Chapter three ENVY

A CHRISTIAN POEM: “Taboo or not taboo!”
Dedicated to my Beloved wife, Nikki
[The Foundation - Scriptural Prologue]
“I, even I, am the Lord; and beside me there is no saviour.”
(Isaiah 43:11)
“For the Lord your God is God of gods, and Lord of lords, a great God, a mighty, and a terrible, which regardeth not persons, nor taketh reward.”
(Deuteronomy 10:17)
“For I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.”
(Malachi 3:6)
“Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.”
(John 8:58)

[The Author’s Gate - Предисловие]
The Word is set. The seal is tight.
I step from shadows into light.
I bring the truth, I bring the rod,
The ancient thunder of my God.
No bribes He takes, no face He fears,
He counts the blood, He counts the tears.
Before the world, before the breath,
He is the Life, and He is Death!



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CHAPTER THREE: ENVY (The Foundation)
[Intro - Dark Atmospheric Silence, then a Distant Toy Piano]
[The Foundation - Scriptural Prologue - Deep Gritty Narrator]
“I, even I, am the Lord; and beside me there is no saviour.” (Isaiah 43:11)
“For I am the Lord, I change not.” (Malachi 3:6)
“Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.” (John 8:58)
[The Author’s Gate - Verse - Heavy Industrial Rock]
The Word is set. The seal is tight.
I step from shadows into light.
I bring the truth, I bring the rod,
The ancient thunder of my God.
No bribes He takes, no face He fears,
He counts the blood, He counts the tears.
Before the world, before the breath,
He is the Life, and He is Death!
[Transition - Sudden Drop to Toy Piano & Lullaby Melody]
[Chorus - Creepy Children's Choir - Whispering and Eerie]
(Singing out of tune)
Envy... Envy...
A bitter sting for someone’s gain,
A hollow heart, a secret pain.
To see their light and want it too,
To hate the gold that shines on you.
[Outro - Children’s Voices - Spoken / Whispered]
Envy: The vexation caused by the success of others...
And the burning, hungry desire...
To have it all...
To make it mine.
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CHAPTER THREE: ENVY (The Philological Trap)
[Transition - Explosive Guitar Riff & Heavy Drums]
[Verse 1 - Gritty Deep Rock]
Two twins of history, "Sangreal" and "Sankgreal",
A puzzle for the mind, a secret they conceal.
I spent two days in darkness, lost within the mist,
Until my Nikka showed me how the Truth was kissed—
By a lie so clever, by a tongue so slick,
A scholar's masterpiece, a dirty, ancient trick!
She, the Sorbonne beauty, I — the ape of speech,
She brought the hidden meaning back within my reach.
[Chorus - Heavy Symphonic Metal]
"Sangreal"! The Holy Blood, the Spirit's ancient wine!
They stole the Sacred Fire to make the Kings divine!
They switched the "S" and "K", they blurred the holy line,
To turn the Blood of Christ into a Royal vine!
Philological Orcs! The masters of the fraud,
They traded in the Temple for a golden god!

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THE ADVENTURERS’ CALL (Shift of Magnitudes)
[Verse 1 - Gritty Road Rock / Dark Folk]
Adventurers! Come here! Halloo!
This chapter is addressed to you!
Smooth down your hair, hide fur and horn,
Quiet your hooves, the Truth is born!
Accept the tracker’s path and skill,
The ancient lines you must fulfill.
What makes us live as Gods on high
In shifts of scale beneath the sky?
[Pre-Chorus 1 - Rising Tension]
It hits us sideways, hits us hard,
When we play a stolen, holy card.
Taking the rank of One who died,
The Sinless, sung and crucified!
But when the Saved becomes the King,
It pulls the soul, it breaks the ring!
[Chorus 1 - Epic and Raw]
The beggar there, around the bend—
Did you reach out? Were you a friend?
Or did you pass his pain and grief,
And call him "wretch" and call him "thief"?
Oh, mercy of the masks torn down!
The deeds of grace, the hidden crown!
For giving shelter to the lost—
The Order pays the final cost!
[Verse 2 - Gritty Hard Rock]
How fragile is the human breed!
Like horses in a stable’s greed.
Did your great-grandpa lay the hay?
So you wear elite armor today?
But what happens when the game is through,
And the "Elite" is no longer you?
Sure, you can buy the rank, the fame,
A career built on a stolen name.
