Covered thick with dusty junk —
That praised so-called “conscious mind.”
A mountain of lies in every chunk,
A torment to the soul confined.

Only specks remain in sight,
Of what’s useful on the Way,
Where Spirit shines and Honor’s light
Can lead you to a new-born day.

You’ll be reborn if you just sweep
The filthy heaps of toxic lies.
Or else you’ll drown in shadows deep —
Since childhood, darkness feeds disguise.

The jackals of the endless night
Pollute your mind, **** soul and flame —
Obedience, their endless bite.
Don’t listen to their filthy game.

All propaganda — pure STINK,
The schools designed to dull the mind,
A cursed snake that slyly slinks,
To keep corruption intertwined.

Corruption grows and multiplies,
Turning men to beasts and drones.
Evil’s game with ***** lies —
Promising one thing, reaping bones.

The masses blind, mute, deaf and dumb,
Crushed tight in hell’s unyielding grip.
The spirit’s breath will soon become
A fleeting ghost on sinking ship.

The spirit crushed, evaporated —
The people turned to slaves of Hell.
Their will and hope decimated,
Into a quiet, lifeless shell.

Global Satanism,
Soullessness the highest goal.
Widespread idiocy — a schism
That rots the heart and kills the soul.

Fools forget their roots, their cause,
Their purpose lost to hollow screams.
Vegetables in nature’s jaws,
Baptized in lies and broken dreams.

They join the ranks of Satan’s pawns,
Rotten idiots tearing down
All that’s good, with wicked scorns,
Traitors in a ghastly town.

Like legions of the darkest night,
Degeneration rules the day.
Under Goat’s foul blasphemous might,
The world decays and slips away.

Resurrection lives in Spirit,
A cataclysm will sweep the dirt —
Fascism’s worldwide, merit
Burned away with all the hurt.

Go boldly inward, seek the light,
Let intuition be your guide.
Defeat the terror and the blight,
Of this wretched life’s pitied pride.

Spiritual roads and fearless acts
Will help your soul survive the flames.
Decay and rot are just the facts —
Fight the global evil games.

Are you scared? Then you’re the beast,
Don’t fear — but fight and find your way.
Seek answers in your soul at least,
Be steadfast — dawn will end the gray.

Enlightenment, then more —
That’s how darkness fades away.
Movement clears, less pain in store,
Less lies’ **** corrupts the day.

Influence of filth will fade,
Strength will rise, the path grows clear.
Mental illnesses cascade,
From poison Satan’s pushed so near.

Sweep away the junk with might —
Pure Consciousness will blaze anew.
Knowledge dawns, the world turns bright —
A clearer soul will shine through you.



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World of Donkeys

Weeds in life’s great field —
All folks just donkeys plain.
The root of evil’s sealed —
Not field, but slime and stain.

A world of donkeys stuck —
Souls sold cheap for oats.
Darkness bred by rotten luck,
Traitors, dogs on ropes.

Since childhood, drilled inside,
Discard the worthless shell.
That shell’s design — a lie,
A stench you know too well.

The zombie box screams loud,
Stupidity’s the norm.
This hell’s no secret shroud —
Lies keep the herd in form.

All donkeys bought and sold,
A carrot dangled high.
To sell the soul is cold,
New lies make old ones die.

And blinders there are key —
A “gift” from upbringing’s hand.
A sentence, cursed decree:
Brains shackled, no command.

False science fits the blinders,
Priests echo the refrain.
Chains stronger than grinders,
As straw breaks, they remain.

Poisoned water, rotten hay —
To rot the mind’s the goal.
And total treason? Hey —
A question rhetorical.

Few here are not traitors,
Honor sold for hay.
Satan’s hailed creators,
Fascists rule the day.

Only “yeah!” shouts culture loud —
Here’s how it’s meant to be:
Working skins like cattle proud,
More hay will set you free.

The Donkey Messiah’s near —
Books say so, old and worn.
Good for pens and stables clear,
But souls remain unborn.

Now “smart ones” hide in holes,
Squeak squeak, their fearful sound.
And rightly so, for hell’s controls
Will soon be torn down.

Sun shines stronger every day,
Burning stink from Earth’s face.
So chain dogs bark in fierce array,
Monsters guard the place.

Chain dogs “rule” — or so they claim,
Monsters own the law:
Evil’s lords who fan the flame,
Foul beasts without a flaw.

To **** this vile disgrace,
One must sacrifice the self.
Retribution shows its face —
Now’s the final battle’s health.

Few souls, those truly pure,
Will be saved and stand tall.
Those in whom Spirit’s sure —
The Devil’s foes, after all.

The “Satanic icon” —
Is just the donkey’s face.
If fascism’s medical, done —
This freak show’s last disgrace.

No more darkness can remain!
All must be wiped away.
Forget caution’s fragile chain —
Salvation comes through decay.

So do not fear, advance!
Fight evil to the end.
Who said “just body” stance?
To hell those monsters send.

You are Spirit’s true essence,
Rejecting hell’s cruel bind.
Thrown in this mortal presence,
Built by a vile mind.

Go inward — see it all,
Don’t listen to the fools.
Our song’s not sung, won’t fall —
The World of Donkeys cools.

A World of Humans dawns,
Where Spirit takes the throne.
Though hard, this stage is drawn —
You’re not a slave alone.

If you dwell outside the ranks
Of Satan’s foul parade,
You know how soul gets drained,
When you herd with the swayed.



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World of Donkeys

Weeds are all the “people” here —
Donkeys sold for scraps of hay.
Evil’s root ain’t far, my dear —
Slugs and slime have clogged the way.

Brains locked tight in blinders’ grip,
Since childhood forced to obey.
Traitors snarl, the darkness drip —
“Serve like dogs,” they bark, “all day!”

Lies pour from the zombie box,
Stupid masses march in chains.
Hell on Earth — no time for talks,
Lies keep slaves inside their lanes.

“Culture” here? Just empty noise,
Trash to sell and lies to spread.
Donkey gods and fake wise boys —
All to feed the living dead.

Sun burns foulness from the ground,
Chains will snap, the donkeys fall.
Fight or die, or be spellbound —
Spirit’s flame will break the thrall.

Only few will stand alive,
Those who hold the Spirit’s reign.
Donkeys drool, they won’t survive —
Satan’s slaves in endless pain.

No more darkness — wipe it out!
Salvation’s price is Death.
Face the final, savage bout —
Rise, the Spirit’s voice is breath!



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World of Donkeys

Weeds crowd every field of life —
The so-called “people,” lost and blind.
Root of evil? Slugs and slime —
They’ve engulfed this Donkey World, confined.

A world where souls sell cheap as oats,
Where darkness breeds a traitor’s breed.
“Serve like dogs,” they bark from throats,
Since childhood, drilled to obey the creed.

Peel back the shell — the bitter core:
A filthy lie, a foul disgrace.
The noise of zombified folklore,
The idiot box rots every place.

Hell’s here, no fiction — it’s real pain,
All donkeys held with carrot sticks.
New lies sold daily, fresh and vain —
They teach them all to play their tricks.

And blinders given as a gift —
A sentence that condemns the mind.
False science scripts the brain’s swift drift,
While priests and liars fall in line.

Chains so weak, they snap like straw,
Yet poison waters with decay.
Total betrayal’s silent law —
Who’s faithful here? There’s none today.

Most sold their honor for a bale,
Satan’s hailed as “Creator” now.
The fascist reigns — a cruel detail,
The “god” they worship, “holy” brow.

Culture bleeds out hollow lies,
Skins peeled, worked for endless hay.
The Donkey Messiah’s old disguise —
Books penned for corrals, not for play.

“Smart ones” squeak from their dark holes,
Squeak, squeak! — while Hell prepares its end.
Sunlight burns the stench, it tolls —
Chain dogs howl, but can’t defend.

The chained dog, a “ruler” fake,
The vampire’s master, foul and sly.
Evil’s architect of ache,
A monstrous, twisted, super-psy.

To **** this filth, you must give all —
Sacrifice is last resort.
Retribution’s final call —
Now fights the last, relentless court.

Only few who hold the Spirit’s flame
Will rise above this blackened mass.
Those with Spirit’s reign proclaim —
They’re Satan’s true antithesis, alas.

Call any donkey “icon” here,
If fascism’s medical guise.
The end of evil’s nightmare near —
No more darkness, no disguise.

The Darkness grows no more, it’s clear —
We must erase this cursed blight.
No care for caution, death’s the gear —
Salvation dawns through final fight.

So do not fear! Step forth, stand tall,
Face filthy Evil’s last assault.
Who says you’re “just the body” small?
**** demons drag that lie to Hell’s vault.

You are Spirit, essence pure,
Rejecting Hell’s imprisoning chains.
Thrown into this harsh manure,
Built by vile, corrupt remains.

Go inward — see the truth inside,
Ignore the fools who croak and bawl.
Our song’s unfinished, truth’s our guide —
The Donkey World will surely fall.

A Human World will rise anew,
Where Spirit rules, the guide and king.
Though this hard stage will test you through,
You’re no donkey, not a slave to sin.

You dwell outside Satan’s herd,
Know well how souls are crushed and killed
In mobs of beasts, by lies deferred —
In stables dark, their souls are spilled.



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Resistance

No fixed objects — only flows:
All in nature’s wave will rise.
Time’s excess bends, unfolds —
Nonlinear war in skies.

The battle’s fought inside the mind,
“Objective” world is shaped.
One goal — to banish soul, confined,
To forge a soulless state.

To make a monster here on earth,
A beast without a heart,
To drive biobots off to death,
And keep the herd apart.

No “self” exists — they mold the slaves,
A conveyor-line of pain.
The schools all hack the minds like blades —
No brain, just empty drain.

False religions crush the soul’s flight,
Dark sons of Satan reign.
For Satanism, deep as night,
Has soaked this world’s domain.

At core — the cynic’s poisoned lie,
Pseudo-science’s ****.
Created falsehoods multiply,
To **** the truth, commit.

No place for mechanistic truth —
The Spirit wiped from sight.
Materialism’s hollow tooth
Cuts deep with half-truth’s bite.

Blatant lies flood every space,
Hard to expose the clan.
The “family” hides disgrace —
Politician, priest, and fan.

Censorship drives critics out,
No room for honest voice.
The world’s a web, not fools’ chains stout,
But monsters made their choice.

Total slavery begins inside —
In mind, the curse is sown.
You wallow in filth, nowhere to hide,
From birth until you’re bone.

Blinded, crippled, bound by lies —
Believe no false decree.
Reject their “morals,” their disguise —
Their laws that bind and flee.

Reject the traps, the genocide —
Fascism claws the land.
The mind’s near dead, no place to hide,
The plague across the sand.

Spiritless — a pandemic cold,
So “Sheep-COVID” thrives.
The evil **** poison food and soul,
The shame of all our lives.

We’ve hit the bottom’s darkest pit —
A world’s concentration.
The sheep are only food for it
If mind’s a lost sensation.

Break lies apart, build clans anew,
Inject your force and flame.
The lies of pseudo-science slew
Our hope — resist the same!

Keep Spirit’s light — intuition’s fire,
Honor it as your guide.
Fight evil fierce — tradition’s pyre,
The answer at your side.

For those still wise, the choice is clear:
Unite or face the grave.
Flee insane cities filled with fear —
You’re human, not their slave.

The Light will rise, the Power come,
We’ll crush the Darkness’ hold.
The vile and fools will rot and numb,
Their yoke will break, be told.

Don’t fear the fight — resist the lie,
Save soul and mind inside.
Forget the freaks who feast and pry —
Their lies will rot and die.

They’ll feast themselves to slow decay,
Half-life rots all they’ve bred.
Multiply Resistance every day —
Or die like beasts, misled.



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Resistance

No objects here — just raging streams,
All nature pulses, wild waves.
Time warps and breaks with violent screams,
Nonlinear chaos paves.

The war’s inside the human mind,
A “false world” forged by ****.
One goal — to **** the soul, confined,
And leave the heart struck dumb.

To spawn a beast with hollow guts,
A soulless, wired fiend,
To herd us all like stupid mutts,
No freedom — just the mean.

No “self” survives — they craft the drones,
A soulless slave machine.
Schools butcher minds with brutal tones —
Brains shredded, stripped, and clean.

False faiths chain every soul’s ascent,
Dark spawn of Satan’s brood.
Satanism’s poison long cemented,
In lies and vile crude.

At root — the cynic’s venomous lie,
Pseudo-science **** they spew.
Built from lies, designed to die,
The mind crushed through and through.

No place for spirit, all erased,
Mechanism’s blind cage.
Materialist slaves are placed,
Half-truths fuel the rage.

Blatant lies fill every crack,
Exposing ****’s a test.
The “family” of frauds attacks —
Politician, priest, fascist pest.

Censors chase out truth’s sharp voice,
No freedom to dissent.
The world’s a web, not fools’ dumb choice,
But monsters make the rent.

Total slavery starts inside,
The mind’s the battlefield.
You swim in filth — nowhere to hide,
From birth until you yield.

Blinded, cut, and stripped of light —
Believe no worthless law.
Dump their morals, drop the fight —
Their chains are meant to gnaw.

Reject their traps, their genocide —
Fascism’s vile claw.
The mind is dead, a place to hide?
No hope, no mercy, no law.

Spiritless — the plague is real,
Sheep-COVID thrives in dirt.
Evil poisons all we feel,
Shame on those who hurt.

We’ve sunk to hell’s deepest pit —
A world camp for the blind.
Sheep are food if brains don’t fit,
Lost minds they’ll surely grind.

Smash the lies, build fierce new clans,
Inject raw strength and fire.
Pseudo-science kills all plans —
Resist or drown in mire.

Hold tight to Spirit’s blazing spark,
Intuition’s sword and shield.
Make fighting evil your hallmark,
Tradition won’t yield.

For those still sharp — unite or die,
Or rot beneath the blade.
Flee the mad cities’ hollow cry —
You’re human, not their slave.

Light will rise, and power flood,
We’ll burn the darkness down.
Vile **** and fools will rot in mud,
Their yoke will crack, then drown.

Fear not the fight — resist the lie,
Save soul and mind with steel.
Forget the freaks who crawl and spy —
Their lies will break and peel.

They’ll feast themselves on slow decay,
Half-dead and rotting fast.
Multiply Resistance every day —
Or die a beast at last.



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RESISTANCE

No things — just raging PROCESSIONS,
Nature’s waves crash, pulse, and swell.
Time’s a twisted, brutal SESSION —
Nonlinear war, a living hell.

The battlefield’s inside your brain,
They forge a fake “objective” world,
One goal — to trap your soul in chains,
A soulless corpse, the flag unfurled.

A beast of wires, cold and cruel,
Biobots driven to the ****.
They herd us, puppets as their fuel,
No freedom — slaves beneath their will.

No “self” remains, just soulless gears,
The slave conveyor grinds the mind.
“Schools” castrate thought — no hope appears,
Brains like sieves, all drained and blind.

False gods chain every spirit’s flight,
Sons of Satan hold the reign.
Their poison’s old — a venomous blight,
Lies, cynicism, blood and pain.

Pseudo-science — the perfect lie,
******* wrapped in smart disguise.
Born to crush your mind and try
To make you blind, deaf, paralyzed.

Spirit’s wiped — mechanized death,
Material slaves cut deep with lies.
Half-truths choke the final breath,
And censorship guards their disguise.

A family of frauds in league,
Politicians, priests, paid hacks.
Critics chased out, voices fatigued,
The truth gets thrown beneath the tracks.

The world’s a web of living ties,
Not chains for fools to wear as slaves.
But **** designed the cage and lies,
Constructed mental iron graves.

Total slavery starts inside —
The mind is war, the soul’s a prey.
You bathe in filth, your sight denied,
From birth to death you rot away.

Blind and crippled, spirit cut —
Don’t buy their “morals,” laws, or schemes.
Throw off their traps, their ****** gut,
Resist their dark, genocidal dreams.

Fascism reigns — a stinking plague,
Brains nearly dead, eyes blind with hate.
Spiritless — the world’s a cage,
Sheep-COVID seals your fate.

Poisoned food, defiled water,
Shameful depths of world decay.
A global camp, no sons or daughters —
Just sheep to slaughter, thrown away.

Smash the lies! Build warriors’ bands!
Inject the power, light the fire!
**** the pseudoscience that commands,
Resist, resist — or face the pyre!

Hold fast to Spirit’s raging spark,
Intuition’s sword and shield.
Make fight with darkness your trademark —
Tradition that won’t yield.

For few who see, unite or die,
Rot in chains or break and rise.
Flee the mad city’s empty cry —
You’re human — not their sacrifice.

Light will burn and power swell,
We’ll scorch the darkness into ash.
**** and fools will rot in hell,
Their yoke will snap and break — then crash!

Fear not the fight — resist the lie,
Save soul and mind with sharpened steel.
Forget the beasts that crawl and spy —
Their lies will break and truth reveal.

They’ll feast on slow decay inside,
Half-dead, rotting to the core.
Multiply Resistance, fight with pride —
Or die a beast, lost evermore.



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ON THE BLOCK

Life’s a slave-chain, sick and choking —
Filth and Darkness, Fear, and Lies.
Soul can drown, but keep provoking —
Raise Resistance to the Spies.

Crush the lies, build strong communes,
Find the sane, shun fools and clowns.
Fools obey the Darkness’ runes —
Their “law” is chains, not freedom’s crowns.

