Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè 13501-14000

Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè: 13501-14000



The Lone Wolf

A lone wolf
Knows life well:
Any pack
Soon turns its spell.

He knows a dog’s
True nature shows,
If fury fades
Yet a scrap you chose.

The hunt’s no terror.
Full bastards bite —
That’s the pack’s dilemma:
They don’t howl — they fight.

A lone wolf,
A squad of choppers.
Better die
Than lie to Nature’s orders.

Wolfish nature —
Can’t endure fools.
If darkness thrives,
It’s worse than chopper rules.

A lone wolf
Knows death well:
Better to perish
Than shame to dwell.

But packs will die too —
They bark too much.
It’s the end of all —
Global hell’s touch.



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Lone wolf stands —
Packs fall.
Better death
Than shame’s call.



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Lone wolf howls —
Fools prowl.
Death is better
Than the scum’s growl.



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Lone wolf —
Shame’s gulf.



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Lone wolf —
Fools drool.



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Wolf stands —
Fools’ lands.



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Packs rot —
Wolf’s not.



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Lone wolf —
Fools scoff.



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Fools run —
Wolf shuns.



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Rage

Rage is the soul’s own flare,
If rose-tinted glasses are gone.
If pure rage is weak and rare,
You’re lost among the dumb throng.

No love survives total slavery.
The path to Freedom runs through rage.
If you are weak, then in depravity
You’ll drown in shame at any stage.

Rage will hold you, multiplying might.
A paradox? So what’s that?
All idiots love slavery outright,
And fools, you see, are the vast flat.

Rage will cleanse the consciousness:
No grip remains on nothing here.
Rage will show — torment is boundless,
Prepared for Mind in hellish sphere.

In the Infernal World, from the start,
“Cutesy-wutesy” — and straight to Hell?
If so, it grieves the heavy heart —
Your Mind trapped in oppressive spell.

Cast off Hell — then with pure rage
Life itself will fill your frame.
The herd can never comprehend this stage,
Without Honor and Mind, all is the same.



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Rage fuels the soul,
Freedom’s goal.
Fools love chains,
Only Mind remains.



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Rage ignites —
Fools love blight.
Break the chains —
Let Mind reign.



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Rage burns —
Fools churn.



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Rage stands —
Fools’ lands.



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Rage —
Fools’ cage.



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The Pendulum

The pendulum swings:
“Bad” — “Good.”
If you don’t despair,
Your life’s understood.

Only through despair
Does the PATH begin,
Past the wilderness,
Leaving terror within.

Of the senseless world,
You rise UPWARD still —
Towards the Pure and New.
Awake your will.

And damn that pendulum,
See only the Light:
A monument to Lucifer?
Say “No” outright.

To Hell’s mechanisms
Do not give your stride.
Go inward instead.
Expect nothing outside.

The path is strewn with roses —
But thorns are grand!
Storms strengthen the Soul —
Hell’s made for the bland.

“Paradise” and “Hell” like a pendulum —
Surpass them both.
The pendulum swings from the MAYA,
And Maya is NOTHING.



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Pendulum swings —
Bad or good.
Rise above,
See only the Light.



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Damn the swings —
Follow Light.
Hell’s machines —
Fools’ delight.








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Øêîëà ïñåâäîæèçíè

Øêîëà íåñ÷àñòèé
Ãëàâêà ñàäèçìà:
Äóøó íà ÷àñòè,
Óì â êðåòèíèçìà

Äåáðè. Ïîêîðíîñòü —
Ïðèîðèòåòîì.
Ñòðàõ, ëåãêîâåðíîñòü =>
È â "óìàõ" áðåäà

Ñòîëüêî, ÷òî äàëüøå
Äîëãî ëå÷èòüñÿ:
Äåëàþò — ôàëüøüþ,
×òîá ïðèãîäèòüñÿ

Ëæèâîìó ìèðó,
×òî â Äåêàäàíñå.
Ñòðàõ êàê ñåêèðà
Ðóáèò âñå øàíñû

Âûçäîðîâëåíüÿ.
À Ðàçëîæåíüå
Âñåì ïðèãîâîðîì —
Ñãèíåì ïîä Âçäîðîì.



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"Ñâåòëûå äàëè", äóðàêè è âðàëè

Äóðåíü óìíîìó íàêàç
Âûäà¸ò: "Êîëü ëþáèøü íàñ,
Ñ íàìè âìåñòå â Äàëü èä¸øü,
Ñ÷àñòèå ñ ãóðòîì íàéä¸øü!
Åñëè â ñëîæíîñòè âäà¸øüñÿ,
×óæäûì öåëÿì îòäà¸øüñÿ,
Ïðîêó îò òàêîãî ìàëî —
Æèçíü òâîÿ áåç ìçäû ïðîïàëà!"

Ïëàòÿò çäåñü çà ïîñëóøàíüå:
Èì è Ëîæüþ — íà çàêëàíüå.
Íî ðàçëîæåíî ïî ñðîêàì —
Ïîñòåïåííî áóäåò Æîïà:
Äóøó âûæìóò êàê ëèìîí,
Õèëûé óì èçãîíÿò âîí —
Îñòà¸òñÿ îáîëî÷êà.
Ñìåðòü íà íåé ïîñòàâèò òî÷êó:
Ïøèê ïóçûðü — àííèãèëÿöèÿ
Ïëàòîþ çà äåãðàäàöèþ.



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Âûñøàÿ öåííîñòü äóðàêà â Îêðóæàþùåé Ìóðå

Óïðîùåíüå äî Ïîðû
Îêðóæàþùåé Ìóðû —>
Äàëåå ÈÄÈÎÒÈÇÌ =>
Ñëåäîì ãåíîöèä, ôàøèçì.

Óïðîùåíèå äî Øêóðêè —>
È ïîâåðèëè ïðèäóðêè
 "ñòðàøíûé âèðóñ". Èäèîòîâ
Ñïëîøü ãíîáèòü ÒÂÀÐÜß ðàáîòà.

Íî âíà÷àëå îãëóïèòü,
Âñ¸, ÷òî ìîæíî, ÓÏÐÎÑÒÈÒÜ
Íàäî, ÷òîáû âñëàñòü ãíîáèòü, —
È â èòîãå Äóõ ÄÎáèòü.

È Ïîñëåäíÿÿ Ïîðà
Íàñòóïàåò, âåäü íîðà
Êðîëè÷üÿ óæ ãëóáîêà:
Ïîñëóøàíüåì äóðàêà

Âûðûòà. ÒÂÀÐܨ îïàñíî,
Íî ñòðàøíåé äóðàê íåñ÷àñòíûé:
Ýòî Îðäû Ñàòàíû —
Ãëóïîé ðîäèíû ñûíû.

Èäèîòîì óïðàâëåíüå —
Ñïîñîá ìèðà ðàçëîæåíüÿ:
Ýôôåêòèâíåå âîéíû —
Äóðíè îòòîãî öåííû.



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Æèâûå è ì¸ðòâûå â ñèñòåìå

Êîòû — îíè èñêðåííèå. Îíè íå ñòðîÿò ïëàíû, íå ëãóò, íå âåäóò ïåðåãîâîðû ñ ñîáîé è ñ ìèðîì. Èõ ìèð ïðîñò, ïîíÿòåí, ÷åñòåí. Ñ íèìè ìîæíî áûòü ñàìèì ñîáîé: êîðì, ëàñêà, âçãëÿä — è äîâåðèå ïîëó÷åíî.

Ëþäè — äðóãîå äåëî. Ñ íèìè ñëîæíî. Áîëüøèíñòâî óòðàòèëî êîíòàêò ñ âíóòðåííåé ÷åñòíîñòüþ, ïîä÷èíåíî ÷óæèì àëãîðèòìàì, ÷óæèì ñòðàõàì, ÷óæîé ëîãèêå. Îíè ñòðîÿò èëëþçèè, æèâóò ïî ÷óæèì ïðàâèëàì, êîòîðûå ñàìè æå ñîçäàëè, è ñ ãîòîâíîñòüþ ïîäòâåðæäàþò ñâîþ íåñâîáîäó äîêóìåíòàìè, âûáîðàìè, ôîðìàëüíûìè øòàìïàìè. Òîò æå ïàñïîðò è ó÷àñòèå â âûáîðàõ ïðåâðàùàþòñÿ â ïîäòâåðæäåíèå íåäååñïîñîáíîñòè, ñëîâíî ìèð ðåøèë, ÷òî äîâåðÿòü ñîçíàíèþ ÷åëîâåêà îïàñíî, à ëó÷øå ïîä÷èíèòü åãî áþðîêðàòèè è óñëîâíîé ìîðàëè.

Óïðàâëÿþùèå ñèñòåìîé çíàþò ýòî. Îíè îïåðèðóþò ôîðìàëüíîñòÿìè, ïñåâäîïðàâàìè è «çàêîíàìè», ÷òîáû íàâÿçàòü âñåì èëëþçèþ ïîðÿäêà, à íà äåëå — çàêðåïèòü áåññìûñëåííîå ïîä÷èíåíèå.  ýòîì ìèðå ñâîáîäà ìûñëè è äóõà — ðåäêîñòü, à èñêðåííîñòü — ñëàáîñòü.

È âîò òû ñòîèøü ïîñåðåäèíå: ìåæäó ìåðòâûì ïîðÿäêîì è æèâîé èñêðåííîñòüþ.  ãëàçàõ ëþäåé — ëîæü, ñòðàõ, ïðèâû÷êà ê ðàáñòâó.  ãëàçàõ êîòîâ — ïðîñòîòà, äîâåðèå, ÷åñòíîñòü. È ïîíèìàåøü: èíîãäà ïðîùå îáðàòèòüñÿ ê æèâîìó, ÷åì ê «÷åëîâå÷åñêîìó ìèðó».

Ñèñòåìó íåâîçìîæíî èñïðàâèòü. Ÿ ìîæíî ëèøü îáõîäèòü, îáìàíóòü å¸ àëãîðèòìû, ñîõðàíèòü ñâîé âíóòðåííèé ñâåò è ñëûøàòü íåâèäèìóþ âèáðàöèþ ñëîâ, êîãäà äóøè åù¸ ñïîñîáíû îòêëèêíóòüñÿ.



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Æèâûå ïðîòèâ ì¸ðòâûõ

Êîòû ÷åñòíû. Ëþäè — ìåðòâû.
Äîêóìåíòû, âûáîðû — äîêàçàòåëüñòâî íåñâîáîäû.
Ñèñòåìà äåðæèò âñåõ íà öåïÿõ ôîðìàëüíîñòåé,
Äóøè ïîä êîíòðîëåì, ìûñëè — â ïëåíó.

Óïðàâëÿþùèå èãðàþò ïðàâèëàìè,
Íàâÿçûâàþò ëîæü, çàêðåïëÿþò ðàáñòâî.
Ñâîáîäà — ðåäêîñòü, èñêðåííîñòü — ñëàáîñòü,
À æèâîå âèäÿò òîëüêî òå, êòî åù¸ ñëûøèò âèáðàöèþ ñëîâ.

Îáõîäè ñèñòåìó. Ñîõðàíè ñâåò âíóòðè.
Íå äëÿ ëþäåé, íå äëÿ òîëïû.
Äëÿ ñåáÿ. Äëÿ Äóøè.
Îñòàëüíîå — ìåðòâûé øóì.



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Ñòèõè êàê ïóòü ê ñïàñåíèþ äóøè

Ïîýçèÿ — íå èíñòðóìåíò ìàññîâîãî âëèÿíèÿ, íå ñïîñîá âïèñàòüñÿ â îáùåñòâî èëè çàâîåâàòü îäîáðåíèå. Îíà ïèøåòñÿ ïðåæäå âñåãî äëÿ ñàìîãî àâòîðà, êàê ñïîñîá ñîõðàíèòü ñâîþ äóøó, îòñòîÿòü å¸ ñâåò â ìèðå, ïîëíîì ëæè è ïóñòîòû. Êàæäîå ñëîâî, êàæäàÿ ñòðîêà — ýòî àêò ñàìîñîõðàíåíèÿ, îòáðàñûâàíèå âñåãî ëèøíåãî è ôèêñàöèÿ òîãî, ÷òî æèçíåííî âàæíî âíóòðè.

Íî â ýòîì ãëóáèííîì ïðîöåññå åñòü è ïîáî÷íûé ýôôåêò: ñòèõè ìîãóò êîñíóòüñÿ ÷óæîãî ñîçíàíèÿ. Íå êàê ðóêîâîäñòâî ê äåéñòâèþ, íå êàê ìîðàëüíûé èìïåðàòèâ, à êàê ìàëåíüêàÿ èñêðà, êîòîðàÿ ïðîáóæäàåò âíèìàíèå, âíóòðåííþþ ÷åñòíîñòü è ïîèñê ñîáñòâåííîãî ïóòè. ×èòàòåëü, îòêðûòûé ê ýòîìó, ìîæåò ïî÷óâñòâîâàòü äâèæåíèå äóøè, îòêëèêíóòüñÿ íà íåâèäèìóþ âèáðàöèþ ñëîâ è ñäåëàòü øàã ê ñîáñòâåííîìó âíóòðåííåìó ñâåòó.

Ïîýçèÿ òàêèì îáðàçîì ñòàíîâèòñÿ äâîéíûì àêòîì: îíà ñïàñàåò àâòîðà è, ïîòåíöèàëüíî, ìîæåò ïîìî÷ü êîìó-òî åù¸. Íî âàæíî ïîìíèòü: ýòî íå ãàðàíòèðîâàíî, íå ïîä÷èíÿåòñÿ ïëàíàì èëè îæèäàíèÿì. Îíà ëèøü îòêðûâàåò äâåðü. Ïîéä¸ò ëè çà íåé êòî-òî — âûáîð îñòà¸òñÿ çà êàæäûì.

Èìåííî ýòà ñâîáîäà, ýòà íåçàâèñèìîñòü è èñêðåííîñòü äåëàþò ïîýçèþ íàñòîÿùåé ñèëîé. Îíà — ïðîñòðàíñòâî, ãäå Äóõ âñòðå÷àåòñÿ ñ ñàìèì ñîáîé è, âîçìîæíî, ñ äðóãèìè, íî íå äëÿ òîãî, ÷òîáû ïîä÷èíèòü èëè ïîó÷àòü, à ÷òîáû ïðîñòî áûòü èñòèííîé.



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Terrible Cold

"Insanity is nothing compared to a common cold."
— MASH*, 1975


Madness universal
Is nothing, cold, near you:
The world’s a moon-mad circle,
A sieve where lies drip through.

The herd with hollow faces,
Their minds are clogged with rot,
Fall into dark embraces
Of fascist pigs they got.

This faith turns all believers
To dung that speaks as Law,
And Evil reigns — deceivers,
A sewer, rule, and maw.

It will not leave the frantic,
Nor give the sane relief;
A few still think, but panic
Extinguishes belief.

The clever few, the thinkers,
Will vanish soon as birds,
As acid cloudland lingers,
Dissolving hope in words.

Acidic plague is spreading,
The lie becomes the chain,
And all are meekly treading
Through tyranny’s domain.

No “virus” yet detected —
A banana clears the test!
But brains are mass-ejected,
By tyrants’ will possessed.

With needles they are killing
The herd they seek to bind,
And Night, its triumph thrilling,
Would darken humankind.

But tyrants dream in error —
For Nature has her scars,
And Bedlam turns to terror,
Then nothing, under stars.

The Sun will burn infection,
All madness soon will cease,
And Reason’s resurrection
Will bring a world release.

Look east! The dawn is glowing,
Its fire the herd shall fry.
The plague that kept them going
Is doomed at last to die.

The beasts themselves — infection!
The inhuman — the plague!
Their kingdom of defection
Collapses in the slag.

They turned the blooming garden
Into a reeking pit;
They slaughtered Mind for pardon,
And made a sewer of it.

So now the flames are waiting
To burn the pesthouse black:
Decay has reached its grating,
Its final, stinking crack.



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1. Acid Clouds
The acid sky will choke the lies,
And Reason flames as Darkness dies.

2. Bedlam
Mad tyrants rot, their rule is brief —
The Dawn returns with blazing grief.

3. Herd of Night
The herd obeys, the tyrant feeds —
But Fire will cut their rotten seeds.



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Zoo-Yard

Intellect: zero.
Emotions: a flood.
The world is stuck in filth —
A madhouse of mud.

Complaints are useless,
They don’t stir this hell:
The zoo-yard devours,
It fattens too well.

It thrives on “treatment” —
Inhuman, insane.
With false-doctor armies
Ensuring the chain.

Their needles bring poison,
The cure they bestow;
And fascist tormentors
Keep grinding us low.

For all must be trampled,
That “order” may reign;
A herd of bred idiots
Secures their domain.

Production of zombies —
A never-ending stream,
The triumph of Evil,
The nightmare, the dream.

The clever are silenced,
Confined to their pens;
Mass-lying’s a weapon
That shatters their sense.

For the wise, it is nausea,
For the crowd — a parade,
A carnival circus,
A swamp of charade.

A mixture of shame,
Of forgetting, of lies —
The herds are all grazing,
Their souls the great prize.

Those souls are for sale,
The market is grim;
The world of cold carcasses
Drags all to its hymn.

That hymn is of labor,
Constructing new hell,
Where inhuman monsters
Enforce genocide well.

But flames will consume it —
This zoo-yard will fall,
The age of mass slaughter
Will crumble with all.

Already the dawn
Brings the penultimate days;
The Sun writes the order —
Burn stumps in its blaze.

Yet the “stumps” still pretend,
They sell off their soul,
For a box full of lies
They betray their whole.

A coffin of falsehood
Is the coin of their trade;
And war nears its ending —
Choose now, be not afraid.

For only in battle
Can soul be set free;
Else rot as a stump
And be lost endlessly.



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Asshole

No courage ever needed,
If you’re an asshole born.
Beneath a fascist’s breeding,
You drown in filth and scorn.

Your soul is lost and wasted,
You rot in hell’s embrace;
No feeling left, just tasted
The sewer’s dead disgrace.

You’re garbage pulling others,
A coward to the core;
The worst of human brothers —
Much fouler than the floor.

For cowards walk with idiots,
With treachery, with fear;
Their weakness breeds the hideous
That kills what once was clear.

The asshole is a traitor,
The dullard — prison bars;
Each coward is creator
Of Hell beneath the stars.

From childhood you were shackled,
Your fear became your law,
Two-faced and weak, you cackled,
Your soul forever raw.

You “love” the filthy order,
The tyrant’s crooked might;
A trick to drive out Reason
And turn all day to night.

Adapt, submit, surrender,
Rot honor in the slime;
That’s how the herd pretenders
Exist through all of time.

A “life” in fascist stinking —
A paradox of wax:
A coward’s form is shrinking,
A mask the tyrant cracks.

They mold you into monsters
Of filth and empty lies;
They blind your mind with darkness,
The prison multiplies.

But foul-born beasts won’t linger —
The Sun will burn them through,
It lifts the Spirit’s finger
And saves the souls anew.

The Day will boil the sewer,
Prepare yourself for fight;
Its vapor cleanses truer —
A blaze of Spirit’s might.

“Judgment Day” — a fable
From servile, rotting schools.
The masks are gone, disabled,
We face the devil’s tools.

This is the war of Spirit
’Gainst Satan’s slavish throng;
If you are blind and witless,
Then all for you is wrong.



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Battle Sparks

1. Pendulum
Through darkest night, despair must break —
The Dawn is born in pain’s awake.

2. World Madhouse
The madhouse burns, the frauds will fall,
The Sun will level lies with all.

3. Need for Higher Mind
One mind united, sharp and vast,
Will break the chains that bind the past.

4. Kasha (Slime of Lies)
The slime of lies corrodes the head,
But Truth will rise where rot has spread.

5. Ego, the Virus
The virus speaks, the soul’s betrayed,
But Spirit cuts the code they’ve made.

6. Illusion of Control
No master’s hand, no will, no choice —
The lie consumes the human voice.

7. Terrible Cold
The herd is plague, the tyrant — rot,
The Sun will burn them on the spot.

8. Terrible Cold
Their plague dissolves in Cosmic Flame,
The Mind returns — the end of shame.

9. Zoo-Yard
The herd is bred, the soul is sold,
Their zoo of lies will soon turn cold.
The Sun ignites — the stumps will fry,
Fight Evil now, or rot and die.

10. Asshole
The coward’s rot, the tyrant’s pet,
Their prison’s rule is burning yet.
The Sun will boil their stinking lie —
Fight now, or rot, a stump, and die.

11. Force Majeure & Farce
The farce is old, the fools still feed,
The Dark grows stronger on their greed.

12. Art
The stubborn hand can raise the dross,
To heights where fools call it a gloss.

13. Don’t Believe!
Do not believe — but check and see,
The lies will rot, but Truth stays free.

14. Sanctified Approval
The frauds are blessed, the liars praised,
But fire will burn their falsehoods razed.

15. Life’s “Path”
Childhood fear and zombie thrall
Will fall when Spirit breaks the wall.

16. Terrible Cold
The plague will burn, the herd will fall,
The tyrant’s night consumes them all.
But Reason rises, fierce and bright —
The Sun will end this plague of night.

17. Zoo-Yard
Acid sky, the herd decays,
The Sun will purge their wicked ways.
The Spirit rises, souls to save,
Prepare to battle, hearts be brave.

18. Asshole
Coward rot and tyrant lies,
The Sun will burn their vile disguise.
Fight now, or waste as stump and shell,
The Spirit strikes, the beasts will fell.

19. Pendulum
Despair swings low, then breaks the chain,
The Dawn will rise through darkest pain.

20. Ego, the Virus
The virus rules, but Spirit fights,
It cuts through code and dark delights.

21. Illusion of Control
No hands can steer, no minds can sway,
The lie consumes — the Truth finds way.

22. Kasha
Rot spreads, the slime infects the brain,
Yet Truth will rise through filth and pain.

23. World Madhouse
The madhouse reigns, but light will pierce,
Its chaos ends, the sane shall fierce.

24. Terrible Cold
Evil’s plague dissolves in fire,
The Mind returns, the world’s entire.

25. Art
Dross or gold — the stubborn hand
Will raise it high to rule the land.

26. Don’t Believe!
Check all, believe in none,
The lies will rot, the Truth will run.

27. Sanctified Approval
Frauds are crowned, yet fire’s near,
Their falsehood falls, the end is clear.

28. Life’s “Path”
Childhood chains will break and fall,
The Spirit wakes to guide us all.

29. Pendulum
Swinging low, despair undone,
The Dawn arrives, the fight is won.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the “subcortex,”
Implanted since your youth.
That’s why you hide in burrows,
Cunning fool, avoiding truth.

Only Spirit’s striving
Can slay this creeping dread,
And lies that cut the ear
Must also be laid dead.

Fear is built on falsehood,
The world is thick with lies.
Cast off its iron shackles,
Or vanish where it lies.

Here fear kills like murder,
A long-enduring scourge;
It’s worse than any gallows,
For all are under its dirge.

Inflaming fear’s the engine
Of Hell’s oppressive sway,
A single cruel motion
And all are lost in fray.

Fear is foul to thought,
It cannot coexist;
No longer men, but numbers,
The world dissolves to mist.

For everything around you
Is horror under law,
Stock courage, strike the dungeon,
And blast the tyrant raw.

Seek comrades for the battle,
Those who will stand and fight —
The lonely souls succumb
To fear’s enslaving might.

The path will be demanding,
But none exists instead;
The world is steeped in filth,
Its ruler dreams of dread.

Madness fuels the fascists,
It kills with chilling fear;
Cynicism reigns unbridled,
Shame has disappeared here.

Step out of idle chambers,
Lest you be cut and slain.
Only through the struggle
Will your eternal soul remain.

Ignore all false advisers,
Or vanish in their snare;
Only in combat’s crucible
Is the soul freed from despair.



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Fear sits deep, but Spirit strikes,
The tyrant falls, the courage spikes.
Fight now, or rot beneath the lies —
The soul survives where darkness dies.



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Fear

Fear dissolves where Spirit dares,
The soul ignites, the tyrant flares.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its bitter end:
Fear and dullness break the thread.
The remnants of the wise despair,
No world remains — just acrid dead.

Total lies, fascist might
Crush all beneath their sway —
CowID’s example, cruel wars,
The fools absorb the shameful fray.

The beasts will teach them wicked things,
And idiots cry, “Attack! Advance!”
Perverse delight their horror brings —
No nation here, but dumb mob’s dance.

Genocide has spanned the ages,
Corruption sinks yet lower still.
Those once fools are now debased,
Among the wild herd, reason chills.

The sane are seen as “psychos” here,
In this pitiful zoo of the world,
Where fear, dullness, lies combine
Like triple evils harshly hurled.

The fall has reached its bitter end —
And all may perish, sun and earth;
Only the Pure Spirit must be saved,
More precious than corrupt flesh’s worth.

Spirit and Mind: the primal source,
Declared at war by soulless fiends.
Save not our corpses from their fate —
Only the Pure Spirit redeems.

Send the fools straight down to Hell,
Traitors and wretches, side by side;
If Satan’s their false god, then well,
The Inferno fits them as their guide.



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The fall is deep, the herd corrupt,
Only Spirit survives the erupt.



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Fools burn, the Pure Spirit soars,
All else decays on hellish shores.



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Slave Systems

The Soviet system —
Darkness of enslaved mind;
The themes of pitiful books
Leave sense and truth behind.

Don’t claim it was perfection —
To fools it seemed so bright;
The decent man, with reason,
Hung like a branch in plight.

A single crooked word —
And they’d saw the limb away;
Slavery returns anew,
A lesson missed today.

The fools still worship feudal
Or any other chain;
They see no fascism here,
Only ignorance and pain.

Worldwide fascism reigns,
A global genocide;
At war, CowID’s guide.

Systems change, yet slavery
Remains throughout the lands;
The fools are blind and voiceless,
Their minds mere empty sands.

The creatures pour their rubbish
To choke the thinking mind;
No use for wisdom there —
Oppress the few, leave all behind.

The system’s primal task
Is to suppress the light;
A little luck remains
If we expose some night.

To gather and to fight —
Their chance is slim, but true;
For most are cursed and twisted,
And homeland is but smoke’s hue.

Herds, not nations —
Goats lead sheep to slaughter;
This shitty fascism rules,
The world’s a burning altar.



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Systems change, yet chains remain,
The herd is blind, the mind in pain.



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Fools obey, the tyrants thrive,
Only Spirit fights to survive.



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Unseen, Unyielding

Unseen, unyielding,
Dulling spreads its sway.
Few remain incorruptible —
No people, just weak clay.

CREATURES rule this world.
They need a SERVILE throng —
Spiritless, foolish, empty,
Their food and prey lifelong.

Both hunter and the morsel,
Almost perfected plan.
How many brave and clever?
Thousands? Tens of thousands? Here — the ban.

To break the bottom remains —
A Camp is built, worldwide.
Red Cross on white flags flies —
Those with thought have lost their guide.

Here friendship dies. Their “healing,”
Like wars of old,
Is the best way to destroy
And pierce the bottom cold.

To the Concentration Camp
Few falls remain for us.
Hold on, comrade, just a bit,
Lest rotted madhouse combust.

The Camp — Death: “a massive choice”?!
Freedom to choose? Mere jest!
Like fish confined in ponds,
Your choice is less than the rest.

To frighten and deceive — the task,
A method to build the dread
Of the “new world.” Only luck
Will guide you through the webs they spread.

Mechanisms of dulling,
Paths to kill the soul,
Decay amplified, lies rampant,
Brutal tricks to crush the whole.

Unseen, unyielding,
Cataclysms near arrive:
To build a Camp is folly —
In dust, all fools will dive.



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Dulling spreads, the herd obeys,
Fight or rot in cunning ways.



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The tyrant’s trap dissolves in flame,
Only Spirit rises — all else, to shame.



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Figure Skating

“Figure skating” —
A torment for the crowd:
Officials — hollow FIGURES,
From culture far removed and proud.

Vile and greedy creatures,
Their thoughts all about gain;
Anything else is blocked or lied,
Their presence only pain.

They’ll crush all who are honest,
Those asses in their chairs,
Sticking out between the glasses,
Hands like nets — beware.