[Pre-Chorus 2 - Sarcastic & Sharp]
But what a price! What a heavy toll!
To kill the spirit, to lose the soul!
The high-society "New Rich" trash,
From the back-alleys, fueled by cash.
Tonight a Count? Go on, "Paris"!
But look at the poor man, can't you see?
[Chorus 2 - Heavy Orchestral Power]
Give him ambition, a wagon-load,
And watch his nervous mind explode!
He’ll find a way, a magic trick,
To act like God, so fast and slick!
Pushing the crowd to a bloody crime—
But this is just the start of our time!
[Outro - Dark Cinematic Finale]
The Rook moves straight, the path is clear,
The fairy tale is drawing near.
I’ll stand my ground, I’ll tell the tale,
For you, and for the wards so pale!
For every bed in the madman's hall...
I’ll catch the Truth before it falls.

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THE VIRTUOSO LIE (The Riddler’s Game)
[Verse 1 - Dark Cinematic Intrigue]
Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me,
There is a riddle you’re destined to see.
A puzzle, a mystery — oh, what a find!
A drama of weight that will blow through your mind.
I’ll lay it out now, but I warn you, my friends—
Be careful of where this dark odyssey ends.
[Pre-Chorus - Tense Rhythms]
The puzzle is steep, and the math is so tight,
Designed to erase every trace from our sight.
The one who conceived it? He died in his glory,
Resting on laurels, a king of the story!
Carried on shoulders through ages and time,
Protected from justice, protected from crime!
[Chorus - Heavy and Pulsing]
The most virtuoso, the brightest of lies,
Built for the simple, the "holy" and wise!
Religious and humble — they swallowed the bait,
Accepting the fiction, accepting their fate!
A year of your life to learn how to pray?
One dirty joke sweeps the spirit away!
[Verse 2 - Gritty Sarcastic Baritone]
The Necrophilia of the West—where "Dead" and "Love" unite,
They’ve mastered every path and trail within the cold of night.
The seals are torn, the taboos gone, the corpses in the bed,
A fetishistic paradox is spinning in their head!
They call it "Biophilia"—a godless, hollow pride,
A distance from the Garden where Adam and his bride
Were blessed by God to live and breathe—but look at us today!
We’ve traded in the Living Breath for architectural clay.
[Pre-Chorus - Rising Tension & Dirty Riffs]
All else is boredom, just a game, a rhyme I won’t repeat,
I’ll let the scratching of my pen sound out upon the street.
I’m here to strip the myth away, to show the rot inside,
To reveal the core of every lie they’ve tried so hard to hide!
[Chorus - Heavy Aggressive Rock]
The core is this: "Jesus was not the Christ we used to know!
He wasn't God, He wasn't King, He had no holy glow!
He wasn't nailed, He wasn't raised, He never felt the sting!
He was a man, a simple man, who wore a wedding ring!"
With Mary Magdalene, they say, He lived a quiet life,
A father and a husband, with a common, earthly wife!
[Bridge - Fast and Stabbing]
Want more ideas? A "bear in berries"—sugary and sweet!
They say He had a brood of kids to make the lie complete!
And here’s the dagger in the chest, the final, cruel blow:
"He fled to Gaul with His bride, where southern breezes blow!"
(Modern-day France, they claim, is where He hid away)
A million facts are lost in time... or so the liars say!
[Verse 3 - Aggressive Hard Rock / Industrial]
The foundation is granite, it isn't the clay!
What monster invented the lie of the day?
That Christ has a bloodline, a family tree?
And who is this Mary they want us to see?
I’ve shoveled through filth, it’s a heavy, dark chore,
To write out these lines while I’m hitting the floor!
But I’ll stand my ground, let the new eras come,
Where the flags of the "rainbow" are beating the drum!
[Pre-Chorus - Sarcastic and Biting]
Life is so easy, life is so sweet,
For the pervert who’s dancing out there on the street!
Much better for him than for Christ on the cross,
Whose story they’ve rewritten—at everyone's loss!
The forgery’s greasy, it’s covered in lard,
But it wasn't created by some crazy bard—
It wasn't a madman, it wasn't a fluke,
It’s a long-distance plan that would make a man puke!
[Chorus - Heavy Orchestral Power]
We’re twisting our brains, we’re losing our sight,
Caught in a plot that is blacker than night!