Learn the methods of the fiends —
They rule fools with sick regimes.
All the misery’s a scheme,
Rot and ruin by design, it seems.

Pseudo-life traps all in chains,
In the little things they bind.
Endless lies and endless pains —
No light in most eyes you’ll find.

Only few remain alive,
Others zombies, broken, cracked.
Fools and idiots survive —
Brains enslaved and sanity sacked.

Learn the tricks to dumb you down,
Monsters breed on fear and lies.
Meet their evil without frown —
Watch the guile beneath their guise.

Evil shifts but stays the same,
Every guile repeats again.
Death may wear a different name —
Or call itself “a better pain.”

If you’re on the chopping block,
Fear has no place in your chest.
Block’s the grave where fools just rot,
Among the worthless, stuck and stressed.

Study vile stench of smears —
Enemy known is half won.
Smears control the puppeteers,
Beasts who play with everyone.

They’re so easy to enslave,
Feeding lies and fear, they thrive.
Through the memes, through clips they pave
Chains to keep the herd alive.

Master all and use with skill —
In the fight, be sharp, be bold:
Maybe dawn won’t come for you,
But inside **** the night’s cold hold.

Night on block — the end, the pit,
Bottom reached, no further fall.
Never lived — just rot and ****,
In the lies that crawl and crawl.

Death beats death — and then you’ll find
Chance for Freedom’s shining spark.
Spirit’s life will clear your mind,
False religions leave you dark.

Go inside — there lie the keys,
Answers hidden in the deep.
Gurus? Just lost lunacies,
Rotting in their graveyard sleep.

Night on block — strength melts away,
Only fiery creative might
Can increase the force today —
Don’t let darkness ***** your light.

Fools will twist and judge your art —
Mix your fight with blazing fire:
Rage and Light to heal the heart,
Raise the new, ignite desire.

New Warrior, Warrior of Light,
Without fire’s breath — a worthless trick.
In creation find the fight,
See beyond, the Spirit’s flick.

Spirit, struggle, art — move on!
Stink of lies will fade and fall.
Only wholeness will dawn —
Darkness cannot hold it all.

Minds will crack beneath the weight
Of rotten fiends’ deceitful lies.
Hidden spark inside the hate —
Not born in this sea of cries.

Find that ember, feed the flame,
Turn it fierce to raging fire.
Only fighting — no surrender —
Brings the victory you desire.

Enemies fear one thing most —
That flame alive in many hearts.
So with lies they raise their ghost,
Try to tear that truth apart.

Simple Truth — fight to embrace,
Hold it tight, don’t let it stray.
In the dark, don’t lose the chase,
Light the fire, show the way.

With that light, you lead the dawn,
**** the horror Night has spawned.




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ON THE BLOCK

Life’s a chain — we’re slaves to lies,
Crush the darkness, burn the skies!
On the block — no fear, no cry,
Fight the night till dawn is nigh!

Fiends control with fear and scheme,
Break their chains — ignite the Dream!
Soul’s the fire, spirit’s fight —
Light the torch and **** the night!



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Aggregates

We’re nothing but aggregates —
**** of clinging lies and traps.
****** feeds on our weakness,
We swallow poison gaps.

Mad vessels, cracked and broken,
**** poured deep inside —
Lice crawl, minds are stolen,
Consciousness denied.

Spirit — you’re the Essence,
Drop your endless pain,
All this “daily suffering” —
Souls bound in the chain.

Strive to break your shackles,
Escape the slave’s mad pen.
It’s no mere nightmare —
This stench corrodes within.

It rots the very soul,
Leaves but a fragment bare.
Don’t listen to the whispers —
Only scraps linger there.

Saving Spirit’s sacred spark
Is the primal fight:
Through madness’ death and ruin,
We must reclaim the light.

Now more than ever —
Fascism thrives on lies,
Decay is all around —
Filth before our eyes.

Two thirds turned to fools,
Distorted through and through.
Generations wasted,
Maddened to the skew.

Step inside your being —
The answers wait within.
Then fight the outer darkness,
Defeat decay and sin.

In struggle lies salvation,
Even Buddha died —
Beyond the gods, beyond the lies,
Truth still won’t hide.

Drive out fear and falsehood,
Bring light to far and near,
To this cursed world of madness —
Break chains, and show no fear.



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Aggregates

We’re cursed aggregates, bound in lies,
Fed poison, rotted, fools and spies.
Break chains inside, ignite your soul —
Fight madness, or be lost and stole.



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Colossus on Rotten Legs

Migrating birds still cross the skies,
The sun shines harsh and fiercely bright,
But madness of our chains still lies—
A plague of rotten stumps in sight.

This country clings to fools and traitors,
Like cement mixing with decay.
That foul cement, those rotten haters—
A monument to fascist sway.

It stands unfallen—miracle?
A colossus on legs of rot.
Where **** and Judas wear the pinnacle,
The wise are crushed, forgot, forgot.

The number of the sane and spiritual
Shrinks fast—a genocide at play.
The vile tyrants grow more brutal,
While shame and ruin lead the way.

With guns, the scumbags march and grind,
To slaughter’s pit they drag the herd.
The soulless fools won’t even mind—
Their Spirit’s cut, no voice, no word.

Soulless plague, a pandemic’s grip,
Demons rule this shrunken sphere.
Their masks so well that fools can’t strip—
Invisible, yet always near.

Factories for dumbed-down minds:
Schools, kindergartens, and colleges—
Darkness holds all future kinds,
And filthy **** completes their wreckage.

Fascist lies, relentless spin,
Drive out what little mind remains.
The thieves and rogues will rob and sin—
You’re left to rot in piles of stains.

This filth they call a fatherland,
Held tight by bonds forged out of lies.
A fascist monstrosity’s hand
Controls the world—while hope just dies.

The wretched fools now tremble, wait
For endless “surprises” worse.
Selling their souls at broken gates,
The end is madness, dark, perverse.

The migratory birds still fly,
But will they reach the hearts of men?
The world’s a madhouse, built on lies—
Ruled by inhuman beasts again.

The sun remains—the final blaze—
Will burn the filth right to the bone.
It’ll end the madness, fear, and haze—
Destroy the shame, reclaim the throne.



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A Different Way to See

A different way of seeing,
Not what’s been impressed—
It breaks the ancient spell
That’s long oppressed.

A universal fog,
Where you’re a rotten part:
The world, the “enemy”—
Harass the weary heart.

Spiritual unity
And breadth of mind will break
The filth and vanity
That rot and choke the stake.

“Object” reeks of garbage—
“Subject” trapped in hell.
We’ve hit the bottom’s carcass—
Few who don’t smell the smell.

Awaken intuition,
Let critical thought grow strong—
Doubt tradition’s fiction,
Inside, discern the wrong.

You’ll find the Spirit’s Light—
Then you’re redeemed, set free.
While howling “subject” blight—
A slave to flags you’ll be.

Today’s fascist banner
Wears a “red cross” disguise;
Propaganda’s enema
Washes out all wise.

No places free from fascism
Remain beneath the sun.
All thanks to crass idiocy—
The source of every wrong.

This isn’t simple—alchemy:
Catch fleeting sparks of truth;
We’ll change as one, completely—
United in love’s youth,

In collective knowing,
And Light’s eternal flame.
Don’t dawdle—seek your growing—
Burn what’s false, what’s lame.

They’ve dumped heaps of blatant lies—
Sharp stings like mirage’s bite.
“Subject”-“object” divide
Is half a false insight.

If ego’s crushed and killed—
An ocean vast appears.
That ocean floods the “object,”
Washes away all fears.

In minds, the wounds still fester,
Satan’s cunning plan.



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Rats and Goats

The rats have gone insane—
Fascist ****, they spread,
Hanging dark above the world,
That filth won’t drop dead.

It won’t dissolve or vanish—
Up to ankles now,
And it’ll get its harvest—
From Souls it’ll plow.

The frenzy keeps on growing,
Backing every strike,
The dull ones, like hamsters,
Spin wheels they never like.

They’ll vanish soon enough—
Soulless ones arrive,
Here everything has price,
And low is the drive.

They’ll lie and you’ll believe,
The fall begins to turn,
The world sinks to the bottom—
Dullness everywhere burns.

Gone are “films and Germans,”
Parodies of “free,”
The natives in the crosshairs—
Fascist rabble’s spree.

Fascists and the madmen—
Newest nightmare born.
Plus ******’s element—
No need for prisons worn.

No need for executions—
Idiot’s so tamed,
You can mow down fools freely
With syringes named.

The chaos grows worldwide,
The forecast grim as hell—
This happens all the time,
When minds can’t break the spell.

If smart, then howl and bow,
Wail, cry, and moan your pain—
Don’t step outside the herd,
Blindness you must gain,

To not behold the Hell.
But if you’re serious—
Hold on a little longer—
The world will go delirious.

Then comes the final fight
With Evil’s deadly flame.
But now, be sharp as knife—
Don’t be the goat to blame.

So much has gone corrupt—
War’s example true.
Not all is lost—stand up—
We’ll fight the **** anew.



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Rats and Goats

The rats have lost their minds —
Fascist ****, they crawl,
Hung like poison over all,
That filth will never fall.

It’s sinking in the muck —
Up to ankles, soaked.
It’ll feast on broken Souls,
A *******’s ****** joke.

Mad dogs backing every strike,
Stupid like dumb rats —
Spinning wheels in cages,
Drooling dumb and fat.

They’ll vanish, yes, but then —
Soulless fiends will come.
Everything’s got a price,
And low is what’s become.

They lie — you swallow ****,
And plunge the world to hell,
A wasteland full of dumbness,
A mindless prison cell.

Forget the “films and Germans,”
Fake “freedom” parodies,
The natives in the crosshairs,
Fascist **** disease.

Fascists and insane nuts —
A nightmare bred anew,
*****’s rotten stench—
No need for cells or crews.

No shots needed — fools are tamed,
You can **** them slow with ease.
The chaos spreads worldwide,
A plague on all degrees.

If smart, then howl and kneel,
Wail loud, beg and moan,
Don’t break from the herd,
Blind your eyes — be stone.

So you won’t see the Hell,
If serious — hold fast,
The world’s about to snap,
The last fight comes at last.

But now be sharp, like steel,
Not some dumb goat to bleed.
Corruption’s deep and real —
War’s lesson’s clear indeed.

Not all’s lost — resist the ****,
Stand up and make them pay,
Fight back the foul infestation —
Burn their **** away.



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The Light Will Come

Snitches, torturers, fools and freaks,
The world’s drowned deep in darkest nights.
That’s why the pain and endless grief,
Because we lost the dawn’s first light.

The People of the Light are few,
While traitors swarm like endless plague.
Spirit, Conscience, Honor too —
Are rare, amidst the rotten vague.

But blinded freaks can’t see the truth,
If all they know is madhouse hell,
They can’t fight evil’s brutal ruth,
Nor grasp its vast, total spell.

They’ll choose their goat, their Judas’ name,
The “wise” who sell their souls for gold,
The priests and liars just the same,
While wickedness takes hold and molds.

To stay not vile is **** near hell,
For eons of disgrace and shame
Have stamped the herd’s dull, broken shell —
No society remains.

The few with Spirit, Mind and Heart,
Are fading fast, the clock runs down...
The answers live inside your part,
Not lost in Hell’s suffocating drown.

Remember this, or rot unknown,
Sink deep in lies, a filthy pit,
A hellhole where no light has shone,
No hope to ever quit.

A brutal shift will shake the few —
The time is near to shed the sleep,
Cast out the seeds of evil’s hue,
Destroy the poison buried deep.

Restore your Spirit’s rightful place,
Rise high above the vile and vile,
The traitors fall, the fools erased —
This price we pay for every trial.

Total war now stains the ground,
Reason clashes with the blind.
The ones who stand will be unbound,
While others fall behind.

The meek who bow to fools and liars,
Sink worse than demons dragging down,
And bottom’s reached, the fire’s higher —
A purge will burn this cursed town.

The soul enslaved is doomed to die,
Fascist filth to wastes consigned.
Who claimed man’s king beneath the sky?
A failed test of warped design.

Instead of gold, it’s dung and slime,
A cesspool drowning in the muck.
The slime breeds slime, the filth will climb —
But soon the storm will shatter luck.

Forget the chains that bind your mind —
If you’re in Spirit, Light will come.



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The Mooing...

"How I wished to burn away
Within me every trace:
Of cowardice and foolishness,
Softness — kindness, in disgrace!
I’d stand unlike the rest below,
Smart, bold, unbreakable —
In short, a ******* through and through."
— Evgeny Lukin


Cowardice, dull-wittedness,
Softness — slave’s disguise.
But courage always wears the crown,
No matter how harsh the skies.

If firm you stand, unbending still,
And keep your mind intact,
In this foul stinking hell on earth,
This *****-covered fact —

You won’t be tainted, hear me well.
You’ve got to see it clear:
The world’s beneath a fascist **** —
So **** the whining fear!

Be ruthless, fierce, and blazing strong,
Kind only to your own.
There are so few who truly stand,
The masses just the drone.

The lies have darkened Heaven’s light,
Genocide spreads wide,
Decay and filth are everywhere,
The mind is crucified.

Most souls are dead — forgotten tales
No longer hold their sway.
We’re minority in this hell,
So do not stray away.

A few still march through nightmare’s grip,
Towards the dawn’s faint glow.
But that light’s so far off, it’s grim,
Too long the crawl and slow.

Only warrior’s hardened mind,
A fighter’s iron will,
Can pull us partly from this Sod—
A fragment saved still.

But many break, and many fall,
Not all will understand.
They hear just “Halt!” and bark commands
From madness’ cruel hand.

Fascists rule the fiendish pack,
Turning nations into cattle.
Shall we just moo about "goodness"?
This fascist scourge loves battle—

To **** the meek, the mooing sheep,
Wake up, don’t fall asleep!
Though wounded deep, your soul must fight—
Fight hard, fight strong, fight deep!



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Mooing’s Death Cry

Cowards, fools, soft sheep —
Slaves in coward’s chains.
Courage is the weapon,
Rage runs through our veins.

Fascist filth controls the world,
Whining’s just the shame.
Fight the herd, break the chains —
Burn their sickening game.

Wake up, soul! Tear your wounds,
Rip the lies apart.
Fight the fascist slaughter—
**** their poison heart!



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Mooing’s Death Cry

Cowards, fools, soft wimps —
Slave **** groveling low.
Courage’s all that’s left —
In this fascist blow.

The world’s a ******* ruled
By lying, savage pests.
Whiners bleed, but weak sheep
Are fodder for the rest.

Rip off your chains, you *******!
Burn the fascist lies!
Fight the sickness, the filth,
Till their empire dies!

Wake your bleeding soul,
Even if torn and scarred.
Fight, tear down their hell,
Be fierce — be hard!

No mercy for the herd,
No softness for the ******.
It’s war to the bone,
Fight with fist and hand!



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Negative Selection

Talents crushed like grass in fields —
Here, they **** and never yield.
Hype the scammers, feed the trash,
Pop tunes drown the mind’s own clash.

The world’s a game of lies and trade,
Deception’s mask is proudly played.
What feeds decay, degrade, distort —
Support it, boost the foul report.

Reverse selection, rule by fear,
Dictatorship and genocide near.
All rats hide deep in their dens —
The proven ******* lie again.

They check the **** with iron hand,
Satan’s grip tightens the land.
If you hold a spark of God,
They’ll drag you down through filth and sod.

You’ll bubble in the slime below,
Till rot consumes and breaks your glow.
Talent’s meant to fight the dark —
That’s why they crush it, **** the spark.

All Satans, infant demons, cheer
The poison clouding minds so clear.
Bribed fools shout their empty art,
Banishing honor, soul, and heart.

“Science” turned to endless hell,
The cursed tale these traitors tell —
A land of junk, a prison’s grip,
Where talent dies in fellowship.

They’re tormentors of mind and soul,
The rulers of the rotten whole.
Corrupt to core, no longer men —
Monsters lurking in their den.

When all has rotted to the bone,
New life may sprout from shattered stone.
But now the idiot chains still clang,
Slave’s yoke harsh, a poisoned fang.

Those chains — lies served in slow decay,
Blind illusions lead astray.
Only Spirit’s light can break
The endless dark and falsehood’s stake.

Else you’re a soulless slave below,
Your only path: descend and bow.

The bottom cracked — it’s falling fast,
Soon all this filth will be the past.
Such stench demands a cleansing flame —
Burn every trace of this foul shame.

And now the sun begins to blaze,
To scorch the slaves and tyrant’s haze.
For chains have piled beyond control —
Slavery, darkness, shame’s black hole.

People scurry, mice in holes,
Hearing lies that choke their souls.



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****-Burner

“Our Russia!!!” — no, not yours,
Just a colony, long sold out.
Slaves toil cheap amid the sores,
Ruins spread, and filth about.

****-eaters, pests of every kind,
Idiots riding ****’s dark wave.
Devils keep the chains aligned,
In hell’s grip, no soul to save.

Inhuman fiends now rule this world,
Russia’s but a testing ground,
Where everything’s a cesspool hurled,
And spirit’s chased from all around.

Fake viruses, wars that rage,
Prove the madness in each mind.
Nearly all have lost their gauge —
Believing **** of every kind.

The box of lies feeds “sacred ties,”
Healing fools from fake disease.
How ridiculous the cries
Amid the filth and choking freeze

Of those few souls who still resist
The filthy Hell that claims this land,
Where traitors **** what’s pure and blessed,
With poison on their filthy hands.

