18 poems

The Turn Within

Turn your witness from Out to In —
That’s where the real truth hides.
You won’t drown in the outer sin,
You’ll crush the filth that blinds.

Outside — you’ll see only rot,
Inside — the Light, the Core.
Don’t clothe what you’ve found in thought —
The Truth needs nothing more.

This world is soaked in deceit,
And evil has covered it whole.
Defy it — stay on your feet,
Cast off your whining soul.

The alchemy here’s defamed,
Twisted and dragged through the mud.
This world has gone insane —
It wars against the Blood.

But Spirit’s the only worth
In Hell’s unholy game.
Keep it, and guard its birth —
Inside, Hell burns the same.



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1.
Turn in — not out — and fight!
The Spirit alone is Light.

2.
The world is rot and lies —
Go inward, or it dies.

3.
Inside’s the final gate —
Where Hell burns — and you create.

4.
Look out — you’ll find decay.
Look in — and blaze the way.



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Turn Within

Look out — there’s rot and dust.
Look in — there flames the Trust.
The world deceives — defy!
The Spirit burns — don’t die.



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Voice of the Fire

I burn — yet I remain.
The Truth survives through pain.
Go inward, break the shell —
Inside you stands your Hell.



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Author’s Manifesto

This work is not about escape —
it’s about ignition.
When Spirit revolts,
matter remembers its source.
Fire is not destruction —
it’s recognition.



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Ascension Through Fire
— a triptych with Manifesto —

Epigraph:
Through ashes, through pain — the Spirit remains.


I. Revolt of the Spirit

I’ve shattered the world’s deceit,
Crushed matter beneath my feet.
No gods, no laws, no lies —
The Spirit alone shall rise.


II. After the Fire

No rage — just silent light.
The ashes glow — still bright.
I am — beyond the fall.
The Spirit — one with All.


III. The Union

No flame, no form, no name —
The Source and I — the same.
All bounds have burned away,
And Silence crowns the day.


Manifesto of the Spirit

I speak from the heart of fire,
Where time dissolves and forms expire.
All illusions fall, all bounds decay —
Here, Spirit and Source are one, always.
Not in fleeing, but in blazing through,
The infinite reveals itself to you.



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The Scholar

Our little nerd feared everything—
Since childhood dread took hold.
So he strove to always cling
To marks both high and bold.

He obeyed his parents’ call,
Forever an activist.
Yet he saw no tyrants’ thrall
—His “reason” still pristine, unkissed.

Always fleeing inner strain,
What could halt his narrow plan?
To pursue, without a brain,
The grand career of “stupid man.”

He stifled seeds of conscience,
A master at this art.
So in maturity, the prince
Of assholes played his part.

The asshole, ever ready,
To follow every order true:
Even if it meant to steady
The slaughter of the meek—he’d do.

Let tyrants crash the world with lies,
A virus false and vast.
He’ll sharpen minds—or crush them—wise,
No problem, easy task.

He’ll craft a “scientific” base
To justify it all,
And save his own despicable face,
By hiding under knowledge’s thrall.

Such wretched guts of science
Spread everywhere you see.
All teeter on the powder keg,
Controlled, confined, and keyed.

In reins of false opinions,
In yokes of hollow words:
Lie the fates of generations
Of trusting, silent herds.



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1. Strike Version

The nerd obeys, the tyrants cheer,
He kills with rules, no hint of fear.
Science bent to save his skin—
A world of fools he grins within.


2. Fury Version

Nerd obeys, the world burns down,
Grins while smashing every clown.
Science twisted, soul for sale,
His coward’s mask will always prevail.


3. Blow Version

Nerd obeys—let the world explode!
Crush the meek, obey the code.
Science bends to hide his shame,
Coward grins while burning flame.


4. Apocalypse Version

Nerd obeys—world set aflame!
Crush the meek, none left to name.
Science twisted, truth undone,
Coward grins—he’s already won.


5. Final Strike

Nerd obeys.
World burns.
Science bends.
Coward wins.


6. Ultra Strike

Obey, nerd!
World shatters!
Truth dies.
Coward laughs!



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Embers of Madness

The embers of madness smolder in mind,
And just a stronger gust will ignite the flame.
All comes from IGNORANCE of your own kind—
You, as a god, not a sheep in the game.

Not a meek lamb in a foolish herd,
Led to slaughter by satanic guides.
Rise, at last, be the Light in Hell inferred,
Leading the near and far by your sides.