They used it for profit, they used it for greed—
Catch the "Agatha Christie" of lies and of breed!
What a ricochet! What a detective's turn!
But I have the armor, let the falsities burn!
I’ll rip off the rags from the Truth, though it’s "old,"
While the "modern" and "fashionable" stories are sold!
[Bridge - Fast and Chaotic Punk]
Brad Pitt’s in a skirt, Johnny Depp’s in a haze,
Falk Johan is painting his face for the gaze!
That’s their profession, that’s just how they play,
But where did they carry our Legend away?
Sift through the sieve! Divide evil and good!
Charge with your sabers! As every man should!
[Outro - Sudden Silence... then a Distant Phone Ringing]
The phone’s ringing... Forgive me... Hello?
Who is it? ... Jesus?! ... Hello?! ...
(Dead Air)

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CHAPTER 21.1: THE ENIGMA OF MAGDALENE
[Verse 1 - Gothic Dark Cabaret / Mysterious Strings]
Who are you, Mary? Tell me, who are you now?
Through centuries of silence, to whom did you bow?
The disciple of Giants? A shadow in time?
A mother with milk? Or a ghost of a crime?
A circle of riddles, a ring of deceit,
From a harlot to eagle, the circle’s complete!
Was Jesus your Teacher? Your Master? Your Friend?
Or a Husband you loved till the very dark end?
[Pre-Chorus - Tense Industrial Pulse]
Who led you to Him? Who opened the door?
Was your intellect equal to His evermore?
What could you offer the King of the Soul?
Just the warmth of the flesh? Was that really your role?
And what is the "Papal" and fabricated play?
You’re silent. You’re dead. You have nothing to say.
Did you bear for the "Eagle"? Did you carry the seed?
Or is this the incense of a hollow-eyed breed?
[Chorus - Heavy Industrial Explosion]
Our Count Leo Tolstoy, he knew of the cost,
Excommunicated! Abandoned and lost!
I’m walking so wide! I am chasing the sun!
Stop! Where is the meaning? What have we done?
The sacrifice again? The blood on the floor?
Turn the other cheek? I can’t take any more!
The splashes of crimson on the altar of light—
The Truth is a scream in the middle of night!
[Verse 2 - Bluesy Soulful Rock / Melancholic Violin]
How often we love with no reason or mind,
Turning our souls inside out, leaving shadows behind!
"A harlot!" — the rabble and commoners cry,
But Mary, you stood there alone 'neath the sky.
And then came the Christ, and the meeting began,
The words of the Savior, the heart of the Man.
A kiss of the Blessed! A touch of the flame!
The "sinner" is gone, and forgotten her shame.
[Pre-Chorus - Rising Emotional Tension]
She’s healed in a moment, she’s risen and free,
With the taste of the metal—a salt on the sea.
A happiness drunker than wine in the glass,
Watching the ghosts of her yesterday pass.
On the first day of dawn, when the morning was new,
He rose from the darkness and came back to you.
[Chorus - Epic and Deep]
I study the Statutes, I study the Word,
I stare at the pages, at things I have heard.
I read it again—this incredible tale,
Twelve words in the silence, beyond every veil!
The "Foundation of Foundations" is written in light,
The words of Holy Love in the middle of night!
A "Lafa" of the soul! A sweet, holy bliss,
When you believe in the life that is born from a kiss!
[Outro - Dark and Heavy Chords]
When the one whom you loved with a passion so deep,
Falls into the earth, into eternal sleep...
And He killed you with death. He ended your breath.
But you wait... for the end of the death.
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THE SEVEN DEMONS (The Anatomy of Solitude)
[Verse 3 - Dark Industrial Blues / Gritty Baritone]
So, the Seven Demons — what are they?
Seven churches? Angels cast away?
The elite fallen from the heights of old?
A hundred thoughts within the dust and cold.
Great-grandchildren guess, they hunt the traces,
With rust on chains and sorrow on their faces.
Life with no Love is walking on a blade—
Listen to the thoughts that I have made:
[Pre-Chorus - Rising Tension]
The First Demon: it’s simply Pain.
The lack of Her, the driving, freezing rain.
The Second Beast: it’s Fear, a hollow hope,
A phantom hanging from a phantom rope!
[Chorus - Heavy and Raw]
The Third is Lawlessness — a wild, bitter sea,
Without your love, you’re lost, you’re never free!