But other worlds are cesspools too:
Fascism’s reign is king in sight,
The last fight’s reason — to break through
The madness, darkness, endless night.

Satan conquers all around,
Building camps across the globe,
Killing Spirit, breaking ground,
While intellect’s a scarce wardrobe.

Decay and shame infest the soil,
Turning humans into beasts.
Earth reeked of filth and turmoil —
The stench that never seems to cease.

Yet the great ****-burner, Sun —
Has begun the cleansing fire.
Traitors worse than all the world’s ****
Face the flames of purging pyre.

Darkness, treachery, decay —
Are common places in this time.
But the burner’s light will slay —
Saving souls in sacred climb.

**** will burn and fade away,
Sent to worlds beyond the night.
Fight through chaos, hold your sway,
Unbreakable in bitter fight.

In this war you save your soul —
All else is worthless, just the haze.
Trust yourself, reject the whole
Of lies — and ease your heavy ways.



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Shitburner

“Our Russia?” — Hell no, not yours,
Just a colony, long sold cheap.
Slaves drag chains through filth and sores,
Rot and ruin run so deep.

****-eaters, pests, and brain-dead fools,
All riding on the ****’s back,
Devils owning broken rules,
Hell’s tight grip — no turning back.

Monsters rule this rotten world,
Russia’s just a testing pit,
Turn the land to latrine hurled,
Drive the Spirit from its grit.

Fake plagues spread, fake wars ignite —
Proof that minds have snapped and cracked,
Most have lost the will to fight,
Swallow lies, get twisted, smacked.

TV screams their “holy chains,”
“Cures” for fools, fake hope, fake dreams.
Laughable, their endless pains
Amidst the sludge and deathly screams.

Few souls left, still holding flame
In this hellhole full of traitors —
Vipers killing all the same,
Dooming truth, enslaving waiters.

And the “other worlds” — cesspools worse,
Fascism’s throne in full command.
Last fight’s reason — break the curse,
Fight for brain, for spirit’s stand.

Satan’s grip across the lands,
Building camps of global shame.
Spirit crushed by ***** hands,
Brains reduced to little flame.

Decay turns humans into beasts,
Earth’s a swamp of stinking waste.
All that’s pure and good has ceased —
Filth and rot gone to full haste.

But the great shitburner Sun —
Fires up the cleansing flame.
Traitors worse than hell begun —
Burn away their cursed name.

Darkness, treachery, decay —
Common words for this **** age.
But the burner paves the way,
Saving souls from prison’s cage.

**** will burn, fade into dust,
Sent beyond the dark unknown.
Fight with fire, fight with trust,
Stand unbroken, stand alone.

In this war your soul’s the prize —
All else is ****, just empty lies.
Trust yourself, see through the lies —
And the path will clear your skies.



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Fake Images and Total Lies

Imposed images forced on us,
Repeating lies like broken clocks,
For fools they’re compasses, thus—
All overgrown with weeds and mocks.

We “live” as if in fairy tales,
But Ivan’s just a fool in mask,
A cracked idiot who derails,
While kingdoms drown in chaos’ task.

The compass leads straight to the stall,
Wool growing thick on sheep’s dull backs.
Here lies are like cheap *****’ call,
Hangover’s called IDIOT CRACKS.

Here schemers gather, thrones they build,
Clans of **** behind the scenes,
Crafting memes, illusions filled,
No ends found in their machines.

Screen monkeys spread the fake agenda,
Those who read will soon be jailed.
Madmen’s homes await defenders,
While the sheep march, blindly hailed.

“Attack them!” cries the crowd insane,
Soon storms brew in eyeglass lands.
Images like comics—insane,
A mess with no connecting strands.

Designed by evil’s hand to break
Each fool into a nuclear split,
Separated, lost, opaque,
Trapped in mental endless pit.

Emotions flood, but thoughts are gone,
All just shadows of a madhouse.
Vile nonsense clogs the dawn
Inside these fools’ closed mental house.

Three quarters of them rotten core,
Add scoundrels running herds around,
****** feeds on lies galore,
Fake words, false images abound.

They call the fools “our own,” or “norm,”
The world’s long sick with dumb disease.
Named “stability,” the storm
Of **** grows with added yeast.

Build your camp, cure lies’ dark plague,
Seek happiness in fake despair.
If you become a microbe vague,
Joy and thrills will fill your wear.

Forward, drive to Satan’s rule,
The fake will crush all souls who fight.



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The Asylum

The psychotic, psychotic—
Countless souls, a boundless swarm!
Not just dull, but frantic, toxic,
This is madness in full form.

The world grows scarce in sanity,
And fools are bred on lies’ sting—
Artificial dull insanity,
Poison sharp as serpent’s sting.

The schizophrenic haze spreads—
The whole environment’s a plague.
To fuel decay, dark forces led
A mass descent to endless vague.

The venomous lies circulate,
Poison food and water too—
Decay becomes the cruelest fate,
Spreading sickness, old and new.

Break bonds, atomize the world
Into ego’s shattered parts—
A beastly terror’s now unfurled,
Satan reigns in broken hearts.

Psychiatrists unwilling fight
To save the few who still remain.
The power of Satan’s blight
Makes sanity hard to sustain.

To not go mad with foolish herds,
To keep your spirit unbetrayed,
Is war against the mindless words,
Against the chains of lies displayed.

Enough of lies in this asylum—
A global madhouse’s domain...
New wars bring no meaningful balm,
If in your mind there’s only pain.

If you don’t guard your inner throne,
The fools will **** you quiet, slow.
Control the fools, but not alone—
**** the weeds, or reap what grows.

The garden’s full of venomous snakes,
Such vermin spread across the earth.
In worldwide filth, the poison stakes—
The creatures drown all hope’s rebirth.

This soulless beast is what they crave,
The inhuman breed that wars with light.
The spirit’s purity they crave—
The soul’s the prize in endless fight.

If this you fail to understand,
And fight not evil’s creeping gloom,
You’ll drown a frog in boiling sand—
And rise again a goat in doom.



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Thrown Off the Track

Dulled-out fools, the worthless pests,
And above them, scoundrels reign:
Dumb as corks and brazen pests,
Arrogance is their gain.

Boldness rules — it’s bliss, not poison,
Bribes the way, the crooked path.
The rabble rushes, no reason,
Straight to Hell — no turning back.

They turned a highway, once so wide,
Into a single-track —
So pour a drink! No sober ride
Will save from falling back.

This train won’t last, it’s bound to crash,
The rails will blow — off goes the load.
Decay’s a tale, a putrid splash,
A flood of lies — a vile ode.

The stench can choke you on the way,
No breath to draw, no place to hide.
Off the track, a few will stay —
The ones who chose the path, who tried.

But vipers herd us all as cattle,
Packed tight in one foul train.
Like sarin gas and poison battle,
They drive the Spirit mad with pain.

Only shells remain behind,
Scrap or freight, the empty husks.
When the lines here end, you’ll find
Reason gone, drowned in the dust.

The Spirit crushed, the herd remains,
A freight car for destruction’s call.
Just wipe them out, no hope remains—
The stench will clear, the shadows fall.

Mother Earth chokes on the stink,
And fools? She no longer needs.
Once docile idiots, now on the brink—
Reduced to beasts, the herd proceeds.

Only few keep mind and soul,
Dying like birds trapped in a cage,
Surrounded by flies that troll,
In their prison, rage and age.

Spirit to Spirit, dust to dust—
The fall approaches fast.
So cast away all lies and rust—
You’ve outgrown this world at last.

If you have thought and fought the fight,
Never bent, nor split in two,
Never betrayed the Spirit’s light—
Then this fall won’t swallow you.



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Space

Space is not empty —
All “objects” lie.
If your mind’s too heavy,
You’ll fall through the sky.

Look between the shadows,
Find the threads so thin,
Hope lives in the Spirit —
Not the filth within.

Since childhood they deform us
With their crude material lies.
These ******* inherit
Fascism’s despise.

All is false — science,
Art, and every book.
Corrupt ****** they weave chains
For minds that never look.

Chains of thought —
This vile slavery’s core.
Mountains of crap —
Fake religions and more.

Rudeness rules all,
“Education” a cage.
You won’t break the curse
With whining or rage.

Satan’s law reigns here.
Genocide, centuries long.
Damage immense —
Fools throng, throng, throng.

So boldly go inward —
Only Spirit can save.
Forget all the filth —
Find the path that’s brave.

If your mind stands firm
And you dare to live on,
You’ll cast out the evil,
And joy will be won.

So struggle, resist,
The key is the Mystery.
Dive deep in its midst —
See new worlds you’ll see.

Shift your focus —
And behold the Space;
Learn the Moment —
Time’s wild embrace.

Time can flow
Another way to save.
Many heralds rise
To topple the grave.

Seek the essence everywhere,
You’ll find answers profound.
So don’t despair —
Let Winter be drowned.

This Hell will be crushed —
Spirit’s light will renew.
Every fiend here will perish.
Brave souls will rise anew.

Fight fiercely, discard
All the filth and decay.
This cesspool’s long dead —
Stand firm, strong, and stay.



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Consciousness

To cleanse the Consciousness —
That’s the righteous way.
A vow to Spirit’s essence,
You’re not flesh’s play.

The Spirit’s core is sacred,
So cast off the “daily,”
Or you’ll become corrupted —
A vile soul, unruly.

Not humans, but pests
Overflow this world’s stage.
They feed on lies through media,
You’re just stuck in their cage.

Will fools catch and trap you?
Lock you tight in a cell?
If Spirit’s truly grasped —
To hell with their hell.

Aged children — dumb herds,
Know only their chains,
They hunger for carcasses —
Like beasts in the drains.

They’re dead, these zombies —
Call it what you will.
Zombie mobs, self-serving,
Feeding *****’s ill.

This madhouse is *****,
A foolish world decayed.
So laugh at the madness —
Though drenched in the shade.

The world’s been vomited
With lies so vile and base.
Lies miscalculated —
Spewed out in disgrace.

Even fools complain:
Propaganda’s fallen low.
The world’s “sick” — full of ****,
On a poisoned blow.

All stung by venom —
Healed of their own life.
When did fools become
Slugs crawling in strife?

In rows they press tight —
A global death camp.
They’ll melt and recast
The fool to a damp stamp.

Those not crushed to death —
Will be chipped and aligned,
Linked to servers, praising
Satan’s dark design.

Better death than such fate —
Seek the brave, stand tall.
Face Evil boldly —
Spend your years, not as thralls.



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Consciousness

To purge the Consciousness —
The path of truth unfolds.
A sacred vow to Spirit,
Not flesh that time corrodes.

The Spirit’s core eternal,
Reject the mundane thrall,
Or else you’ll turn to shadow —
A worm within the fall.

Not men, but soulless parasites
Infest this dying sphere,
Feeding lies through screens and noise —
Your mind a snared frontier.

Will fools ensnare your soul?
Lock spirit deep in chains?
If you have grasped the Spirit —
Their prisons are but veins.

The aged herd, mind-shattered,
Bound tight in darkness’ grip,
Feeding on decay and flesh —
A plague no hope can script.

They’re dead before the body,
Zombies bound to lust,
Servants of the Void’s own kingdom —
*****’s silent dust.

This madhouse is the furnace,
The world’s collapsing gate.
Laugh if you can at madness —
Though drowning in its hate.

The world vomits its venom,
Lies seethe like cancer’s breath.
Falsehoods writ in shadows —
An empire built on death.

Fools wail in discontent,
Propaganda’s shattered veil.
The world a sickened labyrinth,
Where spirits writhe and fail.

All stung by toxic whispers —
Healed from living light.
When did the soul descend
To crawl in endless night?

They march like creeping slugs —
A global death machine.
Melting mind and spirit —
Forging drones unseen.

Those who survive the crushing,
Will bear the brand of chains,
Chipped, linked to dark servers —
Praising Satan’s reign.

Better death than servitude —
Seek the bold and wise.
Face the raging Darkness,
And let your Spirit rise.



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Consciousness: A Philosophical Reflection

To purify consciousness — this is the sacred act,
A ritual of the Spirit’s consecration beyond flesh and bone.
The essence of the Spirit is eternal, unbound by form,
And only by rejecting the mundane illusions
Can one transcend the descent into shadow and decay.

Our world is infested not by men but by soulless parasites,
Who weave their lies through media’s endless web,
Binding minds like prey in invisible snares.
Yet, the spirit that truly grasps its own nature
Is beyond the reach of these prisons —
For chains exist only where the mind consents.

The aged herd, dulled and shattered,
Feeds on decay and ignorance,
A living death before the body succumbs,
Zombies of the void, slaves to lust and base desire,
Servants of the collapsing empire of ***** —
A madhouse burning from within.

This world is a furnace of madness,
Drowned in the ***** of lies and deceit.
Propaganda crumbles, but sickness remains —
The spiritual labyrinth where many lose their way,
Stung by whispers of poison, severed from light.

The slow march of these creeping slugs is a global death machine,
Melting mind and spirit into soulless drones,
Marked, chipped, and linked to dark servers —
Their voices raised in unholy praise of ruin.

But even amid this crushing despair,
Death is nobler than servitude,
And the call to the brave remains —
To face the raging darkness
With a spirit unbroken,
To rise beyond the shadows and reclaim the light.

For consciousness is not mere thought or flesh,
But the eternal flame,
A beacon to navigate the abyss,
A key to unlock the prison of lies,
And a door to freedom beyond the void.


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Consciousness: The Path Beyond

The path is narrow, carved through shadows,
Where illusion thickens like mist, and reason dims.
But the spirit’s eye, once opened, sees the threads between —
Delicate, invisible, yet binding worlds and selves.

To journey inward is to enter the great unknown,
Where time dissolves, and space unfolds in fractal grace.
Here the false idols crumble —
Science, art, and words reveal their masks,
And chains forged by the mind’s own doubt begin to break.

The tyrants of the mind wear crowns of vanity,
Feeding on fear, on numbness, on the endless chatter.
Yet the essence, untouched by their poison,
Is the silent flame beneath the storm —
The core that remembers light beyond the dark.

This is not a war of flesh, but a battle of echoes,
A clash between the eternal and the ephemeral.
The soul, wrapped in mortal coil, must choose:
To bow beneath the weight of shadow, or rise in fire,
To tear away the veils and greet the dawn of truth.

Within the abyss, a seed awaits —
A spark of rebellion, fierce and free,
That shatters the cage of falsehood,
That breathes new life into the withered spirit.

And those who walk this inner path,
Though few and often scorned,
Are the alchemists of destiny,
Transmuting despair into light,
Darkness into the radiant pulse of being.

They know: consciousness is the bridge —
Between the void and the infinite,
Between the silence of death and the song of creation,
A sacred flame, ever burning,
Guiding the soul through the labyrinth of existence.

So stand firm, traveler of the unseen realms,
For the night is deep, but dawn is certain.
Let the false crumble, let the lies dissolve —
Your spirit, pure and unyielding,
Is the final truth that no darkness can consume.




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Slaves Bearing Poison

“But man to man
Sent forth an angry glance —
Obediently the poison ran,
And by dawn returned its dance.”
— Alexander Pushkin, The Upas Tree, 1828

For rations — debts they pay,
Cash and ***** feed the throng.
A beaten fool bears all decay,
Endures the endless wrong.

Not only bears — he spreads the blight,
That venom, weak and blind,
Will **** the grandkids out of sight,
And poison all mankind.

No dust nor poison laced —
But lies that twist and bind.
Their brains are sparse, instincts paced,
Trembling, shivering, confined.

This trembling freak, a fearful tale,
Deceit in every land.
A people trapped within the veil,
Of fake and cunning hand.

Worldwide chains of slavery —
Total fascist reign.
Only greed and cruelty,
All reason drowned in vain.

Today the fool devours
His own grandchildren’s fate.
Corrupt ******* wield the powers,
Idiots feed the hate.

Two-thirds fools, ****** swarm,
Fascist forces rise.
The stench of Satan’s darkest form
Pollutes earth’s very skies.

So bitter, shameful, grim —
A world decayed and lost.
But fight! Let hope not dim,
With wise, we’ll break the frost.

True power lies in Spirit’s flame —
Strengthen it within.
Corrupt fiends will fade in shame,
No sinner hides their sin.

All shall answer for their crimes —
The time will surely come.
God marks the rogue across all times,
Tremble, fool, be numb!

Not tales of fright, but real decree —
Justice’s tightening noose:
All fools, fascists will hang free,
Their evil cut loose.

The sun will blaze so bright and clear —
The poison tree will die.
Judas coins turn into mere
Dust beneath the sky.

The world will rise, break free at last —
To Freedom’s bright command.
For slaves and fools belong to past,
Nature won’t stand their brand.




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“Man’s ‘Nature’”

“That’s just man’s nature,”
The ******* love to say.
For them, man’s a creature
To mock and to betray.

Those fiends love to drain
His very life, his spark.
And fools believe the lies —
Cold-hearted, cruel and dark.

They master genocide,
Make slaves of every age.
Each year we sink more stupid —
Bound tighter by their cage.

Behavior patterns drilled,
Year after year the same.
Memes forced upon the masses —
And all will buy the game:

They say it’s coded deep
In genes — fear, shame, and pain.
But that’s just lies and violence —
No “nature” here to claim.

For generations told —
Slaves pass on chains like gold:
Fools fed lies, minds dulled,
Eat, don’t think, stay cold.