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1. Fury Version

The embers of madness glow in mind,
A gust will fan, the fire you’ll find.
Not a meek lamb in fools’ parade,
Rise as god, let darkness fade.

Lead the lost, both near and far,
Be the Light, their guiding star.

2. Strike Version

Madness smolders, wind will spark,
Rise as god, ignite the dark.
Not a sheep for tyrants’ hand—
Lead the lost, take your stand.

3. Ultra Strike

Madness burns—let it roar!
Rise as god, fear no more!
Not a lamb for fools to lead,
Be the Light—the world will heed!

4. Apocalypse Version

Madness roars, the embers flare!
Rise as god—dare none to stare!
No meek lamb to follow fools,
Be the Light, break all their rules!

5. Final Strike

Madness roars.
Rise as god.
No lambs follow.
Be the Light.



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The Core

Within you burns the Spirit’s core,
The base of all, the guiding flame,
Until the dung-fly rose and swore
To make the world forget your name.

Once dung-flies swarm and drone around,
Deaf to honor, blind to right,
They breed but ugliness profound,
And fill the world with endless blight.

Don’t yield to tricks of foolish herds,
But stand apart, beyond the line,
Stay firm, untouched by falsehoods’ words,
And keep your soul’s bright steel divine.

This core alone will guard your way
Through Hell, so you will not be lost,
For it destroys, without delay,
The demons’ power at all cost.

Since childhood they assail your mind,
Your fragile, capricious thoughts they prey.
Your Soul’s at stake—yet free and kind,
The fearless thinker wins the fray.

It acts as compass, sharp and true,
Revealing lies from what is right;
Not one provocateur, askew,
Escapes the Spirit’s piercing sight.

For countless false and twisted creeds
Bring chaos to unsteady minds.
They warp perception, plant their seeds,
A rabble of deception grinds.

A sewer of propaganda,
A guild of pseudo-scientists sold;
This rotten layer rules with guile,
The demons’ masquerade takes hold.

For demons cannot rule outright,
They seek the jackals, sly and cruel,
To blind obedient human sight,
And bend the world to their foul rule.

Yet manipulators always fall,
And flee when Spirit’s core is shown;
Applied as light against the thrall,
It casts deceit from its dark throne.

For Spirit sees all, straight and strong,
Majestic, mighty, pure in might;
It foresights every filthy wrong,
And sweeps corruption from the light.

So strengthen in the Spirit’s flame,
Drive lies and filth forever out!
The fascist scum will quake in shame,
And genocidal night will rout.



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1. Fury Version

Within you burns the Spirit’s flame,
It guides your steps, defies the sham.
While dung-flies swarm and spread their blight,
The core will guard your soul with might.

Deceit and lies may strike and pry,
But Spirit sees and sweeps them by.
The coward trembles, fools will fall,
The truth endures, it rules them all.

2. Strike Version

Spirit’s core will light your way,
Drive lies and filthy scum away.
Fools may swarm, the demons play,
But truth will burn the night to day.

3. Ultra Strike

Spirit burns.
Lies fall.
Fools quake.
Truth reigns.

4. Apocalypse Version

Spirit roars, the lies ignite!
Fools crumble under blazing light.
No coward’s hand can bind the truth,
The core strikes fierce, eternal proof!

5. Final Strike

Spirit roars.
Lies burn.
Fools fall.
Truth wins.



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Hitler Took Moscow

Hitler’s hopes have come to pass—
This is the CIS.
And Putler’s rule—alas,
A sorry, vile mess.

Like nothing ever seen before—
Decay, corruption, grime.
No shock to find the core
Infested with fascist slime.

He does not truly rule at all:
Merely an actor, played
By puppets who enthrall,
The Kremlin thief displayed.

In truth, the world is run
By inhuman, vile scum.
They leave no peace, no sun,
This world’s dark prince, undone.

They seek to crush the wise,
And leave behind the pigs.
The virus fools the eyes—
This “virus” lies and digs.

Only injections poisoned here
Are factual, grim, and real.
Beneath fascist scum, we fear
Each tract controlled by steel.

It seems the past returns anew—
Hitler took Moscow’s streets.
While other faces stare askew,
Fascism walks in flesh and beats.

Only unity can save,
Stop corruption’s vicious flow,
Dispel this night, so grave,
And light the truth we know.