The Fourth: Blasphemy! It turned my hair to gray!
We’re all just lost and drifting on our way,
Trading our souls for any cheap desire,
Until we find the spark of Sacred Fire!
[Bridge - Soulful and Dark]
The Fifth is Genius of the crash — The Doubt.
(The gray ones never know what it's about,
With stubborn pride they hide their empty light,
While poets drink and battle through the night!)
For if no Love is breathing in your soul,
The poet’s dead. He’s lost his only goal!
[Interlude - Melancholic Harmonica / Violin]
[Verse 4 - Heavy Orchestral Climax]
The Sixth is Time. How can you even breathe,
When toward the Void your lonely spirit seethes?
You see the end, you hide your silver hair,
A whimpering pup in cold and empty air!
And then the Seventh comes — a bolt from high:
Loneliness. The beast that makes you die.
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THE SEVEN DEMONS (The Anatomy of Solitude)
[Verse 3 - Dark Industrial Blues / Gritty Baritone]
So, the Seven Demons — what are they?
Seven churches? Angels cast away?
The elite fallen from the heights of old?
A hundred thoughts within the dust and cold.
Great-grandchildren guess, they hunt the traces,
With rust on chains and sorrow on their faces.
Life with no Love is walking on a blade—
Listen to the thoughts that I have made:
[Pre-Chorus - Rising Tension]
The First Demon: it’s simply Pain.
The lack of Her, the driving, freezing rain.
The Second Beast: it’s Fear, a hollow hope,
A phantom hanging from a phantom rope!
[Chorus - Heavy and Raw]
The Third is Lawlessness — a wild, bitter sea,
Without your love, you’re lost, you’re never free!
The Fourth: Blasphemy! It turned my hair to gray!
We’re all just lost and drifting on our way,
Trading our souls for any cheap desire,
Until we find the spark of Sacred Fire!
[Bridge - Soulful and Dark]
The Fifth is Genius of the crash — The Doubt.
(The gray ones never know what it's about,
With stubborn pride they hide their empty light,
While poets drink and battle through the night!)
For if no Love is breathing in your soul,
The poet’s dead. He’s lost his only goal!
[Interlude - Melancholic Harmonica / Violin]
[Verse 4 - Heavy Orchestral Climax]
The Sixth is Time. How can you even breathe,
When toward the Void your lonely spirit seethes?
You see the end, you hide your silver hair,
A whimpering pup in cold and empty air!
And then the Seventh comes — a bolt from high:
Loneliness. The beast that makes you die.
[Verse 5 - Fast Driven Hard Rock / Grunge]
Mary paid the price in full, through centuries of pain,
Under the Vatican's dark hand, and their distorted reign!
A thousand years of damage! But the trap was finally sprung,
Her image forged in Damascus steel, her praises finally sung!
In the twentieth century, they stopped the poison flow,
In the year of "Back and Forth"—the year the world would know!
Sixty-Nine! A lucky draw, a jargon of the game,
When history was shifted, and nothing stayed the same!
[Pre-Chorus - Rising Cinematic Tension]
The American Apollo descended on the dust,
In stars and stripes they placed their cold and silent trust!
The gong was struck! The captain walked beneath the silver light,
Armstrong took his lonely stroll into the cosmic night!
A walk of glory, yes! But look at what it left behind—
A lava flow of questions to burn within the mind!
[Chorus - Heavy Aggressive Punk-Rock]
Just like the story of the Christ! Just like the ancient play!
Did Judas sell Him thrice? Or was it staged a different way?
Is it all a canvas? Is it Hollywood’s design?
The makeup in the studio? The faked and holy line?
You want the Truth? You want the real?
But all you get is the "Extreme" you feel!
EXTREME! EXTREME! EXTREME!
[Outro - Feedback and Sudden Silence]
Pavilion lights...
The makeup on the face...
Is this the Truth?
Or just a hollow space?

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Part 2: The Lyrics with Technical Tags
[Intro]
(Ambience: smoky bar, jazz piano, distant clinking glasses)
[Verse 1]
I learned a bit more of the story,
Some forty years later, it seems.
In Poland, where poets find glory,
While broke, and pursuing my dreams.
In “Literatka,” mid faces so grim,
Mid drunken grimaces and wine,
I met a creator, and wrote about him:
An Armenian, truly divine!
[Verse 2]
From Avet, the tales were unending,
Tavrizov — my brother and friend.