The “serious man” decides,
He’s raised on our own blood.
We gladly serve his rules,
A servant in the mud.

No laws — just mockery,
Upbringing’s yoke and scorn.
Trained to eat the filth,
The garbage we’re born torn.

Overton’s windows burst,
The past torn and abused.
The scoundrel now is “norm,”
The world sick and confused.

For all the filth endured,
For all the slaves’ despair,
For fears and dull complaints —
Redemption’s in the air.

But not the slave masters’
Schemes that shake the earth.
Only bodies can be swept,
Not souls who know their worth.

This slave-made fake world harms
The natural true way.
So tremble, freaks and fiends —
The reckoning’s today.

To few who saved their souls,
Who never bowed or broke —
I say, resist the lies,
Fight hard, even if broke.

There’s nothing true in “nature” —
Man’s a blank, pure page.
Wipe out the beast within —
Be spirit, light, and sage.



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Be Dead...

“Live as dead—be wholly dead.
And do whatever you will—
All will be well,” Bunin said,
A truth that cuts like steel.

You must detach yourself—
Seek out your own true ways.
Or madness will repeat itself,
In this world's cruel maze.

To march “in step” with this world
Is to rot inside a madhouse.
Even the Lyre will die—
But that’s not what this speaks about.

You must shed attachment—
Cut loose from “self” and chains.
Then every question answered comes—
Amidst life’s harshest pains.

The madness hammered deep
Since childhood in us all—
You’ll see the game is rigged,
Where “success” means the fall.

They worship hollow triumphs,
Blind to what is real.
So die to all their lies—
Be sharp, be brave, and steel.

Let **** have their victory—
You owe them nothing here.
This rotten world will crumble,
Its end is very near.

Don’t let your soul grow fat—
Keep pushing ever on.
Let freedom take your shape—
The beast inside is gone.

Fed lies and numb oblivion,
That creature inside must die.
Be unconquered by the Dark—
Let your spirit fly.

We’ll live a life reborn
When all the Hell is swept.
No need for mournful dirges—
No foul fiend left unkept.

Legions of pests abound,
But true minds scarce as gold.
Cast off your cries and moans—
Embrace honor, be bold.

Let this be your banner,
For in their world, they’re dead.
Where lies and madness flourish—
Where corruption’s bred.

Be dead to their mad races—
Alive for Light instead.
Horror’s chained from infancy—
Stay conscious, clear your head.

And with this Consciousness
Comes life beyond all pain.
The torment of the Spirit
Will vanish—fight and reign!



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Don’t Believe!

Don’t trust—
Seek truth instead.
Check all twice—
Lies fill the thread.

The ******* know
For centuries long.
Dull stench fools
Turn man to wrong.

They crush the soul,
If you believe.
Just empty promises—
Like smoke they leave.

All their pledges
Throw in the trash.
Chatterboxes talk—
Just noise and crash.

False science rules,
Strong as steel.
Those fiends have lied
Through years that steal.

Years pass by—
Their lies grow deep.
People turn mad,
Like wood they heap.

By this falsehood,
They’re worn and torn.
It’s dire times—
Smash the scorn!

Their filthy lies—
The devil’s creed.
Though hard it seems,
Down you won’t bleed.

When you yourself
Know every twist,
Your battle-hardened mind
Breaks through the mist.

Finds the way out,
Walks free and light,
When Spirit’s glow
Leads through the night.

All the dark grime
Fades, loses edge—
No longer weighs,
No iron wedge.

Let light remain—
Don’t let hope die.
Stand firm and strong—
Reach for the sky!



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Don’t Believe a **** Word!

Don’t bow,
Don’t trust their lies.
Rip the veil—
Expose their disguise.

Those ******* lie,
A curse through time.
Stinking fools
Turn souls to slime.

They **** your mind,
If you believe.
Their empty words—
Just smoke and thieves.

Their promises?
Trash, thrown away.
Chatter, noise—
Their usual play.

Fake science rules,
Strong and mean.
Those devil fiends
Lie, obscene.

Years roll on—
Their poison grows.
People snap—
Like broken bows.

Sick from lies,
They rot and fall.
Time to smash
This rotten thrall!

Filthy lies—
The devil’s game.
Hard as hell,
But break the chain.

When you’ve seen
The brutal truth,
Your battle-scarred mind
Says ***** their ruse.

Find the path,
Break all the chains,
Spirit’s fire
Runs through your veins.

Darkness fades—
Their poison dulls.
No more weight,
No heavy pull.

Let the light
Burn through your core.
Stand your ground—
Fight, roar, and soar!



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Identifying "Thinking"

Something “is” something else —
Mostly just pure crap.
That’s how your mind decays,
A trace of dull mishap.

Definitions forced on you —
Concepts swapped, a flood.
Dumbness spread for ages —
Mountains of foul mud.

Rotten fake science piled high —
Manipulation’s core.
Those lying, bought-out *******
Leave understanding poor.

Man is NOT his body,
Not a skull with thoughts to keep.
He’s Spirit, bold and free—
Tell the *******: “Take a leap!”

Consciousness—just fragments left,
If Spirit and Conscience die.
Monsters run their experiments,
Dark legions multiply.

Everything’s put on shelves — neat rows —
But Nature’s chaos won’t align.
Dogma forced by “scientists” —
Identification thinking? **** swine.

“Only this is true,
Disagree — you’re enemy.”
How many lies, songs sung
By these parasites in enmity?

Change the labels—new heresies—
And **** the mind anew.
Filthy monsters, teeth bared,
Will do the same—abuse and spew.

They say, “New era!”—a new phase—
“Medical neo-fascism” rises.
Digital chains clamped tight—
The worst of all despises.

Inventing sickness? Easy.
Poison the herds to ****.
Call the poison “vaccine,” pump it down—
Lies multiply at will.

Lie in jargon, twist the words,
Throw terms around like swords.
Only minds will break the code—
While the herd just feeds and hordes.

The herd doesn’t think—instincts rule,
Labels flash like signals bright.
Genocide’s a simple game—
Poisons in food, lies in flight.

So trust nothing, think again!
Turn on your guts, your daring flame.
Step inside—clean out the rot,
Cast the lies away—end the shame.



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The Path

There’s nothing left to hope for,
No use clinging to the show —
The false life’s hollow shadow.
Step into danger’s core.

First go deep INSIDE —
Know yourself as Spirit’s fire.
Then comes the Final Judgment —
All else? Mere rumor’s liar.

Cast away the lies,
Cleanse your mind and soul.
That’s how you **** the darkness
And reclaim control.

Your soul’s torment began
In a lost, forsaken youth.
Your mind’s a sieve of chaos —
Salvation’s bitter truth.

Run the long, hard race —
It soothes your frayed nerve-ends.
Reject the past’s dead ways,
Seek out your hidden bends.

Build your own new world,
A life beyond the doom —
Where fate won’t chain or trap you
Inside this madman’s tomb.

A world of slaves and ruin,
No cheese in every trap,
Where treachery’s the fortress,
And lies drown in the crap.

Forge communities,
Make brotherhood your shield.
The lies’ harsh war won’t touch
Men whose spirits won’t yield.

Sources of pure light—
Energy outlawed and banned—
Find this “sphere” once lost,
Reclaim it hand in hand.

Open it anew,
Plant it deep in your tribes.
Our final battle’s here—
No fear, no shakes, no bribes.

All is lost: the wise
Are scattered shards and crumbs.
Drop your whines and fears—
Be clear and brave, become

The one to tear that line,
Or choose a different way.
Find it, no matter how
Rough or steep the sway.

Put everything on the altar
To fight this filthy spawn.
If Spirit’s king within you—
With Mind, Honor, and the Dawn.

Direct your wrath and fury
At fascists vile and grim.
We’ll build a living world
Inside this foggy brim.
triztessa  Oct 2017
bitter song
triztessa Oct 2017
I
trembling fingers write
with every emotion 
lied to myself again tonight
not another day to waste
meanings start to blur
in the in-betweens 
of music heard with me
now musings for another

now is this the most fun
you had in your life
wasted youth, everyday
nooses and strings
nothing gets through you

-
nothing else matters
like another lie you tell yourself
tonight, like every night
you drown yourself in hate
you drown, you are never found 
you drown yourself in hate

II
now isn't it the most fun
you had two weeks in
stomping on the ground
on which i have weeded out
all the mistakes myself
to blame you 
marching on the love i had
i found with you

every word is a mistake
every chance is a let down to myself
every memory is unforgiving
eat your words and spit out new mistakes
you drown yourself in hate

-
nothing else matters
like another lie you tell yourself
tonight, like every night
you drown yourself in hate
you drown, you are never found 
you drown yourself in hate

III
try and fix yourself
set yourself apart from the world
did you find what you were looking for?
did you gain the world instead?
you live with all but no regrets
but in the end, you see the truth

you are what you hate in yourself
you drown yourself in hate
in lies, in guilt you drown
you are all that i hated in me
you were all that i loved

-
nothing else matters
like another lie you tell yourself
tonight, like every night
you drown yourself in hate
you drown, you are never found 
you drown yourself in hate
you drown yourself in hate

today i’ll wake up and see the sun
set apart my soul from what was
the ghost you left with me
you drown, you are never found
you drown yourself in hate
you drown yourself in hate
storm siren Sep 2016
Drown me in love,
Drown me in music
Let the melody
Carry me
Away.

Drown me
In paper valentines,
Drown me in USB drives
Filled with your music.

Drown me in heartfelt apologies,
Drown me in "I miss you's" and "I love you more's".

I want to inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
And I want my oxygen
To be replaced
With love for you.

Drown me in love
In kisses,
In loving embraces.

You are the light
Within the darkest nights
I've found.
Thank you for being the light that guides me back to you, each and every time, Bluebird. I love you.
Memes on Every Theme

To hell with thought! Bring on the memes —
"The highest art," or so it seems.
They cover every single theme —
A **** for feelings: cheap and lean.

Who needs the mind? Just feel instead!
Why think at all? The brain is dead.
Much easier to sit and scroll,
To bathe in lies, to numb the soul.

And if those memes are set to clips —
Behold the miracles of drips!
Raised on TV’s myth parade,
With pop as idol, sense decayed.

Then march in rows — a zombie troop —
Each meme a leash, each thought a dupe.
The world is dumb — hence meme’s loud roar,
Each one more brainless than before.

A meme’s a tool, like fear or lie,
To make the herd obey and die.
These generations rot in dust —
Once ruled by hype, then crushed by rust.

Dust to dust — their world will fall,
Its lies and filth will feed the crawl.
But now the memes explode and spurt —
Like melted cheese on news dessert.



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1.
Memes replace thought — obey, consume.
A smiling herd walks toward its doom.

2.
Scroll and drool — forget to think.
Truth is ash, and memes the stink.

3.
Memes are chains with GIF disguise —
They rot your mind and feed you lies.

4.
Mind is silenced. Lies are screamed.
And pop-star memes — the Devil’s dream.

5.
Memes are maggots in the brain —
Squirming joy in drooling pain.

6.
Click, obey — your soul gets *****.
Each meme a noose in candy-shaped.

7.
Your thoughts were sold for meme parade.
Now rot in gifs your masters made.

8.
Mindless scroll — the grave gets near.
Each meme injects a new veneer.

9.
Memes — the ***** of the dead,
Served in songs to dull your head.



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Bags of Waste


They feast on Hamlet-omelets still,
As if there’s nothing else to fill.
This world is packed with vacant eyes —
The thinking man just starves or dies.

He cannot chant the worn-out lies,
The myths drilled in through dull replies.
They pump in trash since early youth —
And rot begins by killing truth.

Not every brooding soul’s a sage —
Dostoevsky's just a bore on stage.
But once you're stuffed with every fake,
You lose the urge to see — or wake.

No thought remains that burns alone,
That fights, defends a mind its own.
They’re not alive — these bags of waste
Repeat what filth they’ve learned to taste.

It breeds in generations deep —
This art of drowning thought in sleep.
The filth, the lies — all hand-designed
By swine who seek to rot mankind.

No thoughts? Then pens are traded for pens.
The herd is fat — enclosed in dens.
Fed myths and laws that all obey —
To keep the thinking ones at bay.



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1.
No thoughts — just waste in human skin.
They feed on lies, and call it sin.

2.
Bags of garbage, taught to moo —
Truth was slain to comfort you.

3.
Once you ate the myth buffet —
Your soul began to rot that day.

4.
No mind, no fire — just passive meat.
The herd is groomed for sheer defeat.

5.
Fed on Dostoevsky's gloom and mold —
But never dared to break the hold.

6.
Truth's a toxin in this land —
So they eat lies, and think it grand.

7.
You're not a man — you're rotting code,
A host for lies in flesh and mode.

8.
Decayed inside, still dressed as thought —
Your brain's a bag the virus bought.

9.
They stuffed your skull with myth and pain —
Now all you do is spread the stain.

10.
A walking bin of pre-set lies —
That smiles while everything it dies.

11.
Infected meat with glazed-over eyes —
Programmed to graze, consume, despise.



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"TO THE BAGS OF WASTE"
(A Manifesto for the Thinking Dead)

You feast on Hamlet like it’s food,
Declare your boredom as a mood.
Yet when the truth knocks at your gate —
You blink, you scroll. You take the bait.

You chant the myths they drilled inside.
You smile while letting thought subside.
You speak in memes, obey and grin —
A corpse of culture, dressed in skin.

You are not men — you're rotting code,
A landfill set to mindless mode.
You carry lies like sacred blood,
And wade through life as passive mud.

You quote your "genius" from a screen,
But never saw what genius means.
Each myth you eat becomes your cage —
A soft, obedient, padded stage.

You are bags — not minds, not flames.
You are files with different names.
You are bins of pre-chewed pain —
And all you birth is more insane.

Your eyes are blind, your speech is staged,
Your "truths" are memes pre-soaked in rage.
You graze like beasts, well-fed and tamed —
Your slavery no longer shamed.

We see you.
We name you.
We burn the mold you came through.

From waste to fire — let the purge begin.
No virus thrives where Thought breaks in.



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New Tactics for the Fight


If you fight a lie with lying —
Even “for the greater good” —
You’re already dead, just trying
To look alive, as corpses would.

Lies are total. Only truth
Can reply with steady flame.
Hard, yes — but to mimic ruth-
less dark, is just the same.

This is war. A war for soul.
Demons lie — that’s all they do.
Crushing meaning, self, and goal —
Every word they speak untrue.

Don’t be fooled — they’re sly, not wise.
They boil the frog, they cloud the skies.
Lies infect entire lands —
Not with guns, but with commands.

Old tools fail — discard them fast!
New revolt must truly last.
They’ve refined soul-killing arts —
So strike where rot and ruin starts.

Seek the breakthrough. Change the form.
Find the weapon past the norm.
Rotting beasts infect the Earth —
Make them tremble at rebirth.



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MANIFESTO OF THE NEW FIGHT

To those who still see.

I. The Mask of Good
You said it was for peace.
You claimed it served the light.
But truth, once bent, is torn to pieces —
And so you’ve lost the fight.

To fight with lies, though “for the right,”
Is still to serve the very blight.
The war is not for land or gold —
It’s for the soul, the flame, the hold.


II. The Depth of War
This war is not with bombs and steel —
It claws at thought, it mocks what’s real.
Each word is twisted, meaning *****,
And even light gets reshaped.

The creatures lie — with savage pride.
They crush the truth, then call it “guide.”
They forge their facts, corrupt the air,
And smile inside your quiet despair.


III. The Boiled Nation
They boil the people slow, like frogs,
With laws, distractions, fame and fogs.
They’re not “wise” — they’re just diseased.
They feed on hearts like swarming fleas.

The lies are baked into the ground.
The truth is hunted, gagged and bound.
And all the “news” and "sacred rules"
Are weapons crafted just for fools.


IV. Break the Pattern
The old tools? Dead. They served the beast.
The “debates,” the “rights,” the “voting feast.”
They mock your efforts while you speak —
They gut your truth, then call you weak.

Don’t use their tongue. Don’t wear their skin.
The battle starts and ends within.
You want to win? Then burn their scripts.
Unlearn their myths. Reforge your grip.


V. New Weapons, New Will
New tactics rise where old ones fail.
Not to convince — but to derail.
Seek out the cracks, the open seams —
Strike through illusion, not through dreams.

Your target: beasts that rot the core,
That feed on souls and cry for more.
They are the ulcer of this land —
Make truth itself your rebel brand.


VI. Final Call
Truth is not soft — it’s fire and fight.
It does not bow to “greater right.”
So forge your mind into a blade,
And cut through every trap they’ve laid.

The war is now. The field is you.
There’s nothing safe, and nothing new —
Until the lie is scorched away,
And soul reclaims the light of day.

We are the Breakthrough.
We are not meat.
We are the Thought that won't retreat.

New fight. New fire. New form.
And this time — we are the storm.



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Insatiable Monster


The world’s a monster, always fed —
It drains your strength, it leaves you dead.
But soon you'll find, when all feels gone,
A pit where none but you hang on.

Drained and cold, yet in that grave
You'll spark again — you'll find the brave.
Outside the mob, the brainless crowd,
Where noise is cheap and dumb is loud.

You will regain the fire, the fight —
So burn, ignite your inner light.
Though fools may scream from every side,
Don’t waste your fire — let silence guide.

Whisper truths to kindred minds,
If such rare souls you ever find.
Or write in silence, store your gold —
This path won’t leave your spirit cold.

To seek, to think, to fight, to make —
That is the path the true must take.
To create — again, again! —
That is how the soul breaks chains.