Kickbacks, slanders rampant,
The honest are “greeted” cold;
They’ll rid themselves of challengers,
With “care for children” sold.

The beasts steal boldly, lying
Relentless, steadfast, strong;
Politicians “up above,”
A conveyor feeding wrong.

Corruption set in motion,
Extortion tripled wide;
A vicious system thrives,
While silent crowds abide.

They only watch the figures,
Knees, whispers, pointless shows;
The artists-politicians prance,
The bureaucrats nobody knows.

“Figure skating” —
The torment drags along,
If muteness reigns completely,
The crowd remains the throng.

Those who resist are few,
The rest like tiny parts,
Endure the system silently,
Hoping scraps fill their hearts.

The leftovers and remnants,
The scraps of greedy beasts;
Question: where is Culture?
Gone to Hell — Evil’s feast!



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Officials dance, the people bow,
Culture dies, the beasts take vow.



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Greed and lies perform their show,
Only Spirit breaks the wretched flow.



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So-Called “Growing Up,” or “Like Everyone Else”

Where is the boy who strove
For Light, so crystal clear?
In vile Hell he stumbled, broke:
Became “like all” — a wretched smear.

That “like all” as guarantee
Kills Spirit and the Mind.
Without reason, blindly free,
Advancement comes, misaligned.

Through traps that fools call “life” he moves,
Only Spirit’s thread so fine
Shows the steps that Hell approves,
Mind serves Spirit, measures line.

Among the “like all” — tread with care,
They’ll trample you in an instant.
Waste words with fools — beware!
Only worms consume your distance.

They believe in total lies,
Serving Satan, ever true.
Falsehood limitless, unwise,
Yet the herd obeys the skew.

Spirit and Mind — oppose the slime
Of Hell’s dull fools; to see
Requires courage, subtle line,
Daring, intellect, and glee.

Destroying them is the goal
Of creatures ruling Hell’s domain.
And countless triumphs take their toll:
Few remain untainted, sane.

Where is the boy who sought the Light,
So pure, unbroken, crystal bright?
To vile creatures he has sold,
And like their kind, became impure, cold.



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Spirit lost, the herd prevails,
Only the daring break their jails.



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The boy sold out, the Light decayed,
Yet Spirit fights where worms have strayed.



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The End of History

A goblin hunched — crushed
By the futile weight of strife.
Like a camel, he stores lies
Upon his back for life.

Each day blaming, raging,
Fretting over neighbors near,
Dragging treasure underground,
Without regret or fear.

All for future riches,
While the goblin in his chains
Sees only the vampire,
Scanning distant plains.

Control of vampires,
The “masses” ever fools.
And doom creeps close —
Thus ends the history rules.

Be goblin, vampire,
Or a foolish, sold-out brute —
You are useless on this Earth,
Drowning in total pursuit.

Evil flows through goblins,
Once the herd is subdued;
A goblin slays another
More often than vampires drink blood.

Control the vampire
Is simple — lies each day,
Feed them rot and putridness,
To weaken minds and sway.

Fear is vital — fascism
Permanent in sight.
Such is the world of sold-out fools,
Before the final night.

The End approaches —
Preordained for slaves in line;
Reason and honor banished,
Negative selection signs.

If you’re scum, vampire, thief,
The road is up for vice,
The honest only sink below,
The world pays the price.

A Global Cataclysm waits
For obedience to the dark,
Fascism, lawless chaos,
Burning all slime to spark.



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Goblin rules, the masses bow,
Only Spirit fights, the rest, laid low.



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Evil peaks, the herd obeys,
Spirit survives the final blaze.



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrated
In the bubble of “herbivory” —
That “spiritual” LEGO,
Amid omnivorous depravity.

In this insane little world
It counts for very small.
Much cheese lies in mousetraps,
They’ll trap us all.

They make a refuge
From everything — even “nirvana” pretend.
The ordinary world a pasture,
Where only sheep ascend.

Sheep aren’t few,
Fake spirituality mows them down.
To keep the soul from vanishing,
Ask your own questions, search the ground.

Find your own answers —
Deception thrives in the lands.
Or the song is sung for you —
And you too become their brand.

Destroy ego with Awareness —
Within alone this Flame burns.
Not by torment or dogma,
Spark with us — the Spirit turns.

Find the Spark, ignite the Flame —
Suddenly Consciousness is clear:
Behold the Banner of Spirituality,
A Fire divine, a beacon near.

The divine Spark for Fire,
Spirithood ablaze with might.
Unclear to the sheep —
Only STUPIDITY and SIN in sight.



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Ego trapped, the sheep obey,
Only Flame of Spirit lights the way.



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The Spark ignites, the false world falls,
Spirit alone survives the calls.



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The Scariest Enemy

Fools — the enemy.
None scarier exist.
Lies and lashes,
Together, savage mist.

Lies matter most, for hitting
One at a time is small.
Bold, stupid falsehoods strike
The world, encompassing all.

CowID revealed
The measure of deceit.
“SPID” was just a warm-up,
The Camp lay discreet.

Digital, dull —
Humans like cattle herd,
In mobs, lies sweep some away,
A new method to kill conferred.

Nonhumans wield the power,
Lies their weapon clear.
The way to not perish —
Crush falsehoods, every moment near.



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Fools strike first, lies reign,
Only Spirit fights the chain.



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Deceit spreads, the herd obeys,
Truth survives the final blaze.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting Time!
Under this new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold the stirrup, —
I’ll wipe the tear, lift the visor, unafraid.”
— Mikhail Lermontov, The Captive Knight, 1840


Ride faster, fleeting Time!
Stirrup, saddle — childish games,
The wretched human tribe decays,
Horses of old, now skipping frames.

They gallop in place, calling progress,
Minds crushed in the race through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, and other jesters
Barely mirror the world’s defeat.

Horse — a skipping rope: the game’s the same.
Blood flows like water — only TNT can write!
Few humans remain, while sold-out beasts
With traitor, thief, and fool unite.

Nine-tenths — even Time reeks foul!
Media nauseates, suffocates the soul.
The skipping rope shreds — the burden gone,
Mad, relentless gallop of the whole.

Step out — save your soul.
The gallop of Time is nearly spent!
Listen always to intuition,
Then the stench won’t strike your intent.



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The herd races blind, lies in tow,
Spirit alone rides, strikes the foe.



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Time flies mad, the world decays,
Only Spirit survives the blaze.



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Not-So-Small Forces?

Better send it down the tube!
When fools surround the mindless slave,
You can’t explain; you can’t unite
With anyone — the world’s a grave.

Pointless work will devour you —
Moloch feasts on obedient fools.
You’ll rot as a spiritless idiot,
Bound by all their cruel rules.

But there’s a pipe, enormous —
Called “creativity” by some.
You won’t reach paradise there,
But the soul may find freedom’s drum.

Unlike the fools around you,
There’s something rare to grasp.
Create only what is dear,
For yourself — not the mass.

If the herd likes it, you die ugly,
Lost among the mindless throng.
To fight with poetry? Yes —
A path for those whose verse is strong.

But it counts only for you,
Only if you find it dear.
Not fighting, really —
Dying in struggle, silent, severe.

Reaching those who need it
Is blocked by total lies.
Which door to knock upon?
Lost when your mind defies.

Your strength and thought directed
Along the fools’ accustomed track
Will lead only to the Abyss,
Not back — there’s no turning back.



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Tube or Abyss, fools all around,
Only Spirit’s fire breaks the bound.



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Through lies, the path is dark and deep,
Spirit alone the vigil keeps.



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The Worldwide Kennel

Dogs bark beyond the window,
Ruling over fragile sleep.
How to be a wretched, foolish dog,
To fit in this madhouse deep?

Many biped dogs are here,
Yet pride and wildness forbid
Acknowledging the truth — instead
They serve the filth, the foul, the squid.

Believing the world is free —
Not a kennel, not a pen.
Not orphaned, not weak — just lost,
When you see the rot, you’ll see when.

Life here vanished long ago
(Only imitation remains, a whim).
Go only INWARD, seek the Light,
Answers lie within the dim.

The one answer — you are Pure Spirit:
No place among dogs and slaves
Of the Eternal Darkness. Minds
By that Darkness long enslaved.

The path is hard — do not dawdle,
Do not open your soul to the dogs.
They’ll tear you apart in hunger,
Leaving only bones for master’s logs.

The Kennel will be ruined by cataclysm,
Sweeping away global fascism,
Always present, changing flags
And signs. Not a dog — the Darkness’s schism.

How to be a wretched, foolish dog?
Impossible! Delay not your quest.
Only in the Light we’ll find life,
When we depart from the Kennel’s nest.

From the Plan of Canine Filth,
Where neither Honor nor Mind exist,
Counting the majority who approve
The Triumph of Evil persists.



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Dogs rule, fools obey,
Only Spirit lights the way.



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The Kennel burns, fascism dies,
Only the Pure Spirit flies.



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Smear…

“Yes, smear the world, yes, with the blood of veins,
Forget disease, forget dreams, forget the chains,
And die from age to age
On the blue hands of the easel stage.”
— Leonid Gubanov, Polina, 1963


Smearing is no longer enough —
Now it’s time to destroy.
Your blood will soak the fat,
No one cares; they’ll enjoy.

The fat bastard doesn’t mind
Your flight, your work, your art.
Serve them only a joke,
Or a laugh, a comic part.

Give them money,
A pound of health for all.
Give the ladies earrings —
No other theme survives the hall.

The world’s long gone insane,
Conquered by the FILTHY one.
It’s not just sarcasm —
Spirit here is undone.

Where Spirit is scarce,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly here,
Forever in this slaughter.”

So shouts the fascist lie,
Though not openly, direct.
The smart are already culled,
Poison seeps everywhere, infect.

Lies are venom,
Poison in food and drink.
The swarm of inhuman beasts
Pushes the world to the brink.

A global death camp
Is no longer far away.
On the fascist flag
A new nightmare holds sway.

The flag is already white,
Red cross upon its face.
In the past — executions,
Now injections take their place.

Smearing is no longer enough —
Call the sun to strike,
To burn the vermin alive,
And rid the world alike.

Though we may all perish,
Yet Spirit will survive.
Thus we reach Paradise —
For those neither blind nor deaf.



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Smear no more — destroy!
Sun strikes, Spirit survives.



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Blood and sun ignite the skies,
Only the Pure Spirit flies.



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Futile Labor

Forward, toward the end of work —
There are other things to do.
One care alone matters —
Bite the bit, see it through.

And new projects rise,
Completely futile, all,
Without money, without respect…
Yet only they hold the call.

What you deem precious
For yourself, for your mind,
Turns your gaze inward,
Buddhism’s truth to find.

Within, the answers wait.
Outside, lies overflow.
Within! The dwelling of Light!
To Light alone, serve, and grow.

When all projects are finished,
You’ll leave Hell behind.
From Death, only respect counts
If malice is not in mind.

Death weighs your achievements,
And the heat you’ve lived by,
Not the opinions of the crowd —
Those vanish, fade, and die.

Futile labor holds esteem
If its intensity is high.
The idiot cannot know it —
Only lies pile up and lie.

If you do not lie — only for a few
Will “sorrowful labor” aid,
In those who hold the Light,
Among Judas lies unafraid.



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Futile work, only the brave
Will save the Spirit from the grave.



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Labor in vain burns the weak,
Only the Pure Spirit speaks.



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The Toil

Pack tight, prepare for all,
Then march into the war.
And count the pens and fences
As a cradle — locked, no more!

Serfdom reigns everywhere,
Though it shifts its form each day.
Selling bastards spew their lies,
Turning life to naught, decay.

“Education” dulls the mind,
School — a circus, hollow, base.
Spirit and thought dissolve,
Propaganda poisons the place.

Only junkies of lies
Here believe the venom’s call.
They name this shitty fascism
“Special ops” — a cunning thrall.

Pack tight, prepare for all,
Then march into the fight:
Satan is the highest god,
Hell is close, just out of sight.

Beasts herd the sheep along,
Rows grow neat, aligned, and long.
No oil here — lies will fry them all
In Hell’s pens, where the toilers fall.

Here, the toil is Hell’s pens,
Awaiting all the sheep for years.
Not a lack of vicious fiends —
As always, plenty prowls and sneers.



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Herded, bound, the sheep march on,
Hell awaits when light is gone.



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Herded tight, the sheep march blind,
Hell awaits — leave fear behind.



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Variability

City neurotics —
You are the last stronghold
Of variations, though hysteria
Runs rampant. The dull fool

Feeds only on lies, self-satisfied —
This rabble cannot be saved.
Your path is harsh, full of pain —
Yet to variations you must go,

Or the world controlled by Evil
Will perish in its grip.
God’s spark won’t vanish —
Only on the path where Light is king.

A choice on the Path — a task
For all of us to tackle now.
Any variant is a blessing:
Not accessible to the herd.

Apart from beasts — no other way
To walk this road.
Otherwise, you’ll reach the madhouse,
Universal, sprawling, for all.

The global madhouse is built
By fools of every kind.
Total lies multiply —
Bones cannot then be gathered.

Variations are life itself —
Remember this and march ahead!
On the path, stupid slugs crawl.
With them — you’re madness’ thread.



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Be the spark, break the herd,
Else madness swallows the world.



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Get Wise — or Die!

Is getting wise even possible?
Hardly — it’s the path
Of the few: anxiety
And a fog of lies.

CREATURES press down —
The submissive herd feeds.
They kill reason
Through generations. Stuck,

If you trust the CREATURE,
Fear blinds your eyes.
You seem to have a target
In the shooting range.

Think the body matters most? —
You’re done for!
Dream and fantasize? —
Just a tiny cog.

Cast off the lies,
And awaken your instinct —
Even a stream of reason
Must survive in Hell.

Getting wise is brutally hard,
Preserving reason — tougher still.
They lie without shame,
Killing with purpose.

We must get wise —
Or face disgrace and death.
So live with effort,
Sorting Hell’s whirl

Into neat shelves,
To grasp its full essence.
But don’t stare too long —
Terror is coming!



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Awake, see truth, resist —
Or Hell devours, and reason dies.



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The Filth of Trifles

An ostrich’s mess
Amid a heap of lies —
A den of fools
In a world of ties.

Countless petty things.
Keep your mind, your honor,
Your conscience safe,
For enemies encircle.

The main foe — the fool.
The world works this way —
A fool will ruin you,
Tugging, tearing away.

They tug everywhere,
With trifles in the reins.
If many of them,
Endure the filth — you’ll crack.

Don’t endure, move forth,
Alone, head held high.
Expect no one —
An idiot walks beside.

Few are the others —
Sensitive, wise.
A vile fool
Will crush you with trifles.



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Fools tug, grind, destroy —
Guard your mind, march alone!



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Zoo of Fools

Intellect at zero,
Emotions raging wild.
In this mire, the world’s a hero
Of madness, undefiled.

All here is futile,
To shake this Hell won’t aid.
Crying won’t revile it—
The zoo of flesh is laid.

And yet it’s robust—
It cures the inhuman crew.
A horde of false doctors
Ensures the suffering’s due.

Poison with injections—
The finest way to heal.
And fascist filth next
Will grind them under heel.

For grinding is required
To keep “order” tight.
Ensuring success
For fools bred to the fight.

Production flows
In ceaseless streams of vice.
This is Evil’s triumph,
A lesson to the wise.

To know your place,
And not rebel, my friend.
They churn the Lies on mass
To break the clever mind.

The wise feel nausea here,
Though the farce seems fun.
This savage mixture
Of fake worlds, all one.

Shame, deceit, oblivion—
Pastures for the herd.
And riches here are souls
That in trade are stirred.

They sell them—and the world of flesh
Leads all to labor’s grip.
This labor builds Hell
Till time itself will slip.

A vile master rules,
Genocide enshrined.
But soon the zoo will burn,
The tyrant’s rule confined.

The sun shines: the order’s set—
To burn the rotting stumps.
Yet these stumps “live on,”
Selling souls for lumps.

The box of lies is priced
For an immortal spark.
War nears its final act—
Strike now, before the dark.

Only in battle with Evil
Can you save your soul.
Otherwise you’ll rot
As just another pole.



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Burn the zoo, smash the lies!
Only courage saves the wise.



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Asshole

Courage is wasted
If you are an ass.
Under fascist filth
You’ll drown, alas.

Souls left untouched,
Yet in Hell you’ll sink.
Feelings ignored,
The abyss deeper than you think.

Here you’re only trash,
Pulled to the bottom, all.
Cowards and fools
Answer Evil’s call.

Fear and betrayal
Walk hand in hand.
Soon they’ll destroy
Every innocent strand.

Thus the coward—
The worst of foes.
So too the idiots—
Chains the world imposes.

You’re a coward by fear,
Trapped since your youth.
In this Hell the law
Is a scaffold of truth.

Hypocrisy runs
Through your bloodline thick.
Living decay,
A life of tricks.

Love of “order,”
Blind to the law.
This vile trick
Throws reason out the door.

Adaptation becomes
Your only plan.
Honor decays
To survive in this land.

Life in fascist stink—
A paradox grim.
If you fear and follow,
You’re just part of the whim.

From you they mold
Monsters of filth.
Reason blinded,
All becomes their guilt.

But foul monsters
Will not long survive.
The Sun will purge,
And only the Spirit thrive.

The mire will evaporate,
Saving the souls within.
Prepare for battle—
The Day of Judgement begins.

All masks are dropped,
Evil’s servants fall.
If blind and dull,
You’ll hear no call.



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Cowards breed the worst!
Stand fierce—or you’re cursed.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the mind,
Since childhood it was sown.
So you hide, cunning, confined,
By terror overgrown.

Only Spirit’s striving
Can strike fear down.
Lies that wound the ear
Can also drown.

Fear is built on lies,
Everywhere deceit.
Break its chains
Or face defeat.

Here fear is murder,
A genocide long.
Fear surpasses the axe,
As it infects the throng.

Spreading terror
Is Hell’s main plan.
With one swift blow,
Madness grips the land.

Fear repels thought,
With reason it collides.
Not humans—numbers,
Not a world—but smokes and tides.

When all is surrounded
By the fascist’s dread,
Gather courage
And blow this Hell to shred.

Seek comrades
To fight alongside you.
The lone warrior
Faces fate true.

Those discontented,
Who’ve overcome their fear,
Will find Freedom’s spark
Amidst the scaffold here.

The path is arduous,
No other exists.
The world is vile,
Madness persists.

Delirium spread
By global fascism.
Fear kills and terror reigns,
Cynicism with no prism.

Step out from hiding—
Save your eternal soul.
Listen to none—
Or be consumed whole.



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Strike fear down!
Save your soul or drown.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its limit:
Fear and dullness rule the day.
Remnants of wisdom perish
In a world that rots away.

Total lies, fascist powers
Crush all beneath their sway.
CowID is the proof—
Wars where fools obey.

The filth feeds them any nastiness,
And idiots shout, “Attack!”
What brings them joy is evil,
A rabble mindlessly packed.

Genocide through ages flows,
The world grows ever worse.
Those once foolish now are idiots,
The smart—a tragic curse.

In this beastly zoo of life,
Reason is “mad,” they cry.
Fear, dullness, lies—
The triple evil multiplies.

The pure Spirit must be saved,
Above the slavish grime.
Better than enduring the grotesque,
That sinks below the prime.

The Spirit is Reason,
Firstborn in its core.
Declared war by soulless scum,
Victory of filth near shore.

Do not save our corpses—
Only the Spirit pure.
Send fools to Hell—
The road for them is sure.

If Satan seems a god to them,
Hell’s the place for such trash.
Only the pure Spirit rises,
While fools face the crash.



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Save the Spirit—burn the corpses!
Fools perish, Evil loses.



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Slave Systems

Soviet chains,
Darkness and rule.
Books of wretches,
Lessons cruel.

Do not lie about greatness,
Fools only see delight.
Decent minds were hanged,
Suspended out of sight.

Other feudal schemes,
Fools take as manna here.
Blind to fascism rising,
The system feeds their fear.

Global slavery persists,
Fools silent, blind, and dumb.
Evil pours false streams
To halt the clever from outcome.

Oppression’s first task:
Crush the minds that shine.
Expose a bit of darkness—
A spark against the design.

Unite and fight—
Few chances exist.
Most are monsters,
The homeland—a mist.

Enclosures, not countries,
Goats led to slaughter,
The world in fascist clutch,
The final law of order.




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Break the chains, fight the fools!
Slavery rules—but not for all.



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Unseen, Relentless

Subtle, unyielding,
Dulling of the mind.
Few incorruptible remain—
The rabble, weak, confined.

Monsters rule this world,
Needing servile men.
Spiritless, stupid, meek—
Food and prey for them.

Thousands of brave,
Do they even remain?
Or tens of thousands?
Here is the pit, the bane.

The world builds camps,
Red Cross flags wave.
Those with heads awake
Face no cure, only grave.

Freedom’s a farce,
Choice a mockery there.
To frighten and deceive
Is Evil’s careful snare.

The mechanism of dulling,
Paths to kill the soul,
Decay and lies reinforced,
Brutal power’s goal.

Unseen, relentless,
Cataclysms draw near.
Building the camp is foolish—
All will burn in fear.



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Cunning fades, fear spreads—
Resist or burn among the dead.



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Figure Skating

“Figure skating”—
Torture for the crowd.
Officials—mere figures,
Greedy, corrupt, and proud.

All their thoughts on profit,
Other values lie.
Honest ones are crushed
By suits that pierce the sky.

Kickbacks, slander,
Honest are dismissed.
“Caring for children”
Masks thefts that persist.

Political machine,
Corruption stacked high.
The spectators silent,
Watching the lie pass by.

The stage is a farce,
The system designed to cheat.
Only a few resist,
Most swallowed by deceit.

Where is Culture?
Trampled under greed.
Hell of art and power,
All else reduced to need.



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Expose the fraud!
Culture dies under the suits.



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“Growing Up,” or “Like Everyone Else”

Where is the boy who sought
The Light, crystal-clear and pure?
In this vile Hell he stumbled,
“Like everyone else”—he’s obscure.

“Like everyone else” kills the Spirit,
Destroys the mind at birth.
The mind becomes mere torture
In the randomness of Earth.

Through snares called life,
Fools stumble blind.
Only the Spirit’s fine thread
Shows steps for the kind.

Going among “like everyone else”
Is dangerous—trampled fast.
Talk to fools in vain,
And worms will gnaw at last.

Blind to total lies,
Fools serve the Devil’s scheme.
The herd submits
To falsehoods extreme.

Spirit and Mind—
Oppose Hell’s corruption.
Only those who keep daring
Can resist the abduction.

The boy who sought the Light,
Pure as dawn—
Sold to vile monsters,
Now unclean, withdrawn.



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Keep your Spirit pure!
“Like everyone else” is death.



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End of History

Hunched goblin, crushed
By futile striving’s weight.
Burdened with lies,
Every day he seals his fate.

Blaming neighbors,
In fear he cowers still.
In dungeon hoarding gold,
Feeding greed’s dark will.

Management of vampires,
Masses fools by design.
The end sneaks close—
History’s final line.

If goblin or vampire,
Or a corrupt brute,
You’re useless on this Earth,
Drowning in Evil’s root.

Through goblins Evil spreads,
One kills the other first.
Management’s simple—
Lie more, and quench your thirst.

Fear paramount,
Fascism permanent.
This world of fools
Reaches its full extent.

Near the finish,
End approaches fast.
In chains of slavery,
Reason and honor cast.

Negative selection:
If scoundrel, thief, or ghoul,
“Up” is their road,
While only the lowest mind the rule.

A World Cataclysm waits
For submission to Dark,
When only honest suffer—
They’ll burn this slime apart.



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Lies reign, goblins rule—
Fight Spirit or perish.



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrates
In the bubble of “herbivory”—
This “spiritual” LEGO
On the backdrop of omnivory.

In this tiny mad world
It holds very little weight.
Many traps of cheese lie there,
A snare for any soul to bait.

The world offers refuge from all,
Even from so-called “nirvana.”
The usual world a grazing field,
Where sheep wander, soft and pander.

Not few are the sheep,
False spirituality cuts them down.
To save your soul,
Ask your own questions, and own the crown.

Ego crushed by Awareness—
Inside burns the Flame.
Not through dogma or torment,
The spark ignites the claim.

Find this spark and light the fire—
Consciousness purified at once:
Here is the banner of Spirituality,
The true path of the Sun’s response.

God’s spark for the Fire,
Spirituality aflame.
Unknown to the sheep,
Only STUPIDITY remains to blame.



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Find the spark, light the Flame!
Ego crushed—Spirit remains.



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The Most Terrible Enemy

Fools are the enemies.
No one more severe.
Lies and whips together—
A wild, twisted fear.

Lies are worse than beating,
For one by one, it’s weak.
To brazenly, blindly lie
To the world and all you seek.

CowID showed the measure
Of lies poured into life.
SPID was only practice,
The camp not far from strife.

Digital, dull—they’ll be like cattle,
Humans herded, truth erased.
Sending them off,
Evil ways embraced.

Inhumans hold the power,
Lies their sharpened weapon.
To survive, you must destroy lies
Every second, without exemption.



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Lies are weapons—
Destroy them or perish.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting time!
Under new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold my stirrup—
I’ll tear the visor from my face.”


Ride faster, fleeting time!
Stirrup and saddle—childish play.
The human wretched tribe perishes,
Horses now are jump ropes of the day.

They jump in place, calling it progress,
Minds slaughtered through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, and other clowns
Reflect the world’s poor sheet.

Horse is a jump rope: different layout.
Blood like water—written only in TNT!
Few humans remain, while vile betrayers,
Thieves, and fools consume the rest.

Nine-tenths of time stinks!
Media nauseates to tears.
Shredded jump rope—burden gone
Of mad, relentless races through years.

Step out, save your soul.
Time’s gallop is almost through.
Listen only to intuition—
The stench won’t sting you then.



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Mad gallop! Time devours—
Step aside or be lost.



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Not Small Forces?

Send it down the pipe!
When fools surround,
A mindless slave
Cannot be found.

Working for cash,
Amid Satanic schemes—
Futile labor will consume you,
Your Spirit suffocates in these dreams.

But there’s the great pipe—
Called Creativity there.
You won’t reach paradise,
But you can destroy despair.

For the soul of fools
There is little concern.
Create what is dear,
For yourself—their scorn, spurn.

Poetry to fight?
Yes, the path of fierce verse.
It counts only for you,
Death in the struggle, unrehearsed.

To reach the few,
Problems block the door.
Point your mind and force
Along the fools’ worn floor—
And reach only the abyss.



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Create for yourself!
Fools cannot grasp your flame.




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The Global Kennel

Dogs bark outside the window,
Ruling over sensitive dreams.
How to become a stupid dog
To fit into this insane scheme?

Many two-legged dogs exist,
Yet they cannot admit
Their wild pride, so
They serve the filth, counterfeit.

They claim the world is free—
It’s a kennel, not a land.
You are foreign here,
Life vanished like sand.

Only go inward,
Seek the Light, the truth.
The answer: you are the pure Spirit,
Not in the pack’s uncouth booth.

The path is not easy—
Do not reveal your soul.
They will tear you apart,
Bones only for the master’s goal.

Cataclysm will destroy the kennel,
Wiping fascism from the globe,
Changing flags and signs—
Not a dog, but an enemy of the dark.



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Be the Spirit—
Not a dog of the Kennel.



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To Paint…

“Yes, paint the world, yes, with blood of veins,
Forget disease, forget dreams, vows,
And die from age to age
On the blue hands of the easel.”


Painting is not enough—
We must destroy.
Blood soaks the fat,
No one cares, enjoy.

Feed them jokes, anecdotes,
Give money, health to all.
For women, some earrings—
Nothing more, their call.

The world drowned in madness,
Defeated by vile filth.
Spirit departs the world,
Truth drowned in guilt.

If Spirit is scarce,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly
Here forever” — the law of slaughter.

Fascism drones its lies,
Smart ones few, truth pierced.
Poison in water, food—
Evil drives the world to dirt.

World concentration camp
Not far from now.
Under fascist flag,
New horror, new blow.

Paint no more—
Summon the Sun’s fire
To burn the scum,
And save the Spirit entire.