Old World was the message he’s sending,
With glasses that clink without end.
I read him of Afghan, its fire,
And then, about love in the haze.
Tavrizov, through noise and the choir,
Just listened with eyebrows ablaze.
[Bridge]
(Swell: Add deep bass and ethereal synth pads)
A child in a man’s heavy frame,
The years flew, a blur in the night.
He met Neil Armstrong, the name,
By chance? No, by destiny’s right.
[Chorus]
(Powerful, Explosive sound, Cinematic and Wide)
For chance is a secret, a cover,
A mystery waiting for light.
And Avet was destined to hover,
And see the New World in its might!
New York felt his genius roaring,
A "ballet" on a celestial course!
With brilliance that’s bordering madness,
A cosmic ping-pong, high and grand.
[Verse 3]
(Calm, reflective, starry atmosphere)
Then dinner, in laughter and sadness,
Where Armstrong was close at his hand.
In company with Neil, the giant!
My sculptor was joyful and proud.
And Avet, with hint so defiant,
Asked ‘bout the parade and the crowd.
[Guitar Solo]
(Soulful, soaring guitar solo, David Gilmour style)
[Outro]
(Fade out, cosmic echoes, haunting piano notes)
“All’s vanity. Gone to the ages,”
The astronaut wisely replied.
He flew through the starlight and pages,
Above all the lies we provide.
Is there any truth in the nature?
The deck has been shuffled, and then —
The Magdalene’s link, like a creature,
Has changed the whole lineup of men.
[End]
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[Chapter 23.1: The Ward of Shadows]
[Intro]
(Sound of a heavy iron door slamming, metallic screeching, pulsating dark bass)
[Verse 1]
And did the "sluttishness" take hold?
It fell away, like common grime.
To move a "husk" is easy, bold —
In spotlights, cursing all the time.
The clapperboard? They missed the frame!
Add some wind, a touch of grey...
They belong in my asylum’s shame,
Or let the triggers end the day!
[Verse 2]
An unconventional, sharp view —
I’ve cast aside the jackals' lies.
A different picture, fresh and true,
Of a woman, mother in my eyes.
I’ve read it all, with focus tight —
More light right here! Give me more light!
I’ll press the buttons, take the chance...
Forgive me, Icon, at a glance!
[Bridge]
(Heavy distorted guitar riffs, rhythmic industrial pounding)
The Papacy has lost its soul,
They welcomed Hitler to the fold!
Ask your neighbor, take a poll —
The answer’s plain, and blood-cold!
A Nazi, sadist! Ghoul of greed!
He ate the millions in his path.
The Popes, they loved him so, indeed,
They gave him safety from the wrath!
[Chorus]
(Powerful, explosive, aggressive vocals)
And so the "worm" crawled into light,
He’s here, right in the ward, you see!
The mustache, hair — he’s in my sight,
Don’t be deceived by what you see!
A white robe is just a clever mask,
A daytime cover for his sin...
To unmask him is my holy task,
Before the darkness enters in!
[Outro]
(Slow heavy beats, fading into a chilling distorted whisper)
The "worm" is near...
Under the robe...
Forgive me, Mother...
[End]
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[Chapter 23.2: The Prosecutor’s Truth]
[Intro]
(A sudden, loud blast of a Church Pipe Organ, followed by heavy orchestral strings and rhythmic timpani drums)
[Verse 1]
Forgive me, once more I’ve surged ahead,
It’s hard to write of what is dead...
When Adolf’s screaming in my ear,
That sinister, clownish mask of fear!
But back to Mary Magdalene —
The girl they blackened, made "unclean."
They draped her in the robes of shame,
A "sinner" in the valleys of the flame.
[Bridge]
(Organ notes become sharper, more chaotic)
How many girls did they cast down?
Her true "Life Story" — burnt or drowned?
Buried deep under the ground?
Is the question solved? Is it found?
Apostles! How could you let it be?
We live by faith, or so we see...
An Apostle stands for truth and light!
But here, there's nothing left but night.
[Chorus]
(Powerful, booming vocals, like a judge's verdict)
The Popes' authority is smeared and thin!
And what am I? A man of sin?
A criminal with a foolish cry?
A heretic who dares to lie?
No! I am the Prosecutor here!
Not years — centuries! Look at the fear!
Watching with a mouth sewn shut?