All else? A mockery of breath —
A life that stinks of fear and death.
A trembling lie. A spirit’s wake.
A form that walks, but never wakes.



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MINI-MANIFESTO: IGNITE THE SOUL

The world’s a monster — draining might,
It steals your strength, devours the light.

But in the pit where all seem lost,
You find the flame — no matter cost.

Don’t roar with fools, don’t shout in vain —
Whisper truth and bear the strain.

Seek the rare, the minds that fight,
Create with fire — burn the night!

Think. Resist. Create. Repeat.
This is the path no foe can beat.

All else is death in empty breath,
A life that’s chained, a dance with death.

But you — ignite. Become the flame.
The world’s insatiable — tame the game.



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Don’t Play with “Positive”


Don’t chase “positivity” —
Dive deep into the NEGATIVE.
Forget the tale of “happy life” —
It’s darkness dressed as narrative.

The real story’s dark and grim,
Not just dirt, but foul and dim.
Once it was mere filth and waste,
Now fools heed lies with blind haste.

Even stars and sages read
The shadow’s truth — the hidden creed.
In light, some shades just disappear,
Grasp the dark — the truth is clear.

In this hellish maze of spite,
You’ll see how Darkness wields its might.
If you dwell in comfort’s cage,
You’re a fool locked in a stage.

No escape that way, no flight.
Work with intuition’s sight.
Let the Light become your care —
Or doom will settle everywhere.

In darkness, Light is sharp and pure —
“Positive” just blinds, obscure.
If you seek the Light above,
Fight the fiends — oppose, be tough.



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1.
Don’t drown in lies of “happy” light —
True power lives within the night.

2.
Positive blinds, but darkness shows —
Fight the fiends; oppose your foes!

3.
Comfort’s cage is fool’s domain —
Intuition breaks the chain.

4.
Light in darkness — sharp and cold,
Fake bright lies just dull and fold.

5.
Forget the “happy” scripted spiel —
In shadow’s truth, you’ll find what’s real.



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The Global Zoo-Circus


“Mumu” and courage never mix
When darkness clouds the mind’s own fix.
Around, dull stumps and hamsters hide
In burrows safe, nowhere to ride.

And packs of foolish dogs abound —
Not simple beasts, but Darkness’ hounds.
And all forget the solid base —
The core dissolved, erased, displaced.

Such broken souls will redefine
What “bold” means in their poisoned mind.
Forget “bravery” — when the crook
Attacks the wise with ***** look!

And “maturity” is just the act
Of swallowing all filth intact,
Dragging crumbs into your den —
Calling such habits “mind” again?

You’ll lose the last remains inside —
The very soul that once had pride.
The Spirit leads, the mind obeys —
Forget that truth, you’re but a slave.

A servant pig, a dog on lease,
No matter how they boast or “please.”
A cat is wiser than such swine —
At least its eyes still hold a sign.

And soon will come the fiery days —
That cleanse the world in cleansing blaze.
This dumb zoo-circus will be swept
By flames from High, through Sun’s adept.

Fifty years past, it was just “circ” —
Now brighter beams through windows work.



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THE GLOBAL ZOO-CIRCUS

“Mumu” and courage? Never twins
Where darkness thick and venom wins.
Around — dull stumps, blind hamsters hide,
In filthy holes, no will, no pride.

Packs of dogs — not pets, but fiends,
Darkness’ hounds with poisoned genes.
All forget the solid base —
The soul erased, replaced by disgrace.

“Bravery”? Joke! When fools attack
The wise — their minds they try to crack!
“Maturity”? Just rotting rot —
Swallowing ****, feeding the clot.

Call these habits “mind”? You’ll lose
Your last spark, your sacred fuse.
Spirit leads — the mind’s a tool.
Forget that truth — become their fool.

Servant pig, or dog on chain,
No pride, no fight, just dull refrain.
A cat’s more sharp, its eyes still glow —
While swine march blind to their own woe.

But soon the firestorm will rise —
Burning down this circus of lies.
Flames from Above, through Sun’s fierce light,
Will purge this dark and cursed blight.

Fifty years ago — mere circus cheap,
Now light breaks in — no lies to keep.



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ZOO-CIRCUS RIOT

No “Mumu,” no courage here —
Darkness rules, the end is near.
Stupid stumps and hamsters crawl,
Blind dogs bark — they serve the fall.

Bravery? Ha! Fools attack
Wise minds — they’ll crack your back!
“Maturity” is just decay —
Swallow **** and rot away.

Spirit leads — don’t be a slave!
Pig or dog, you dig your grave.
Cat’s eyes burn — but swine are blind,
Lost in darkness, crushed, confined.

Fire’s coming — scorch this mess,
Burn the circus — no more less!
From Above — the flames ignite,
Sun will cleanse the cursed night!



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Worse and Worse


Worse and worse —
The lies grow dense,
Deeper curses,
Thicker sense.

More poison
In filthy lies,
Sharper minds
In merciless cries

Of valley’s evil,
Where fear and gloom
Crush all will —
Sin’s dark tomb.

Once by whip,
Now by deceit.
The world’s a cage —
No escape fleet.

To soar above —
No wings to lend.
To reach through madness —
Hope’s thin bend.

Rising hard —
Foul stench climbs high.
Only choice —
Death or evil’s spy.

Poison’s sharper
In corruption’s grip,
But servile shame
Eases the trip.

And choice dissolves —
Death claims the theme,
Consuming all —
The final scream.



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Weariness Is Not Sarcoma


Weariness crawling deep in your bones?
Then spit it out — crush it, break the stones!
Nothing to lose — just shame and dust,
No dawn of reason, no hope or trust.

Fight your last battle, even alone,
To hell with the outcome, to hell what's known.
This world’s for dogs, all sold and broke —
Learn well how to die, that’s no joke.

The worm gnaws sharp — it’s fear in “good,”
That worm of worry, twisted and crude.
If you listen — you’re rabble, the dirt,
If you heed it — you’re wisdom’s worst flirt.

Reject all lies, or you’re long gone,
Dead before death, in decay drawn.
You’ve entered Hell — Mirrors so bent,
Selling misery as joy’s event.

To cast off lies — you must cut deep,
Cut yourself raw, no easy sleep.
No walking Hell with calm or ease,
If you’re serene — you’re just disease.

And you’ll be lonely all your days,
If truth is all that lights your ways.
Weariness will come in time’s stream —
Then spit it out, don’t lose that gleam.

Forget much else — forget it well,
Only truth in the soul will dwell.
But many here have lost their souls,
Hell’s delirium fully controls.

Be like a shrink for many minds —
Don’t waste your nerves on fools and grinds.
Wait for the crash, the world in pain,
Earth bleeding wounds, soaked in disdain.

This cataclysm will cleanse the cold,
Soulless swept, the pure behold.
For global fascism’s guilt —
No hiding, no escape built.

Weariness is the least concern —
Shift your soul’s focus, learn to burn
With mighty effort, that true gem —
All else is dust and worthless stem.

This is Alchemy’s true course,
For fighters who deny fear’s force.
If not, then idiot you are —
And this whole world is dust so far.

Weariness, lizards, dust, and sticky fear —
Attributes of Hell that’s near.
The soul must know — or face the crash:
Devoured by Hell’s putrid lash.



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Weariness Ain’t No Cancer

Weariness creeps deep in your bones?
Spit it out — crush it to stones!
Nothing left — just **** and dust,
No dawn for minds, no hope or trust.

Fight your last fight — fight alone!
To hell with all outcomes known.
This world’s a kennel for dogs sold —
Learn to die fierce, fierce and bold.

The worm of fear, dressed as “good,”
Sows your mind with rotten wood.
You listen — you’re rabble, ****.
You heed it — you’re wisdom’s ***.

Cut off the lies, or you’re dead —
Dead before death, rotting, bled.
Hell’s Mirrors warped and foul —
Selling chains as happiness foul.

No soft steps through Hell’s domain,
Calm in Hell? You’re just its stain.
Lonely warrior, truth your sword —
Weariness? That’s your reward.

Forget the rest — just keep truth bright,
In soul’s dark depths, the only light.
Many soulless crawl in Hell,
Madness rings the devil’s bell.

Be psychiatrist, cold and sharp —
Don’t waste nerve on brainless carp.
Cataclysm’s coming, Earth will bleed,
Soulless swept by fire’s creed.

Fascism’s plague we all must pay —
No escape, no hideaway.

Weariness? The least you’ll feel —
Shift your soul, make strength real!
Fight! Fear’s dead weight you must shun —
Fail and this world turns to dust and gun.

Lizards, dust, fear’s sticky sting —
Hell’s own marks, the devil’s ring.
Know this, or face the crash —
Hell’s putrid maw will gnash and slash.



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Man’s Fate

From childhood, everyone is placed
Within the harsh, dumb scheme’s embrace —
To forge a soul without a spark,
Obedient, silent, cold and dark.

Stupidity and soullessness
Are goals the cattle-class possess,
Who hold the highest powers here,
Driving slaves to death and fear.

Death comes in forms, both gross and deep —
The spirit’s death is worse to keep.
The graveyard swells with lifeless throngs —
This world’s no home, but crypt of wrongs.

Laws exist for lifeless dead,
Rules made for fools to bow their head.
The air is stale, the chains grow tight,
Bonds forged in darkness, snuffing light.

Amidst this ruin, fragile blooms
Of wisdom rare, like sapphires’ rooms.
Yet chains are made, and fools are bred,
Betrayers, brutes, and hangmen fed,

Who guard their skins and heed the lies
Of brazen fiends with hollow eyes.
Lies bottomless, absurd, profane,
Deadly orders to **** the sane.

Armies march with tests and plagues,
To burn the land in fiery waves —
Better than ******’s cruel fire,
Their lies consume and never tire.

Only Spirit can break the cage,
And strengthen Mind to rage the rage.
These frames fit ***** and feeble drones —
Soon Darkness cracks the ancient stones.

Darkness destroyed by Sun’s fierce light —
Its blaze will burn the dark to blight.
Step out from shadows, choose your fight,
Become a blazing beam of light!

Burn the World’s disgrace away —
Let that be your defiant say.
Risk your life to stand and shout,
Find your tribe and band about.

Join the fight against the fascist curse,
Or be the dead, the doomed, the worse,
Bowed beneath a fatal fate —
Submit, and seal your endless state.



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Fight or rot — no in-between,
Break the chains or join the mean.
Rise as fire, burn the lies,
Or become one dead who dies!



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No mercy for the slave or fool,
Crush the Darkness, break the rule!
Burn their lies in blazing wrath —
Or rot forever in their path!



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Comparative Zoology

A tiny bird pecks grain,
While pigs just eat all plain.
What’s the difference here?
Pigs gorge without fear.

And what makes fools apart
From swine’s coarse heart?
They chew on tastier lies,
Feeding fear and despise.

Drunk on lies, far worse
Than pigs in their curse —
Captured by the BEAST, they fall,
Like flails that smash it all.

They wreck the last remains
Of reason in their brains,
Fighting battles doomed,
For pay alone consumed.

The BEASTS of fools know well
How to torment and quell.
The sums are clear as hell —
Life’s impossible to dwell.

The smart can’t bear this zoo,
Where LIES reign bold and true,
Breeding death’s approach —
Each lie a tightening noose.

The **** that schemes the camps,
Brews storms and global cramps.
Death, or Death’s harsh call —
A fascist world to fall.

It sweeps all in its path —
So sweep the world in wrath,
Or else in that dread camp
We’ll crawl, all of us stamped.



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Comparative Zoology

Tiny bird pecks seeds alone,
Pigs devour all — they own the throne.
What’s the **** difference, fool?
Pigs eat filth, you swallow drool.

******* hoard their spite and fear,
Feasting lies, they choke on smear.
Drunk on *******, worse than swine,
Trapped by BEASTS that crush the mind.

They smash the last spark of thought,
Fight pointless wars, for greed they’re bought.
BEASTS of fools know how to break,
Drive the herd, control the fake.

Smart minds choke on this zoo’s stink,
Lies spit venom, push to brink.
**** breeds death, camps in command,
Global fascists scorch the land.

They’ll burn it all — no mercy shown,
So burn it down or die alone.
Or crawl to camps in slavish rows —
The choice is yours, as darkness grows.



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Comparative Zoology

Tiny bird pecks its worthless grain,
Pigs gobble all—dumb, filthy, insane.
What’s the ******’ difference, you ***** slime?
Pigs eat ****, fools swallow grime.

Fools fatten on fear and hate,
Feed on lies, sealing their fate.
Drunk on ******* worse than swine,
Cursed by BEASTS that crush the mind.

They smash the last spark of reason’s light,
Waging useless fights for greed and spite.
BEASTS of fools, cruel puppeteers,
Drive the herd with venomous sneers.

Smart minds suffocate in this zoo’s stench,
Lies spit poison, life’s twisted wrench.
**** plots death, camps in control,
Global fascists burning the soul.

They’ll torch the world, no mercy given,
So fight or die, your fate is written.
Burn it all or crawl like slaves,
Darkness wins if courage caves.



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Comparative Zoology

Tiny bird pecks its ****-for-grain,
Pigs choke down filth and puke in pain.
What’s the ******’ difference, dumb-*** freak?
Pigs eat trash, fools lick the sleak.

Fools gorge on fear and bitter hate,
Swallow lies — that’s their deathly fate.
Drunk on *******, worse than swine,
Caught in BEASTS’ chains — a noose divine.

They smash the last flicker of reason’s fire,
Fuel pointless wars for greed’s desire.
BEASTS of fools, vile masters of pain,
Twist minds, drive herd, and spread the stain.

Smart ones suffocate in this cursed pit,
Lies drip poison, truth’s counterfeit.
**** schemes death in brutal camps,
Fascist fires burn Earth’s lamp.

They’ll raze the world without a shred,
Fight now or rot among the dead.
Burn it all or crawl like slaves,
Darkness reigns if courage caves.



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Comparative Zoology

Tiny bird scraps scraps like ****,
Pigs gorge on **** — they never quit.
What’s the difference, dumb *****? None!
Pigs eat crap, fools drool and run.

Fools feast on fear and rancid spite,
Swallow lies like death’s invite.
Drunk on *******, worse than swine,
Chained to BEASTS, fists made to grind.

They crush the last spark of reason’s flame,
Fueling pointless wars for filthy gain.
BEASTS of fools, sick masters of pain,
Bend minds, herd sheep, spread the stain.

The smart suffocate in this stinking pit,
Lies drip poison, truth’s counterfeit.
**** plots death in twisted camps,
Fascist blaze burns Earth’s lamp.

They’ll raze the world to ash and bone,
Fight now — or rot, broken and lone.
Burn it all or crawl as slaves,
Darkness wins if courage caves.



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Dust

“Shake off the dust of cities, shake the dust
Of strange tongues, of friendship and of hate,
The dust of grief, of love, and mortal fate.
O, free man choosing freedom’s gust!
You hold but desert winds and dust.”
— Ibn Said, The Demon Tablets


Like cotton wrapped in dust —
“Friendship,” “love” decay,
And sticky fear’s a toxin
Coursing in the veins.

No friendship lives, no love survives
When you’re a slave by will —
Only beasts get service,
Only scraps and filth to fill.

That filth is in the mind too:
Trash and petty waste — decay.
Beasts in savage frenzy
**** souls day by day.

More rotten with each moment —
Soul’s slashes grow severe.
Genocide more ruthless —
A filthy fool’s career.

This fool will be the end —
Subdued, wild, and blind.
Satan reigns a god here —
Most lost, insane, confined.

Shake it off — all this filth!
Step light and walk your way.
Mystics, poets — forward!
Leading out of decay.

On this cursed road,
Leaving Hell behind.
No more fragile victim —
Or you’ll rot confined.

Bravely dive inside —
Only there truth’s found.
Fight for light — or perish,
If you bow down.

This city is a desert,
But your path’s not lost —
If you fight: Hell vanishes —
All rotten chaos tossed.

No sorrow, no death —
Just cleansing desert wind.
Believe in that alone —
Strike lies dead, unpinned.

Rot’s salt and core is Hell,
Fascist slime’s domain.
World bowed down in terror —
Horror’s cold, dull chain.

If you’re trapped in “desert” —
No light left to take.
Now the cataclysm nears —
No more time to break.

It’ll sweep away all Hell —
All rotten, all betrayed.
Gone forever — vile and weak —
In dust, forever laid.

Only in Pure Spirit
Will life be born anew.
If bright, your path is clear —
The stench and slime won’t glue.

To Light they’ll not cling —
They’ll fall and quickly fade.
You’re not cast out —
Let beasts keep up their charade.

Time ticks on —
No place for liars’ games.
For traitors who have fallen —
No refuge, no names.

Shake off the city’s dust,
The dust of hate and love.
All space is torn apart —
Mirages die, above.

Mirages in the desert —
This pitiful world’s scorn.
Here in lies you’re trapped —
A frog, dumb, forlorn, and worn.



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Dust

Shake off the dust of cities, dust of lies,
Dust of fake friends and ****** goodbyes,
Dust of pain, of love turned into death —
You, free man? Just wind in desert breath.

Like cotton wrapped in dust and fear’s sick glue,
“Friendship,” “love” — impossible for you.
Slave to beasts, just scraps and filthy crumbs,
Brains rotted out, no hope that comes.

That filth’s inside your mind as well:
Trash and nonsense, a living hell.
Beasts in rage tear souls apart,
Slaughter hope and crush the heart.

