The Pyramid of Social Foolery, 10 songs

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Change of Ideologies

Nonsense reigns now—
"Passion" fades somehow.
They'll justify
New foggy lies,
And loyal fools, grotesque and tame,
Will send to new, unwelcome shame.
For woes are born from bitter schemes,
Born from cruel, destructive dreams.
By fear, but not by their might,
The tyrants bend the world to blight.
The road to Hell is paved with dust,
In words, not faith, they place their trust.
Few dare resist, the rest comply,
While watching nature's truth slip by.
Look within, and cast off lies—
Your mind will clear, your spirit rise.
For light’s not found in things you see,
But deep within, in truth and free.


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Hockey Without the Puck

"Winnipeg"–"New York": a fierce bout!
They play rough, sticks striking out,
But not vile; and yet the schemer,
That meek politician-dreamer,
Only seems a kindly weeper,
Following orders of dark creatures,
Hidden beasts, unseen, insane,
Driving policies profane.
Genocide’s their brutal art,
The dull CowID’s a telling chart:
How "success" is carved so grimly—
In the end, most people, simply,
Are just nothing, empty-hearted.


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Mountains, Both Great and Small

The Mount of Woe, its base unwise,
A fool’s creation, made to rise.
But death will raze it; then, once more,
Hills sprout anew. If World explored,

Its Everest, a grim device,
Where perches Beast on peak of lies.
Deceitful heights, no hope ahead,
No vision prospers—dreams lie dead.

Yet time’s great sweep will level all;
For ignorance ensures the fall.
The Chasm of Verse stands in defiance,
To scorn a world in dutiful silence.

Deep in its mind, a poet hides,
Condemned by lies, where truth subsides.
His themes of Spirit soar ignored,
While fools demand their joy restored.


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Parasites of Parasites

The parasite deems, "What a life!"
Feasting on its prey with zest.
Yet, in turn, it meets a strife—
Another's jaws, a cruel jest!

Presidents and bureaucrats,
Aren't atop the feeding chain.
Merely seizing moments that
Bring the creatures fleeting gain.

Heads infected by a blight—
Satanism, vast, malign.
Parasites will face their plight,
All consumed by Doom's design.


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Pesky bore

"Yes requires repetition."
Jacques Derrida

This nagging world instills anew
The urge to bow before its lies.
It echoes loudly: "Join the queue!"
And when you say "No," it denies,

Repeats again, with shifts in tone,
Its goal: to rot your mind and soul,
To keep you chained, to keep you prone—
Obedience, the only role.

For "Yes" is servitude’s first breath.
So sharpen doubt, let it refine,
Resist decay, that creeping death,
And master it within your mind.

Let intuition light the way
And teach you oft to answer "No."
Without it, madness gains its sway,
And nonsense in your heart will grow.

A madhouse world, a rotting pit,
Infernal forces take command;
They drive the broken, crazed, unfit,
And make them cattle, meek and bland.

Behold the farce of hollow states,
Exposed through CowID’s disguise.
The sheep submit to their cruel fates,
While others fade in shame and lies.


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Talent grows in the Soul’s vast domain, not in the genes

Do genes define a gifted mind?
No, talent from a different kind.
Through muses’ breath, the spirit soars,
Far from the world’s mundane shores.

On the edge, where danger calls,
Unbowed beneath deceitful thralls,
Keep your heart untainted, pure—
Return to the Source to endure.

Beyond the Source, all art is vain;
Creation turns to hollow strain.
So cast off lies, embrace what’s true,
And let insight and grace renew.


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The Pseudo-Scholar

Confined to a narrow realm, no time for critique,
The bigger picture lost beneath trivial haze.
Endless data clouds the mind, so to speak,
Without the vital keys to clear the maze.

These keys might set the system into place,
Or tear it down with the skill of a fraud.
But there's no need to strain or lose the race—
A grant’s like faith, and leadership’s like God.

The Spirit erased from the sciences' creed—
The very source of life, the missing key.
So theories are but opinions, indeed,
Detached from truth—where grants hold tyranny.

Those who pay decide which way you’ll be steered,
With small rewards to guide you on your quest.
People always lead, but make things unclear—
And decay prevails in what was once the best.

For those who’ve turned from science and reflection,
Seek within yourself for the keys to find.
Or else you'll fall to mindless dissection,
Lost in a world of hollow, shattered mind.


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The Pyramid of Social Foolery

A "noble" goat ascends the tiers,
Not the last among the chain.
A wretched soul who sold his years
To Evil’s tune for fleeting gain.

He spits on those beneath his feet,
Crushes those who touch the base,
And serves the whims of those elite,
Groveling with slavish grace.

This Everest of servile grime,
A mountain built of fawning waste,
Defines the world—a hollow crime,
No room for Mind or Soul’s embrace.

Yet should such values hold their sway,
The hollow peak will quickly fall.
To those attuned, the signs convey:
Decline now looms above us all.

Degradation’s rife, unchecked;
The base will crack and pull it down.
The "summit’s" fiend, your reign is wrecked—
Weep and wail; you’ll surely drown!


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TNT in the Veins

It all comes down to TNT,
It must flow in your veins, you see.
This dim-wit world — just say the word,
And they'll charge forth, like a blinded herd.

To the ravine, they'll blindly tread,
Blood-stained hands, by banners led.
Write in law new fascist codes,
March to hate on darkened roads.

Not a fool, nor lost in haze,
Spill your blood, ignite the blaze.
In the Ravine of Evil deep,
With TNT, no soul shall sleep.

Stock your veins with fire’s might,
Hesitate, you'll lose the fight.
Gather strength, for soon they'll call:
“Fools, charge forward, give your all!”

Only TNT feeds reason now,
It arms the heart, it shows you how.
To perish with it, pure and true,
Redeems the soul, renews its hue.


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Tyranny

A plucked and broken bird
On the final crest remains—
The rule of tyranny endured,
Not hate, but "order" reigns.

This "order" brings despair -
A silent genocide.
The bird claws is laid bare,
Though rot lurks deep inside.




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