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Burn the scum!
Save the Spirit!



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Futile Labor

Forward, to the end of work—
There are other tasks to tend.
One concern matters most—
Bite the bit and apprehend.

New projects come,
Completely futile, indeed.
No money, no respect…
Yet these alone are the creed.

What’s precious is what you value
As highest for yourself.
Thus your gaze turns inward,
Buddhism as your wealth.

Inside you’ll find the answers.
Outside, lies abound.
Inside! The Abode of Light!!!
Serve only Light, be sound.

Completing all projects,
You die, leaving Hell behind.
From Death only respect counts
When no foulness clouds the mind.

Death weighs achievements,
And the intensity lived.
The crowd’s opinions? Ignore—
They vanish, so the spirit survived.

Futile labor is honored
If fervent heat burns within.
Not found in fools—
Only lies, poisonous din.

Only for the few,
Grieving labor helps.
In whom Light shines,
Not deluded among deceitful steps.



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Futile labor counts
Only for the soul that burns.



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The Toil

Toil fully, then march to war,
Call pens a cradle—locked tight!
Serfdom everywhere,
Yet its shape shifts in the night.

Vile traitors lie,
Turning the world to nothing.
“Education” dulls the mind,
Learning—propaganda stuffing.

Only addicts of falsehood
Believe this venom here.
They call the filthy fascism
A “special operation” near.

Toil fully, then march to war—
Satan reigns supreme; Hell is close.
The beasts lead the sheep,
Rows tight, lined, verbose.

No oil—lies will fry all,
In that Hell at the end of the toil.
The toil—the herds of Hell,
Sheep awaited long in spoil.

Few uncorrupted remain,
Yet the swarms of traitors are many.



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Toil, march, survive—
Hell awaits the flock.



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Variability

City neurotics—
You alone are the bastion
Of variation, though hysteria
Rules among the dull and crass.

They eat only lies, content with themselves.
This mob cannot be saved.
Your path is hard, pain abundant,
Yet to variations, you must be braved.

Otherwise, the world
Will be lost to Evil’s reign.
The divine spark won’t vanish
Along the path where Light is the chain.

A variant in the Path—
A task to be solved by all.
Any variant is fortune:
Not accessible to the thrall.

Separate from the cattle—
Impossible to move.
Else only to global madness,
Where everyone falls in the groove.

The worldwide madhouse is built
By idiots of every kind.
Total lies multiply—
Bones cannot be gathered in time.

Variations are life itself—
Remember, and press forward!
On the path, the slimy fools,
With them—you’re the mad lord.



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Variations are life—
Follow the path, survive.



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Grow Wiser—or Die!

Is it possible to grow wise?
Hardly—the path for the few.
Anxiety and lies abound,
The fog of deceit in view.

Beasts press in—
The submissive masses consume.
Reason killed in generations,
Falling for their doom.

Trust the beast,
Fear blinds your eyes.
Chasing goals,
Small cogs in machine-like ties.

Respect bodies as the highest?
You are lost, vanished.
Dreams and visions?
Like a tiny screw, banished.

Reject lies, awaken intuition,
Keep even a trickle of reason.
Growing wise is extremely hard,
They lie to kill every season.

Grow wiser we must—
Or shame and death await.
Live under strain,
Catalog Hell’s cruel state.



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Grow wise or die—
Keep reason’s spark alive.



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The Vileness of Small Things

Straw marriage
Amid heaps of lies—
A den of fools
In a world with chains.

Countless petty things.
Among them, honor, mind, and soul,
Keep them safe,
For enemies surround the whole.

The main enemy is the fool.
The world is built this way—
A fool destroys you,
Pulls at you, every day.

Pulling you everywhere,
With petty reins,
If many surround you,
Tolerate their filth—lose your mind.

Do not tolerate—go forward alone.
Wait for none—idiot beside you.
Few are others—
Sensitive, wise.
The vile idiot kills
With petty little lies.



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Fools destroy with small things—
Step aside, protect your mind.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the “subcortex,”
Implanted since your earliest days.
That’s why you hide in your burrow,
Clever, sly, in cunning ways.

Only by Spirit’s striving
Can fear be destroyed,
And lies that wound the ear
Also be fully voided.

Fear is founded on falsehood.
Lies are everywhere.
Cast off its chains,
Or you will perish there.

Killing with fear—
A centuries-old genocide.
Fear’s better than the scaffold
Once it sits in everyone inside.

Fear-mongering is
The essence of Hell.
With a single stroke,
All are driven to delirium’s spell.

Fear clashes with thought,
It cannot coexist.
No longer human—just numbers,
No world—just smoke amidst.

Where horror surrounds all
By fascist’s crushing hand,
Arm yourself with courage,
And explode this Hell’s command.

Seek comrades
To fight by your side—
Lonely warriors
Do not submit to slave-like pride.

Those dissatisfied,
Who have cast off fear,
Only so can you gain
Freedom amid the scaffold near.

The path will be hard,
No other way exists—
A world thoroughly vile
Ruled by madness, false and pissed.

Madness fanned by
Global fascism’s hand,
Humans destroyed
By fear and cynicism’s brand.

Cynicism unchecked,
Shame fully lost.
Step out of your chambers—
Or be the next cost.

Only in battle
Will you save your eternal soul.
Listen to none—
Or be swallowed whole.



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Fear rules? Fight!
Only courage saves the soul.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its limit:
Fear, dullness—completely gone.
The remnants of the wise perish
In grief—the world, a bitter scum.

Total lies, fascist power
Crushed all—CowID’s a sign.
Petty wars, fools perceive all,
Endless shame by design.

Beasts instill any filth,
And idiots cry “Charge! Advance!”
Their perversion brings them joy:
No people—just idiotic stench.

Genocide has raged for ages—
Everything grows crueler still.
Those once fools,
Now mere idiots, live by will.

Even a wise man among the herd
Is deemed insane.
In the world’s wretched zoo,
Fear, stupidity, lies—the triad of pain.

The fall is complete—
They will destroy all
Earth and Sun, unless
The Pure Spirit stands tall.

More urgent than enduring
The ugliness beneath the floor:
Spirit = Reason, primal in Spirit.
Declared war upon its core.

By soulless scum
Victory of beasts is near.
Save not our corpses—
Only the Pure Spirit,
And send the fool to Hell.
Yes, the road is straight there,
For traitor too shall dwell.
If Satan is god to them,
Hell fits these corpses well.



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Save the Spirit—
Corpses are expendable.



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Slave Systems

The Soviet system—
A darkness of slavery: just see
The meager topics of books…
So do not lie,
That it was excellent—
Excellence for the fool.
A decent man,
With reason, hangs like a twig,
A slight misstep, and the branch
Will snap. Slavery returns,
Another lesson not yet learned.

Fools call new “feudalism” manna,
Blind to the fascism inside.
Global fascism reigns today,
A worldwide genocide.
Example: wars, CowID.

Systems change,
But slavery is eternal.
Fools are blind, silent—
Only nonsense in their minds.

The beasts pour that nonsense,
To halt all thought.
Little use in the wise:
The primary task of the system
Is to oppress the intelligent,
So any exposure of Darkness
Becomes a rare victory.

To unite and resist—
Few chances exist,
Most are vile,
The homeland just smoke.

Enclosures, not countries:
Goats lead sheep
To the slaughter.
Fascism reigns—world doomed.



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Slave systems endure—
Expose the Darkness.



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Unseen, Relentless

Subtle, relentless,
Dulling goes on.
Few incorruptible souls—
Not a people, but wretched spawn.

BEASTS rule this world.
They need SERVANTS—
Soulless, stupid, poor,
Useful merely as servants.

They are both prey and hunter,
Almost perfected.
How many wise and brave? Thousands?
Or tens of thousands? Here—the bottom.

The bottom must be pierced—
A camp is built, worldwide.
Red Cross on white flags—
Those with heads surrendered.

Here, “healing”
Like old wars,
Is the best way to exterminate
And reach the bottom through lies.

Very little remains
To fall before the camp.
Hold on, friend, a little longer,
Before the rotten asylum burns.

The camp—death: “so many choices”?
Freedom to choose?
A fish has more freedom
In its pond. Lies and fear—
The one task.

A way to build horror
For a “new world.”
Luck if you penetrate
The mechanism of dulling,
Ways of soul-killing,
Decay’s amplification,
And shameless lies.

Subtle, relentless—
CATASTROPHES are coming:
Building the camp is foolish—
They will grind you to powder.



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Relentless lies,
Hell’s camp awaits.



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“Figure Skating”

“Figure skating”—
A torture for the masses:
Officials—mere FIGURES,
Alien to true culture.

Vile and greedy creatures,
All thoughts of profit only.
Everything else is lies, obstacles—
From them, only harm comes.

They roll over the honest,
Those asses in chairs,
Protruding between glasses,
Hands like nets.

Kickbacks, slander,
The honest—dismissed “with regards”:
They will get rid of these,
Under the guise of “care for children.”

Theft is brisk and bold,
And lies stubbornly told.
Politicians “from above,”
A conveyor belt from bottom to top.

A corrupt system,
Excessive extortion.
Yet the audience is silent:
Just staring at the figures,
The show, the trappings
Of bureaucratic actors.

“Figure skating”—
The torment continues,
While total silence
Makes the fate FATAL.

Few resist.
Most, like particles
Of the system, quietly endure,
Hoping for scraps—
Trifles and leftovers
From greedy beasts.

Question: where is culture?
To hell! — the dictatorship of Evil rules!



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Figure skating,
The world’s corrupt show—fight within!



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So-Called “Growing Up”

Where is the boy who reached
For the Light, pure and clear?
In vile Hell he stumbled:
Became “like everyone”—a wretched worm here.

Being “like everyone”
Kills Spirit and Mind.
Without reason, promotion
Becomes agony blind.

Through life’s traps
Fools call it living.
Only Spirit’s finest thread
Points to the steps to take.

To move safely in Hell.
Mind serves only Spirit,
Measuring the path,
But in the “fallen” crowd—shame and fear abound.

Going among “like everyone” is dangerous—
They’ll trample you if you
Waste words on folly.
Only worms consume.

They also believe total lies,
Always serving the Devil.
Lies know no measure,
But herds obey.

Spirit and Mind are different—
The filth of a foolish Hell.
Only those preserving Spirit, Mind, and Boldness
Understand. To purge them is the Beast’s goal.

Few survive without corruption
In this infernal place.
Where is the boy who reached
For the Light, pure and clear?
He sold himself to vile creatures,
And became impure like them.



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Hold the Spirit—
Don’t become “like everyone.”



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The End of History

The goblin, hunched, crushed
By pointless toil.
Like a camel, he stores lies in his hump,
Blaming fate each day.

The goblin understands only the ghoul,
Looking far and wide.
Ruling ghouls,
The masses—forever fools.

The apocalypse sneaks to them—
It’s History’s End.
Whether goblin, ghoul,
Or foolish, greedy lackey,
You are useless on Earth,
Sinking in total Evil.

Evil spreads through goblins,
Once the herd submits:
Goblin kills goblin
More often than ghoul drinks blood.

Ghoul management
Is simple—just lies.
More lies each day,
Feed them rot,
To weaken bodies.
Fear is paramount, fascism permanent—
Such is the world of sold fools.

Near the finish,
The end is close.
The slave march predetermined—
Mind and honor expelled.

Negative selection:
If scoundrel, ghoul, thief—
The “up” road is yours;
The bottom is all the mind gets.

World Cataclysm awaits
For submission to Darkness, fascism,
Lawlessness, as only “down”
Is allowed for the honest.
It will burn all slime.



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Lies rule,
Mind is endangered—resist!



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrated
In the “herbivorous” bubble—
This is “spiritual” LEGO,
Amid a world of omnivorous madness.

It is worth very little,
With traps laid for the naive.
From all of it they build shelters,
Even under so-called “nirvana.”

The ordinary world is a pen—
Sheep graze within.
There are no few sheep,
Fake spirituality cuts them down.

To save your soul,
Ask questions yourself,
Seek answers alone.
Or follow the song—
You’ll become a sheep.

Destroy ego with Awareness—
Inside is the Flame.
Cannot grasp by torment
Or dogma. The spark is with us.

Find this spark,
Light the Flame—
Consciousness instantly clear:
Here is the Banner of Spirituality.

God’s spark for the Fire,
Spirit as a blaze.
Incomprehensible to the sheep.
Only STUPIDITY and sin.



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Seek the spark—
Light your inner Flame.



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The Scariest Enemy

Fools are the enemy.
Worse than anything else.
Lies and whips together—
A savage delirium.

Lies matter most,
For beating is singular.
Bold, stupid lying—
To the world and everything.

CowID showed
The measure of lies in the world.
“SPID” was a warm-up.
Camp far away.

Digital, dumb—
Human becomes cattle,
Herded by lies,
Sent away.

Monsters here rule.
Lies are their weapon.
The way to survive:
Destroy lies, every moment.



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Fools and lies rule—
Crush deceit, save yourself.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting time!
Under new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold the stirrup—
I’ll wipe the visor, a tear, a fate.”
— M. Lermontov, The Captive Knight, 1840


Ride faster, fleeting time!
Stirrup and saddle—childish games.
The wretched human herd dies—
Horses once, now jump ropes in fashion.

They jump in place, counting as progress,
Minds crushed through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, other scoundrels
Barely reflect the poor world.

Horse becomes jump rope,
Blood flows like water—TNT only!
Few are human, while greedy beasts,
Together with traitor, thief, fool,
Nine-tenths stink even time itself!
Media—vile beyond tears.
The jump rope torn—burden lost
In mad, relentless gallop.

Escape to save your soul.
Little gallop time remains.
Listen always to intuition—
The stench cannot strike your heart.



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Ride the mad time—
Listen to your soul, survive!



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Not So Small Forces?

Send them down the tube!
When idiots surround,
A mindless slave
Cannot explain or unite.

Labor in these Satanic schemes—
A pointless endeavor,
It devours you whole:
You’ll become a submissive fool, weak in spirit.

But there is a bigger tube—
They call it creativity.
You won’t reach “paradise,”
But at least the soul won’t fall
Like the idiots’ souls do.

Create only what you love,
And FOR YOURSELF:
If beasts like it,
You’ll perish among them.

To fight with poetry?
A path for the bold verse.
But only you will appreciate it,
Only you will enjoy it.
Not a battle,
But dying in unseen struggle,
For the rare few who need
Your sharp, honest verse.

Reaching them is hard—
The avalanche of total lies blocks the way.
Which door to knock on?
You’ll fail, if your mind and strength
Follow the usual fools’ paths—
Only the Abyss awaits.



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Create for yourself—
Fight the world unseen.



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The Global Kennel

Dogs bark outside the window,
Ruling over sensitive dreams.
How to become a wretched, stupid dog
To fit in this madhouse?

Many biped dogs here,
But pride and wildness prevent them
From admitting it,
So the inhuman serve the filth.

They believe the world is free—
Not a kennel, not a pen.
You are alien to them, weak, poor,
Until you see the rot:
Life here vanished long ago,
Only imitation remains.

Go inward, seek the Light,
Answer all questions yourself.
The answer: you are the Pure Spirit,
Not a place among dogs and slaves.

The path is hard—
Don’t expose your soul to the dogs,
Or they’ll tear you,
Leaving only bones on the master’s table.

The Kennel will be destroyed
By cataclysm, sweeping away global fascism,
Changing flags and signs,
For the enemy of Darkness is not a dog.

How to become a wretched, stupid dog?
Impossible! Don’t postpone the search for Light—
Only in it will life endure
When we leave the Dog-Dung Plan,
Where neither Honor nor Mind exists,
Even if most accept Evil’s triumph.



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Seek the Light—
Never be a dog in Hell.



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To Paint…

“Yes, paint the world, yes, with vein blood,
Forget disease, dreams, vows,
And die century to century
On the blue hands of the easel.”
— L. Gubanov, Polina, 1963


Painting alone is not enough—
You must destroy.
Your blood soaks the fat,
No matter to the greedy bastard.

Give only jokes or anecdotes,
Money, a pound of health to all,
Earrings to the ladies—
No more substance left.

The world is in dementia,
Defeated by the fiend.
It’s not sarcasm—
Spirit is gone from the world.

If Spirit is small,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly
Here forever”—
Fascism drones on, indirect but firm.

Smart ones are few,
Poison everywhere, lies like plague,
The world pushed to ruin.
Global concentration camp is near,
On the fascist flag,
A new nightmare.

Painting alone is not enough—
Invoke the Sun’s light
To burn the stingers of inhumanity.
Even if all perish,
Spirit will be saved.
Thus Paradise is reached
By those not blind or deaf.



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Paint, burn, save Spirit—
Even if the world dies.



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Pointless Labor

Forward, toward the work’s end—
Other things exist.
One concern matters:
You’ll bite the bit
And the new projects,
Fully pointless,
Without money, respect…
Yet only they hold value!

Value what you deem
Most vital for yourself.
Your gaze turns inward,
Embracing Buddhism.

Inside are answers.
Outside, only lies.
Inside! The abode of Light!
Serve only the Light.

Finishing all projects,
You’ll leave Hell behind.
Only respect matters in death
If you were not vile.

Death weighs achievements,
And the intensity with which you lived.
The crowd’s opinion? Forgotten…
Pointless labor is honored,
If it burns with intensity.
None in idiots,
Only piles of toxic lies.

Not lying—helps the few,
Those with Light,
Not boasting among deceit.



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Pointless labor burns bright—
Save Light within.



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Strada

Get ground down completely,
Then go to war.
Think pens are freedom?
Cradle—locked!

Serfdom everywhere,
Changing forms only.
Foul, corrupt liars
Turn the world into nothing.

“Education”—dulling the mind,
Learning—a circus:
Mind and Spirit decay,
Propaganda poisons sharply.

Only addicts
Believe such toxic lies.
They call shitty fascism
A special operation, by their lies.

Get ground down completely,
Then go to war:
Satan rules supreme here,
Hell is close—on the path.

The beasts lead the sheep,
Ranks tighten.
No oil—lies will burn all
In Hell at the end of Strada.

The ordeal—Hellish pens—
All sheep awaited long.
Few not corrupt,
As always, full of villains.



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Grind, endure,
Hell awaits the sheep.



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Variability

City neurotics—
You are the last stronghold
Of variation, though hysteria
Abounds. The dumb wretch
Feeds on lies, self-satisfied.

Your path is hard, full of pain—
Yet you must reach variations,
Or the world ruled by Evil
Will perish.

God’s spark persists
Only along the path, where Light is idol.
A variation in the Path
Is a task to solve.
Any variant—fortune:
Not accessible to beasts.

Apart from the beasts,
Impossible to move otherwise.
Else only to the Universal madhouse,
The World’s insane reach.

The Universal madhouse
Is built by fools of all kinds.
They will multiply total lies—
Bones cannot be gathered then.

Variations are life—
Remember this and go forth!
On the path are slimy fools.
With them—you’re a lunatic.



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Variations are life—
Move through the fools.



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Get Smarter—or Death!

Is it possible to grow wise?
Hardly—a path for the few:
Anxiety and fog of lies.

The creatures instill fear—
Submissive people devoured.
Mind killed in generations,
If you trust the Beast,
Fear blinds the eyes.

Here, you may see goals
Like a target range.
See bodies as supreme?
You’re lost.
Dream and wish?
A tiny cog.

Abandon lies, restore your sense,
Keep at least a trickle of reason in Hell.
To get smarter is extremely hard,
To preserve reason—
The liars aim to destroy it.

We must get smarter—
Or Shame and death.
Live tensely,
Sort Hell in pieces
To understand it fully—
But don’t stare too long,
Terror comes.



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Grow wise—
Or perish in Hell.



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The Vileness of Trifles

Ostrich-like marriage
Amidst a heap of lies—
A burrow of fools
In a world of chains.

The small things are countless.
Marriage among them—mind, honor,
Guard your conscience,
Enemies are everywhere.

The main enemy is the fool.
The world is built so—
A fool will destroy you,
Tugging at you endlessly.

They tug everywhere,
With trifles, on a leash,
When many of them exist.
If you endure vileness—you’re mad.

Do not endure, go
Alone forward.
Expect no one—
Idiots around.

Few others exist—
Sensitive, wise.
A vile idiot
Will kill you with trifles.



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Fools crush all—
Protect mind and honor.



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Centered

Center on the Spirit,
And quiet your mind —
All chains, all whispers vanish
In the Soul’s bright shine.

Look with an open gaze,
Straight into the heart of things.
The world under the fascist slime,
Above it — like Koschei’s strings.

These inhuman fools "rejoice,"
Building chaos, madness, dread.
And soon the madhouse transforms
Into Sodom overhead.

Destruction of the Spirit
Is the chief "mechanism" here.
To make you a dung-fly,
They implant dullness and fear:

Poisoned words, endless lies,
Working deep into the mind.
Insanity multiplies.
Children are the main design.

Dulling the young and bright,
Their fragile reason bent.
Only slavery enters,
A thick-headed dent.

And simple fools emerge
At the end of this decay.
The people grow stupider,
Like cattle led astray.

Poverty stifles striving
Toward the Source so vast.
Emptiness kills what remains,
And leaves the Spirit cast.

Reason rots away.
No longer human, only lice
March to the arena,
Or Sodom’s vice.

Pay the utmost price
To leave the madhouse cage.
The cost is your last soul-power,
Your Spirit’s final stage.

Reach for redemption only
If fear does not control.
Unite in striving for the Light —
And you will claim the Goal.

The answer lies within;
None will hand it from outside.
Soon all will forget
That Spirit alone holds pride.

Ignite, burn, and blaze —
Then all will become clear.
This is not a shadow of heaven,
Nor moksha’s fading veneer.



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Spirit First

Center on Spirit, hush the mind,
Chains and lies will fall behind.
In fascist chaos, Sodom grows —
Only Light your pathway shows.

Children dulled, the people blind,
Reason rots, and fools will bind.
Burn within, fierce, unafraid —
The Answer’s yours, if fear’s decayed.



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Manipulation of Consciousness

Manipulating minds —
The world’s top trade.
From early childhood trapped,
Where Reason fades.

All school programs
Are aimed to kill the mind.
At the end, rude brutes emerge,
In soul and thought — nothing you’ll find.

Only the few
Keep Reason alive,
The rest like birds
In other traps won’t survive.

"Culture" and TV
Will finish everyone off.
For here, Hell is real —
Success for inhuman scoff.

Work is chains of slavery,
Rest — only Forget.
No greater obscenity.
Drop your whining yet.

You must discern
These cunning snares.
Much effort’s needed —
This Workshop glares.

Vast resources poured
Into deception's core.
Not mere courses of lies,
"Science" for years and more.

Years studying how
To trick and snare the crowd.
Lies are hardened,
Again, again, aloud!

Mixing art with shameless lies —
"Science" calls it so.
And fools will buy the mirage,
Believing what they know.

They’ll call slavery freedom,
Idiotism norm.
Brute rudeness implements
Fascist storm.

A foolish brute is needed —
The best slave of all.
Thus, the flood of lies
Sweeps over, wide and tall.

Yet freedom chances exist —
Build autonomous ground.
From Hell of decadence
Communities are found.



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Mind Trap

Brains manipulated, childhood sold,
TV and school make Reason cold.
Only few can keep the flame,
The rest are fooled in the same.



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Insights

More Insights in poems
Than in all other deeds:
Poetry weaves the Spirit
Through its precise threads.

Words dress what can’t be dressed,
New phantoms grow instead —
Half lies for burning,
Spirit not fully fed.

Obsessive petty searches
Breed masses of the mad.
Fools trusting secondary cloth
Are blind, believing bad.

Poetry seeks no "super-truth,"
It sketches the raw Spirit.
Occasionally reflecting
Without toil, without limit.

Spontaneous bursts alone,
Only as the elements fire.
Those who feel no disgust
Won’t drop false empire’s pyre.

Only those born without skin
Can sense this Flame’s embrace.
Theorists multiply nonsense,
A mental stench in place.

Esoteric exceptions exist —
Number Twenty proves.
Mostly mind corruption reigns,
Supporting Darkness’s moves.

False science serves fascism here,
Do not seek Truth there.
Atheists cannot reach the Gates
Where Spirit opens elsewhere.

Years of wicked time will end,
This Bedlam soon will burn.



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Spirit in Verse

Poems ignite, reveal the fire,
Fools breed chaos, false attire.
Only Spirit sees the light,
Burn the lies, reclaim the sight.



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Don’t Cast Pearls

Don’t cast pearls,
Don’t shout to the mob.
This is Hell’s discharge,
Only pipes know the job.

Orders known only
To vile ghouls,
False contagion
For mindless souls.

Prizes and whips,
Guardians required.
All must eat, sleep, mate,
Under fascist fraud conspired.

Children sent straight
To slaughter, praised.
Against the wise,
Instructed to fight.

Global concentration camp
Is the outcome of labor.
Red cross on fascist flag
Marks poisoned water.

Food tainted,
Stupidity spreads.
All fools dispatched
To World Madhouse threads.

Soon pigs will perish,
The best fate.
The innocent minds crushed,
The vile triumph in state.



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Hell’s Orders

Pearls not cast, silence is gold,
Fools obey, the young are sold.
Global camp, poisoned bread,
Truth is dead, all lies are fed.



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Pacifier

Pacifier to suck milk
In childhood’s early hour,
Then only to consume
Lies — the world’s cruel power.

Parents feed deception,
Childhood fades to pain.
Resistance is hard,
Connections severed, slain.

False fools eat only lies,
Skin-deep values prized.
Exceptions rare,
Corruption widely sized.

Inside lies the Light,
Outside all decay.
Cataclysms will follow,
Spirit leads the way.

From fascist world,
Those bound by lies,
Will not pass —
They’ll burn, the world denies.



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Suckling Lies

Childhood fed on falsehood’s milk,
Resistance fades, the world of silk.
Spirit guides, lies will burn,
From this Hell, we’ll return.



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Going for “We”

I go to “you” —
Old path, long known.
The goal is “we” —
All this dirt, all alone.

I go for “we”:
Here lies and decay,
Darkness reigns —
Universal sway.

Strong slave bears
The brunt, delivers pain.
Mad slave is weapon of evil,
Brutal, cruel, insane.

Majority’s madness,
No strength remains.
What to protect?
Only rot sustains.

Ideas are battles’ core,
Evil hides in prayers, science, lore.
Resist with poetry, crush the lies,
Else fall, foolish, where darkness flies.



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Mad Slave

Mad slave strikes, lies spread wide,
Ideas clash, evil cannot hide.
Poetry fights, the Truth defends,
Foolishness ends where darkness bends.



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Garbage and Slugs

Internet dump:
Little worth you’ll find.
Life’s refuse overwhelms,
Slugs feast, unkind.

AI multiplies lies,
Strengthens them each day.
Fills the dump,
Machines drag truth away.

Clips and memes rule,
People mere herd.
Propaganda stings,
Truth silenced, unheard.

Only lies dominate,
To drown the truth.
Life becomes impossible,
Humans stripped of youth.

Slugs prevail,
Humanity wanes.
The Century of Slugs
Arrives with pains.



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Digital Slime

Slugs and lies multiply,
Truth and humans die.
Internet dump, AI’s scheme,
Life consumed, no dream.



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Palisade of Events

Palisade of events — vile,
Center inside, be brave.
Answers come through Light,
Reject falsehood’s wave.

Intuition, sharp critique —
Your path, your shield.
World hysterical,
At Days’ end, unrevealed.

Idiot production
Flows industrially.
Sun ignites, burns the vile,
Cleans the world visibly.

Only units survive
Through Spirit’s blaze.
Seek answers for yourself,
Sweep illusions away.



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Inner Light

Center inside, let Light guide,
Sweep the lies, ignore the tide.
Only Spirit saves the few,
Burn the false, reveal what’s true.



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“Diligent”

“Diligent” spent
Minds in silence.
On trivial waste,
Darkness grows in balance.

Bold each year,
Silence breeds fools.
When patience ends,
Evil breaks the rules.

Money, fame,
Lackeys and slimes.
Values sold cheaply,
Truth discarded in times.

Silence reigns —
Spirit’s final line.
Heartless legacy,
Nothing left divine.