Every day it gets more vile,
Soul’s butchered with a brutal smile.
Genocide’s the brutal score,
Fool’s plague killing evermore.

This fool’s the end —
Broken, tamed, unfit.
Satan’s god,
The insane, the spit.

Shake it off, you filth-drowned wretch!
Step light, get out the stench and stretch.
Mystics, poets — lead the fight,
Escape this endless, choking night.

On cursed paths, leave Hell behind.
Stop being weak, or rot confined.
Dive inside, find truth’s hot flame,
Fight for Light — or die in shame.

This city’s desert —
Your path is fire.
Fight and Hell burns down —
Rot’s funeral pyre.

No death, no grief —
Just cleansing dry wind.
Believe in this —
Strike lies, begin.

Hell’s salt and core is rotten lies,
Fascist slime beneath these skies.
World bowed down in terror’s clutch —
Horror’s grip — too **** much.

If trapped inside this desert shell,
No light to claim, no hope to sell,
The cataclysm’s close, it’s near —
Sweeping Hell away with fear.

Gone forever, rotten ****,
Betrayers fall, their time is done.
Only pure spirit rises bright,
Cuts through stench and wins the fight.

To Light they cling no more —
They fall, they drop, they rot and roar.
You’re not cast out —
Let beasts lie in their gore.

Time ticks down —
No place for lies,
For traitors broken,
No disguise.

Shake off city dust —
Hate and lies be crushed.
Space torn wide —
Mirages crushed.

Mirages in the desert —
This pitiful world’s curse.
Trapped in lies like slime and mud,
A dumb, forsaken frog, alone and cursed.



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Dust

Shake city dust —
Lies and friends, all dust and death.
Freedom? Ha —
Just wind in barren breath.

Friendship’s poison, love’s a lie,
Slave to beasts who watch you die.
Brains rotted, souls torn apart —
Hell’s plague choking every heart.

Every day the rot grows worse,
Genocide’s the curse.
Fool kneels, Satan’s throne,
Insane masses, all alone.

Shake it off — step through the fire,
Mystics lead, lift your ire.
Fight inside, or drown in shame —
Hell’s desert burns your name.

No grief, no death — just cleansing flame,
Strike the lies, destroy the game.
Fascist slime will drown and fall —
Cataclysm burns it all.

Only Spirit rises strong,
Cuts through filth, rights the wrong.
Mirages shatter, fade to black —
Fools sink, never come back.

Shake the dust —
Break the chain.
No lies remain,
Only pain.



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Fool

All is wasted under this cursed sky.
Joy is only for the fool who won’t ask why.
Then you stand like prey in a shooting range,
Targeted by another fool, sharp and strange,

Armed far better, aiming for your brain,
These cursed lands breed idiots, insane.
Where darkness reigns, not even a spark —
Only lies towering like Everest stark.

You live trapped in a zoo’s grim cage,
Half-beasts roaming, full of rage.
The fool breeds even in chains,
Joyful in his new-world pains.

He feels no soul’s sharp sting or grief,
Blind to fascist’s vile deceit.
The world destroyed “for his health’s sake,”
But if no blood flows, the fool will take

His feast, and think it’s all a game,
While wisdom guards against the shame.
Fools run the madhouse worldwide —
With liars, thugs standing side by side.

Fools cheer their masks — the muzzles bind
The dumbest slaves, deaf and blind.
If cops don’t wear helmets yet,
And graves aren’t filling just yet,

Then all is fine — let’s eat and breed,
Drink on, ignore the growing greed.
No need for truth to slaves so blind —
The fake virus will end mankind.



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FOOL

All’s wasted under this **** sky.
Only fools find joy — no need to try.
You’re target practice in a firing range,
Another idiot shoots you — cold and strange.

Better armed, they smash your mind,
This hell breeds idiots, deaf and blind.
No light, just lies piled Everest-high,
You live trapped in a beastmen’s lie.

Fools breed behind cold bars,
Happy slaves to their new scars.
No pain, no truth inside their head,
Blind to fascists — death and dread.

They “protect” your health by killing this world,
No blood? Then fools feast, flags unfurled.
Wisdom fights — fools run the show,
With liars, thugs in sick combo.

Masks choke dumb slaves, no hope in sight,
Cops without helmets, graves not quite right.
So all is fine — keep eating, breed,
Drown in lies, ignore the need.

Truth is poison to the dumb,
Fake virus wipes out some.
The fool’s last laugh — a final breath,
Doomed to march to silent death.



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FOOL'S WAR CRY

Fools feast while the world decays,
Brains are targets in the haze.
Masks choke slaves, cops lie and cheat —
Wake or rot beneath their feet!

**** the lies, burn the fools,
Break the chains, smash their rules!
No mercy for the dumb and blind —
Fight with fire, free your mind!



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FOOL'S WAR SCREAM

Fools breed plague, a choking blight,
Brains get blasted — no respite.
Masks on slaves, cops choke and lie,
Truth gets crushed, let ******* die!

Burn the fools, no mercy shown,
Crush their lies, break every bone!
No pity for the dumb and weak —
Rage, revolt, the strong don’t speak!

Chains will snap beneath our boots,
Crush the **** and rotten suits!
Wake the fire, strike with hate —
Fools are fodder for the fate!



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SHADOWS OF THE FOOL

Fools crawl blind in endless night,
Feeding lies that **** the light.
Masks suffocate, chains grow tight —
Death awaits the weak, the blind, the trite.

No salvation, no reprieve,
Only blood that fools conceive.
Rot and filth beneath their skin,
This is where the darkness wins.

Crush the plague, the human ****,
Break their bones — no hope will come.
Silent screams and shattered bones,
The fools will rot in hell alone.

Rise, the fire burns so cold,
Truth forgotten, lies unfold.
In the shadows, fury waits —
Fools will drown in twisted fates.



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SHROUDED IN FOOL'S DARKNESS

Fools drag chains through endless night,
Breathing poison, killing light.
Blindly crawling in their hell,
Souls enslaved in cursed shell.

Masks choke tight — no air, no hope,
In this pit, no chance to cope.
Filth and rot beneath cracked skin,
Sins of mind, the plague within.

Madness rules, the world decays,
Truth consumed by lies’ malaise.
Silent screams behind the veil,
Broken wills that always fail.

Burn them down — the pestilence,
Crush the spawn of impotence.
Let the shadows swallow all,
Fools shall drown beneath their fall.

No salvation waits for those
Whose minds rot where darkness grows.
Hell’s own puppets, lost and blind —
Wretched fools of cursed kind.

Rise the fire, cold and grim,
Light’s last breath grows faint and dim.
But in ashes, fury wakes —
Vengeance born when darkness breaks.



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FOOL'S WRATH — NO MERCY GIVEN

Fools drag chains through ****-stained night,
Choking lies that **** the light.
Blinded, cursed, and dragged to hell,
Souls crushed hard inside their shell.

Masks suffocate, no breath, no hope,
In this *******, no way to cope.
Rotting guts and filthy skin,
Mindless plague — the devil’s sin.

Madness rules — the world’s decayed,
Truth’s been ripped and torn away.
Silent screams beneath the veil,
Broken wills that always fail.

Burn the vermin, purge the ****,
Crush their lies till all is numb.
Let the shadows drown them deep,
Fools deserve the grave they keep.

No salvation for the blind,
Rotting filth that eats the mind.
Hell’s own puppets, slaves in chains —
Pathetic fools, the world’s remains.

Raise the fire, cold and grim,
Light’s last breath flickers and dims.
From the ash, a fury wakes —
Vengeance born as darkness breaks.



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FOOL’S WRATH

Fools rot, blind slaves in chains,
Breeding lies, disease remains.
Rotting brains and broken souls —
Hell’s own dogs with filthy goals.

Masks choke, silence screams,
Lost in lies, crushed dreams.
Burn the ****, purge the pain —
Only ashes will remain.

No hope for stupid fools,
Wretched slaves, broken rules.
Fire rises — darkness falls,
Vengeance shouts — the final call.

Truth is weapon, lies decay,
Fools will rot — no other way.
Hell’s plague on this ****** earth,
Time to burn the fool’s false worth.



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Scab

Those pulling strings won’t blow their cover—
Invisible behind the show.
Clowns act out the ****’s script, no other,
Whip lies slashing, beating low.

The puppetmaster lurks in shadows,
Dreams to bind all strings for life.
Fools groan, curse clowns with bitter echoes,
But truth’s denied amid the strife.

To **** all thought—that’s ruling’s purpose,
Success lies in dumbing down the crowd.
From age to age, the mind grows worthless,
Idiocy reigns fierce and loud.

For most are fools, a pliant herd,
Easy to steer through clownish acts.
The **** got bold—now plans are stirred
To build death camps for killing facts.

And CowID showed the brutal truth:
How simple it is to enslave—
A global camp for fools uncouth,
A world infected by the scab of knaves.



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The Scab

The ones who pull the strings won’t die —
They hide unseen behind the freakshow.
Clowns obey the filthy lie,
Whipping truth with every blow.

The puppetmaster basks in shade,
Dreams of binding all the strings.
Fools moan, curse clowns, but truth’s betrayed —
No honor in the puppets’ kings.

To **** all thought — the ruler’s goal,
Success in dumbing down the breed.
Generation dull, a blackened hole,
Idiots spawned like rotting ****.

The herd of fools is all they need,
So easy to control the mob.
The **** got brazen, plotting greed —
Death camps built for easier job.

CowID proved how **** simple,
To cage the world in hellish bars.
A plague of scabs, dumb and crippled,
Ruled by freaks with empty scars.



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Tragic Themes

Tragic themes, best left alone,
By fools too dull to hear or see,
It’s easier in Hell to rot
When dumb and mute — a misery.

Dumb is he whose mind and soul
Turn deaf to tragedy’s call,
Madness is the heir they sow —
Into ranks of Satan’s thrall.

Satan’s servants, blind and numb,
Fed with false hope, thick and lame,
Mind’s a slurry, mush, and sludge —
Fascism’s seed is sown in shame.

Dull fools always march to fascism,
Chewing up the last of honor,
Those with conscience face the end,
Cut down silent, no defender.

Not just bullets end their days —
Crushed in silence, left to drown,
In poverty, forgotten deep,
No one hears them ’midst the clown.

All media’s chained to devils —
CowID proved the puppets’ role.
With new devils come new lies,
Fascism’s face takes darker toll.

****** now by lies alone —
Darkness’ chief and cruelest art,
Reducing humans to mere beasts —
Hell’s chaos tearing hearts apart.



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Propaganda

Propaganda’s like Uganda —
Level of “progress” is crap.
Run by **** who feed on Satan,
Spewing ashes, poison sap.

Dumbheads get it dumped on top —
People bear it, brains decay,
This foul *******’s cruelty
Rips their minds and burns away.

**** pulls strings, the clown’s a puppet,
Dancing dumb on TV’s stage,
“Politician” triples lies,
Cash his only real wage.

Goebbels spins in Hell’s own vat,
Wild beasts trust his crap with zeal,
Worship dung with sick devotion —
Filth that’s forced on us to feel.

Half-baked Fuhrer hits the box,
Blabbering lies to all who hear,
“King’s not real” — spit it out,
Trample truth without a tear.

Two-faced Fuhrer rules the scene,
Propaganda’s worth the price.
Beasts in war, unseen but deadly,
Destroy souls in silent ice.

Stupid world with open ears,
Forgot how to think and see,
War’s real trophy is the souls,
Who let beasts inside their plea.



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Storm Within

There’s no such thing as "happiness"
For slaves so weak and small.
Only storms and darkness reign —
If your mind begins to fall.

You must rebuild from inside,
Learn this truth and keep it true:
Spirit’s fire alone can break
The hell that’s crushing you.

This hell drives souls to death,
Not just the flesh, but deep —
A worthy man becomes a worm,
Lost in shadows steep.

Trust nothing but yourself,
These gates lead to the end.
Deception cuts like knives on paths
That never seem to bend.

Your soul is torn to shreds —
Heal yourself or die.
Sooner or later it will break,
No matter how you try.

Seek no teacher’s hollow words —
Chase the shadows out.
Your mind’s a cesspool — filled with crap,
Fighting without doubt.

The stench won’t just fade away —
Drive that filth from sight,
Or hell will reign within your mind,
Darkening all your light.

Strength and wisdom live inside,
Cleanse your thoughts, uproot lies,
Weeds of falsehood sprout like vines,
Sown for many days gone by.

Sharpen your critical blade —
Cut through the ****** deceit.
To hell with fake politeness —
Burn lies in scorching heat.

Engage in work creative,
Love the process, not the prize.
The sprouts you grow will feed your soul,
And make your spirit rise.

You are your judge and reward,
Joy returns through the night,
Amid the nightmare called existence —
When you reclaim your light.

Stay clear from blind sheep’s herd —
Guard your strength with care.
Their animal "prana" poisons —
Run fast from that snare!

Turn your gaze from the masses,
Focus deep on the known:
The path of true awakening,
Where lies get overthrown.

Concentrate on "other worlds,"
Not this prison of dread,
For in obsession, madness dwells —
And fear will cloud your head.

These "other worlds" are spirit’s flight,
A higher realm to own.
Cast off rotten crutches — dead weight,
And leave them all alone.

This hellish world is all crutches —
Built on idols vile.
Tear down these false gods, cleanse your soul —
Heed only lyre’s wild.

For in harsh poetry,
Worlds beyond break through the gloom —
Sharp as blades when poets speak,
Their truths cut through the tomb.

There’s much more yet to say —
Lyre’s burden is deep,
But this tale must wait for now —
More secrets you shall keep.



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Storm Within

No joy exists for wretched slaves,
Just storms that rip your mind apart.
When spirit’s weak, you walk the graves —
A broken soul, a shattered heart.

Rebuild yourself from deep inside,
Learn this hard truth — your inner flame
Alone can burn the hellworld’s lies,
Destroy the shackles, break the chain.

This hell drives souls toward decay,
Turns worthy men to crawling filth.
The devil’s slaves obey, obey —
Consumed by darkness, drowned in guilt.

Trust no one — only yourself,
These gates lead straight to death’s domain.
Deception slashes like a blade,
Your soul’s blood spilled in bitter pain.

Your heart’s a battlefield, all torn —
Heal now or die beneath the weight.
The poison’s deep; the night is worn —
You face the endless hand of fate.

Forget the teachers, fools, and liars —
Expel the shadows from your mind.
Your thoughts are cesspools, rotted pyres,
Where toxic filth is intertwined.

The stench won’t fade; you must uproot
This plague or hell will reign inside.
Your consciousness, the only root —
Clear lies before they crush your pride.

Strength and wisdom dwell within,
Purge your thoughts, uproot the weeds.
Falsehood’s seeds breed endless sin —
They feed on pain and darkest deeds.

Sharpen your sword of clarity —
Slice lies with ruthless, deadly force.
Forget the mask of “politeness” —
Burn deceit without remorse.

Create with passion, fight with love,
The process is the only prize.
The sprouts you nurture rise above
The poison and the hateful lies.

You are your judge, your only prize,
Joy can return despite the night.
In this hellscape called "existence,"
You wrest your soul back into light.

Avoid the sheep — their dumbed-down herd,
Their “animal breath” will poison you.
Run far, escape their stinking herd,
Before their plague infects you too.

Divert your gaze from empty crowds,
Focus sharp on truth’s own path.
Seek out the worlds beyond the clouds —
Beyond the rage, beyond the wrath.

Fixate on other realms, not here —
This prison built on fear and hate.
Obsession breeds the madman’s sneer,
And fear enslaves the human state.

Those “other worlds” — the spirit’s flight,
A higher place beyond decay.
Cast off the rotten crutches, blight —
Discard false idols, burn away.

This world’s a cage of crutches, lies,
Built on foul idols, dead and cold.
Tear down these shrines with fire in eyes,
Cleanse your soul, be fierce and bold.

For poetry can cut like knives,
Revealing worlds beyond the night.
The harshest words are battle cries,
Truth’s razor piercing dark with light.

There’s more to say — the lyre knows —
But secrets wait in shadowed folds.
The story deep inside still grows,
More truths remain to be told.



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Storm Within

No joy for slaves who crawl and rot,
Just endless storms inside the brain.
When spirit’s crushed, you’re what you’re not —
A hollow shell consumed by pain.

Reforge your soul from ash and flame,
Embrace the fury deep within.
Only fire can burn this shame,
And break the chains of flesh and sin.

This hell drives souls into the pit,
Turns proud men into crawling waste.
The devil’s dogs obey and sit,
Their honor lost, their will disgraced.

Believe no one — just trust your blood,
The gates to death swing wide and black.
Deception’s knives drip poisoned flood,
And drag your spirit’s life off track.

Your soul’s a battlefield of scars,
Heal fast or drown beneath the weight.
The poison sinks, the night is mars,
You stand before your final fate.

Forget the fools, the liars’ lies —
Purge shadows from your mental core.
Your mind’s a swamp where darkness lies,
A cesspool breeding endless gore.

The stench won’t fade — root out the plague,
Or hell will claim your very breath.
Your consciousness must fight and rage,
Destroy deceit, defy your death.

Inside you dwell the strength and light,
Clear out the weeds, uproot the rot.
Falsehood’s seeds breed endless blight —
They feed on all that’s good and fought.

Sharpen your blade — relentless, sharp,
Slice lies to ashes, burn their veil.
Forget the mask, the fake “sharpsharp” —
The truth will carve and never fail.