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1. Fury Version

Hitler’s hopes have come alive,
The scum now rules, the lies survive.
Putler plays the actor’s part,
While puppets pull the human heart.

Fascists swarm, the wise oppressed,
The world decays, the truth suppressed.
Only unity can fight,
And turn the creeping dark to light.

2. Strike Version

Fascists rule, the scum parade,
Truth crushed under lies they’ve made.
Unity alone can fight this night,
And turn the dark back into light.

3. Ultra Strike

Fascists roar.
Lies spread.
Fools bow.
Truth fights.

4. Apocalypse Version

Fascists roar, the lies ignite!
The world trembles under blazing light.
No coward’s hand can bind the truth,
Unity strikes fierce, eternal proof!

5. Final Strike

Fascists roar.
Lies burn.
Fools fall.
Truth wins.



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Big Manechka

Hello, my Manechka!
How do you fare without me?
Mania’s not a sweet Tanechka,
When lies are all you see.

If from childhood they
Have castrated you with lies,
No weapons are required
To make the spirit die.

If fools surround you all,
The rare exception—mad,
No strength is needed here:
Lies strike every lad.

So there’s only Manechka
And the Universal Brother.
Rulership reigns in panic,
And peace? A stench like no other.

This is but a sewer—
A madhouse of the world,
Where fights break for mere scraps,
And every soul’s unfurled.

Exceptions are few—
They perish, as before,
While jackals roam around,
And calamity galore.

In the Global Madhouse
A new law is decreed:
You’ll drift as in a coma
If Spirit here is freed.

The extermination of Spirit
Is the chief aim, the main goal:
Become a dung-fly of this world—
Or be cast out from the whole.

Yet this Hell will vanish—
Evil cannot endure.
Forever, to this day—
Spirit remains secure.



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1. Fury Version

Hello, my Manechka, fierce and bright,
Amid the lies that choke the night.
Fools swarm, the mad run free,
But Spirit fights eternally.

Hell may rise, the scum parade,
Yet unity can pierce the shade.
No plague of lies can conquer you,
The core of Spirit burns through.

2. Strike Version

Spirit fights where lies infest,
Hell will crumble, evil pressed.
Fools may swarm, the world decay,
Yet Spirit never fades away.

3. Ultra Strike

Spirit burns.
Lies choke.
Fools fall.
Hell ends.

4. Apocalypse Version

Spirit roars, the lies ignite!
Fools stagger under blazing light.
Hell trembles, scum cannot stay,
The Spirit strikes, sweeps dark away!

5. Final Strike

Spirit roars.
Lies burn.
Fools fall.
Truth wins.



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Lied, Lie, and Lied Again

They lied, they lie, and lie once more,
As long as fools believe.
A lie strikes like a cannonball—
Too quiet? Send it, please.

They’ll inject the crap with stealth,
Or roll out a “healing” plan.
The fools won’t see, almost a jest—
But someone thinks it’s grand.

They say it’s all for your own good,
Who bragged of billions, gold?
Not out of spite, they claim,
Just “bad luck” you’re controlled.

You’re simply one more useless mouth,
Spoiling earth with breath, they say.
But hidden under care, of course,
They’ll have you forgive the way.

Oops, a tiny CowID slip,
Declared a super-evil plague.
And from a cold… you’ll be killed,
If you turned donkey, fool, or vague.

All donkeys, sheep, the crowd before,
Were once beaten—now they lie.
And lies are dressed in science, sure—
They lie “scientifically,” sly.



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1. Fury Version

They lied, they lie, they strike with might,
Fools swallowed lies, blinded by fright.
Injected poison, “care” in disguise,
Science dressed in deceitful lies.

CowID horrors, declared supreme,
A cold could kill if you lost the scheme.
Donkeys and sheep once beaten down,
Now fooled by lies, dressed in renown.

Yet Spirit sees, the truth will blaze,
Exposing cheats in all their ways.
No cunning plague can hold its sway,
For truth survives, it finds the day.

2. Strike Version

They lie, they cheat, they strike with stealth,
Fools obey, they trade their health.
Science draped in cunning guise,
Yet truth will rise, expose the lies.

3. Ultra Strike

Lies strike.
Fools fall.
Science cheats.
Truth stands.

4. Apocalypse Version

Lies roar, fools stagger, lies ignite!
Science twists, hell trembles in fright.
CowID horrors, they cannot stay,
Spirit strikes, sweeps the lies away!