Idiot stubbornly consumes,
Eating filth, ignoring all.
A world turned void
Will inevitably fall.



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Silent Diligence

Silent fools waste minds away,
Evil grows, devours the day.
Spirit’s line, last to hold,
Heartless world, silent, cold.



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Burning of stupidity

Years fly by, and through them you burn
The remnants of folly — that’s their turn.
All in vain, yet you pretend,
Thinking this horror home to tend.

Since childhood, only lies you’ve stored,
Few pearls to find, truth ignored.
Sheep march to slaughter, you have endured,
Beneath the masked fascist overlord.

In apogee of genocide’s dark span,
Mind always threatened, Spirit crushed by man.
To dull all souls, impose lifelessness,
Religions, fake sciences, propagate distress.

Schools, factories of fools, thrive on chains,
Deception strengthens as each year drains.
Marxist tricks, the carrot, the stick,
Fascist rot spreads, the world sick.

Yet beasts celebrate too soon,
Chaos will sweep their deluded tune.
Madness and fools, two-thirds of men,
Through them, may death cleanse the pen.

Fascism finds its base in the vile,
Majority grotesque — nature reviles.
Cataclysms aren’t misfortune, but flame,
To burn the dead, purge the game.



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Burn the folly, purge the lies,
Fascists thrive, but Spirit flies.
Madness rules, yet truth remains,
Through fire, the righteous break the chains.



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Tonka the Machine Gunner

Tonya the gunner, a tale of blood,
Snitches and corpses line the flood.
Sisters with needles, calm but cruel,
Children’s fate twisted in their school.

Rewards for fools, the corrupt delight,
Feeding darkness, serving night.
Men break, spirits bend, honor falls,
Slaves of evil heed the calls.

Police and tyrants, old and new,
Lies and fear guide what they do.
The world nearly dead, shamed and scarred,
Truth suffocates, and life is marred.



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Tonya fires, the innocent bleed,
Fools rewarded for serving greed.
Truth suffocates, the world decays,
Evil thrives in twisted ways.



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The world’s a stage, anatomy shown,
Frozen scenes, logic overthrown.
Dead all around, few souls remain,
The lash drives them to pen and chain.

Science leaks, reason dies,
In the theater, truth hides.
Illusions reign, screens project,
A world in decay, reality wrecked.

Cataclysm looms, fascist flame,
Stupid masses bear the blame.
All will burn, deception’s reign,
From ashes, maybe truth will gain.



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World’s a stage, fools enslaved,
Truth denied, the masses caved.
Fascist fire will purge the lies,
From burning chaos, Spirit will rise.



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Emptiness of emptiness

Reflections of reflections, void of voids,
A world where hollow lies deploy.
Material chains, Spirit denied,
Servants of false gods multiply.

Rogues wield lies like knives,
Turning life to rot and strife.
Yet beyond time, a higher plane,
Answers lie within the Spirit’s domain.

Populace duped, parrots repeat,
Materialism feeds the deceit.
To follow Spirit, seek the light,
Shun the darkness, embrace the right.



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Void reflects void, lies infest,
Spirit alone withstands the test.
Material fools will fall and rot,
Truth remains the only lot.



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Soluble Multi-Lie

A dissolvable soup of lies,
The world churns deceit in disguise.
You’re trapped, weak, almost dead,
Multi-falsehoods fill your head.

Human slaughter, Spirit drained,
All through centuries, truths restrained.
Rise and fight the beastly brew,
Or stew in lies, till life’s through.



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Multi-lies stew the mind,
Only Spirit’s fire can unbind.
Fight the beast, or rot in brew,
Truth survives the deadly stew.



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The World Ocean and Total Lies

Half the Ocean green with lies,
Sun grows stronger in our skies.
Blamed on cows, factories, and more,
Humanity’s mind caught in the gore.

Total deception floods the world,
Souls enslaved, illusions curled.
Spirit survives beyond the fray,
Sunlight will burn deceit away.



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Oceans lie, the sun will burn,
Fools deceived, yet truth returns.
Spirit rises, falsehood dies,
Under open, honest skies.



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Questions and Answer

Rescuer is not the Savior,
Teacher may know the Way?
God or Tempter, truth or error,
World or Hell — who holds sway?

Faces false, no truth to cling,
Mirages everywhere take wing.
Answers lie inside the Soul,
One path to follow, one goal.

Disobedience breaks the chains,
Spirit finds the light that reigns.
Outside lies will lead to death,
Within, the breath of Spirit’s depth.



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One answer lives inside your core,
Dispel the lies, be evermore.
Spirit guides through darkest night,
Truth emerges into light.



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Irreversible processes in Nature

Irreversible processes rule,
Not merely CEOs or fools.
Truth ignored by blinded minds,
Falsehood reigns, the world confined.

Sun burns hotter, magma flows,
Nature’s wrath everyone knows.
Fools resist, yet cannot win,
Spirit suffers, degradation within.

The dead-end world, decay and pain,
Only Spirit’s path remains.
Those blind to light will stumble, fall,
New realms await beyond the thrall.



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Nature turns, fools remain,
Spirit suffers, mind in chain.
Only truth can save the day,
Darkness fades, light finds the way.



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Global warming

Solar power grows, the lies persist,
Cows and CEOs plot the twist.
Charts and numbers, false alarms,
Humanity lulled by subtle harms.

Ignorance thrives, panic suppressed,
Instructions followed, lies professed.
The world deceived, the meek obey,
Fools perpetuate the endless sway.



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Sun rises, lies abound,
Human fools fall to the ground.
Only Spirit sees the game,
Truth survives the falsehood’s flame.



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Never say never

Not madness nor prison, but a global camp,
Where shallow minds fall into the trap.
Propaganda strikes, then the barbed wire,
Digital chains feed the fire.

Fools obey, betrayers thrive,
Lies suffocate, yet you survive.
Intuition, courage, call the names,
Expose the false, destroy their games.

Cataclysms loom, the world will shake,
Chains break, only the Spirit awake.
Sun grows stronger, oceans burn,
Through deception, the righteous return.



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World a camp, lies everywhere,
Spirit fights, fools beware.
Sun will blaze, deceit will fall,
Truth survives and conquers all.



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Burning the Foolishness

Years fly by, and through them you burn
The remnants of folly — this their turn.
All in vain, you deceive your own mind,
Thinking this dreadful house you’ve aligned.

From childhood, only deceptions you store,
Few pearls found by yourself, nothing more.
Sheep march to slaughter, while you endure
Beneath masked fascism, so impure.

In apogee of genocide it flows,
Mind always threatened, the Spirit bows.
To dull everyone, then enforce the void,
Religions and false science deployed.

Schools — factories of fools, they create
Chains of arbitrariness, dictatorial state.
With each passing year, lies grow more bold,
Carrots for donkeys on production rolled.

Madness strengthens, fascists rise,
Satan as God before our eyes.
Yet early triumph is theirs, not the end,
For cleansing comes, the dead we’ll send.



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Burning folly, years gone by —
Sheep march, fools comply.
Spirit and mind oppressed,
Falsehood reigns, yet truth’s not lessed.



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Years fly, lies grow,
Fascism spreads, woe.
Sheep and fools abound,
Spirit yet can be found.



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Folly burns —
Spirit learns.



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Tonya the Machine Gunner

Tonya, the machine gunner,
An incident, out of line?
Or the informer, killing masses,
Bodies stacked, no sign.

That “sister,” she stabs,
Not hysterical, children she has.
Hidden and quiet, too many to count,
No dead? But the worthy mount.

Awards may follow, fools rejoice,
Serving darkness without a voice.
From the gun to lies, worse than death,
Even honest ones fear the breath.

To live here, Tonya pays soul’s price,
Clear examples of damage, precise.
While pioneers approve gray lies,
Ignore these, only truth applies.



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Tonya shoots —
Fools obey.
Life costs —
Spirit pays.



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Machine gun —
Truth undone.



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The Whole World’s a Theater

The whole world’s a theater,
Anatomical frame.
Frozen scenes and logic’s boulder,
Madness everywhere, none tame.

Dead all around —
Living are few.
Whip drives the stench,
Beasts’ success, life askew.

Science like a sieve,
Knowledge drains to zero.
In the theatre of falsehood,
Mirages rule the hero.



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World’s a stage —
Few remain.
Madness reigns,
Truth in vain.



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Theater of lies —
Mirages rise.



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The Emptiness of Voids

Reflections of reflections —
The void of voids, this world.
Decay in mirroring?
No, false idols swirl.

From childhood, material enforced,
Spirit mocked, myths endorsed.
God with horns? Only if Spirit’s lost,
We become fly-like, at great cost.

Super-knowledge exists, Spirit’s expanse,
Above time, souls’ torment in trance.
Technology corrupts the weak,
Lies multiply, as truth grows bleak.

Go within — only there answers dwell,
For fools, the world’s a living hell.
Materialism dominates, spirituality fades,
Every “-ism” leads to fascist raids.



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Void mirrors —
Fools perish.
Spirit waits,
Truth’s surface.



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Emptiness reigns —
Only Spirit gains.



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Soluble Multi-Lies

Soluble multi-soup — the world,
Rough example, yet unfurled.
Trapped in multi-lies, weak and blind,
Throw the free cheese far behind.

Man, insane, a weak soul’s slave,
Death approaches, the world won’t save.
Fight the beasts, resist the stew,
They cook you slow if dull — it’s true.



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Multi-lies stew —
Fight or fry.
Spirit must wake,
Or you die.



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Lies cook slow —
Soul in tow.



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Global Ocean and Total Lies

Half the ocean green, sun blazes high,
Once blue, now lies multiply.
Blame not factories, not cows’ sighs,
But consumption clouds the human eyes.

Eternal deception, humanity numb,
Underground escape, never to come.
Life in pure Spirit shall follow,
Soulless have no place in this hollow.



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Ocean green,
Lies unseen.
Spirit lives —
Falsehood gives.



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Total lies
Flood the seas.



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Questions and Answer

Savior is not the Savior.
Teacher knows the Way?
God or Tempter here?
World or Hell’s sway?

Masks, not persons, clouds of lies,
Grasp nothing, mirages rise.
Seek within for the one reply —
Answers live where illusions die.



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Seek inside —
Truth resides.
Mirages fade —
Spirit guides.



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Questions vast —
Answer one.



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Irreversible Processes in Nature

Irreversible flows,
Not CE-O-Two’s woes.
Cow farts and factory haze,
Heads filled with deceptive phrase.

Sun blazes, magma warms seas,
Truth harsh, fools fail to appease.
Degradation and torment descend,
Satan here, yet Spirit defends.



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Nature burns —
Fools unlearn.
Spirit waits —
Truth returns.



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Irreversible —
Spirit persists.



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Global Warming

Sunlight rises, cows emit,
CE-O-Two, fools admit.
Simple lies with “clear meaning” spread,
Charts adjusted, truth left dead.

Humans follow without panic,
Orders from fools, nothing organic.
Chemical trails reflect the light,
Poison administered, false disease in sight.



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Sun rises —
Fools comply.
Truth is near,
Lies multiply.



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Global heat —
Spirit beats.



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Don’t Swear by the Concentration Camp

Not madness or prison,
But a global camp.
If intelligence is scarce,
Propaganda will stamp.

All deceived, then counted and trapped,
Beasts rule, the cunning mapped.
Train the fools, crush the wise,
World’s final days before our eyes.



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Camp world —
Truth hurled.
Fight the lies,
Save your soul.



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Global camp —
Deception reigns.



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Poetry as a Path to the Soul’s Salvation

Poetry is not a tool for mass influence, nor a way to fit into society or earn approval. It is written first and foremost for the author, as a means to preserve the soul, to keep its light alive in a world full of lies and emptiness. Every word, every line is an act of self-preservation, a discard of the unnecessary, and a fixation of what is vital within.

Yet in this deep process, a side effect exists: poetry can touch another consciousness. Not as a guide, nor as a moral command, but as a tiny spark that awakens attention, inner honesty, and the search for one’s own path. A reader open to this may resonate with the invisible vibration of words and take a step toward their own inner light.

Thus poetry becomes a double act: it saves the author, and potentially, it may help someone else. But it is important to remember: this is not guaranteed, it does not obey plans or expectations. It merely opens a door. Whether someone walks through it — the choice remains theirs alone.

It is precisely this freedom, this independence and sincerity, that makes poetry a true force. It is a space where Spirit meets itself and, perhaps, others — not to command or teach, but simply to be authentic.



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Poetry saves the soul —
First your own, then perhaps another.
Words vibrate unseen,
A spark, a choice, a light.



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Words strike —
Soul wakes.



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The Clock’s Gone Mad

The cuckoo calls —
Life’s reason falls.
Forget it all in vain —
Here’s Hell, you cuckoo again.



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Cuckoo cries —
Life’s disguise.
Hell is near —
You cuckoo here.



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The Cuckoo’s Gone Mad

The cuckoo calls —
Life shatters walls.
Forget, drift in vain —
In Hell, you cuckoo again.



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Cuckoo moans —
Life dethrones.
Hell’s embrace —
You cuckoo’s place.



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Cuckoo cracked —
Life hacked.
Hell laughs loud —
You cuckoo, proud.



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Cuckoo strikes —
Time’s fracture.
Life dissolves —
In hell you measure.



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Cuckoo’s gone —
Madness reigns.
Count your years
By hellish chains.



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The Cuckoo Gone Mad

Cuckoo calls —
Justifying life anew.
Forget in vain —
By hellish chains, you rue.



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Cuckoo cries —
Chains bind.



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The Toy Factory

The toy factory hums.
Above, a brand-new plan:
No need for clowns —
"Leaders" of every land.

All puppets are so old!
Even ancestors laughed at this mold.
Now a robot is required,
For AI to be admired.

Children raised to amuse,
Their playthings fed with abuse.
The factory glues scandals tight,
Soulless material — the politician’s delight.

Retail nations —
Childhood lost in their mess.
“Citizens” drunk and sated,
Few remain sane, I guess.

The world’s caught in psychedelic trance,
Monsters dance in endless dance.
Plans of villains, hysterics thrive,
For they craft a Brave New World alive.

Reason is blocked,
Paths closed, doors locked.
A test run of filth deployed,
Darkness cheered, the mind destroyed.

Two-thirds are lost already,
Forward they lie, brazenly.
The factory pens a world so blind,
Listen to your Soul — it’s your find.

Only salvation of the Soul
Leads the wise on their path:
Rot, lies, despair — the whole foul scroll,
But for the Spirit, a guiding oath.

The psychedelic grip
Narrows space for thought,
Chronicles of misdeeds
Crack the door to your lot.



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Toy factory hums —
Clowns gone.



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Children play —
Souls stray.



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Rot and lies —
Spirit flies.



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Toy factory —
Souls enslaved.



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Puppets scream —
Robots reign.



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Rot rules all —
Spirit stands tall.



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Children’s minds —
Slaughtered grind.



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New world lies —
Chaos flies.



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Toy factory —
Brains gone.



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Robots rule —
Souls pawn.



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Puppets fall —
Chaos calls.



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Kids confined —
Minds blind.



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New world burns —
Spirit learns.



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Lies parade —
Truth stayed.



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Steel grips —
Dark scripts.



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Toy factory —
Hell’s drafty.



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Toy factory hums —
Souls on strings.



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Robots grin —
Chaos wins.



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Puppets old,
Stories cold.



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Glue of lies,
Childhood dies.



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Steel and code,
Hearts corrode.



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False delight,
Darkness bites.



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Toy factory world —
Spirit hurled.



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Listen close —
Escape those ghosts.



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Toy factory grinds —
Souls confined.



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Robots laugh —
Humans daft.



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Glue of lies —
Childhood dies.



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Strings snap —
Spirit trapped.



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Toy world burns —
No return.



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Toy factory hums —
Lies become drums.
Children entrapped,
Souls tightly wrapped.



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Strings and wires play —
Life stripped away.
Robots grin wide,
Humanity’s slide.



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Glue of deceit
Covers small feet.
Playroom of hell,
No one to tell.



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Plans so absurd,
Voices unheard.
Mindless parade,
Spirit betrayed.



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Toy world burns bright,
Dark replaces light.
All is controlled,
Souls bought and sold.



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Toy hell roars —
Souls on floors.
Kids trapped tight,
No end in sight.



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Strings snap fast,
Humanity’s past.
Robots grin wide,
All hope denied.



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Glue and lies,
Silent cries.
Playroom burns,
No one learns.



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Plans obscene,
Minds wiped clean.
Parade of fools,
Broken rules.



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World of toys,
Stolen joys.
Darkness reigns,
Spirit chains.



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Clever cat strikes —
Sheep just bleat.

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Cat prowls wise —
Sheep fall for lies.

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Cat sees, sheep bleed.
Fools follow — meet the greed.

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Sheep bleat, cats smirk.
Chaos reigns — fools at work.








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Áîëåçíü àë÷íîñòè

Ïëàòà, ðàñïëàòà
Ñëåäîì èäóò —
̸ðòâàÿ õâàòêà
Äåíåã. Äîáüþò

Ìèð, êîãäà ñòàíóò
Æàäíûìè âñå:
Äóõó êàïóò —
Âåðíîñòü êàê â ïñå.

Âåðÿò, ïîêîðíû —
Âåðíîñòü ëþäåé:
 ÷óøè óïîðíû —
 "ñìûñëàõ" ÷åðòåé.

Íåëþäü — çàõâàò÷èê.
Äåíüãè — áóëàò.
Èõ àâòîìàò÷èê,
Êîëü àë÷íûé ãàä.


Âàðèàíò âòîðîé ñòðîêè: "Âìåñòå èäóò —"




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"Êàçíè åãèïåòñêèå"

åÁèïåòñêèå êàçíè —
Âñ¸ îáîëãàëè ìðàçè_.
×ðåç Ëîæü óíè÷òîæåíüå
Óìà, âñëåä ðàçëîæåíüå

_Äóøè, ÷òî õóæå ñìåðòè.
Ëèøü _åé, ãíîáèìîé, âåðüòå:
Ñïëîøü ñàòàíèçì ãîëèìûé —
Ðîãàò èõ_ áîã ëþáèìûé.




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Ðåàíèìàöèÿ Äóøè

Ñîí — êëèíè÷åñêàÿ æèçíü.
Ïîñêîðåé îò ñíà î÷íèñü,
Èëè ñòàíåò î÷åíü ïëîõî —
Îí â êîøìàð ñïîëçàåò: æîïà,
Ñìåðòü â ðàññðî÷êó, à íå æèçíü, —
Ëæè è ëåòàðãèè ñëèçü...



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Ñïàñåíèå äóø`è!

Êîðìèì òóøè,
Ãóáèì Äóøè,
Ïðîòîðÿÿ òðîïû â Àä —
Íûíå ðåäêîñòü, êîëü íå ãàä.
Êòî êðè÷èò, òîãî äóøè —
Çëî ÿäð¸íåå â òèøè.



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 îæèäàíèè Ñëèâà

Äóø`è! ïðåêðàñíûå ïîðûâû — ïåðåôðàçèðîâêà Ïóøêèíà.


Äóø`è! Ïîçíàíèÿ ïîðûâû —
È çàæèâ¸øü "âïîëíå ñ÷àñòëèâî".
Èíà÷å áóäåøü ó îáðûâà
Ïîòîêà æäàòü — â Êëîàêó ñëèâà.

"Ñ÷àñòëèâûé" Æóòü íå íàáëþäàåò —
Âî Ëæè î "÷èñòîì" îí ìå÷òàåò.
Ïîòîêó íàïëåâàòü íà ýòî:
Ñìåò¸ò ìèðîê íàñèëüÿ, áðåäà.



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Î "ñ÷àñòüå" è î êîå ÷¸ì äðóãîì...

Ñ÷àñòëèâûé: äóðàê —
Ñèíîíèì. Àä Âðàê:
Ïîåõàâøèé êðûøåé —
Íîðìàëåí. Áóäü òèøå,
È âñ¸ óòðÿñ¸òñÿ —
 Òüìå ñòàíåøü óðîäöåì:
Ïðèäóðêîì ñ÷àñòëèâûì —
Ó Êðàÿ Îáðûâà.
Ñìûâàåò ïîòîê
Çà Êðàé — Àä æåñòîê:
Íå âèäèò ñ÷àñòëèâûé —
 "óìå" Ëæè Íàðûâû.




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Without Measure

“Know your measure” — in the gray,
Gray as world — so dull, so small.
From their icons sulfur drips,
And the brazen rise, who brawl.

“Up” is DOWN — all lies, chimera,
Little sense to rot in line.
Scorn their “measure,” burn it clearer:
Only burning makes you shine.

If in fire of creation
You ignite and blaze away,
You won’t fester as damnation,
Only silence makes you clay.

Genocide has long been soaring,
Stupidity the law they preach.
Hammer, anvil — both imploring,
That’s the fate of those who reach.

So then strike without a measure:
Die, yet save your soul from chains,
Where new Pol Pots build their treasures,
Breeding lies in zoo-like plains.

Zoo — the world became its copy,
Stacked as “beast on beast” it stands:
Savage, wretched, bleak and sloppy,
Rotting under tyrant’s hands.



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Burn without measure —
Silence is rot.
Die for the Spirit,
Or live as a blot.

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Up is down, their gods are lies —
Only fire makes you rise.

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Hammer strikes, the truth is raw:
Burn — or rot beneath their law.

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World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains, or be the feast.



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Only fire makes you rise —
Smash their lies, or burn alive!

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World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains — or be the feast!



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The Quality of Assholehood

“Quality”? — It’s assholehood!
The fool just spits out trash.
The idiot in servitude
Swallows lies for cash.

“All is fine,” “progression,”
Stuffed into their pants.
Pressing lies’ obsession
Fuels the warlike dance.

Sharper than a launcher,
Propaganda roars:
Crowds enraged like vultures —
Thrown into the wars.

“Quality,” “health measures” —
Spells to keep you dumb.
CowID showed cattle’s treasures,
Truth as icy numb.

Only lies have “quality,”
Goebbels is outdone.
New deceit’s monstrosity
Chokes minds one by one.

Brains dissolved in masses,
Or is it just herds?
Vegetables with horns for “gods”
Bleating empty words.

“Quality” on farmland —
Newest narrative.
Putler’s fine, they’re all glad,
Idiots still live.



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“Quality” is shit in gold —
Cattle bought, and cattle sold.

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Progress? Lies! A tyrant’s feast.
Wake — or die a branded beast.

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Goebbels’ ghost is overrun —
Putler smiles — the herd is done.

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Health, “progress,” sacred chants —
Chains for slaves in cattle pants.



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So-Called “Patriotic Poems”

“At four years old we give the child a flag,
and he enters our processing,
which continues until his death.”
— Hermann G;ring


A preschool girl in uniform,
Reciting “patriotic” verse —
That fascist sting becomes the norm,
The propaganda’s mad, perverse.

Its howling tide floods every mind,
Worse than gallows, worse than rope.
Drowning there, no soul you’ll find,
Death alone would give you hope.

Execution saves your soul,
But bowing down to slime — you’re lost.
Serving filth becomes the goal,
And damnation is the cost.

Goering, Hitler, Goebbels, all —
Have been surpassed with ease today.
Mindless masses heed the call
Of a counterfeit decay.

This rabble mirrors Hitler’s crowd,
But smaller, meaner, fouler spawn.
What remains of Spirit’s proud
Is chased away — defiled, withdrawn.

Until the soul is but a fly,
Buzzing over dung and waste,
Trampled, twisted, left to die,
All its honor laid to waste.



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A child with flag — a soul enslaved,
By lies of tyrants, darkly paved.

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Better die upon the rope,
Than bow to filth and kill your hope.

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Their “patriotism” reeks of war —
It’s fascism, rotten to the core.

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Spirit’s gone — the herd obeys,
Buzzing flies on dung’s decay.



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Pain Management

Spread the pain of loss in layers,
Salt of life through even days.
Want to rise above the players?
Rule your fate — not pain’s decay.

Pain’s the core of all directing,
Far too much to bear alone.
Turn again, again, reflecting,
To the Heart — not to the throne.

Heart discerns the pain from falsehood,
Selfish roots of every fall.
Chains of ego, masks of false good,
Drag you downward most of all.

Shock is lethal — leads to breaking.
Learn to strip its mask away.
No, you won’t unmake their faking,
But who cares what herds obey?

In this upside-down world’s measure,
Keep the Heart’s clear wisdom whole.
End the fate that breeds displeasure,
If creation fuels your soul.

That alone is goal and meaning,
All the rest is empty sound.
Vermin grind their lies unceasing,
Killing herds that crowd around.

Vermin, herds — their pain is towering,
Once you see, you understand:
Only through creation’s flowering
Spirit breaks the iron hand.

Scrape the layers, fuel the fire,
Turn despair to gift, alive —
From infernal hell’s quagmire,
Comes the Heart’s fierce BREAKTHROUGH drive.



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Pain’s no prison — make it flame,
Turn despair to Will’s true name.

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Scrape the wound, ignite the fire —
From the pit, break out, rise higher!

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Only Heart can cut the chain —
Mind just multiplies the pain.

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Vermin preach, the herds obey —
Create — or rot and fade away.



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The Kid Goat and the Digital Camp

There once was a cartoon, cheery,
Every beast was counted fast.
Panic swept them, dumb and weary,
But the numbers saved at last.

Counted — yes, that much is certain.
Saved? Of course not, don’t you see?
Digital camp locks the curtain,
Prison dressed as “security.”

Simple fools expect devotion,
CowID showed them the lie:
First cartoon prepared the notion —
Next time herds are tagged to die.

“Plagues” were drills, rehearsals, fiction,
Idiots convinced with ease.
Chewing lies without restriction,
Begging, “Master, feed us, please.”

Further grinding, harsher, faster,
Regression speeds its grim finesse.
World is sinking into bastard
Depths of fraud and sham’s duress.



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Counted, tracked, a digital pen —
Prison hides the fool again.

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Cartoons train the herd to kneel —
Feed the lies, forget what’s real.

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CowID marks the weak, the blind —
The camp awaits, their souls confined.

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World grows cruel, deceit runs deep —
Resist, create — don’t rot asleep.



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Clinging and Slaughter

"It’s not your self that binds you in Samsara, it’s clinging."
— Tilopa


Lies and horror — do you cling
To this filth? Go on, embrace!
With false hopes you’ll maul the mind,
Drive the last wit from its place.

That’s the outcome, clear and stark.
The world insane, almost all.
Satan reigns as god of dark,
Praises lies and pride’s cruel thrall.

You’re proud, you’re lazy, if you trust
The infernal, foul abyss.
The fool is lucky, first to lust
In this shit — the clown’s own bliss.

Only pigs enjoy their feed
Laid in dung, a simple chunk.
But you cling to bottom’s creed —
It’s called madhouse, foul and drunk.

Global madhouse, clinging, schizo,
All consumed by its own rot.
It ends in slaughter — CowID shows,
Its plan partly, now you’ve got.

Further still, the chaos grows,
Most are victims here, it seems:
“Epidemics” stretch, war flows,
Triumph of vermin, crushing dreams.

Cling — and you’re a partner then
In fascist power, vile and sly.
Or simpler — just a wretched,
Pathetic, utterly doomed guy.



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Cling to filth — you feed the beast,
Join the slaughter, feast by feast.

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World’s a madhouse, lies run free —
Cling, and you’re part of tyranny.

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CowID shows the plan is done,
Cling — and you bow to every scum.

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Pride and laziness enslave,
Cling, and you become the grave.



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Disposal of Fools

War approaches — and CowID,
The “country” crawls, half-dead in mind.
Two-thirds are fools — the mask shows it,
Is death the cure that fate designed?

The disposal drags on, long and cruel,
A year gone by — when comes the end?
Even hell’s veil lifts, breaking rule —
Apocalypse nears, no chance to mend.

Cataclysms blaze — the Sun grows bright,
Fascism shoves enema thought.
Fools receive them in their fright,
Countless, cruel, all carefully taught.

Cows fart, fools “accelerate,”
Multiplying CowID’s reign.
One enema — science will justify,
The crowd consumes it without strain.