Create with fire, fight with hate,
Love every stroke, embrace the strife.
Your growing shoots will dominate
The sickness choking all your life.

You are the judge, the warrior’s prize,
Joy can return from darkest hell.
In this nightmare called "existence,"
You wrest your soul from death’s cold spell.

Avoid the sheep, the dumbed-down horde,
Their stench will poison flesh and mind.
Run fast, escape their cursed sword,
Before their plague enslaves mankind.

Turn eyes away from empty herds,
Fix gaze on realms beyond the cage.
Seek worlds where spirit flies like birds —
Beyond the fury, fear, and rage.

Focus sharp on other planes,
This world’s a cage of fear and lies.
Madness grows where darkness reigns,
And fear is law beneath these skies.

Those “other worlds” — the spirit’s fire,
A realm beyond decay and death.
Cast off the crutches, false desire —
Burn idols cold with final breath.

This world’s a prison made of lies,
Built on idols foul and dead.
Tear down those shrines, watch falsehood die,
Cleanse your soul — rise from the dead.

Poetry’s a sword that cuts,
Revealing realms beyond the dark.
Harsh words ignite, fierce thunderstruts,
Truth’s blade ignites the faintest spark.

There’s more to say — the lyre screams —
But secrets wait beyond the veil.
The story’s deep — a flood of dreams,
More truths await beyond the pale.



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Storm Within

No joy for slaves who rot and crawl,
Only storms that drag you down.
When spirit’s crushed — you’re nothing at all —
A crawling beast beneath the crown.

Reforge your soul in blazing hell,
Embrace the wrath that burns inside.
Only fire can break this spell —
And shred the chains of flesh and pride.

This pit of hell drives souls to sludge,
Turns kings to vermin, fit to die.
The devil’s dogs bark loud and judge,
Their honor dead, beneath the sky.

Trust no ****** — trust your blood,
The gates to death swing wide and black.
The lies will stab you like a flood,
Dragging your soul down a broken track.

Your mind’s a swamp of poison and ****,
A cesspool breeding endless death.
The stench won’t leave, you must commit
To purge the rot with iron breath.

Within you burns the primal light,
Rip out the weeds, crush every lie.
The seeds of poison choke your sight —
A graveyard ‘neath a toxic sky.

Sharpen the blade, relentless steel,
Slice through the plague and burn the veil.
No tact, no mercy — lies must kneel,
Their carcasses feed the hellish gale.

Create with rage, destroy with fire,
Love every scar that marks the fight.
Your wrath will rise, it won’t expire —
The darkness cowers at your light.

You’re judge, executioner, and flame,
Joy’s return from Hell’s cold grip.
In nightmare’s depths, reclaim your name —
Rip life from Death’s corrupting slip.

Avoid the sheep, the herd of fools,
Their stench will poison all they touch.
Run fast, escape their fatal rules,
Their poisoned breath kills much too much.

Turn your gaze from empty herds,
Fix on realms beyond this cage.
Seek worlds where freedom breaks the words,
Beyond the fear, the rage, the rage.

Focus sharp on spirit’s plane,
This world’s a cage of fear and lies.
Madness rules where darkness reigns,
And Death commands beneath these skies.

Other worlds — the fire of soul,
Realms beyond decay and death.
Cast away the crutches’ role —
Burn false idols with your breath.

This world’s a prison built on lies,
Idols foul and long since dead.
Tear their temples down — watch truth rise,
Cleanse your soul — resurrect the dead.

Poetry’s a blade that cuts,
Reveals the realms beyond the night.
Harsh words like thunder — deafening ruts —
Truth’s blade ignites the final fight.

More to say — the lyre screams —
Secrets wait beyond the veil.
A flood of wrath, a stream of dreams,
More truth awaits beyond the pale.



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Inner Storm

No joy for slaves in hell’s decay,
Only storms that drag you down.
When spirit dies — you’re just the prey,
A filthy beast beneath the crown.

Reforge yourself inside the flame,
Embrace the wrath that burns your core.
Only fire can break the chain,
And drag you back from death’s dark door.

This pit of poison breeds the ******,
Turns kings to filth, their honor sold.
The devil’s puppets grip the land,
Their lies like chains, their hearts are cold.

Trust no **** — trust only blood,
The gates to death swing wide and black.
Lies tear your soul like poisoned flood,
Dragging you down a shattered track.

Your mind’s a sewer filled with rot,
A cesspool boiling with disease.
The stench won’t leave — you must fight lot,
And purge the slime with iron breeze.

Inside you burns the primal spark,
Rip out the weeds, destroy the blight.
The poison seeds choke out the dark —
A graveyard crawling in the night.

Sharpen the blade — unflinching steel,
Cut through the plague, burn every lie.
No mercy now — make demons kneel,
Their carcasses feed hell’s black sky.

Create with fury, forge with pain,
Love every scar that marks the war.
Your wrath will rise and never wane —
Darkness will cower, flee, and roar.

Judge, executioner, and flame,
Joy reborn from Hell’s cold grip.
In nightmare’s depths reclaim your name —
Rip life from Death’s corrupting slip.

Avoid the sheep, the dumb, the blind,
Their stench will poison all they touch.
Run fast, escape their fatal bind,
Their poisoned breath kills far too much.

Turn your gaze from empty herds,
Fix on realms beyond this cage.
Seek worlds where freedom breaks the words,
Beyond the fear, the rage, the rage.

Focus sharp on spirit’s plane,
This world’s a cage of fear and lies.
Madness rules where darkness reigns,
And Death commands beneath these skies.

Other worlds — the soul’s fierce fire,
Realms beyond the decay and death.
Cast away crutches — false desire —
Burn idols down with righteous breath.

This world’s a prison built on lies,
Idols foul and long since dead.
Tear their temples down — truth will rise,
Cleanse your soul — resurrect the dead.

Poetry’s a blade that cuts,
Revealing realms beyond the night.
Harsh words like thunder — deafening ruts —
Truth’s blade ignites the final fight.

More awaits — the lyre screams loud —
Secrets lie beyond the veil.
Wrath floods forth — a storm, a cloud —
Truth’s fire will shatter the pale.



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Ragequake

No bliss for slaves beneath the sun —
Only storms that break and burn.
When spirit’s crushed, the end’s begun,
You’re just a beast with no return.

Rebuild inside, ignite your core,
Let fury blast the chains away.
Only wrath can settle score,
And drag you screaming from decay.

This hell breeds fiends that wear a crown,
Kings turned to vermin, sold to lies.
Devil’s pawns, they drag us down,
Their venom poisoning the skies.

Trust nothing but your blood and bone,
Death’s gates swing wide for all who fall.
Lies rip the soul and grind to stone,
A shattered mind in hell’s black hall.

Your mind’s a sewer, foul and thick,
A rotten pit that stinks of doom.
The stench won’t fade — it claws and sticks,
Purge the slime or face your tomb.

Inside you burns a savage flame,
Tear out the weeds that choke your breath.
Poison seeds born in your name,
Feed the worms of creeping death.

Sharpen sharp your ruthless sword —
Cut lies to ash, burn every mask.
No mercy now, strike the horde,
Feed hell’s fire — complete the task.

Create in fury, build in pain,
Love each scar earned in this fight.
Your wrath is pure, it breaks the chain —
Darkness flees before your light.

Judge, executioner, flame —
Joy reborn from hellish grip.
In nightmares fierce reclaim your name —
Drag life back from death’s cold slip.

Flee the flock, the blind, the fools,
Their stench will poison all they touch.
Escape the deathly sheepfold rules,
Their breath’s a plague that kills too much.

Turn your eyes to realms beyond,
Fix your soul on distant planes.
Seek worlds where truth is found,
Beyond fear’s chains and madness’ chains.

Focus sharp on spirit’s flame —
This world’s a cage of lies and dread.
Madness rules and death proclaims —
Dark shadows linger where we tread.

Other worlds — soul’s raging fire,
Realms beyond this rotten death.
Throw down crutches, false desire —
Burn idols with your righteous breath.

This world’s a prison built on lies,
Temples shattered, idols dead.
Tear it down, let truth arise —
Cleanse your soul, raise from the dead.

Poetry is the razor’s edge,
Cutting through the darkest night.
Words that roar, the prophet’s pledge —
Truth’s fire sets the final fight.

More awaits beyond the veil,
Lyre’s scream breaks the silence tight.
Wrath ignites a thunderous gale —
Truth’s storm will shatter endless night.



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Pyrrhic Victory

The media brazenly lies,
Wiping minds, dimming eyes,
And we obey the Dark’s commands,
Marching blind to no-man’s lands.

The world soaked in total lies,
Like an ocean mad and wide,
A victory for beasts deranged—
Conformist sheep, forever chained.

No country left to call its own,
The fire of death in Hell is sown.
The Earth itself—Hell’s twisted throne,
Where traitors thrive, corrupt, alone.

Only one thing wakes the dead—
The sharp command: “Attack!” it said.
Fascism rules where minds have died,
In lies and fear we all abide.

False CowID exposed the game,
Then madness warred without a name.
Before that, AIDS had dulled the throng—
Now needles lead the blind along,

Turning sheep to wicked cattle,
Obedient to evil’s battle.

The whole world’s gripped by dark control,
A madman leads the captive soul
To camps anew—this vile disgrace.
If we allowed this evil place,

Then we must bear the blame and cost,
For letting all humanity be lost.

A Pyrrhic win against the foe—
Burning slaves with evil’s glow,
To clear the field for cruel experiments,
Where darkness breeds new torments.



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The Luciferian System

No matter what problems rise,
No matter what barriers stand—
Once you bow to System’s lies,
You’re no more than a dog, a hand

Ready to obey on scraps,
“Attack!” you’ll do with slavish zeal.
For fake safety, empty snacks,
You’ll crush freedom’s fragile feel.

Prepare to face the slaughterhouse—
Betrayers get disposed with speed.
Younger dogs will take your vows,
It’s all numbers here they heed.

No matter what problems come,
Save your soul through all the lies.
Though this truth is old and numb,
Mirages cloud your weary eyes.

The System’s base is darkest haze,
Its weapon—lies that cut like knives.
We live in these declining days—
Don’t count money, count your life.

From the global kennel’s cage,
If your soul is light and free,
You’ll set sail for Spirit’s stage—
But the trained dog falls to the deep.



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The Luciferian System

No matter what walls block your way,
No matter what hellscape you face—
Once you bow to the System’s sway,
You’re just a beast, a bred disgrace.

Ready to snap at the crumb,
“Attack!” they command with cold sneer.
For fake safety, junk to numb,
You’ll **** the freedom you hold dear.

Brace yourself for the killing floor—
Traitors get crushed without a thought.
Younger hounds will race for more,
Just numbers in this brutal plot.

No matter what chaos breaks loose,
Save your soul amidst the lies.
This old truth’s a fatal noose,
Mirages blind the wise.

The System thrives on thickest smoke,
Its weapon is pure filthy lies.
We’re drowning in the final choke—
Count not your coins, but your cries.

From the worldwide dog pound’s hell,
If your soul’s still sharp and clean,
You’ll break free from this cursed shell—
While trained dogs drown in the obscene.



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The Luciferian System

No matter what **** walls arise,
No matter how the darkness bleeds—
If you bow down, betray the skies,
You’re nothing but a slave who feeds.

A savage hound, a mindless beast,
Snapping for your pitiful crumbs.
“Attack!” they howl—the cruel feast
Of broken souls, the silence drums.

Welcome to the slaughterhouse,
Where traitors bleed and rot in chains.
Young wolves sharpen sharpened jaws,
Counting only flesh and gains.

No hope remains—just twisted lies,
A fog that chokes the breathing light.
Your soul’s a corpse beneath the skies,
Drowned deep in endless, soulless night.

The System’s plague is darkest blight,
Its weapon forged from poison breath.
We march into eternal night—
Not coin, but spirit meets its death.

From global kennels, reeking hell,
If your soul’s not cracked or sold,
You’ll break these ****** chains of spell—
While trained dogs drown in filth and cold.

Bow not to Lucifer’s cold grin—
Or fall into the black abyss.
Where screams are swallowed deep within,
And light is but a dying kiss.



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Luciferian System

No matter how the chaos screams,
No matter how the darkness swells—
Submit yourself, become their fiend,
A dog condemned to endless hell.

A beast enslaved, mind torn to shreds,
Snarling for your scraps of lies.
“Attack!” commands the puppeteers,
While freedom in your spirit dies.

Welcome to the slaughter pit,
Where traitors choke on bitter chains.
Young wolves prowl, teeth sharpened sharp—
Counting only blood and gains.

No light escapes this poisoned veil,
No hope beyond the blackened breath.
Your soul a carcass, crushed and frail,
Drowning in eternal death.

The System’s core—deception’s maw,
Its venom seeps through every vein.
We walk the path of final law—
Where spirit bleeds and breaks in pain.

From kennels vast and world consumed,
If you’re not cracked, if still you fight,
You’ll break the spell, resist the doom—
While trained dogs fade into night.

Bow to Lucifer? Be ******.
Fall into the void below,
Where screams are swallowed by the ******,
And light’s last ember flickers low.

There is no mercy in this tomb,
No salvation for the weak—
Only endless, yawning gloom,
Where darkness reigns and hope is bleak.

Fight or fall in shadow’s grip,
The abyss waits with open jaws—
But to kneel is your soul’s death trip,
In Lucifer’s cruel claws.



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Luciferian System — Descent into the Abyss

No matter what hell haunts your mind,
No matter what walls close you in—
Submit yourself, become their kind,
A hound bred for eternal sin.

A slave to shadows, stripped of will,
Snarling, broken, licking lies.
“Attack!” the masters coldly shrill,
While your last freedom slowly dies.

Into the slaughterhouse of souls,
Where traitors bleed without a sound,
Young wolves hunt, control the roles,
Counting corpses, cold and drowned.

No light escapes this cursed cage,
No hope survives the poisoned breath.
Your spirit crushed beneath the rage—
A carcass fed to endless death.

The System’s heart is lies and plague,
Its venom floods your every vein.
We live the age of final plague—
Where only agony remains.

From global kennels, vast and grim,
If soul is light enough to flee,
Break through the darkness, tear the rim—
Or drown with dogs in misery.

Bow down to Lucifer’s cruel throne?
Fall deep into the endless pit—
Where screams are crushed and all alone,
Hope’s dying embers barely lit.

No mercy waits beyond this door,
No grace for those too weak to fight—
Just endless night, a brutal war,
Where darkness smothers every light.

Resist or perish in its grip,
The abyss yawns with savage jaws—
To kneel is death, a poisoned sip,
Held tight within the devil’s claws.



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Revolt Against the Abyss

Break the chains — no time for fear,
This System’s venom rules too long!
Their lies are swords, their grip severe,
But we rise fierce, defy the wrong.

No slave to puppets’ vile commands,
No leash to bite, no throat to choke.
We burn their lies with open hands,
And crush their fake, accursed yoke.

The Devil’s dogs shall drown in screams,
Their Kennels cracked by rebel fire.
We shatter all their twisted schemes,
Their hollow gods—consume, expire!

The darkness grins, but we bring light,
A blaze of wrath, a flood of truth.
No fake salvation, no false right—
Just iron will, the sword of proof.

This war is ours—no place for lies,
No mercy for the blind and weak.
We’ll strike the venom where it lies,
Expose the frauds, the snakes who speak.

Rise up, your spirit cannot die,
Though hell surrounds with ruthless claws.
From ashes, flames will pierce the sky—
We are the storm that breaks their laws.

No more slaves! No quiet despair!
No lies, no chains, no false consent!
We tear the mask, reveal the snare—
And claim the night with fierce intent.

Fight on, the abyss will crack and fall—
When madness meets the warrior’s roar.



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Step into the Abyss

No turning back — just step ahead,
Break chains and shatter frozen dread!
Your gaze a blade, your heart is steel,
Burn down your fear, ignite the zeal.

In this hell where darkness reigns,
Light tears the veils, the falsehood wanes!
Enemies quake, their masks will crack,
Their lies will shatter — no turning back.

You’re no slave, no puppet weak,
Rebellion’s pulse runs wild and sleek!
Soul’s fire — fearless, sharp as swords,
Let false worlds drown in mocking hordes.

Though hell still crushes fragile earth,
You’re the fracture, lightning’s birth!
Break the system, cast off chains,
A rebel’s roar will burn the plains.

Your spirit — lightning, thunder’s strike,
Where fears turn dust, lies fold like pike.
Rise, fighter, shout into the night —
Let liars fall in blazing light!



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No Mercy for the Puppeteers

Chains will snap, and heads will roll,
No mercy for the puppeteers’ control.
Their rotten lies, their toxic breath,
We'll drag them screaming down to death.

False gods crumble, masks will burn,
The tides of rage begin to turn.
No place for traitors, liars, snakes —
Their hollow empire splits and breaks.

The weak obey, the strong revolt,
With sharpened minds and no remorse.
This world’s a cage, but hell awaits,
For those who serve the hands of fate.

So raise the fist, embrace the pain,
In ashes’ storm, we rise again.
No compromise, no silent truce,
Destroy the liars — end abuse.



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Horror of Non-Being

Worse than worse — your life decays,
Clear as day — no light betrays.
Not a moment, not a breath,
Free from thoughts of hell and death.

The whole world’s ripped, the whole world’s lost,
Plunging deep, the final cost.
The ninth great wave of lies and pain,
Drowning souls in ceaseless rain.