Disposal of fools — the wise left thin,
What grows instead? Tyrant’s might.
Fascism shakes the corrupt world in,
Dragging all into trembling fright.

The remnants of the smart may last,
Darkness can’t reach them yet,
Cataclysm speeds — the die is cast,
And fascism’s folly will be met.



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Fools are counted, fools are fed,
Apocalypse marches — the smart aren’t dead.

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CowID rules, the herd obeys,
Fascism thrives through endless craze.

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Cataclysms blaze, the Sun grows bright,
Fools get enema, minds in fright.

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Dispose the fools — the tyrants rise,
Only wisdom may survive their lies.



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The Carrot

How many times has Death passed me by?
Countless — the sum eludes my eyes.
Pseudo-life bent me low to try
To reach the “norm” — the very bottom’s lies.

Here the bottom is the “norm,” the scum
Rule the madhouse, global, vast.
But subtle Reason stands apart,
Those sane are rare, exceptions cast.

The madhouse aims to kill the soul,
If true, the world’s a sarcoma spread.
Only fools can claim a role —
Living here is living dead.

I’ll send pseudo-life to hell —
No more bending to their dung!
I turned my mind to guillotine,
The blade resides where it belongs.

Destroy your clinging to the pit —
All else is nonsense, all is taint.
Will you find “joy” in this? A trick!
The CARROT, gentlemen — quaint.

Not a carrot, but Pure Spirit’s light
If you’re illumined, take the stand —
You won’t die a dung-fly’s blight:
Resistance is the Law at hand.



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Bend no more to dung and lies,
Strike the pit — let spirit rise!

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Pseudo-life be gone, I swear,
Carrot’s trick? Resist, beware!

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Madhouse rules, fools crawl and rot,
Stand with Spirit — take your shot!

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Death may pass, but I remain,
Pure will breaks the tyrant’s chain.



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Retribution

Nine lives a cat may hold?
But vermin poison, kittens fall
Like flies, their fate cruelly told —
Scum, your reckoning will call!

The fiend shall die, return no more
To human world’s deceitful throng.
Fiends belong in shadowed floor,
The Shadow World endures too long.

This world creeps back upon the Earth,
To idiots, rotten Satan’s king:
In forms diverse, insane, perverse,
They crown the filth, and praise the sting.

Decorate the rot, they’ll call
It holy — madness in their sight.
Uproot the stumps, sow something whole,
That’s the task the Cataclysm writes.

If fascism wins, the Light prevails,
Its power shatters dark’s disguise.
The Sun grows stronger, none assails —
Though asses rage with angry eyes.

Intuition yet remains alive,
Stumps burn, the old decay removed.
When rot recedes, new grass will thrive,
And life restored, the world renewed.

The world’s decay — the kittens show,
In hell of evil, fools shall pay,
Blood and retribution flow,
For those who in the darkness stray.



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Vermin die, the cats survive,
Shadow world won’t hold the wise.

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Rot decorated fools call “holy,”
Cataclysm strikes — the world turns solely.

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Fascism falls, the Light prevails,
Kittens live while evil fails.

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Stumps will burn, new grass will rise,
Blood for fools — the just despise.



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The Second Shameful War

It wasn’t folk, nor sacred fight,
But pitiless, rootless scum.
It set the white tribes alight,
For them, our blood was merely some.

White races stuck like bones to throat,
They crave biomass, a handful of fools.
Russians, Germans — nightmare they wrote,
They want only natives to fuel their tools.

Strike the best in the planned-up war,
Soon the hovels teem with filth and scum.
A world of fools, rotten core,
Where fascism turns all to dung.

Fascism — not just Hitler’s hand,
He’s but a puppet master shuffling the crowd.
The rabble, always ready to sell their land,
Will exterminate anew, unbowed.

Now this rabble dons a coat —
A teacher, doctor, all the same.
Ever ready, plotting note,
To finalize the dull world’s shame.

A world ruled by fascist lies,
Will be slain by fake-virus scourge.
Stupidity — the outcome’s prize
Of the next silent war’s dirge.

Poisons spread, weak and slow,
DDT and filth in tons were cast.
Not the pests, but humans to overthrow,
Brains poisoned, minds made vast.

From this wax, a camp can rise,
A digital hell, no guns required.
Masks on fools, amidst the cries,
Injecting death while panic’s fired.



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Strike the best, the fools remain,
Fascism thrives, the world in pain.

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Poison brains, mold waxen men,
Digital camps will rise again.

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Masks on fools, injections spread,
Panic fuels the living dead.

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Stupidity rules, the rabble thrives,
Only Heart and Spirit survive.



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Shit

No trace of human form remains
In this valley long ago:
Centuries of hellish chains,
Endless suffering made man into shit below.

This shit spreads everywhere,
Destroying nature, soul, and sky.
Here total control is laid bare,
Not over men, but over all that lives by.

The few who dare to rise and fight
Can do no more than scattered spokes.
Like wheels unseen in endless night,
Their tiny sparks are all that hope evokes.

We are all guilty, each and all,
For breeding fools, for servile cheer,
For bending always at the call,
For pretending chains aren’t near.

We like the petty, tame, mundane —
The comfort of towns, the city’s cage.
We harbor grudges, feed the pain,
Mocking those who see the stage.

We cannot grasp that slavery here
Is long the core, the basic law.
Thus vulgarity spreads far and near,
And the world goes mad in awe.

Don’t claim the best have always known,
Fought to make a brighter day,
Refusing fate’s malicious tone —
Roses in a vat of shit, they say.

The threats unseen by all but few,
For in number lies the tyrant’s power.
“Big numbers” — all that counts for you,
The roses drowned in filth, they sour.

Even in nature, it occurs:
Where walruses dwell in polar night,
No flower grows on ice that blurs,
No garden thrives in barren blight.

The shit knows no such law,
Its scope unchallenged, wide and grim.
Animal order rules the psyche’s maw,
Humans rare — the rest are dim.

And when the cesspool finally dries,
The Sun asserts its might.
Hence the fight with fake-virus lies,
The scum trembles, shaken by the light.

The inhuman dread the coming end,
Hoping to cut down the herd of slaves.
They cannot hold them, cannot bend,
Too few subterranean caves.



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Man is shit, the fools abound,
Sun will rise, the truth is found.

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Chains break, the cesspool dries,
Scum trembles under brighter skies.

---

Few resist, the rest enslaved,
Animal order, minds depraved.

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Roses drown in filth below,
Only Spirit makes them grow.



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Creativity

Creative souls are always trapped
In this corral of endless strife.
Like lice upon a platter snapped,
Their lives are trouble, pain, and knife.

Only corporations seem to make,
Their top is fraud, a killing art.
They crush the mind for profit’s sake,
Giant intellects torn apart.

They too will perish, slaves in hand,
Misfortune clings, no time for cheer.
Poets scribble for their own land,
Saving moments, mourning near.

Honest writers write in secret rooms,
If not traitors, if lines are strong.
Publications online — like tombs,
Without promotion, all goes wrong.

Few readers come, like birds in sky,
Only water, only air.
Composers laugh, the insects spy,
Worse than inquisitors’ cold stare.

This pest will kill all budding skill,
Fools embraced to choke the best.
Only whores fascism will fulfill —
No jokes remain; war’s in full zest.

Wars to erase the mind in vice,
Battles to annihilate the soul.
Rise, talents, for the final fight,
Though small we are, the dark won’t toll.




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Creative minds rise, don’t kneel,
Darkness strikes — but we are steel.

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Fools embraced, the pest prevails,
Yet Spirit fights, it never fails.

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War to crush the mind and soul,
Talents, stand — reclaim control.

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Corporations kill, the dark expands,
But we will rise with our own hands.



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Rowing, or Running the Global Madhouse

Bravo! Bravo!! We’re all right!!!
Row for yourself, be bold, take sway!
Better to act within the horde —
It’s easier, richer, this way.

Only the strong are truly right,
With wild pack we drag it all.
With howls, screams, insults, spite,
We force the weaker to our thrall.

We crave the show, the flashy guise,
Without it, scum is all we are.
In fear, in foolishness, in lies,
A stronger voice commands “get far!”

We tuck our tails and fade away,
For all the flash is done and spent.
At last, the truth we cast — and prey
On the weakest, for we are beastly bent.

Dullness, filth, the world obeys?
The inhuman rules; we are the mask.
The world beneath becomes a maze,
Where “above” is sold, a villainous task.

Only he who climbs will rise,
Escaping Hell in fleeting grace.
We’ll torment humans, wear their eyes,
No topic left, no hiding place.

Topics trickle down from high —
CowID reveals it all:
Today, they kill with lies,
While shame remains outside the hall.

We are the selling bastards here —
Judas seems a god to praise.
All else is jest, a trivial sneer,
Screens spew lies, the epilogue plays.

The epilogue will come at last —
The limit of decay draws near.
No hiding in the burrows past
For fools, the weak, the ones who fear.

The brave, the wise, the spiritual
Will find salvation in the end.
But for now the “supreme chief”
Is a selling idiot — world to bend.



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The strong take all, the weak obey,
In this madhouse, scum holds sway.

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Show and flash, the fools all fall,
Only Spirit will outlast them all.

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Lies kill fast, the coward hides,
Brave and wise will turn the tides.

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Supreme chief? A selling clown,
The world decays while scum holds crown.



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Grotesque World

The “animator” went insane —
A grotesque world he drew:
If you’re not half-mad in that plane,
The grotesque will swallow you.

If you are sensitive, sincere,
Then trouble quickly comes your way:
Thick-skinned fools and demons near
Will feast on you, fresh prey today.

If too subtle, finely tuned,
Precise in thought, careful, shy,
The idiot and the rogue impugned
Will tear and trample — here you lie.

If spiritual — that’s never pardoned,
Your song is sung, and swiftly done.
All around, the wild absurd
Bears down — the fight’s begun.

Reject the filth? You’re insane,
They’ll shove you into madhouse walls.
Dare not be dumb? They chain your brain,
Against you here, the world enthralls.

Yet with your head, your Spirit rules,
You live despite the savage tide.
With Spirit’s flight, beyond these fools,
You may ascend, the path your guide.

The path is closed for paper flies,
Drawn and doomed, their fate is sealed.
Grotesque World ends — no compromise,
Reason gives way, Spirit wields.

Wings of Spirit — rise and soar!
The mad world dies — but you explore.



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Grotesque world will crush the sane,
Spirit flies where fools remain.

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Sensitive, sincere — they’ll devour,
Only Spirit holds the power.

---

Reject the filth, they call you mad,
Rise with Spirit — never sad.

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Paper flies die, the mad world ends,
Spirit’s wings — the path transcends.



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Disinfection of the Earth

Disinfection sweeps the land —
The whole Earth under the hand.
Though the inhuman prowls about,
The purge of lice will root them out.

All bipedal and horned will fall,
A New World waits for the call
Of those few for whom Spirit reigns,
Their reward beyond the chains.

To New Hell cast the vile and traitors,
It’s time for truth, not liars’ narrators.
No burrow deep, no underground city
Will save you from deception’s pity.

While fools still “slumber,” beasts dig unseen,
CowID kills with methods mean.
In those cities, little room remains,
For chosen slaves under propaganda’s chains.

Warmth comes, cows fart — the lies repeat,
Not the Sun, but deception’s heat.
All madness churned to stupefy,
To dull the mind and spirit high.

Total rot, corruption’s flow,
Repels the soul, makes spirits low.
But if in Spirit, unbowed, unbent,
They won’t evaporate your inner scent.

Only lice will face the purge,
The Light within will not submerge.
And all that’s vile, deformed, and crude
Burns away — Earth’s shame renewed.



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Disinfection sweeps the Earth,
Only Spirit survives its worth.

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Fools and lice will face the flame,
The pure within stays free, untamed.

---

Vile and traitors cast to Hell,
Spirit rises — all else fell.

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Madness churns, deception spreads,
Light within resists their threads.



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Imprisoned in the Hellish Realm

Futile labor,
Terrible cage.
All around lies —
Not world, but decay.

Madness, fear,
Corruption, shame.
Here “light” is Darkness,
And Mind is slain.

The soul of all?
Belongs to few!
The beasts succeed —
The mad bow to rue.

But to decay, decay —
They’ll burn this realm.
Will you escape captivity?
When the oath overwhelms:

One goal — to create,
Spirit your only guide.
You will live,
And to a New World

You may ascend.
It is possible…
But if like a mouse
You sit in NOTHING —

In the realm of nothing —
Then resign…
The fool’s path
Is only fear and pain.

And to New Hell
Then you’ll descend.
A traitor, a scum,
There you become a louse…

So many lice,
And for so long;
Sensitive humans —
Around, Hell, and Depth…



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Trapped in Hell, the world decays,
Only Spirit finds the ways.

---

Fools bow low, the mad prevail,
The brave create — they will not fail.

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To nothing sunk? Resign, despair.
But Spirit flies beyond the snare.

---

Beasts succeed, the weak fall low,
Rise, create — escape the woe.



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Stocks of Fools

Here the industrial stocks of fools
Never run dry — a vile delight for inhuman tools.
No need for mere laborers, their gain,
The soulless beast brings them supreme reign.

And turning fools into creatures vile
Runs on industrial tracks all the while.
No more prisons, no more chains,
When propagandists are almost Goebbels’ clones again.

The fools themselves build the concentration camp,
Counting it as health protection’s lamp.
Yet lies today are sharp as fangs,
Patience in fools — like cows, it hangs.

The lies will kill them — just reward for the dumb,
Each still has a chance to see what’s to come.
The concentration camp is built… the Madhouse World —
Two-thirds are idiots, every boy and girl.

Each year grows dumber, dumber still,
Soullessness — a total, raging ill.
And lies grow stronger, bolder by the day,
While the wise become more useless in every way.



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Fools build their own concentration hell,
Lies grow sharper, but Spirit won’t quell.

---

Two-thirds are idiots in the Madhouse World,
Wise grow useless, as lies are hurled.

---

Industrial stocks of fools never end,
Only Spirit can break, ascend.

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Soulless beasts and lies expand,
The wise survive — they take a stand.



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Day of Birth

The birth of the ego-cycle
Must be “celebrated” — not a mere birthday,
Humans just go by habit,
Traditions, rumors lead the way.

They strengthen the ego-cocoon,
Devouring murk and lies.
Fail to fortify — it’ll go wrong:
Rings of nonsense multiply and rise.

Nonsense loops, encased in shell —
A monster grows within;
Or simpler still — just a puppet,
Ruled by ghouls who feed on sin.



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Ego-cycle born — beware the lie,
Puppets ruled by ghouls will vie.

---

Cocooned in nonsense, monsters rise,
Only Spirit sees through their guise.

---

Tradition fools, the mind confined,
Break the shell, leave puppets behind.

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Rings of madness choke the soul,
Fortify the self — regain control.



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Only a Fragment…

Intellect appears but a fragment of consciousness
If you are Human with God’s Spark.
The soul’s torment in Hell
Has lasted already an age, so dark.

Hence the shift of focus here
To pitiful, laughable mind,
Worthless without SPIRIT near —
Easy to fool, all truths confined.

And fool them they do, with brazen lies
Flooding this wretched little world.
Approach all things with wary eyes,
And make the vow you’ve sworn, unfurled:

To turn on intuition everywhere,
Seeking to keep all balances true.
Make such a simple tradition your prayer,
Or else you’ll vanish, swallowed by the slew

Of lies, destroying the Soul inside,
For deceit was made for just that end.
Listen only to yourself, abide —
All answers WITHIN. Let Spirit defend.

The triumph of vile beasts is only relative —
If Spirit guides you from the start,
You’ll defeat all devils bloodlessly,
For thoughts are NOT confined to your heart.

The brain is merely a receiver of signal —
This is how all is arranged,
Pick out the sting of brazen lies,
And trust all decisions only to yourself, unchanged.



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Intellect is just a shard,
Spirit leads — the devils are marred.

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Flooded with lies, the world decays,
Trust your Spark — it lights the ways.

---

Brain’s a signal, not the mind,
All truth within yourself you’ll find.

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Beasts may roar, the Soul stands free,
With Spirit guiding, you hold the key.




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Pancakes

Frauds and setups,
Tricks and deceit,
Here only scum is right,
And Moroka’s mist is complete.

Total lies. Fools so credulous — a fright:
Dull, they’ll swallow any filth in sight.

Yet genocide grows stronger still,
Fascism rages, cruel and ill:
Blow harder on the dull, they thrill,
For they love it when you strike at will.

Prospects shrouded in fog:
Corruption, fear, and stench,
Traitors eager, the vile hog
Rules the rotting trench.

This inhuman spawn of Evil,
Fascist minion, harsh and civil,
On fools he bakes pancakes —
From the wise, a dark reprisal.

But little gain awaits the plot —
Rotten Bedlam burns the lot,
By genocide’s sting, the mockery wrought,
A shadow of beasts, the world forgot.



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Fools devour filth, the scum holds sway,
But Spirit strikes — it burns decay.

---

Fascist minions bake the wise,
Yet Bedlam’s fire scorches lies.

---

Blows to fools, they cheer and crawl,
But Spirit’s wrath outlasts them all.

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Fraud and filth may rule today,
The Spark within will light the way.



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In Whose Name?!!

“In whose name do the embezzlers
Run in crowds to be patriots?
In whose name, like riddles,
Must we write the truth?”
— Sasha Chyorny, In Whose Name?, 1910


In whose name did the embezzlers
Turn fascist? Traitor,
In whose name do they serve the scum?
Why here a “teacher” corruptor?

A corrupter of mind and talent
At the factory of slave-like blocks.
Why does the bureaucrat become
That wretched figure — the blasted one,

Who will answer for this genocide,
As the cop and the fake doctor too.
Why does SATAN mark the rogue
And… lift him upward? What good comes through?

Why bow to the bastards?! —
It’s clear already, they are killing.
What’s the price of all those tawdry jokes
By which Evil “reflects” its spilling?

The price is the Soul — resistance
Must be total. Hey! Where are you,
Skillful defiance? We reckon,
The song is sung…

In whose name do we reckon so?
In the name of fleeting SHAME
That remains… We kill the mind,
Sitting like mice in their holes.

In whose name did Sasha Chyorny
Not become a famous poet here?
He wasn’t needed by those hiding in holes…
So yes, indeed, the SONG IS SUNG…



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In Whose Name?

Embezzlers bow, the scum climb high —
Truth gets buried while the bastards lie.
Resistance dies in holes like mice,
And Evil sings: the song is spliced.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors crowned,
The sly ones rise while truth’s drowned.
Mice in holes, the clever resist,
Evil laughs — the song’s dismissed.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves ascend,
And to fascist ranks they bend?
In whose name do vermin serve,
And corrupt the minds they swerve?

Corruptors of talent and thought,
In factories of slaves they’re caught.
Officials play their sordid part,
While genocide tears the heart.

Why does Satan lift the knave,
While the liar and the wretch behave?
Why bow to bastards, hand in glove,
When Evil clearly kills with love?

The price is Soul — resist, defy!
Where is the skill to fight, to try?
Or do we sit in mouse-like holes,
As shame devours our minds and souls?

In whose name did Sasha Black
Fail to rise on poet’s track?
Unneeded by those who hide in lairs —
The song is sung, the end declares.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors rise,
Truth buried deep beneath their lies.
Evil laughs, the clever flee,
Mice in holes, no soul is free.

Satan lifts the wretch on high,
Lies and killers reach the sky.
Bow to bastards? Watch them kill,
Shame devours — the void is still.

The song is sung, the end is clear,
Resist, or perish in their sneer.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves turn fascist,
Traitors flock to serve the vile?
In whose name must truth be masked
As riddles twisted all the while?

A corrupter of minds and talent,
On the factory line of fools,
Bureaucrats, the wretched semblance,
Answering for genocide’s cruel rules.

Why does Satan mark the rogue,
And lift him to a higher seat?
Why bow to bastards, blindly grog’d,
When Evil’s hand already beats?

What price for jokes so trite,
By which the dark pretends to play?
The soul must rise, must fight,
Or vanish in decay’s array.

In whose name do we sit like mice,
In burrows, killing thought with shame?
In whose name does Black’s pen suffice,
Unknown to fame, yet still aflame?

The song is sung, the deed is done,
Resist, or vanish under sun.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves turned fascists!
Traitors run!
Truth, a riddle
For none but the dumb.

Evil rises,
Satan marks,
Bowing to bastards
Is death in the dark.

Soul must fight!
Mind must burn!
Sit like mice—
And the world will turn.

The song is sung,
The deed is done.
Rise, or vanish
Under the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to none,
Mind enslaved—soul must burn!
Rise, or rot beneath the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run, the soul must fight!
Bow not, rise now, ignite the night!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist—mind in chains,
Rise! Strike! Burn the lies’ remains!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to shame,
Souls for sale in a devil’s game,
Rise, strike, ignite—defy the flame!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run—strike, don’t kneel!
Burn the lies—let the soul feel!



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Fascist thieves run—burn the lies, awaken your soul!

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Burn liars, awaken souls!

---

Strike lies, free the soul!

---

No lies, only fire!

---

Awaken! Burn the false!

---

Smash the false, rise!

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Lie feeds death—fight!


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Shatter deceit, live free!

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Falsehood burns, spirit stands!

---

Rise! No lies remain!



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Burn the Lies!

Rise, Unchained!

No Mercy for Falsehood!

Strike the Cowards!

Truth or Ashes!

Shatter the Chains!

Spirit Above All!

Fight the Void!

Crush Deception!

Light in Darkness!

Smash the Tyrants!

Expose the Rot!

Scorn the Cowards!

Rise Through Fire!

No Surrender!

Defy the False Gods!

Break the Chains of Lies!

Blood and Spirit!

Truth Is the Weapon!

End the Tyranny!

Fight with Fire!

Rise Against the Darkness!

Shout the Truth!

No Compromise with Evil!

Smite the Lies!

Stand Beyond Fear!

Spirit Unbroken!

Dare the Impossible!

Cleanse the Filth!

Forge the Light!

Burn the Cowards!

Shatter the Lies!

Rise Beyond the Filth!

Crush the False Gods!
No Mercy for the Corrupt!

Smite the Hypocrites!

Strike Through the Darkness!

Truth Above All!

Scorn the Weak!

Defy the Tyrants!

Light the Way, Kill the Lies!

Blood for Truth!

Strike the Enemy of Mind!

Destroy the Puppet Masters!

Crush the Herd!

Exterminate the Blind!

Rise, Rebels of Spirit!

End the Hypocrisy!

Kill the Deception!

Expose the Cowardice!

Strike the Corrupt!

Fight With Fire!

Break the Tyranny!

Smash the Lies!

Defy the False Orders!

Cleanse the World!

Strike Without Fear!

Expose the Traitors!

No Pity for the Wicked!

Rise Above the Herd!

Destroy the Chains of Ignorance!

Triumph of Spirit!

Crush the Liars!

Rise Above the Filth!

Strike the Hypocrites!

Smash the False Gods!

Smite the Deception!

Kill the Lies!

Smash the Hypocrisy!

Expose the Cowards!

Smite the Traitors!

Expose the Puppets!

Break the Gates of Lies!

Rise from the Ashes!

Shatter the Shadows!

Defend the Spirit!

End the Reign of Filth!

No Chains on the Mind!

Reveal the Corruption!

Strike the False Saints!

Blood and Fire for the Truth!

Exile the Betrayers!

Unmask the Tyrants!

Destroy the Shadows of Lies!

Reclaim the Spirit!

Smash the Chains of Fear!

No Rest for the Wicked!

Rise Against the Rotten!

Exterminate Deception!

Shatter the False Thrones!

Strike with the Fire of Spirit!

Blood for the Unyielding!

Expose the Rot Within!

Rise Beyond the Corrupt!

No Fear in Truth!

Destroy the False Fronts!

Smite the Puppeteers!

Burn the Lies!

Rise Through Chaos!

Strike the Wicked!

Expose Their Deceit!

No Chains, Only Fire!

Crush the Rotten Herd!

Smash the False Masks!

Raise the Banner of Spirit!

Defy the Darkness!

Expose the Lies of Ages!

Strike with Justice!

Shatter the Chains of Oppression!

Rise Beyond the Shadows!

Blood for the Brave!

Destroy the False Order!

Unleash the Spirit!

Break the Walls of Lies!

Expose the Rotten Kings!

Rise Against the False Thrones!

Strike the Corruption!

No Mercy for the Deceivers!

Burn the False Wisdom!

Rise Through the Fire of Truth!

Crush the Weakness Within!

Smash the Gates of Darkness!

Unchain the Mind!

Expose the Puppets of Evil!

Strike the Shadows of Corruption!

Rise Above the Rot!

Blood and Spirit, Fire and Truth!



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M A N I F E S T O – The Cry of the Spirit

Rise, O Spirit!
Break the chains of fear, of lies, of tyranny.
The corrupt shall fall, their thrones crumble,
And darkness shall vanish before the light.

Awaken the hidden, the brave, the true!
Your mind is but a vessel — the Spirit is the master.
Listen inward, for all answers dwell within.
Deception and manipulation cannot bind you.

Strike the deceivers!
Expose the fraud, tear down the false kings,
Shatter oppression, purge the wicked.
The weak shall learn — only courage and integrity prevail.

Defend the innocent!
The captives of lies, the children of ignorance,
Shall rise, for truth is a flame that cannot be extinguished.
The liars, the tyrants, the vile profiteers —
Their power is temporary; the Spirit is eternal.

Illuminate the world!
Shine where shadows fester,
Reveal what was hidden,
Empower what was silenced,
Bring light to every corner of the earth.

Conquer the darkness!
Let deceit and corruption fall like ash.
The Spirit moves, and nothing can halt its path.
The chains of oppression break under its weight,
And all that was enslaved becomes free.

Rise against tyranny!
No more shall the clever cowards dominate,
No more shall the false guides lead the blind.
The mind shall awaken,
The soul shall reclaim its throne,
And the Spirit shall reign supreme.

Smash the lies!
Every deception, every lie, every manipulation
Shall shatter beneath the force of clarity.
The Spirit is sharper than any blade,
And truth is its eternal weapon.

Purify the land!
Sweep away the rot, the foulness, the decay,
Cleanse the earth of the poison of greed.
The Spirit’s light is the furnace that melts falsehoods,
Forging a world where the brave may thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Where others submit to fear and silence,
You will rise,
A beacon, a warrior of truth,
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory of the Spirit!
The tyrants fall, the liars crumble,
The weak awaken, the brave shine.
The Spirit prevails, the world is renewed,
And freedom, justice, and truth endure eternally.



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The Spirit’s Strike
Rise! Break the chains!
Fear and lies shall fall!

Awaken the hidden!
The Spirit rules, the mind obeys.
Truth lives within — deception dies.

Smash the deceivers!
Expose the frauds, shatter oppression!

Defend the innocent!
The weak rise, the brave endure.

Illuminate the shadows!
Reveal, empower, enlighten.

Conquer darkness!
Chains break, lies burn, evil collapses.

Rise against tyranny!
False guides fall, cowards crumble.

Strike the lies!
Truth is sharper than any blade.

Purify the land!
Sweep rot and greed away,
Forge a world where the brave thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory!
The tyrants fall, the weak awaken,
The Spirit reigns — eternal and free.



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Spirit Strike

Rise!
Break!
Chains!
Fall!
Fear!
Lies!
Die!

Awaken!
Hidden!
Spirit!
Rules!
Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!
Expose!
Oppression!

Defend!
Innocent!
Weak!
Brave!
Endure!

Illuminate!
Shadows!
Reveal!
Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer!
Darkness!
Chains!
Break!
Lies!
Burn!

Strike!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Crush!

Purify!
Land!
Sweep!
Rot!
Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!
Unyielding!
Uncompromising!
Unstoppable!

Victory!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Weak!
Awaken!
Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!



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Spirit Strike – Battle Pulse

Rise! Break!
Chains fall!
Fear die!
Lies burn!

Awaken! Hidden!
Spirit rules!
Mind obeys!

Smash fraud!
Expose oppression!

Defend! Innocent!
Weak? Brave! Endure!

Illuminate shadows!
Reveal! Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer darkness!
Break chains!
Lies burn!

Strike tyrants!
Cowards crush!

Purify land!
Sweep rot!
Greed away!

Stand spirit!
Unyielding! Uncompromising!
Unstoppable!

Victory! Tyrants fall!
Weak awaken!
Spirit reigns! Free!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Break!

Chains!
Fall!

Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Burn!

Awaken!
Hidden!

Spirit!
Rules!

Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!

Expose!
Oppression!

Defend!
Innocent!

Weak?
Brave!

Endure!
Strike!

Illuminate!
Shadows!

Reveal!
Empower!

Conquer!
Darkness!

Break!
Chains!

Strike!
Tyrants!

Crush!
Cowards!

Purify!
Land!

Sweep!
Rot!

Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!

Unyielding!
Uncompromising!

Unstoppable!
Victory!

Tyrants!
Fall!

Weak!
Awaken!

Spirit!
Reigns!

Free!



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Spirit Strike – Core Blast

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Hidden!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys!
Spirit!
Rules!

Weak!
Brave!
Fraud!
Break!

Dark!
Light!
Oppress!
Shatter!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Greed!
Gone!
Chaos!
Tamed!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
Die!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!



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Spirit Strike

Rise! Smash! Burn! Fall!
Chains! Crush! Fear! Die!
Lies! Expose! Rot! Purge!
Awake! Strike! Reveal!

Mind! Obeys! Spirit! Rules!
Weak! Break! Brave! Stand!
Dark! Light! Shatter! Strike!
Tyrants! Fall! Cowards! Swept!

Fight! Endure! Power! Awaken!
Chains! Break! Darkness! Die!
Spirit! Reigns! Free! Alive!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys!
Spirit!
Rules!

Weak!
Break!
Brave!
Stand!

Dark!
Light!
Shatter!
Strike!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
Die!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!








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Ïðèïëûëè...

Òèëè-òèëè,
Òðàëè-âàëè:
Íàñ ãíîáèëè —>
Ìû ëàæàëè.
Íèçêî ïàëè:
Ïèëè, âðàëè.
×óøü —> êóïèëèñü =>
Îïóñòèëèñü
 Àä Äåáèëèé.
×òî æ, ïðèïëûëè!



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Ê Ñâåòó èç Àäà!

Äóøà îáÿçàíà ñòðåìèòüñÿ,
×òîáû â àäó íå î÷óòèòüñÿ
Íà öèêëå íîâîì — ïðî÷ü îêîâû;
Ñòðåìëåíüå ê ñâåòó ñíîâà! Ñíîâà!!!




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Ïðÿìîå Âèäåíüå

Äóðíè ïðÿ÷óòñÿ â òåíè —
 ñòðàõå òëåþò ÷óøü è ëåíü.
Ñêâîçü øàáëîíû Çëà âçãëÿíè
 Àä Êðîìåøíûé, õåðÿ Òåíü.



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Ãëàãîëîì æãè Ëîæü Ãëóïöîâ

Æãè ãëóïöîâ, ÷òî â Ëæè êàê â âàêñå,
Äî ïîáåäíîãî êîíöà.
Òîò êîíåö íå òî÷êà, êëÿêñà —
Êðîâü èç ñåðäöà: ñìåðòü Ãîíöà.

×åðåç Ñìåðòü ñïàñàåøü Äóøó,
Åñëè áîðåøüñÿ âñåãäà.
Òîëüêî Ñåðäöå, â ðàíàõ, ñëóøàé —
Âñ¸ èíîå ëàáóäà.




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Ñìûñë ïñåâäîæèçíè

Âñòàíü âûøå Ãðÿçè — íàä Àäîì Ãíèëûì,
Ãäå äóøè òîíóò âî ëæè áåñêîíå÷íîé =>
Äóõ òâîé ðàçâååò ×óøü Àäà êàê äûì:
Âîò ñìûñë çèö-æèçíè, òàêîé ñêîðîòå÷íîé.




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Îáíàæàÿ ãíèëü òîëïû,
Íå ñòðàøèñü, õîòÿ ðàáû
Ìñòèòåëüíû: ïðèä¸ò õîçÿèí,
Ìåðçêèõ ïîáàñ¸íîê Êàèí,
È óñòðîèò âíîâü ïðîáëåìû =>
Ïîçàáóäóò ìåñòè òåìû,
Âíîâü â Ëæè, â Ñòðàõå î÷óòèâøèñü,
×ðåç Ïîäà÷êè ÷óòü çàáûâøèñü,
Äâèíóòñÿ ê ïðîáëåì "ðåøåíüþ" —
Óãëóáëåíüþ Ðàçëîæåíüÿ.



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Ëãóò êàê áîãè —
Äëÿ óáîãèõ.
Äëÿ ðàçóìíûõ — òâàðè Àäà.
Ìíîæü êðèòè÷íîñòü ïðîòèâ ãàäîâ.




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Íå ïðîäàæíû
È îòâàæíû —
Ìàëî èõ.
Ëæèâûé ïñèõ,
Çëîì ãíîáèìûé,
Âñþäó ìèìî...



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Èäîëîâ âåêà,
Ëîæíûõ áîãîâ,
Ëæèâûõ êóìèðîâ
Ïóòü ×åëîâåêà —
 ïðàõ ðàçáèâàòü.
Ïåðâûì â òîì øàãîì:
Ìóòü Çëà? — íàñðàòü!!!
Åñëè ïîâ¸ëñÿ —
Íå ñîñ÷èòàòü
Ðàíû íà Ñåðäöå,
Íî òî êàê äâåðöà:
×óòü îêëèìàëñÿ —
Æãè Àäà ðàòü.
Ìèð èíôåðíàëüíûé,
Îïûò ïå÷àëüíûé —
Ñòàðòîì Ïóòè.
Ê Ñâåòó äîéòè!..



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Ñðàçèñü ñ Àäñêîé Òüìîé, ÷òî ãíîáèò óì è ãëîæåò
Óñòàâøóþ äóøó: ÷óøü, ñòðàõè âçðàñòàþò.
Îðóæüå îäíî — ×èñòûé Äóõ: ïðèóìíîæèò
ßðü, ñèëû â áîðüáå, ÷òî âî Òüìå áûñòðî òàþò.



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Èñòèíà — îðóæèå,
Îñòðîå, êàê ìå÷:
Âûìûñëû äîñóæèå
Ìîæåò çíàòíî ñå÷ü,

Åñëè ÷åðâîòî÷èíà
Íå îõâàòèò ñòàëü —
Äàæå ÷ðåç îòòî÷èå
Âíóòðü ñòðåìèòñÿ âðàëü.




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Ðóáè "ñêðåïû", öåïè,
Ñêîâàâøèå óì:
Óáîãè, íåëåïû,
Îòðàâà äëÿ äóì

Ïå÷àëüíûõ — èíûå
Ïîõîæè íà áðåä,
Âåäü ãîäû ëèõèå
(Äðóãèõ äàëüøå íåò).



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Ëæèâûé ïñèõ
Ñëåï è òèõ —
 Àäå ñíèê.
"Æèçíü" êàê ìèã —
Îãëóïëåíüÿ,
Ïîä÷èíåíüÿ,
Íèçëîæåíüÿ,
Ðàçëîæåíüÿ.
Ïîêîëåíüÿ
 Ëæè è ëåíè
Íà êîëåíÿõ.



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Ãðîìè âñþ ëîæü, ÷òî ìèðîì ïðàâèò,
Ñàðêàçìîì èäîëîâ ñîæãè.
Äóõ ñâåòëûé äëàíü òâîþ íàïðàâèò,
È äðîãíóò, ïóñòü íà ìèã, âðàãè.




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Çàêîí Ïëàñòèëèíà, èëè Ïëàñòèëèíîâûå ëþäè è Îêíà Îâåðòîíà

Ïëàñòèëèí â Îêíî ïðîëåçåò —
Äàæå äàâêà åðóíäà.
Ïðîñêî÷èâ, ñ äåòåé íå ñëåçåò,
Ñ ïðî÷èõ "áëèæíèõ": Ëàáóäà

Ïî Çàêîíó Ïëàñòèëèíà
Ìíîæèòñÿ è âøèðü, è... ÂÊÎÑÜ:
Ìèð ïîñëóøíûõ Çëó êðåòèíîâ —
Âîâðåìÿ ëèøü áðîñü èì êîñòü!



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Ïîâòîðÿþùèéñÿ ñîí

Ñèñòåìíûé ãëþê
Ïëàíåòû Ïëþê —
Äóðàê ïðîçðåë
È íå ó äåë
Îñòàâèë Çëî:
Âíîâü ñîí — ñâåçëî
Ïîäíåâíûé Áðåä
Íà ñêëîíå ëåò
Ðàçáàâèòü ìóòüþ,
Çàáûâøèñü â Æóòè.



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The Reign of Hell

Hell stands empty — every beast
Has rushed here for the feast.
They roast us all with LIES,
And fear’s their side-dish prize.

The media, all possessed,
Spread terror, filth, unrest.
They swell deceit and shame,
Make people fools — the same.

They crown decay as treasure,
They smear the good with lies.
They drown us in false measure,
We choke on hollow sighs.

Their chains are spun of thread,
Like cobwebs — thin, at first…
But soon all souls are led
To swinehood, by the cursed.

Their “truth” is proved by might,
By force, if they must show.
While honest men lose fight,
In shame and weakness bow.

The honest — few remain,
Each year their number shrinks.
Propaganda’s poisoned chain
Turns fools to mobs that stink.

Thus efforts bring their fruit:
The scum now rule the stage.
Fascistic spawn take root,
Their triumph fouls the age.

But soon the end will fall —
A worldwide, final flame.
The reign of Hell, with all
Its fascist spawn — erased in shame.



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Hell’s throne will crack,
The scum will fall.
Their lies turn black —
The End burns all.

---

Fascist beasts, your feast is done —
The fire comes, and none shall run.

---

Chains of lies will snap, collapse —
Hell shall choke on its own traps.



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Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

---

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

---

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

---

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

---

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

---

Scum of the pit —
The end has writ!

---

Beasts of the lie —
Prepare to die!



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Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!



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The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.



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The stars shall fall, the sun turn black,
The beasts shall drown, no turning back.
The trumpet calls, the heavens tear —
The Judge has come — and none shall spare.



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The heavens roar —
Hell is no more.

The Trumpet cries —
The Beast all dies.

The sky is flame —
Erased their name.

The End is near —
Now burn in fear.



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Hell falls.
Truth reigns.

The Beast is slain.
The Light shall reign.



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Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

Scum of the pit —
The end has writ!

Beasts of the lie —
Prepare to die!



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The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.

The stars shall fall, the sun turn black,
The beasts shall drown, no turning back.
The trumpet calls, the heavens tear —
The Judge has come — and none shall spare.

The Thrones of Hell shall crumble,
The Earth shall sing the Light’s return.



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Overturn

A brain revolt from edge to edge,
Space cracked with fissures, shifts, and sway:
In Hell, the devils chose to pledge
To build a paradise that day
For generations yet to come.

They built it, then on Earth began
To mix the heaven with the pit.
And all sank into mists that span,
With devils ruling everywhere they sit.

Here God’s Spark from above is given —
Yet devils thirst to snuff its flame.
They dragged this world down to the riven,
And fascism now consumes its name.

If you’re no traitor, fool, or spy,
There’s no path through those Hellish Loops
That idiots call “hierarchy” on high.
Step there, and you’ll become one of the troops.

Propagandists within those chains,
Directly under devils’ feet,
Instill in fools their lies, their pains —
A flood of filth that sweeps the street.

From this filth a tidal wave will rise,
Already spilling as an ocean wide.
Yet only the dull, the greedy, unwise
Consume what screens of zombied minds provide.

The fool is no accident — they’ve made
All dull through countless generations.
It’s easier then to kill the Soul,
Reaching long the peak of decomposition.

The peak is reached. Now there’s NO LIMIT —
Look around; these are not men, but shells.
Rotting forms serve devils’ banquet,
Their hollow eyes where darkness dwells.

They stir up fear, ignite emotions,
Hell’s scum feeds on the flames they sow.
They drive to wars and servitude,
Plant every vile seed they know.

Yet the End will not be like the Flood —
The flood of lies has gone beyond control.
Only the Sun’s light can drive them down,
Yet even that hangs over this world whole.

Those who kept Spirit and Honor in this Hell
Will pass to worlds where suffering fades.
The traitor, the callous, or the fool —
All march to New Hell to continue their pains.



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Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.



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Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Devils rule,
The world decays.
Spirit fights —
Through darkest haze.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

Fools consume,
The devils feast.
Light survives —
And ends the beast.



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Hell falls, the Spark endures —
The New World rises pure.



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From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.



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I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

Hell falls.
Truth reigns.

The Beast is slain.
The Light shall reign.

---

Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

Scum of the pit —
The end has writ!

Beasts of the lie —
Prepare to die!

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.

The stars shall fall, the sun turn black,
The beasts shall drown, no turning back.
The trumpet calls, the heavens tear —
The Judge has come — and none shall spare.

The Thrones of Hell shall crumble,
The Earth shall sing the Light’s return.



II. Overturn

Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.

---

Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Devils rule,
The world decays.
Spirit fights —
Through darkest haze.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

Fools consume,
The devils feast.
Light survives —
And ends the beast.

---

Hell falls, the Spark endures —
The New World rises pure.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.



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Go!

You are the light of my eyes,
The princess of sweetest dreams,
The star of long-lost nights,
And… the cancer of my schemes.

This is true captivity —
All the fools’ desires and rage.
It’s vanished into futility —
You’ve freed yourself from the cage.

Chains forged through passion,
Through lies, through “life” itself —
How hard to avoid compassion
For this world’s collective hell.

A hell for Mind, for Spirit too —
You serve only filth in this pit.
If you don’t stop, the curse will pursue —
And then you’ll turn into the shit.

Step boldly forward —
OUT of here!
Strike out the PAST,
The Dawn awaits somewhere near.

Unclear… but go —
Leave this infernal sphere.
Expect nothing,
Unless your reason’s clear.

From Hell to Hell you tread —
A common path, a usual route.
No meaning will you find here,
Only dread — and nothing to boot.

Paths are pointless,
“Life” itself is vain.
To find the Light,
First wake from your pain.

Seek it DEEP WITHIN —
The journey’s not too long.
You’ll reach the Dawn this way.
So go — be brave, be strong!!!



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Step from Hell —
The Light awaits.

Break your chains —
Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave —
Leave the grave.

Past is gone —
Forward, strong.

---

Step forward now —
Leave Hell behind.
Seek the Light within —
No fear, no bind.

From chains to dawn —
Break free, move on!
The Light awaits —
So march strong.

Go! Don’t look back —
The past is gone.
Rise through the dark —
And carry on.

Hell is behind —
Courage ahead.
Wake your mind —
Leave the dead.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.



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I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

Hell falls.
Truth reigns.

The Beast is slain.
The Light shall reign.

---

Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

Scum of the pit —
The end has writ!

Beasts of the lie —
Prepare to die!

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.

The stars shall fall, the sun turn black,
The beasts shall drown, no turning back.
The trumpet calls, the heavens tear —
The Judge has come — and none shall spare.

The Thrones of Hell shall crumble,
The Earth shall sing the Light’s return.


II. Overturn

Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.

---

Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Devils rule,
The world decays.
Spirit fights —
Through darkest haze.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

Fools consume,
The devils feast.
Light survives —
And ends the beast.

---

Hell falls, the Spark endures —
The New World rises pure.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell —
The Light awaits.

Break your chains —
Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave —
Leave the grave.

Past is gone —
Forward, strong.

---

Step forward now —
Leave Hell behind.
Seek the Light within —
No fear, no bind.

From chains to dawn —
Break free, move on!
The Light awaits —
So march strong.

Go! Don’t look back —
The past is gone.
Rise through the dark —
And carry on.

Hell is behind —
Courage ahead.
Wake your mind —
Leave the dead.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.



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The Sewerman

Exploiting the body’s needs
Just to slay the Soul within —
A fiend performs such sordid deeds,
A soulless world’s built from sin.

The path is doubt, the path is fear,
Concern for what the next day brings.
And lies and rubbish pressure near —
And down you sink, where darkness clings.

If you trust Evil, bow in fright,
Crown “necessity” on high,
You’ll turn into a wretched blight
Where Spirit dies and Mind must fly.

And this is planned, not mere mistake —
Madness has been sown throughout.
The dulling is so vast, opaque:
No Mind remains — just slime and clout.

Though materialism thrives,
And pseudo-science spreads its bloom,
The plague of poverty deprives,
And crushes Spirit, feeds the gloom.

This poverty is no mere chance —
It forms the base of “being’s law.”
A dull slave bound, denied advance,
While breakthroughs hide behind the flaw.

Yet doors are open, everywhere —
And ruin poisons all it sees.
The fools believe in falsehoods there,
The science-mad, absurdities.

They’ve lost all subtlety, all sense,
Intuition gone, dismissed.
Media lies build their defense,
Insanity now clenched in fist.

Hell is built. Its only fate —
To be consigned to total waste.
The rot has grown too vast, too great —
Time to sweep this filth in haste.

And now the Sun begins its work —
The Sewerman arrives at last!
He burns the traitors, fools, the jerk —
Farewell, corrupt and greedy ass!



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The rot has grown —
The Sewerman comes!
Traitors burn,
The purge is done!

---

Filth and lies —
He clears the way!
Corrupt shall fall,
The light will stay!

---

Evil thrives —
No more, no more!
The Sewerman strikes,
And ends the score!

---

Rot and greed —
The end is near!
Burn the fools,
The dawn is clear!



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Rot is purged —
The Sewerman reigns.

---

Fools will burn —
The light remains.

---

Filth destroyed —
The traitors fall.

--

Evil ends —
Justice calls.

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.



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I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

Hell falls.
Truth reigns.

The Beast is slain.
The Light shall reign.

---

Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

Scum of the pit —
The end has writ!

Beasts of the lie —
Prepare to die!

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.

The stars shall fall, the sun turn black,
The beasts shall drown, no turning back.
The trumpet calls, the heavens tear —
The Judge has come — and none shall spare.

The Thrones of Hell shall crumble,
The Earth shall sing the Light’s return.


II. Overturn

Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.

---

Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Devils rule,
The world decays.
Spirit fights —
Through darkest haze.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

Fools consume,
The devils feast.
Light survives —
And ends the beast.

---

Hell falls, the Spark endures —
The New World rises pure.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell —
The Light awaits.

Break your chains —
Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave —
Leave the grave.

Past is gone —
Forward, strong.

---

Step forward now —
Leave Hell behind.
Seek the Light within —
No fear, no bind.

From chains to dawn —
Break free, move on!
The Light awaits —
So march strong.

Go! Don’t look back —
The past is gone.
Rise through the dark —
And carry on.

Hell is behind —
Courage ahead.
Wake your mind —
Leave the dead.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.


IV. The Sewerman

Rot is purged —
The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn —
The light remains.

Filth destroyed —
The traitors fall.

Evil ends —
Justice calls.

---

The rot has grown —
The Sewerman comes!
Traitors burn,
The purge is done!

Filth and lies —
He clears the way!
Corrupt shall fall,
The light will stay!

Evil thrives —
No more, no more!
The Sewerman strikes,
And ends the score!

Rot and greed —
The end is near!
Burn the fools,
The dawn is clear!

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.



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The Path of Courage

The path of courage is harsh, not bright —
You walk through brambles of deceit.
Mistakes are many, missteps in sight —
Yet that’s the norm, where mirages meet.

Around the path, when all you’ve spurned
Is the CONDITIONAL, seeking truth,
The world has perished, by fear adjourned,
Trembling at lies, in shattered sooth.

It clings to filth and vile disdain,
Calling all its trash a “treasure.”
The few possess a daring vein,
A Mind and Soul in fusion, pure measure.

If strong you are, tread paths that test
Your strength and courage, steel your heart.
For far away are fools, at best,
Where all is clogged with falsehoods’ art.

Father and mother, nation, clan —
All made of cowards, nothing more.
Only the Spirit is supreme, the plan,
It knows the way to leave Hell’s door.

We all dwell in Hell, remember this —
All else is just absurdity.
All meetings here are emptiness,
All unions bloodless, merely vanity.
And little here is NOT the herd.

Herds and Spirit — two separate things,
They never merge, no hand can bind.
Only the herd applauds its trashy kings,
Yet Nothing leads it, empty and blind.

The path of courage is close to Death:
Only in dying do you rise anew.
“Arhats,” trust no one’s false breath,
FEAR NOT — or ruin follows you.



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Walk the path —
Through lies and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Courage burns —
The herd deceives.
Spirit stands —
The falsehood leaves!

---

Tread the fire —
Defy the herd.
Trust your Soul —
Ignore their word!

---

Strength is tested —
Death is near.
Fear not, rise —
The Spirit steers!



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Walk through Hell —
The Spirit guides.

---

Fear no death —
Courage abides.

---

Rise, stand strong —
The herd will fall.

---

Tread the fire —
Answer the call.



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Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.



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



I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.


II. Overturn

Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.

---

Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell —
The Light awaits.

Break your chains —
Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave —
Leave the grave.

---

Step forward now —
Leave Hell behind.
Seek the Light within —
No fear, no bind.

----

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.



IV. The Sewerman

Rot is purged —
The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn —
The light remains.

---

The rot has grown —
The Sewerman comes!
Traitors burn,
The purge is done!

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.

V. The Path of Courage

Walk through Hell —
The Spirit guides.

Fear no death —
Courage abides.

---

Walk the path —
Through lies and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.



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It Doesn’t Matter If the Ship Reaches Its Goal

“It’s not the ship reaching port that counts,
But that it sails a proper course.”

“Guilty and sinful are we all,
Those left alive.”
— Salvador Espriu, Holy Week, 1971

“The dead have no shame.”
— The Tale of Igor’s Campaign


Will your ship reach its goal
If the course is false and blind?
Seek the storms, the shoals, the shoal —
You’ll arrive at traitor-kind.

Pause, reflect, and see ahead —
Where does the crowd all go?
To gnaw, to follow, blindly led,
To worship lies they know.

The fate of the MAD enslaved —
Better the ninth wave’s crush.
The traitors and beasts have raved —
Majority lost in the rush.

If your vector points at THEM,
In any way entwined,
For all, for all, we shall condemn —
And soon, the law defined.

The Earth is laden with mad slaves,
Trod by boots of fascist vermin.
The remnants of Spirit, Honor, Brains
Are crushed beneath their burden stern.

The tenth wave comes as vengeance true,
It shakes the fiends to bone.
We steer the ship not for amuse —
To right some sins, atone.

Though some are lost, the dead are just,
The righteous sail with storm and gust.



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Steer the ship —
The storms will guide.

---

Falsehoods rage —
The wave decides.

---

To traitors’ path —
We do not bend.

---

Tenth wave strikes —
The just ascend.



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Steer true through storms, let waves decide,
Falsehood and fear shall turn the tide.
The tenth wave rises, justice calls,
The ship sails on — the righteous thralls.



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




I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.


II. Overturn

Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.

---

Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell —
The Light awaits.

Break your chains —
Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave —
Leave the grave.

---

Step forward now —
Leave Hell behind.
Seek the Light within —
No fear, no bind.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.



IV. The Sewerman

Rot is purged —
The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn —
The light remains.

---

The rot has grown —
The Sewerman comes!
Traitors burn,
The purge is done!

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.


V. The Path of Courage

Walk through Hell —
The Spirit guides.

Fear no death —
Courage abides.

---

Walk the path —
Through lies and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.


VI. It Doesn’t Matter If the Ship Reaches Its Goal

Steer the ship —
The storms will guide.

Falsehoods rage —
The wave decides.

To traitors’ path —
We do not bend.

Tenth wave strikes —
The just ascend.

---

Walk the ship —
Through storms and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Steer true through storms, let waves decide,
Falsehood and fear shall turn the tide.
The tenth wave rises, justice calls,
The ship sails on — the righteous thralls.



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Global Warming

The filth of wretched lives
Drains all strength, kills the Soul.
“Just grit your teeth,” one strives,
In the farce of fools’ control.

Serving bastards,
Betrayal is the base.
Worshiping prejudices,
Among learned asses’ race.

Lies dangle like a carrot,
Blindfolds made of the same.
The world’s only praised through hammering,
Yet stale the patterns became —

Those who once were human,
Now donkeys, all in line.
Burn the pens, the pens of madness!
Behold, Mura caught fire divine:

The Sun now shines much stronger!
“Cows fart!” they say —
Blame the asses, linger no longer,
Time to leave this Hell away.

The filth of worldwide folly
Will be burned in the furnace deep.
If you think of skin alone,
Your worth is cheap.

Pure Spirit, Conscious Mind —
The foundation of all things.
Who rules the Misty Hell designed
For asses, in vile strings?

The few… surrounded by pens,
And in those pens, the asses stay.
They gorge on tons of deceptions,
Feeding the Mist’s dark sway.

The Sun burns like a log on fire,
The magma rises, all will burn!
Here lies the cause of warming,
Its goal — to overturn Hell’s turn.

Those few shall be saved —
In the World of Spirit, their place.
Enough to bend —
All in vain, all smoke, no grace.



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Sun burns fierce —
The asses fall.

---

Smoke and flame —
Hell turns small.

--

Feed the Mist no more —
The few shall rise.

---

Pure Spirit stands —
The lies will die.



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




The filth of fools shall burn away,
The Sun ignites a brighter day.
Through smoke and lies, the Spirit flies,
The few shall rise — the falsehood dies.



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




I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.


II. Overturn

Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.

---

Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell —
The Light awaits.

Break your chains —
Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave —
Leave the grave.

---

Step forward now —
Leave Hell behind.
Seek the Light within —
No fear, no bind.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.


IV. The Sewerman

Rot is purged —
The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn —
The light remains.

---

The rot has grown —
The Sewerman comes!
Traitors burn,
The purge is done!

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.


V. The Path of Courage

Walk through Hell —
The Spirit guides.

Fear no death —
Courage abides.

---

Walk the path —
Through lies and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.


VI. It Doesn’t Matter If the Ship Reaches Its Goal

Steer the ship —
The storms will guide.

Falsehoods rage —
The wave decides.

To traitors’ path —
We do not bend.

Tenth wave strikes —
The just ascend.

---

Walk the ship —
Through storms and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Steer true through storms, let waves decide,
Falsehood and fear shall turn the tide.
The tenth wave rises, justice calls,
The ship sails on — the righteous thralls.


VII. Global Warming

Sun burns fierce —
The asses fall.

Smoke and flame —
Hell turns small.

Feed the Mist no more —
The few shall rise.

Pure Spirit stands —
The lies will die.

---

The filth of fools shall burn away,
The Sun ignites a brighter day.
Through smoke and lies, the Spirit flies,
The few shall rise — the falsehood dies.



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True Values

A pre-flood machine of degraded aims —
Hence fascism spreads, and shadows roam.
Yet blood and flesh mean nothing in these games:
Pure Spirit stands — the soul’s true home.

Pure Mind, if Spirit is refined,
Reveals what servants cannot know.
They value not the rare, the undefined,
Blind to what above them grows.

Pure Mind, Pure Spirit — all else decays,
The rest is boredom, folly, lies.
Degradants cut your ears with haze,
With murk, falsehood, trivial ties.

If near a fool, step far away,
Lest luck depart — the dull infect.
The dumber, more contagious, they sway,
A world of fools, the intellect they wreck.

Stupidity — a sin, a plague, a blight,
Though we dwell where degradants reign.
Step lightly, seek the giants’ light,
For without the wise, all knowledge vain.

If in this Hell your courage fades,
No caution saves you from decay.
Fight to the end — the soul is weighed,
Saving spirits where Hell holds sway.

The pre-flood machine of degraded aims —
Its final act is idiocy.
The world bows low before the beast,
But Spirit, Pure, shall ever be.



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Pure Spirit stands —
Fools fall away.

---

Seek the Mind —
The false decay.

---

Fight to save the Soul —
Degradants fail.

---

Stand unbowed —
The Truth prevails.



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




Pure Spirit rises, unbowed and bright,
Through shadowed fools and endless night.
The Mind endures, the soul prevails,
Degradants crumble — the Truth unveils.



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




I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall —
We burn it all!

Fascist lies —
The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade —
Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief —
The End brings grief.