Rotten lies have claimed it all,
Wounds that bleed, the endless crawl.
They just whine — weak fight, no grit,
Idiots howl, their fate is writ.

Enough’s enough — this hell must break!
For kin’s disgrace, the fascists quake.
They built a camp, a deathly tomb,
A cesspit’s stink, eternal doom.

Only Sun can burn this Bedlam,
Scorch to bottom, break the dam.
Tremble now, you foul disgrace,
For betraying Mind and Grace.

Vile creatures face their doom,
Mad hordes accounted soon.
You’ll rise again if spirit’s tough,
Return to those who wait above.

They wait for brave who kept their pride,
Die with skill, no place to hide.
The time has come — embrace the dark,
The final reckoning will spark.



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Horror of Non-Being

Worse than hell, your wasted life,
Clear as glass — no end to strife.
Not a second, not a breath,
Free from shadows cast by death.

World torn open, torn to shreds,
Falling fast to endless dregs.
Ninth wave crashing, lies ablaze,
Drowning all in toxic haze.

Rot and filth have crushed it all,
Bleeding wounds, the final fall.
Whiners whimper, fight is lost,
Idiots howl — the world’s their cost.

Break this Hell, it’s time to burn!
Shame on kin who won’t return.
Fascist **** built camps of pain,
Stinking cesspools drenched in shame.

Only Sun can scorch this pit,
Burn it down, the hate must split.
Tremble, worm, you sold your soul,
Betrayed the Mind, betrayed the Whole.

Filthy beasts will face the fire,
Mad mobs crushed beneath the pyre.
Rise again if spirit’s steel,
Back to those who dare to feel.

They await the brave and true,
Those who kept their honor due.
Die with purpose, die with hate,
Now’s the time to seal your fate.



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Rotten Core

******* ain't no **** coupons —
They shear us, hoarding MARAZM.
Fools block all our way — these monsters
Build their traps to feed the chasm.

No leader’s worse than the rabble
Who blindly worship their lies.
Culture’s fight is now a shamble —
No more nations, just ash skies.

An ******* can sometimes wake,
Grasp a shred, refuse to bend,
But he chose to chew and breed —
Chose the evil in the end.

Selling out for filthy pay,
Feeding greed that only grows,
Gnawing fast to ****** the prize,
Diving deep in putrid throes.

**** like these—no longer human—
Satan reigns their freakish god,
And this curse has lasted ages,
Centuries of devil’s fraud.

No way back—history’s twisted,
All is falsehood, all is dark,
Blindly stumbling through the shadows,
Wandering without a spark.

Fake science rules the present,
Crafting lies with polished skill,
CowID’s proof of madness,
Feeding chaos, breaking will.

******* are our stumbling blocks,
The Führer just a clown of Night.
No peace left, just pens and fences,
For beasts and cages tight.

Reason’s few are fading fast,
Doomed to vanish day by day,
Everything is lost, consumed—
Only fire burns decay.

The Sun brings blazing justice—
Will scorch this mad, corrupted world.
But sheep can’t see the coming blaze,
The endless feast of lies unfurled.

If you trust these filthy fiends,
Blindly follow their commands,
The more the hate and treachery—
The faster death consumes these lands.

Sun and Earth are Reason’s forces,
Fake science gets its checkmate move.
When madness rules the many,
All falls down in final groove.

They don’t need these *******,
Darkness, traitors, filthy spawn,
Ruling with their tons of lies—
Rotten core before the dawn.



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****

All this **** — hopeless, rotten,
Pathetic and a joke.
Monsters lie with mouths wide open —
But **** devours every hoax.

This ****** world’s corrupt and rotten,
Betrayal’s their **** trade.
If you’re smart and brave, you’re dead men—
They die, fade, and degrade.

Drowning deep in ***** and sorrow,
Crawling out just for a flash.
Cities, towns—all pens of *******—
Madness bound to crash.

And the broken—“normal,” hailed,
Only fools create the rage.
Gluttony, *****, and burning pits—
The crown of this bleak stage.

Development and dreams?
Three quarters of the sheep.
Are they human? No—just slaughter—
Goats for demons’ keep.



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****

This world’s pure **** — no hope, no light,
Lies feed the pigs who lost the fight.
Brains rot, guts choke on bitter bile,
Sheep march blind, no will, no guile.

Smart die fast, weak breed the plague,
Madness rules — the truth’s a vague.
Cities burn in mental chains,
Screams drown out the dying brains.

Eat the lies, choke on the grime,
**** devours all sense and time.
Goat-men sold to devil’s game,
Slaughtered sheep with cursed names.



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To the Heights...

A tropical night in Moldova’s land,
By day, the sun scorches, fierce and grand.
Its molten chains may melt away —
For minds too sharp, no place to stay.

The Spirit’s caught in endless traps,
A battle for the soul unwraps.
Traitors fire like guns on sight,
Lies and fear cut like a knife.

Soulless armies breed in war,
The world’s a stench, a hellish core.
In Gorky’s play, we sink so low —
At bottom lies the crushing woe.

Long ago, Tsvetaeva knew,
This place’s price — pure hellish glue.
The noose became her grim release —
Only fools find here their peace.

Tropical nights, the Alps aflame,
The Sun burns down the cursed game.
Hell’s black dust will scatter wide —
With it, the horrors, fear, and pride.

The path to Heights beyond this pain
Runs through the Spirit’s cleansing flame.
Only few will leave that Hell —
Those who refuse the darkness’ sell.



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To the Heights...

Tropical nights in Moldova’s hell,
By day, the sun’s a scorching spell.
It melts the chains of frozen minds —
No place for souls, just death it finds.

Spirit trapped in vicious snares,
The fight for souls — soaked in despairs.
Traitors blast with venomed lies,
Fear sticky, choking, cold disguise.

Soulless beasts breed in this war,
The world’s a stench, a rotting core.
Gorky’s stage — the pit of pain,
Where only madness will remain.

Tsvetaeva saw it clear —
This hell’s no place for hope or fear.
Her noose became the final door —
Only fools endure this gore.

Tropical nights, the Alps ablaze,
The sun burns down the cursed maze.
Hell’s black ashes sweep the land,
Tearing down this cursed brand.

The road to Heights cuts through the fire,
Through Spirit’s wrath and fierce desire.
Few will rise from this abyss —
Those who won’t betray the kiss.



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Manipulating Minds

Manipulating minds —
The cruelest trade on Earth.
From childhood’s earliest finds,
They **** your Reason’s birth.

All school programs shape
To grind you into dust.
The loudest brutes escape,
Inside — the Void and rust.

But few will keep their brains,
While others fall like prey,
Trapped in different chains,
Their souls just fade away.

“Culture” and the box of lies
Will finish off us all.
Here Hell itself defies —
Inhuman triumph’s call.

Work’s a chain, enslaving,
Rest’s a total blank,
The foulest depraving —
Stop whining, stop the prank.

You must discern the snare,
Unmask each cunning trick.
This massive, toxic lair
Is vast and growing thick.

Huge funds have been poured
Into these crafted lies,
Not simple fibs, but war,
A science to disguise.

For years they study how
To blind us, tighten grips,
And every moment now
They sharpen poison-tips.

The art of weaving shame,
Bold, filthy, blatant fraud —
“Science” spins the game,
And fools applaud the fraud.

They’ll worship chains as wings,
Declare dull minds as wise,
And cruelty will bring
The fascist’s new disguise.

They need the stupid brute —
The perfect slave, controlled.
Thus floods the lies acute,
Each stream corrupts the soul.

In this vast flow, we drown,
All snared within the net.
Instead of thirst for truth —
A cesspool full of sweat.

Mindless trivia kills
The Spirit, Reason’s light —
The endless muck that spills
Feeds swarms that crawl at night.

You’ve turned a dung-born fly —
Your Spirit’s flame is dim.
While lies grow wild and high —
The source of every sin.

Yet freedom’s path remains —
Build worlds apart, alone.
Escape this Hell’s domains,
Create your own new throne.



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Center Your Soul

Center on Spirit deep,
And mute your noisy mind —
Then all the chains and lies
Will fade, no more to bind.

See with an open gaze,
Straight into core and truth.
The world’s a fascist maze,
A monster’s cruel booth.

That fiendish breed is “merry,”
Made madhouse here to stay.
And soon that madhouse turns
To *****’s endless fray.

Destroying Spirit’s light —
The core device of Hell.
To turn you dung-born fly,
They push you down to hell.

With poison and with lies,
They twist the minds of men.
Madness spreads like wildfire —
Especially with children.

They dumb the minds with care,
Programming the weak.
The soul and reason fade,
As darkened futures leak.

Under the pressure, fog
Crushes fragile youth.
Into a slave-mind fog,
Stupid, blind to truth.

A twisted, broken breed,
Emerges from this fray.
The herd turns dumb and blind —
To beasts that roam astray.

So easy to degrade,
With poverty and scorn,
No urge to seek the Source —
The Spirit dead, forlorn.

In the end, it kills
The last bright sparks of soul.
Reason rots away —
Humans no more, but lice, the whole.

They storm the “arena” —
That brutal ***** pit.
Pay dearly every time
To leave this lunatic.

The price is Spirit’s strain,
The last fierce fight to rise.
You’ll find your cleansing fire —
If you don’t shake or hide.

When you become as one
With yearning toward the Light,
You’ll never be a beast,
You’ll claim your answer’s right.

That answer burns within —
No gifts will come from them.
Soon all will forget
That only Spirit’s gem

Is worth the highest cost.
Ignite! Burn fierce and bright!
You’ll see then clear at last —
It’s not some “heaven’s” blight,

Nor dull oblivion’s sleep,
But Spirit’s fight to keep.
Anna  Apr 2013
Puddle
Anna Apr 2013
Drown Drown Drown
racism and sexism and discrimination
   and cancer and **** and abduction
        and cutting and suicide and drugs
               and broken hearts and torn souls
                      and ripped families and terrorists
                            just Drown Drown Drown

Drown till I can't see you no more
Drown without a sound
Drown Drown Drown

Please... Please... PLEASE...

before it Drowns Drowns Drowns me.
I
GRANDFATHER sang it under the gallows:
" Hear, gentlemen, ladies, and all mankind:
Money is good and a girl might be better.
But good strong blows are delights to the mind.'
There, standing on the catt,
He sang it from his heart.
Those fanatics all that we do would undo;
Down the fanatic, down the clown;
Down, down, hammer them down,
Down to the tune of O'Donnell Abu.
"A girl I had, but she followed another,
Money I had, and it went in the night,
Strong drink I had, and it brought me to sorrow,
But a good strong cause and blows are delight.'
All there caught up the tune:
"On, on, my darling man'.
Those fanatics all that we do would undo;
Down the fanatic, down the clown;
Down, down, hammer them down,
Down to the tune of O'Donnell Abu.
"Money is good and a girl might be better,
No matter what happens and who takes the fall,
But a good strong cause' -- the rope gave a **** there,
No more sang he, for his throat was too small;
But he kicked before he died,
He did it out of pride.
Those fanatics all that we do would undo;
Down the fanatic, down the clown;
Down, down, hammer them down,
Down to the tune of O'Donnell Abu.

II
Justify all those renowned generations;
They left their bodies to fatten the wolves,
They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes,
Fled to far countries, or sheltered themselves
In cavem, crevice, hole,
Defending Ireland's soul.
"Drown all the dogs,' said the fierce young woman,
"They killed my goose and a cat.
Drown, drown in the water-but,
<1Drown all the dogs,' said the fierce young woman.
Justify all those renowned generations,
Justify all that have sunk in their blood,
Justify all that have died on the scaffold,
Justify all that have fled, that have stood,
Stood or have marched the night long
Singing, singing a song.
"Drown all the dogs,' said the fierce young woman.
"They killed my goose and a cat.
Drown, drown in the water-****,
Drown all the dogs,' said the fierce young woman.
Fail, and that history turns into *******,
All that great past to a trouble of fools;
Those that come after shall mock at O'Donnell,
Mock at the memory of both O'Neills,
Mock Emmet, mock Parnell:
All the renown that fell.
"Drown all the dogs,' said the fierce young woman,
"They killed my goose and a cat.
Drown, drown in the water-****,
Drown all the dogs,' said the fierce young woman.

III
The soldier takes pride in saluting his Captain,
The devotee proffers a knee to his Lord,
Some back a mare thrown from a thoroughbred,
Troy backed its Helen; Troy died and adored;
Great nations blossom above;
A slave bows down to a slave.
Who'd care to dig em,' said the old, old man,
"Those six feet marked in chalk?
Much I talk, more I walk;
Time I were buried,' said the old, old man.
When nations are empty up there at the top,
When order has weakened or faction is strong,
Time for us all to pick out a good tune,
Take to the roads and go marching along.
March, march -- How does it run? --
O any old words to a tune.
"Who'd care to dig 'em,' said the old, old man,
'Those six feet marked in chalk?
Much I talk, more I walk;
Time I were buried,' said the old, old man.
Soldiers take pride in saluting their Captain,
Where are the captains that govetn mankind?
What happens a tree that has nothing within it?
O marching wind, O a blast of the wind.
Marching, marching along.
March, march, lift up the song:
"Who'd care to dig 'em,' said the old, old man.
"Those six feet marked in chalk?
Much I talk, more I walk;
Time I were buried,' said the old, old man.
robin  Mar 2013
stagnant water
robin Mar 2013
i heard a girl once say,
if i could
i would drown
in poetry.
i would throw myself
into a sea of verses
and sink in splendor.

oh, no, i thought -

no you wouldn't.

if there was a sea of poetry
the coasts would be ringed with barbed-wire
and electric fences,
and signs that yelled warning
keep out
undertow

and swim on risk of death -
the beach would be littered with broken glass
from all the drunks that took their last drink
on the edge of a stanza.
the water would be turbulent
and *****
and cold,
and you might admire it one twilight,
when the sun is drowning and turning the sea
red,
and you'd say, oh
that's beautiful.

and you'd take a photo of yourself
grinning with the sunset at your back
and leave.

i heard a boy once say,
if i could
i would drown in your poetry.

oh, no, i thought.
no you wouldn't.
why is drowning such a common theme
in the minds
of readers of poetry?
i imagine it seems
romantic,
in some twisted morbid way -
but i think seeing a bloated corpse
pallid with seawater
missing a limb
or two
would put these delusions to rest.
i imagine seeing
the corpse of a poet
missing a heart
or mind
would put these delusions to rest.

you don't want to drown in poetry.

you want to watch me drown.

i heard a boy once say
if i could
i would drown in your poetry.

so says the boy who calls himself an artist
because he can play
'hey soul sister'
on guitar
and will prove it every chance he gets.
you don't want to drown in my poetry,
and even if you did
i doubt you could -
if poetry was bodies of water
you would throw yourself into a hotel swimming pool
miles away from the polluted lake
where i wash in stagnant water.
if poetry was bodies of water
you'd have someone build a koi pond in your backyard
and call yourself a poet.
if i could
i would drown in your poetry,

he said
and i told him to prove it.

if i could
i would drown in poetry,

she said.

the only people who say
they want to drown in poetry
are the people who don't know what it means.

the only people who drown in poetry
are the people who have no choice.
XIII  Nov 2015
Let Me Drown
XIII Nov 2015
Let me drown with codes
Like it's the only language I know
Colorful paragraphs
Tab within a tab

Let me drown with installation windows
Full of "Next" buttons
To click
And wait

Let me drown with email, online and phone supports
Along with "How can one person be so stupid?" questions
And curses to bossy clients
With evil wishes of their servers' deaths

Let me drown with corny jokes
Thrown to friends to make them laugh more
Pretending that there's nothing wrong
'Cause I'm the joker - I'm the clown

Let me drown with songs
From a noise-cancelling earphone
Full of memories
Of where I want to be

Let me drown with poem ideas
Unwritten words so vast
Crowded in the back of my head
Shouting when everything around me is silent

Let me drown with other things
So that I do not drown
With my own tears
Because, now, you're gone
Charlie Hazels Apr 2014
Drown out the silence
The snakes come whispering
Slithering
Drown it out with the noise
Tiny quiet close and loud
Drown out the words
The snakes
Hide very still hearing the silence
Imagine the noise to drown the snakes
A wave of sound drowning
I drown in the silence and see
Imagine
The snakes as they drown
They are still here
Creeping in through the cracks of quiet noise
What do the snakes say
They say nothing nothing
It all means something
No noise messages
The silence hurts but the words hurt more
What heart do the snakes have it is all gone only cruel carved stone
What heart do i have it is gone torn apart into silence
Let the tears come
Slow like the thunder
Quiet like the eye of a storm
Loud as the screams I hear
The screams that are mine
As i try to drown out the silence
Scream scream but only I can hear

The snakes still live but protect me not harm me
They surround me like a living shield
And i begin to be proud of them
In my green glowing underwater haven
They whisper but i cannot hear
I  don't need to
Most are gone and the few that remain
I know where they come from and who to blame
For the fact they have to stay
Slithering whispering
Drowned out by the lake
Not my snakes but anothers words
In the guise of my symbol
The sorcery comes from my mothers words
Slippery sliding
Venom from a saviour
Like a traitor
Rats squeak
Scurry
Scatter
For snakes eat rats and they protect me
Rats and words
Words and rats
My snakes protect me
Her cats protect her
And then there is the mouse queen
Almost all good but gets nothing done
Doesn't know of the rats of her right hand man
Voice uses them
Betrayers
Do no good

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