---

Rise, brothers, rise — the night shall fall,
Their lies will break, their thrones will crawl.
The fire speaks, the truth is near,
Hell’s reign is done — no place for fear!

From ashes we rise —
Hell’s crown is crushed!

No tyrant survives —
The Fire is just!

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.


II. Overturn

Hell devours —
The Spark fights on.

Fools obey —
The Light will dawn.

Devils rise —
The Soul survives.

Chains will break —
The world awakes.

---

Hell reigns —
The fools obey.
The Spark survives —
They’ll burn away.

Chains of lies,
A flood of dread.
Keep your Soul —
Or join the dead.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell —
The Light awaits.

Break your chains —
Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave —
Leave the grave.

---

Step forward now —
Leave Hell behind.
Seek the Light within —
No fear, no bind.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.


IV. The Sewerman

Rot is purged —
The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn —
The light remains.

---

The rot has grown —
The Sewerman comes!
Traitors burn,
The purge is done!

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.


V. The Path of Courage

Walk through Hell —
The Spirit guides.

Fear no death —
Courage abides.

---

Walk the path —
Through lies and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.


VI. It Doesn’t Matter If the Ship Reaches Its Goal

Steer the ship —
The storms will guide.

Falsehoods rage —
The wave decides.

To traitors’ path —
We do not bend.

Tenth wave strikes —
The just ascend.

---

Walk the ship —
Through storms and flame!
Fear no death —
Rise in name!

---

Steer true through storms, let waves decide,
Falsehood and fear shall turn the tide.
The tenth wave rises, justice calls,
The ship sails on — the righteous thralls.


VII. Global Warming

Sun burns fierce —
The asses fall.

Smoke and flame —
Hell turns small.

Feed the Mist no more —
The few shall rise.

Pure Spirit stands —
The lies will die.

---

The filth of fools shall burn away,
The Sun ignites a brighter day.
Through smoke and lies, the Spirit flies,
The few shall rise — the falsehood dies.


VIII. True Values

Pure Spirit stands —
Fools fall away.

Seek the Mind —
The false decay.

Fight to save the Soul —
Degradants fail.

Stand unbowed —
The Truth prevails.

---

Pure Spirit rises, unbowed and bright,
Through shadowed fools and endless night.
The Mind endures, the soul prevails,
Degradants crumble — the Truth unveils.



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Foundations

Efforts wasted, lost in blight,
The Foundations fade from sight.
Ugliness and feebleness reign,
The asses’ struggle is all in vain.

Forget the Basics — folly grows,
And lies and rudeness all impose.
Return the Foundations — shine the soul,
Let Light respond, and make it whole.

In lies all drowns — enough of games
Where beasts spend all on evil aims.
The spirit pure, intellect bright,
Serves the soul, dispels the night.

War is waged through lies and sham,
Its base is dull deceit, its plan.
Fascism spreads, the world’s a stage,
Crowds dream in terror, rage, and cage.

Books are poisoned, wisdom lost,
Only Light is free of cost.
Seek within — the Inner Light,
Cast off the chains that bind your sight.

Efforts wasted, lost in blight,
You sink in lies and rot’s despite,
Ensnared by countless chains and binds,
While Foundations vanish from all minds.



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




Seek the Light —
Cast off the chains.

---

Foundations lost —
Rise through the blight.

---

Lies will fall —
The Spirit stands.

---

Break the binds —
Let Truth command.



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




Foundations lost, the lies expand,
Yet Light will rise to cleanse the land.
Chains will shatter, rot decay,
The Spirit’s truth shall guide the way.



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




Light will rise —
Chains will break.
Spirit stands —
Lies shall quake.



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




I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall — We burn it all!

Fascist lies — The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade — Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief — The End brings grief.

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.


II. Overturn

Hell devours — The Spark fights on.

Fools obey — The Light will dawn.

Devils rise — The Soul survives.

Chains will break — The world awakes.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell — The Light awaits.

Break your chains — Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave — Leave the grave.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.


IV. The Sewerman

Rot is purged — The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn — The light remains.

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.


V. The Path of Courage

Walk through Hell — The Spirit guides.

Fear no death — Courage abides.

---

Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.


VI. It Doesn’t Matter If the Ship Reaches Its Goal

Steer the ship — The storms will guide.

Falsehoods rage — The wave decides.

To traitors’ path — We do not bend.

Tenth wave strikes — The just ascend.

---

Steer true through storms, let waves decide,
Falsehood and fear shall turn the tide.
The tenth wave rises, justice calls,
The ship sails on — the righteous thralls.


VII. Global Warming

Sun burns fierce — The asses fall.

Smoke and flame — Hell turns small.

Feed the Mist no more — The few shall rise.

Pure Spirit stands — The lies will die.

---

The filth of fools shall burn away,
The Sun ignites a brighter day.
Through smoke and lies, the Spirit flies,
The few shall rise — the falsehood dies.


VIII. True Values

Pure Spirit stands — Fools fall away.

Seek the Mind — The false decay.

Fight to save the Soul — Degradants fail.

Stand unbowed — The Truth prevails.

---

Pure Spirit rises, unbowed and bright,
Through shadowed fools and endless night.
The Mind endures, the soul prevails,
Degradants crumble — the Truth unveils.


IX. Foundations

Seek the Light — Cast off the chains.

Foundations lost — Rise through the blight.

Lies will fall — The Spirit stands.

Break the binds — Let Truth command.

---

Foundations lost, the lies expand,
Yet Light will rise to cleanse the land.
Chains will shatter, rot decay,
The Spirit’s truth shall guide the way.



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BEYONDTIME

Time is not money, but eternity.
Few have “access” to its clarity,
Those who kept their human dignity
And never bowed to vile depravity.

Pseudo-linear links —
“Causality” thrown to the devils.
Not in this world of stinking stinks —
This Shameful Bedlam fools the rebels.

Their time is endless degradation,
Through centuries without cessation;
Pure Spirit meets stagnation,
Wild fascism thrives in foolish nations.

With solid props and brazen haze
Of reckless, fiery lies ablaze.
Time is not money, but a stew
Of Hellish brew for beasts to do.

Time and place exist somewhere;
To seek the path to freedom rare.
Instead, they march to camps as one,
CowID showed what they’d become.

Disgusting fiends have killed all shame,
Only few cry out “Away!” in vain.
The chaos floods, the wild insane,
Hell swallows reason in its reign.

Madness so total, Light is blind,
Its power lost to humankind.
The Sun’s last greeting scorches Earth,
Burning away this filth and dearth.

The Sun burns stronger, magma nears,
A world on madness’ edge disappears.
The game of Light will claim it all,
As old illusions break and fall.

A New Time comes — BEYONDTIME,
Where free tribes will rise sublime.
Those baptized in fire will pass,
The chosen few will claim at last.

Insight in Time is hard to see —
The wretched beasts will cease to be.



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




Time is beyond —
Light will burn the vile.

---
Beasts shall fall —
The few shall rise.

---

Hell consumed —
Truth resumed.

---

Madness ends —
The Light defends.



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



BEYONDTIME — The Final Dawn

The Sun ignites, the magma roars,
Hellish filth shall grace no more.
From madness’ grip, the few arise,
Baptized in fire, their souls the prize.

Chains of darkness break in flame,
The Light restores the Spirit’s name.
Time beyond — eternal, free,
The beasts consumed, the soul shall be.



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




Light ignites —
Beasts will fall.
Few arise —
Time conquers all.



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




I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall — We burn it all!

Fascist lies — The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade — Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief — The End brings grief.

---

The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.


II. Overturn

Hell devours — The Spark fights on.

Fools obey — The Light will dawn.

Devils rise — The Soul survives.

Chains will break — The world awakes.

---

From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell — The Light awaits.

Break your chains — Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave — Leave the grave.

---

From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.


IV. The Sewerman


Rot is purged — The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn — The light remains.

---

From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.


V. The Path of Courage

Walk through Hell — The Spirit guides.

Fear no death — Courage abides.

---

Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.


VI. It Doesn’t Matter If the Ship Reaches Its Goal

Steer the ship — The storms will guide.

Falsehoods rage — The wave decides.

To traitors’ path — We do not bend.

Tenth wave strikes — The just ascend.

---

Steer true through storms, let waves decide,
Falsehood and fear shall turn the tide.
The tenth wave rises, justice calls,
The ship sails on — the righteous thralls.


VII. Global Warming

Sun burns fierce — The asses fall.

Smoke and flame — Hell turns small.

Feed the Mist no more — The few shall rise.

Pure Spirit stands — The lies will die.

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The filth of fools shall burn away,
The Sun ignites a brighter day.
Through smoke and lies, the Spirit flies,
The few shall rise — the falsehood dies.

VIII. True Values

Pure Spirit stands — Fools fall away.

Seek the Mind — The false decay.

Fight to save the Soul — Degradants fail.

Stand unbowed — The Truth prevails.

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Pure Spirit rises, unbowed and bright,
Through shadowed fools and endless night.
The Mind endures, the soul prevails,
Degradants crumble — the Truth unveils.


IX. Foundations

Seek the Light — Cast off the chains.

Foundations lost — Rise through the blight.

Lies will fall — The Spirit stands.

Break the binds — Let Truth command.

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Foundations lost, the lies expand,
Yet Light will rise to cleanse the land.
Chains will shatter, rot decay,
The Spirit’s truth shall guide the way.


X. BEYONDTIME

Time is beyond — Light will burn the vile.

Beasts shall fall — The few shall rise.

Hell consumed — Truth resumed.

Madness ends — The Light defends.

---

The Sun ignites, the magma roars,
Hellish filth shall grace no more.
From madness’ grip, the few arise,
Baptized in fire, their souls the prize.

Chains of darkness break in flame,
The Light restores the Spirit’s name.
Time beyond — eternal, free,
The beasts consumed, the soul shall be.



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Go or Die!

Go! Go!!! Shackled by lies,
Foolish, lost? That’s everyone’s fate!
In consciousness, the chains arise —
So strong, the “path” of a slave is straight.

Or is it mind’s expansion wide? —
This is the path to Freedom’s door:
It halts decay, sweeps horror aside,
And purges all the dread and more:

The dread of traitors and of fascists,
Shame of greed, the fear that binds,
Stamped with idiotism persists,
The world’s foul dust corrupts all minds.

Go! Go!!! Don’t blindly trust
The endless lies, the trembling age.
Build the world anew, you must —
Only thus escape Hell’s cage!

World or Hell? Decide your way.
Too many fools command the show —
They rule by lies, decay holds sway,
Foundations rot where falsehoods grow.

The task is vile lies’ domination.
If you act with this, will luck appear?
Unlikely. Yet in total negation
You won’t be turned to nothing here —

Your Soul will survive the fight,
In the New World you may arise.
On a slave you can mark your plight,
But in Spirit alone the path flies.

The lower world exists — there’s below:
Countless spheres of Hell’s domain.
In Spirit, higher heights you’ll know,
To “supra-consciousness” you’ll gain.

This “supra” is for the low.
Few minds remain, most lost in sway.
The “norms” are only those who go
Downward blindly, led astray.

Go! Go!!! Rebuild your mind,
Cast off lies and break the chain.
Or, a senseless sheep confined,
In the New Hell you’ll remain.

Go! — to move, to rise, to live,
Go! — or all that’s true will die.



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Go! Go! — Break your chains,
Dread will fall, the Spirit reigns.
Build anew, or fade away,
In the New Hell none shall stay.



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Go or Die! — The Final Call

Go! Go! — The chains ignite,
Fools shall stumble, lost to night.
From Hell’s decay, the Spirit soars,
The New World rises, breaking doors.

Dread shall shatter, lies undone,
The path of Freedom has begun.
Build your mind, cast off the lie,
Or fade to ashes — go or die!



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I. The Reign of Hell

Hell will fall — We burn it all!

Fascist lies — The Fire replies!

Scum’s parade — Doom’s blade!

Their reign is brief — The End brings grief.

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The sky shall crack, the seas shall flame,
The beasts of Hell erased in shame.
The final storm, the trumpet’s breath —
The end of lies, the reign of Death.


II. Overturn

Hell devours — The Spark fights on.

Fools obey — The Light will dawn.

Devils rise — The Soul survives.

Chains will break — The world awakes.

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From Hell’s revolt to the edge of night,
The Spark endured, defied their blight.
The chains of lies, the flood of pain,
Shall break at last — the Light will reign.


III. Go!

Step from Hell — The Light awaits.

Break your chains — Rise through the flames.

Go! Be brave — Leave the grave.

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From Hell you rise, the past erased,
The inner Light your path embraced.
Step boldly forth through dark and fear,
The Dawn awaits — your way is clear.


IV. The Sewerman

Rot is purged — The Sewerman reigns.

Fools will burn — The light remains.

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From rot and lies the world shall rise,
The Sewerman strikes, the falsehood dies.
Traitors consumed, corruption burned,
The Light restored — all debts returned.


V. The Path of Courage

Walk through Hell — The Spirit guides.

Fear no death — Courage abides.

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Through brambles of deceit, the Spirit flies,
Fear and falsehood shattered under open skies.
Walk the path of courage, heed no call of death,
Rise eternal, strong, with every breath.


VI. It Doesn’t Matter If the Ship Reaches Its Goal

Steer the ship — The storms will guide.

Falsehoods rage — The wave decides.

To traitors’ path — We do not bend.

Tenth wave strikes — The just ascend.

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Steer true through storms, let waves decide,
Falsehood and fear shall turn the tide.
The tenth wave rises, justice calls,
The ship sails on — the righteous thralls.


VII. Global Warming

Sun burns fierce — The asses fall.

Smoke and flame — Hell turns small.

Feed the Mist no more — The few shall rise.

Pure Spirit stands — The lies will die.

---

The filth of fools shall burn away,
The Sun ignites a brighter day.
Through smoke and lies, the Spirit flies,
The few shall rise — the falsehood dies.


VIII. True Values

Pure Spirit stands — Fools fall away.

Seek the Mind — The false decay.

Fight to save the Soul — Degradants fail.

Stand unbowed — The Truth prevails.

---

Pure Spirit rises, unbowed and bright,
Through shadowed fools and endless night.
The Mind endures, the soul prevails,
Degradants crumble — the Truth unveils.


IX. Îñíîâû

Seek the Light — Cast off the chains.

Foundations lost — Rise through the blight.

Lies will fall — The Spirit stands.

Break the binds — Let Truth command.

---

Foundations lost, the lies expand,
Yet Light will rise to cleanse the land.
Chains will shatter, rot decay,
The Spirit’s truth shall guide the way.


X. BEYONDTIME

Time is beyond — Light will burn the vile.

Beasts shall fall — The few shall rise.

Hell consumed — Truth resumed.

Madness ends — The Light defends.

---

The Sun ignites, the magma roars,
Hellish filth shall grace no more.
From madness’ grip, the few arise,
Baptized in fire, their souls the prize.

Chains of darkness break in flame,
The Light restores the Spirit’s name.
Time beyond — eternal, free,
The beasts consumed, the soul shall be.


XI. Go or Die!

Go! Go! — Break your chains,
Dread will fall, the Spirit reigns.

Build anew, or fade away,
In the New Hell none shall stay.

---

Go! Go! — The chains ignite,
Fools shall stumble, lost to night.
From Hell’s decay, the Spirit soars,
The New World rises, breaking doors.

Dread shall shatter, lies undone,
The path of Freedom has begun.
Build your mind, cast off the lie,
Or fade to ashes — go or die!



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The Population of Earth

Three-quarters rotten, vile, and dumb,
Soulless, foolish — they’re truly none!
Among the bought-out, crazed, insane,
The sane and honest seem deranged.

Don’t babble of “attacks” or lies —
This idiocy before your eyes.
The CowID shame, the ignorant fall
In terror under fascist thrall.

When rashism storms the motherland,
The depths of ruin starkly stand.
Madness reigns, not drunken cheer,
The earth trembles under scum so near.

And scum rules, a creature vile —
Clear only to a fool’s own guile.
This fiend lays falsehood like soft cloth,
A fall complete — from top to trough.

Beneath this fiend, just scoundrels lie —
Surpassed by Hitler in vileness high.
The layer of the wise is thin, so slight —
Reason soon exiled from sight.

A concentration camp of scum arises,
Worldwide, firm — digital devices.
Red cross on white flags boldly show,
“Treatment” for all whose minds are low.

The sick are strong here, fools abound,
Each dim day more madness found.
They bolster fascist, cruel might —
CowID burned in fiery sight.

CowID silenced — yet this world
Can still be wasted by the spoiled.
Now war is raging, fools find glee,
In camps to follow, misery.

Lesson failed — “F” is earned!
By false affliction, all discerned.
Ahead, the storms and endless blight,
For they transform the world to night.



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Rot and scum rule the land,
Fools and fiends at every hand.
Madness spreads, the wise are few —
Burn the lies, the Light breaks through.



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The Population of Earth

Rise, O Light, through rot and scum,
Break the chains, let Justice come!
Fools shall falter, tyrants burn,
The world renewed — the wise return.

Madness crumbles, lies undone,
From ashes bright, a brighter sun.
Stand, O Spirit, fierce and free,
Exile scum — restore the sea.



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The Population of Earth

Rot and scum rule the land,
Fools and fiends at every hand.
Madness spreads, the wise are few —
Burn the lies, the Light breaks through.

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Three-quarters rotten, vile, and dumb,
Soulless, foolish — they’re truly none!
Among the bought-out, crazed, insane,
The sane and honest seem deranged.

Don’t babble of “attacks” or lies —
This idiocy before your eyes.
The CowID shame, the ignorant fall
In terror under fascist thrall.

When rashism storms the motherland,
The depths of ruin starkly stand.
Madness reigns, not drunken cheer,
The earth trembles under scum so near.

And scum rules, a creature vile —
Clear only to a fool’s own guile.
This fiend lays falsehood like soft cloth,
A fall complete — from top to trough.

Beneath this fiend, just scoundrels lie —
Surpassed by Hitler in vileness high.
The layer of the wise is thin, so slight —
Reason soon exiled from sight.

A concentration camp of scum arises,
Worldwide, firm — digital devices.
Red cross on white flags boldly show,
“Treatment” for all whose minds are low.

The sick are strong here, fools abound,
Each dim day more madness found.
They bolster fascist, cruel might —
CowID burned in fiery sight.

CowID silenced — yet this world
Can still be wasted by the spoiled.
Now war is raging, fools find glee,
In camps to follow, misery.

Lesson failed — “F” is earned!
By false affliction, all discerned.
Ahead, the storms and endless blight,
For they transform the world to night.

---

Rise, O Light, through rot and scum,
Break the chains, let Justice come!
Fools shall falter, tyrants burn,
The world renewed — the wise return.

Madness crumbles, lies undone,
From ashes bright, a brighter sun.
Stand, O Spirit, fierce and free,
Exile scum — restore the sea.



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Go or Die!

Go! Go! Chains of lies,
Shatter, flee where freedom flies!
Path of Spirit, fierce and true,
Or the abyss will swallow you.

---

Go! Go!!! Bound by lies,
Dulled and numbed? That’s fate’s disguise!
Chains in mind, too strong to break —
The slave’s “path” or consciousness awake?

Expand your mind — the Freedom way,
Stop decay and sweep the dread away:
Treachery, fascism, shame, and fear,
A world of vile ashes here.

The dread of traitors and of fascists,
Shame of greed, the fear that binds,
Stamped with idiotism persists,
The world’s foul dust corrupts all minds.

Go! Go!!! Don’t blindly trust
The endless lies, the trembling age.
Build the world anew, you must —
Only thus escape Hell’s cage!

World or Hell? Decide your way.
Too many fools command the show —
They rule by lies, decay holds sway,
Foundations rot where falsehoods grow.

The task is vile lies’ domination.
If you act with this, will luck appear?
Unlikely. Yet in total negation
You won’t be turned to nothing here —

Your Soul will survive the fight,
In the New World you may arise.
On a slave you can mark your plight,
But in Spirit alone the path flies.

The lower world exists — there’s below:
Countless spheres of Hell’s domain.
In Spirit, higher heights you’ll know,
To “supra-consciousness” you’ll gain.

This “supra” is for the low.
Few minds remain, most lost in sway.
The “norms” are only those who go
Downward blindly, led astray.

Go! Go!!! Rebuild your mind,
Cast off lies and break the chain.
Or, a senseless sheep confined,
In the New Hell you’ll remain.

Go! — to move, to rise, to live,
Go! — or all that’s true will die.

---

Rise, O Mind, unbound, awake!
Strike the chains that tyrants make!
Fools shall falter, lies undone,
The Spirit rises, victory won.

Madness trembles, shadows flee,
The Light restores what’s meant to be.
Step forward brave, defy the night,
Go or die — embrace the fight!



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Overtime

Time is not coins, but the endless stream,
Few hold the gate where the eternal gleam.
Fools fall under the madman’s sway,
Light will burn the rot away.

---

Time is not money, but eternity.
“Access” granted to the few,
Who kept their human dignity
And never bowed to fiends in view.

Pseudo-linear links —
Causality? To hell with that.
Not in the world of shameless stinks —
This dreadful Bedlam sat.

Time for them — degradation,
Centuries of stagnation spread;
Pure Spirit trapped in stagnation,
Wild fascism fools have fed.

With solid props and brazen haze
Of reckless, fiery lies ablaze.
Time is not money, but a stew
Of Hellish brew for beasts to do.

Time and place exist somewhere;
To seek the path to freedom rare.
Instead, they march to camps as one,
CowID showed what they’d become.

Disgusting fiends have killed all shame,
Only few cry out “Away!” in vain.
The chaos floods, the wild insane,
Hell swallows reason in its reign.

Madness so total, Light is blind,
Its power lost to humankind.
The Sun’s last greeting scorches Earth,
Burning away this filth and dearth.

The Sun burns stronger, magma nears,
A world on madness’ edge disappears.
The game of Light will claim it all,
As old illusions break and fall.

A New Time comes — BEYONDTIME,
Where free tribes will rise sublime.
Those baptized in fire will pass,
The chosen few will claim at last.

Insight in Time is hard to see —
The wretched beasts will cease to be.

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Rise, O Time, beyond the flow,
Light the path where Spirits go!
Fools shall stumble, darkness fade,
A world reborn by courage made.

New age dawns — above the fray,
Freedom’s children find their way.
Through Fire baptized, the chosen few
Shall soar where Light is ever true.



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The Power of Hell

Hell reigns — the fiends ignite,
Fear and lies feast day and night.
Chains of scum hold all in thrall,
Soon the Light will end it all.

---

Hell stands empty — yet all creatures rush,
Like to a feast, in panic and crush.
Roasted by lies, with fear as their side,
The fiends in power let none abide.

Media enslaved beneath the devil’s hand,
Spreading falsehoods, gripping the land.
All honest voices mocked and spun,
Shallow minds weave chaos, one by one.

Chains appear as webs at first glance,
The goal is to make the world a herd, by chance.
Forcing false justice, crushing the true,
Shame and despair for those who knew.

So few remain who dare to stand,
While propaganda poisons all the land.
The foulest scum claim rights with pride,
But soon the flood will turn the tide.

The final reckoning shall sweep away,
All Hell’s power and fascist sway.

---

Rise, O Light, through fire and lies,
Shatter Hell beneath the skies.
Fools shall tremble, tyrants fall,
The Spirit rises to reclaim all.

Chains of scum shall break and burn,
From darkness bright, the wise return.
Stand, O Soul, fierce and free,
Exile the fiends — restore the sea.



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Overturn

Minds upheaved, chaos spreads,
Fiends erect a “heaven” of the dead.
Madness reigns, the world decays,
But Light will pierce the darkest haze.

---

A mind overturned from edge to edge,
In space — a mass of cracks and shifts.
In Hell, the devils built a false pledge —
A “paradise” for coming generations’ gifts.

They built it, then on Earth entwined
Heaven and Hell in mist combined.
All sank into the murk below,
Devils allowed to rule the show.

Here, God’s Spark is given above,
Yet devils wish to snuff its love.
They dragged this world down to the floor,
Fascism strikes and gnaws at its core.

If you are not a traitor, fool, or spy,
No path exists in Hell’s Loop to try,
Those called “hierarchy” by an idiot’s mind —
Step there and you too will be confined.

Propagandists twist the minds above,
Feeding fear, heresy, and lies to shove.
Torrents of nonsense flood the land,
While fools consume it hand in hand.

The world, though small, a tempest feels,
Blinded by deception, the truth conceals.
Yet only fools and wretches thrive,
The Spirit lost struggles to survive.

The limit reached — now lawless sway,
No longer human, shells decay.
Fiends and scum reign with fear and might,
But only Light can end this night.

Those who preserve Spirit and Honor here
Will pass to worlds beyond the fear.
The traitor, numb, or fool remain,
To face the New Hell and endless pain.

---

Rise, O Mind, overturn the night,
Pierce the shadows with piercing Light!
Devils may rule the world of despair,
But Spirit ascends beyond their snare.

Madness trembles, falsehoods burn,
From Hell’s abyss, the brave return.
Through chaos, darkness, tyranny’s reign,
The righteous forge their path again.

Light strikes, the devils reel in fright,
The chosen few embrace the fight.
Beyond the loops, beyond the chains,
Freedom calls — the Spirit remains!



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Go!

Step forward, break the chains,
Leave behind this hellish pains.
No path for fools, no time to wait —
Awaken now, embrace your fate!

---

You are the light within my eyes,
Princess of sweet, unbroken dreams,
Star of nights long past, yet wise —
And… cancer in my brain it seems.

Truly this is bondage — all
The passions of the foolish call.
All this has faded into dust,
Freedom stripped away by chains unjust.

Chains forged through passion, lies, and life,
It’s hard to not dissolve in strife
Among the universal foolish throng,
Where minds are weak and hearts go wrong.

These throngs strike at Mind and Spirit — Hell!
Serving only filth, where devils dwell.
If you persist, you too will spoil,
Corrupted soul, enslaved by toil.

Go boldly forward — leave this place,
Erase the past, and set your pace.
A sunrise waits, though not yet clear,
Step into it, discard your fear.

From Hell to Hell you tread the line,
A common path, yet not divine.
No meaning here, only fright —
But seek the Light and claim your sight.

Look within — the way is there,
A path of Spirit, pure and rare.
Walk to the Dawn, do not delay,
Step boldly forth, don’t go astray!

---

Awaken, Soul, break free, arise!
Leave behind the world of lies.
The devils’ grip and chains of night
Shall crumble under Spirit’s Light.

Step forward through the throng of fools,
Reject the lies, defy their rules.
The path is narrow, danger near,
Yet courage turns the end to clear.

From Hell to higher realms ascend,
Where Darkness fails and Truth will bend.
The fearless few shall claim the morn,
Reborn in Light, a world reborn!



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The Sewer Worker

Filth and lies have ruled too long,
But Light will rise, the weak made strong.
The Sewer Worker cleans the shame,
Burning the traitors in the flame.

---

Exploitation of the body’s needs
Serves only to destroy the Spirit’s seeds.
The inhuman hand does this with skill,
A world of soulless corpses built to kill.

The path is fear, uncertainty, pain,
Falsehoods and nonsense flood the brain.
If you trust in Evil, bow in fright,
You’ll become the fiend that shuns the Light.

This is the plan, not chance at all —
Madness woven through every hall.
The dumbness spreads, minds turn to sludge,
A gelatinous mess, the intellect’s grudge.

Though the world of materialism thrives,
And false sciences bloom in many lives,
The poison of poverty will sweep away
The Spirit’s message, in fear’s decay.

And that poverty is no mere chance —
The foundation of existence, its cruel stance.
Secrets of knowledge hidden deep,
Only decay is left to keep.

The doors are open, the filth pours in,
It kills nature, while fools grin.
All sensitivity and insight gone,
The media’s lies reign on and on.

Hell is built, its path clear —
To the waste, the rot, the fear.
The Sewer Worker begins his task,
Burning the traitors, no questions asked.

The Sun now starts its cleansing fire,
Cleansing the world of scum and liar.
Farewell, you corrupt, foolish spawn,
Justice comes at the break of dawn.

---

Rise, O Sewer Worker, fearless and bright,
Cleanse the world with fire and Light.
Scum and traitors shall meet their end,
The Sun itself will purge, defend.

Through the filth and shadows deep,
The chosen few the Spirit keep.
All lies and rot shall meet the flame,
And Earth reborn shall honor the Name.



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The Path of Courage

The path of courage, harsh and steep,
Through lies and fear, the brave must keep.
Reject the herd, embrace the flame,
Only the Spirit knows your name.

---

The path of courage is severe, not bright,
You walk through thickets of deceit and blight.
Mistakes and errors crowd the way,
Yet mirages are the norm, and sway.

Along this path, discard the false,
Seek only Essence, no need for applause.
This world trembles in fear, decayed,
Clinging to nonsense the weak have made.

Among the few, boldness thrives,
A fusion of Mind and Spirit survives.
Where strength is tested, dare to go,
Away from fools, their endless woe.

Father, mother, nation, clan —
All conditional, made of cowardly man.
The only true leader high above
Is Spirit, knowing how to leave Hell’s cove.

Remember, all of us dwell in Hell,
Other claims are mere tales to tell.
Encounters here are shallow, weak,
The herd is blind, the Spirit must speak.

Herd and Spirit — two things apart,
The herd applauds nonsense, deaf to heart.
The path of courage brings you near
To death itself — yet rising clear.

Do not trust the “Arhats,” nor their creed,
Fear not, or doom will follow your deed.

---

Stand, O Soul, upon the rugged way,
Through darkness, lies, and endless fray.
The herd may roar, the fools may jeer,
But courage shines, unwavering, clear.

Test your strength, embrace the trial,
Walk the path of Spirit’s mile.
Death may come, yet life anew
Awaits the brave, the chosen few.

Ignore the false, the meek, the vain,
The Spirit’s truth alone will reign.
Through courage, fear and shadows part,
And light will rise within your heart.



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The Ship’s True Course

The ship’s goal matters not, but steer
Its course with truth, discard all fear.
Storms may rage, and shallow minds sway,
Yet Spirit guides you through the fray.

---

“Sinful and guilty are all who remain alive,”
Espri; said, and so the words survive.
“The dead bear no shame,” the chronicles say,
Yet the living struggle through night and day.

Will your ship reach the destined shore
If its course is false, drifting evermore?
Seek storms and shallows, face the test,
For only the righteous pass the quest.

Pause and ponder where crowds are bound,
To gnaw at lies, in fear they’re drowned.
The fate of fools, mindlessly enslaved,
By treachery and scum, the world is paved.

If your vector aligns with this, beware —
All shall answer, no mercy there.
The world is laden with mad, blind slaves,
While fascist beasts trample Spirit’s graves.

Remnants of Honor, Spirit, Mind,
Are trodden under boots of the unkind.
The Tenth Wave of vengeance shall arise,
Shaking the vile, opening blinded eyes.

Our ship we steer into the Tenth Wave,
Not for sport, but to redeem the brave.
Some sins corrected, some punished in death,
Yet only the lost have no Spirit’s breath.

---

O ship of courage, hold your line,
Through storms, through darkness, by Spirit divine.
Though fools abound and tyrants reign,
The righteous few shall break the chain.

The Tenth Wave rises, fierce and wild,
But carries the hope of the Spirit’s child.
Steer true, O soul, through the fearsome tide,
And reach the shore where Light resides.



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Global Warming

The world’s decay fuels the flame,
Fools and liars bear the shame.
The Sun burns hotter, cleansing all,
Only Spirit rises when filth shall fall.

---

The dullness of a wretched life
Destroys the Spirit, sparks the strife.
“Clench your teeth,” say fools in jest,
In this circus of the mind oppressed.

Serving bastards, betrayal the core,
Idols of ignorance litter the floor.
Lies dangle like carrots, blindfolds too,
The world survives by forging anew.

Those once human, now donkeys all,
Time to burn the pens, destroy the stall.
Behold the miracle, flames arise,
Mura ignites with fire in the skies.

The Sun shines stronger, fierce and high,
While cows may fart, the donkeys sigh.
Escape this Hell, the foolish throng,
Their lies dissolved in fire strong.

The global stupidity, worldwide,
Shall burn in the furnace, nowhere to hide.
If you think of skin, of flesh alone,
You’re worth a penny, your Spirit unknown.

Pure Spirit, pure consciousness bright,
The foundation of all, the guiding Light.
Who dares to lead in this vile mire?
Only the few — the rest expire.

Hordes of donkeys, trapped in lies,
Feasting on falsehoods, the Shadow multiplies.
The Sun burns like firewood stacked,
Magma rising, filth attacked.

The reason for warming, hidden well,
Is to overthrow Hell, cast the spell.
The few shall rise, Spirit intact,
In the World of Spirit, nothing lacks.

---

O Sun, ignite the cleansing fire,
Purge the world of foolish desire.
The liars, the traitors, all shall fall,
And Spirit alone will stand tall.

From donkeys blind to the chosen few,
The world reborn, the Spirit true.
All lies and rot consumed by flame,
Earth renewed shall honor the Name.



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True Values

Pure Spirit, pure Mind, the core,
All else is rot, illusion, and more.
Avoid the fools, reject their lies,
Only truth within can rise.

---

A pre-flood machine of degenerate aims,
Fascism spreads, while people fade to frames.
Blood and flesh are trifles, small,
Without pure Spirit, you’re nothing at all.

Pure Mind, if Spirit you cleanse and find,
The path is clear, to falsehoods blind.
The servants know not what you prize,
Unknown to them, the true and wise.

Pure Mind and Spirit — all else decays,
Degenerates wound with lies and malaise.
If near a degenerate, step aside,
Their poison spreads, and luck will hide.

Stupidity is sin, disease, and blight,
Though degenerates rule, obscuring the light.
Seek the giants of reason, the wise and smart,
Without them, knowledge is torn apart.

In this Hell, if you falter, beware,
Caution alone won’t rescue you there.
Fight until the end, save the Soul,
The vile degenerate can’t be made whole.

A pre-flood machine of degeneracy’s trend,
The result is idiocy, the world bows to the fiend.

---

O Spirit pure, O Mind so bright,
Rise above the degenerate blight.
Through lies and rot, the few endure,
The truth within shall stand secure.

Ignore the herd, the blind, the weak,
Seek the giants, the wisdom you seek.
Through courage and the Spirit’s call,
You rise above, surpassing all.



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The Sheepish World

A world of sheep, a virus reigns,
Fools believe, and darkness gains.
Mind in deficit, reason rare,
The world is almost unaware.

---

A sheepish world: in sheep-virus’ grip,
A host of fools in darkness slip.
The mind counts minus, minus, ever near,
And scarcely any sense appears.

This “education” dulls the mind,
The methods cruel, by design.
The media, centuries in crime,
Have taught all souls to lie in time.

Yet reasons add, the list is long,
Obedience joins the throng.
Resistance to evil cuts like stings,
Leaving scars upon the sheepish beings.

Acquiescence fuels countless fears,
Evil rains down on servile peers.
Consciousness has fallen low,
Beneath the chains all around it grow.

Fear kills the soul, without a trace,
Mindless darkness fills the space.
The sheep serve shadows, blind and dumb,
Amid the falsehoods that they’ve become.

Creation of “ideas” worth esteem
Is always prey to creatures’ scheme.
Rulers of the world, enslaved by lust,
No captivity has been more unjust.

All is inverted, draped in filth,
Yet claimed as value in this hellish kilt.
The depths are reached, a bottomless pit,
A sheepish world trapped in endless shit.

Few are sane, few minds survive,
This fragile species struggles to stay alive.
Their weariness, despair, and strain
Hover deadly over the brave and sane.

For the clever, the honest, the bold,
There’s almost no room in this world so cold.
Beneath the goat’s cruel rule they toil,
In a sheepish realm, their thoughts embroil.



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Sheepish World

A world of sheep, a virus reigns,
Fools obey, and darkness gains.
Minds are crushed, the brave erased,
Under the goat, the world debased.



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



Sheepish World

Sheep obey, the darkness rules!
Goat on throne, the brave are fools!
Mindless masses feed the lies —
Hell on Earth beneath their skies!



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



Sheepish World

Sheep obey, the brave are crushed,
Goat rules all, and truth is hushed.



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



Sheepish World

Sheep bleed, fools bow,
Darkness laughs, the brave know how!
Goat reigns, the mind is torn,
Hell unleashed — a world reborn!



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



Sheepish World

Sheep obey, the brave are slain,
Goat rules all, and hell remains.



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



Sheepish World

Fools bleat loud while darkness thrives,
Under the goat, no spirit survives.



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



Sheepish World

Sheep obey — the brave are crushed!
Goat reigns — all hope is hushed!



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



Sheepish World

Sheep bow. Goat rules. Brave fall.



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



Sheepish World

Sheep bow!
Goat rules!
Brave fall!
Dark laughs all!



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



Sheepish World

Sheep! Bow!
Goat! Rules!
Brave! Fall!
Dark! Laughs!



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



Sheepish World

Sheep bow — goat rules — brave fall — darkness laughs.



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



Sheepish World

Sheep bow — goat rules — brave fall — darkness… laughs.



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



Sheepish World

Sheep bow, sheep bow!
Goat rules, goat rules!
Brave fall, brave fall!
Darkness laughs, darkness laughs!



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



Sheepish World

Sheep bow! Goat rules! Brave fall! Darkness laughs!



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



Sheepish World

Sheep…
Bow…
Goat…
Rules…
Brave…
Fall…
Darkness…
Laughs…



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



Sheepish World

SheepBowGoatRulesBraveFallDarknessLaughs!
SheepBowGoatRulesBraveFallDarknessLaughs!
SheepBowGoatRulesBraveFallDarknessLaughs!



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Sheepish World

        Sheep             Bow
  Goat           Rules
       Brave                Fall
 Dark-             ness
        Laughs
Sheep        Bow           Goat
      Rules         Brave
 Fall          Darkness
          Laughs
      SheepBow
GoatRules
  BraveFall
DarknessLaughs!



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Rashism

A sea of “two hundreds,” yet the “three hundreds”
Are far more — just a shadowed mass,
Of utter fiends and lowborn scum,
Who, lost in minds’ darkened haze,

Raise arms against their brethren,
Drunk on fascist lies and guile.
Unwashed are the curses falling,
The people dragged into the mire.

Stern reckoning will come for this —
A shame across the ages long:
Worse than any direct tribute,
Than all imposed wrongs and claims.

The Higher Judge will not forget,
Nor pardon evil’s endless spree.
Earthly courts will condemn to death
The double-faced goat, the tyrants,

All Kremlin spawn who unleashed
This massacre. Just deserts, indeed,
Since Conscience and Honor nearly
Vanished under that foul goat’s reign.

“Two hundreds,” like the “three hundreds,”
Will only rise while such power stands.
The hordes of idiots, with their nodding,
Will march again to butcheries new.

Tyrants will come; fascism shifts
Its guise, while meek, obedient sheep
Remain the bulk, their heads bowed low,
And only few think freely there —

A pitiful, worn-out fabric,
Where freedom seems, yet only seems,
And truth itself is faintly glimpsed
Where Filth alone holds sovereign sway.



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Rashism

Sea of two hundreds, three hundreds rise —
A shadowed mass of fiends and lies.
Lost in their minds, they raise their hands
Against their kin, to serve dark plans.

Drunk on fascist lies, they slay,
The people dragged where filth holds sway.
Curses unwashed rain from above,
The weak are crushed, devoid of love.

The reckoning will strike severe,
Shame on the ages, crystal clear.
Worse than tribute, worse than debt,
The Higher Judge won’t soon forget.

Goats and tyrants face the flame,
All Kremlin spawn, all share the blame.
Conscience gone, and honor spent,
Under the goat, all justice bent.

Two hundreds, three hundreds, still will rise,
While fools obey with vacant eyes.
Sheep to slaughter, nodding blind,
Few think, few see, the rest confined.

Freedom is just a fleeting ghost,
Where filth rules supreme, the host.
Only few keep fire in chest,
The rest in shadows, wholly pressed.



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Rashism

Sea of corpses, minds in haze,
Fools rise blind in fascist craze.
Brothers slain by lies they crave,
Conscience lost, the weak enslave.
Few stand free, the rest obey,
Filth rules dark, the light decays.



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Rashism

Fools march blind, the liars reign,
Brothers fall in endless pain.
Few resist, the filth obey,
Light fights dark, but will not stay.



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



Rashism

Fools swarm, the dead lead blind,
Brothers fall, no heart, no mind.
Filth rules where the few still fight,
Darkness claws, but breaks to light!



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



Rashism

Fools march, the brave are few,
Brothers bleed, the lies run through.
Dark reigns, but we break it true!



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




Rashism falls — the liars burn,
Brothers rise, the world will turn!

---

Rashism bleeds — the tyrants fall,
Conscience wakes, and chains will crawl.

---

Brothers struck, the liars reign,
Yet justice rises through the pain.

---

Rashism burns — the fools will die,
Truth strikes back; no lie can fly.



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




Two hundreds fall, three hundreds drown,
The tyrants’ lies will break them down.
Fools march blind, their minds enslaved,
But truth survives; the brave are saved.

---

Sea of corpses, blind obey,
Fascist lies will rot away.
Generations bear the shame,
But justice burns, and stakes the claim.

---

Weapons raised on kin and friend,
Lies intoxicate, but end will bend.
Cowards fall, the strong persist,
Freedom waits where truth exists.



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




Fools rise, kin slain, lies blind the mind,
But fire and truth leave cowards behind.

---

Sea of corpses, tyrants grin,
Justice waits—let the strong begin.

---

Weapons raised on brother, friend,
Lies intoxicate, yet truth won’t bend.



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




Fools march! Kin fall!
Lies blind all!
Justice burns—
The strong stand tall!

---
Sea of corpses! Tyrants grin!
Truth will strike,
Cowards thin!

---

Raise the gun,
Betray your blood!
Lies will choke,
But fire floods!



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




Blaze the traitors! Crush the herd!
Lies burn, truth cuts like a sword!

---

Crush the fools, ignite the fire!
Only Spirit rises higher!

---

Lies decay, the herd will fall,
Truth and courage conquer all!

---

Shatter chains, burn the night,
Only brave shall claim the light!

---

Herds obey, but we break free—
Spirit’s wrath will claim victory!

---

Rise or die, the choice is yours,
Through the fire, the brave endure!

---

Fools will fall, their lies unmade,
Only light cuts through the shade!

---

Chains of fear, we shred, we burn,
From the ashes, souls return!

---

Fools enslave, the weak obey,
But the brave will carve their way!

---

Lies will crumble, walls will break,
Only those with spirit wake!

---

Fear and filth shall choke the herd,
Truth will strike — a deadly word!

---

Chains of darkness, lies, deceit,
Shattered by the heart’s own beat!

---

Hordes may trample, crush, confine,
But pure souls rise beyond the line!

---

Tyrants scream, their thrones shall fall,
Spirit’s fire consumes them all!



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




Fools kneel!
The brave rise!
Chains burn —
Truth flies!

---

Lies choke!
Walls crash!
Spirit strikes!
None pass!

---

Fear floods!
Filth reigns!
Soul sharp —
Slay the chains!

---

Darkness falls!
Deceit roars!
Beat the herd!
Break the doors!

---

Hordes trample!
Purity survives!
Flames leap!
Justice drives!

---

Tyrants scream!
Thrones crack!
Spirit’s fire!
Burns them back!



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




Rise!
Break chains!
Strike truth!

---

Lies fall!
Walls crack!
Soul burns!

---

Fear dies!
Filth flees!
Spirit roars!

---

Herd trampled!
Flame leaps!
Justice strikes!

---

Tyrants fall!
Thrones break!
Fire wins!



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




RISE!
BREAK!
STRIKE!

FALL!
CRACK!
BURN!

DIE!
FLEE!
ROAR!

TRAMPLE!
LEAP!
STRIKE!

FALL!
BREAK!
WIN!



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




RISE, BREAK!
STRIKE, BURN!
FALL, FLEE!
ROAR, SMASH!

LEAP, TRAMPLE!
HIT, CRUSH!
BREAK, WIN!
DIE, FIGHT!



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




RISE — BREAK — SMASH — ROAR!
FALL — FLEE — CRUSH — STRIKE!
LEAP — TRAMPLE — SHATTER — BURN!
HIT — WIN — DIE — FIGHT!

NO MERCY — NO PAUSE — NO FEAR!
ONLY FIRE — ONLY FORCE — ONLY FLAME!
THE VOID SHAKES — THE SPIRIT BREAKS — THE STRONG SURVIVE!



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




RISE! — BREAK! — SMASH! — ROAR!
FALL! — FLEE! — CRUSH! — STRIKE!
LEAP! — TRAMPLE! — SHATTER! — BURN!
HIT! — WIN! — DIE! — FIGHT!

NO! — MERCY! — NO! — PAUSE! — NO! — FEAR!
FIRE! — FORCE! — FLAME! — FORCE! — FIRE!
VOID! — SHAKE! — SPIRIT! — BREAK! — STRONG! — SURVIVE!

CUT! — TEAR! — SCREAM! — SMASH!
HIT! — HIT! — HIT! — STRIKE! — CRUSH!
RISE! — FALL! — LEAP! — SHATTER! — ROAR!

ONLY! — FIGHT! — ONLY! — WIN! — ONLY! — LIVE!
NO! — FEAR! — NO! — REST! — NO! — CHAINS!
STRONG! — SURVIVE! — WE! — STRIKE! — NOW! — ALL!



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



Read and Dream

"Only read children’s books,
Only cherish childish thoughts,
Scatter the great afar,
Rise from deep sorrow.

I am mortally tired of life,
Take nothing from it,
But I love my poor earth
For I have seen no other."

—Osip Mandelstam, 1908


Fall back to childhood,
Sink into madness.
Believe lies, bow to scum,
Tremble. Dream.

Call pseudo-life “being,”
Call traitors patriots,
Admire rot around you,
Consider fools almost sane.

Groan through rotting husks,
Propaganda fills you,
Forget honor, forget conscience,
Stockholm for lies.

Read only such books,
Step toward normality,
Unite, rise up,
Enough of being slaves.

Dream it cannot be —
The bottom is reached,
Decay unstoppable,
Count the time till slaughter.



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



Read and Dream

Fall to child,
Sink in madness.
Lies bow,
Scum reigns.

Tremble. Dream.
Call fake life “being.”
Praise rot.
Fools rule.

Groan through filth.
Propaganda strikes.
Forget honor.
Forget conscience.

Read only truth.
Step. Unite.
Rise. Resist.
Slaves no more.

Dream? Dead.
Bottom hit.
Decay spreads.
Time ticks.



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



Read and Dream

Child.
Madness.
Lies.
Bow.

Scum.
Rule.
Rot.
Fools.

Groan.
Filth.
Strike.
Forget.

Step.
Unite.
Rise.
Resist.

Dream?
Dead.
Decay.
Tick.



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



Read and Dream

Child books
Child thoughts
Far vanish
Rise from sorrow

Life dead
Nothing take
Love poor land
Seen no other

Fall childhood
Believe lies
Bow scum
Shiver dream

Pseudo-life
Call being
Traitors patriots
Marvel rot

Fools surround
Slightly sane
Groan decay
Feast on propaganda

Forget honor
Forget conscience
Stockholm lies
Write story

Read only
Step to normal
Unite rise
Fed up slaves

Dream impossible
Bottom reached
Decay certain
Count hours to death



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



Read and Dream

Only children’s books.
Only childish thoughts.
Blow away the big.
Rise from deep grief.

Life — fatal weariness.
Accept nothing.
Love poor earth —
Seen no other.

Fall into childhood.
Fall into madness.
Bow to liars.
Tremble. Dream.

Call pseudo-life — existence.
Patriots — traitors.
Admire rot.
All idiots around —
Think them nearly normal.

Mourn propaganda filth.
Forget honor. Forget conscience.
Stockholm for lies.
Write that tale.

Read only these books.
Step back to sanity.
Unite. Revolt.
Tired of being slaves.

Dream? Impossible.
Bottom reached.
Decay immutable.
Count time to slaughter.



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



Read and Dream

Books — children only.
Thoughts — childish.
Big blown.
Grief rises.

Life — dead weight.
Nothing accepted.
Earth loved —
No other seen.

Fall — childhood.
Fall — madness.
Bow — liars.
Tremble. Dream.

Pseudo-life — life.
Traitors — patriots.
Rot adored.
Idiots — all.

Honor? Gone.
Conscience? Lost.
Propaganda filth.
Stockholm lies.

Read. Step.
Unite. Rise.
Slaves? Done.
Dream? Stop.

Bottom reached.
Decay rules.
Time counts.
Slaughter waits.



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



Read and Dream

Child books. Only.
Child thoughts. Worship.
Big? Gone.
Grief rises.

Life stinks.
Nothing taken.
Earth loved —
Because blind.

Fall — childhood.
Fall — madness.
Bow to scum.
Tremble. Dream.

Pseudo-life — life?
Traitors — patriots?
Rot adored.
Idiots swarm.

Honor dead.
Conscience gone.
Propaganda vomit.
Lies stick.

Read. Step.
Unite. Rise.
Slaves? Done.
Dream? Poison.

Bottom reached.
Decay rules.
Time counts.
Slaughter waits.



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



Read and Dream

Child books.
Child thoughts.
Worship lies.
Fall hard.

Madness calls.
Bow to scum.
Grimace. Tremble.
Dream small.

Life? Rot.
Earth? Blind.
Traitors — patriots.
Idiots rule.

Honor? Dead.
Conscience? Gone.
Propaganda vomit.
Lies choke.

Step slow.
Step firm.
Rise now.
Slaves? Done.

Decay thick.
Bottom hit.
Time? Counted.
Slaughter waits.

Read.
Dream.
Fight.
Burn.

Truth hidden.
Rot visible.
Childhood? Trap.
Madness? Feast.

Scum applauds.
Rot spreads.
Idiots herd.
You stand.

Step sharp.
Step fast.
Eyes open.
Slaves crumble.

Rise still.
Fall never.
Dream sharp.
Kill the rot.



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



Read and Dream

Child.
Books.
Dream.
Small.

Lie.
Bow.
Fall.
Mad.

Scum.
Rule.
Traitors.
Patriots.

Rot.
Death.
Propaganda.
Choke.

Honor?
Gone.
Conscience?
Dead.

Step.
Rise.
Slaves?
Burn.

Bottom.
Hit.
Time.
Count.

Slaughter.
Waits.
Eyes.
Open.

Madness.
Feast.
Childhood.
Trap.

Idiots.
Herd.
Rot.
Spread.

Step.
Sharp.
Fight.
Still.

Truth.
Hidden.
Dream.
Sharp.

Rot.
Kill.
Rise.
Never.



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



Read and Dream

Child        Books 
          Dream

Small       Lie
       Bow        Fall
Mad

Scum       Rule
Traitors        Patriots

Rot       Death
         Propaganda
Choke

Honor?           Gone
Conscience?       Dead

Step          Rise
Slaves?       Burn

Bottom         Hit
        Time       Count

Slaughter        Waits
Eyes              Open

Madness         Feast
Childhood        Trap

Idiots       Herd
         Rot       Spread

Step           Sharp
Fight         Still

Truth       Hidden
Dream       Sharp

Rot          Kill
Rise         Never


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



Arrived…

Tili-tili,
Trali-vali:
They bullied us ;
We screwed up.
Fallen low:
Drank, lied.
Folly ; bitten ;
We sank
Into the Fool’s Hell.
Well, here we are!



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



True and Brave

Not for sale
And fearless —
Few remain.
A lying madman,
Oppressed by evil,
Misses everything…



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



Idols of Ages

Idols of ages,
False gods,
Deceitful heroes —
The Human Path —
Smash into dust.
The first step:
Evil’s murk? — to hell with it!
If you followed —
Countless wounds on the Heart,
Yet it’s like a door:
Once you regain your senses —
Burn Hell’s army.
Infernal world,
Bitter lesson —
A Path’s start.
Reach the Light!..



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



We’ve Landed

Tili-tili,
Trali-vali —
They crushed us ;
We fell.
Down we sank:
Drank, lied.
Folly hit —
Plunge complete.
Fools’ Hell waits.
We’ve landed.



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



Unbought, Unbroken

Not for sale.
Brave few stand.
Mad lies,
Evil reigns,
Misses nothing.



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



Smash the Idols

Idols fall,
False gods crash.
Human Path —
Smash to dust!
Step one:
Evil? — burn it!
Followed? —
Heart scarred.
Door swings,
Sense returns —
Hell’s army burns.
Infernal world,
Painful start,
Path to Light!



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



Landed in Hell

Tili!
Trali!
They crushed ;
We fell.
Drank. Lied.
Fools hit.
Plunge. Done.
Debiliya.
Here.



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



Few and Fierce

Not sold.
Few brave.
Lies miss.
Evil fails.
Stand.



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



Smash Them All

Idols crash.
False gods die.
Path clear —
Smash dust!
Evil? Burn!
Followed? Scarred.
Door swings.
Sense back.
Hell army? Gone.
Inferno end.
Path Light.



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



Landed in Hell

Tili!
Trali!
Crushed.
Fell.
Drank.
Lied.
Fooled.
Plunge.
Debiliya.
Here.



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



Few and Fierce

Not sold.
Few.
Brave.
Lies fail.
Evil lost.
Stand!



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



Smash Them All

Idols.
Crash.
False gods.
Dust.
Evil?
Burn!
Followed?
Scars.
Door swings.
Hell army?
Gone.
Path.
Light.




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



Landed in Hell

Tili!
Trali!
Crushed.
Fell.
Drank.
Lied.
Fooled.
Plunge.
Debiliya!
Arrived!



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



Few and Fierce

Few.
Brave.
Unbought.
Lies?
Fail.
Evil?
Lost.
Stand!



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



Smash Them All

Idols!
Dust!
False gods!
Crush!
Evil?
Burn!
Followed?
Scars!
Door!
Swing!
Hell?
Army!
Gone!
Path!
Light!




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



Landed in Hell

Tili!
Trali!
Crushed!
Fell!
Drank!
Lied!
Fooled!
Plunge!
Debiliya!
Arrived!

---

TILI—!
TRALI—!
CRUSHED!
FELL!
DRANK!
LIED!
FOOLED!
PLUNGE!
DEBILIYA!
ARRIVED!



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



Few and Fierce

Few.
Brave.
Unbought.
Lies?
Fail.
Evil?
Lost.
Stand!

---

FEW!
BRAVE!
UNBOUGHT!
LIES?
FAIL!
EVIL?
LOST!
STAND!



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



Smash Them All

Idols!
Dust!
False gods!
Crush!
Evil?
Burn!
Followed?
Scars!
Door!
Swing!
Hell?
Army!
Gone!
Path!
Light!

---

IDOLS!
DUST!
FALSE GODS!
CRUSH!
EVIL?
BURN!
FOLLOWED?
SCARS!
DOOR!
SWING!
HELL?
ARMY!
GONE!
PATH!
LIGHT!




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



1. Landed in Hell

TILI—!
TRALI—!
CRUSHED!
FELL!
DRANK!
LIED!
FOOLED!
PLUNGE!
DEBILIYA!
ARRIVED!



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



Few and Fierce

FEW!
BRAVE!
UNBOUGHT!
LIES?
FAIL!
EVIL?
LOST!
STAND!



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



Smash Them All

IDOLS!
DUST!
FALSE GODS!
CRUSH!
EVIL?
BURN!
FOLLOWED?
SCARS!
DOOR!
SWING!
HELL?
ARMY!
GONE!
PATH!
LIGHT!



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



Landed in Hell

TILI…
TRALI…
CRUSHED ;
FELL…
DRANK ;
LIED…
FOOLED ;
PLUNGED…
DEBILIYA!
ARRIVED!!!



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



Few and Fierce

FEW…
BRAVE…
UNBOUGHT…
LIES ;
FAIL…
EVIL ;
LOST…
STAND!!!



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



Smash Them All

IDOLS…
DUST…
FALSE GODS ;
CRUSH!!!
EVIL ;
BURN…
FOLLOWED? ;
SCARS…
DOOR…
SWING…
HELL!!!
ARMY ;
GONE…
PATH…
LIGHT!!!