In monks' dark cages, truth was cut!
[Outro]
(Heavy guitar riff joins the organ, ending with a sudden orchestral hit)
The truth is NOT there!
I am the Prosecutor!
More light!
[End]

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[Intro]
(Heavy distorted bass, drum kicks, sound of clashing metal)
[Verse 1]
The Christian teaching, at its core,
Is not about the blood or war.
In love it shines, in love it breathes,
Beyond the lies that darkness weaves.
The rhyme is old, the truth is plain —
Forgive the poet for his pain.
Forgive me for the death of Christ,
The lamb who was so sacrificed!
[Verse 2]
But I won't repent, I won't be cowed,
I am no "slave" among the crowd!
Strip off the cassock that you wear,
Remember why He’s hanging there!
If Christ was on that cross for us,
Then I’m His Brother! End the fuss!
We all are brothers, man to man,
And I am glad for such a plan!
[Bridge]
(Guitar slows down, cynical whisper)
How far I’ve wandered! Lord above!
And Devil, too... Is this the love?
I’m like a paparazzi now,
Mid filth and lies, I take my bow.
The hoards of gold they rake and keep,
While Judas cries and angels weep.
They drown in lust, they steal and lie,
While waving icons at the sky!
[Chorus]
(Maximum power, aggressive vocal explosion)
And if the power’s not enough —
They use His name, they act so tough!
The iron clangs for Christ again,
The "Priestly Horde" brings only pain!
From Rome down to Somali coast,
Of "Holy God" they brag and boast!
But where’s the truth? Where is the Light?
When all you bring is endless night!
[Outro]
(Fast, chaotic guitar solo, ending with a spit-out word)
Kings of prayers?
Pedophiles in robes!
Try to pray THIS away!
(Sound of a heavy iron gate slamming shut)
[End]
+24+ THE FIRST AMONG THE FALLEN
[Intro]
(Heavy, rhythmic drum stomps like marching boots on stone. Deep, distorted cello or bass drone)
(Sound of a whip crack and distant crowd jeering)
[Verse 1 - Gritty, Gravelly Vocals]
To millions now, he is the "Boss",
In golden shrines, he’s framed in gloss.
But then, in blood, he walked alone,
With naked feet on jagged stone.
Called a "scoundrel" by the crowd,
While heads in fake devotion bowed.
A cypress cross, so rough and grim,
The Roman slave had carved for him.
[Verse 2 - Increasing Tension]
The State required his chains and cage,
To close the biblical, dark page.
Step by step, the end drew near,
The mob erupted, fueled by fear.
Through jeers and spit, he kept his pace,
With silent teeth and stoic grace.
Behind the line of Roman steel,
Where soldiers kept their silent seal.
[Bridge - Haunting, Cynical Whisper]
(Bass drops out, light eerie bells clinking like silver coins)
The living wall of Roman might,
Couldn’t save Judas from the night.
Beyond the cross, he stands apart,
With silver screaming in his heart.
Thirty pieces... cold and bright,
The price of shadows, lost to light.
[Chorus - Epic Orchestral Explosion, High Stakes Metal]
Now Conscience calls a "Checkmate!" blow!
From roots of lies, the death will grow!
The envious hopes have turned to dust,
Corroded by the rot and rust!
Behold him there, in shame so deep,
While angels and the heavens weep:
Among the fallen, stained and cursed,
Judas stands as Number FIRST!
[Verse 3 - Intense, Emotional, Slowing Down]
(Heavy guitar riffs return, slower tempo)
He sees the pain in Jesus' eyes,
Beneath the darkening, heavy skies.
The drops of blood on holy hand,
The parched lips in a desert land.
While all around, in mad delight,
The ecstatic faces haunt the night!
[Outro]
(Sound of 30 silver coins hitting the floor one by one)
Thirty...
Twenty-nine...
The Fall begins.
(Sudden silence)
[Intro]
(The sound of a tightening rope. A low, ominous heartbeat synth)
[Verse 1 - Slow, Menacing, Theatrical]
The garden waits for suicide’s embrace,
His corpse not yet defiled in that place.
Shame has not won the war against his breath,
Though like a crow, it pecks him toward his death.
The Gethsemane noose is not yet tied,
His vanity has not yet crawled and died.
His soul’s remorse is somewhere far away,
Lost in the shadows of the ending day.
[Verse 2 - Gritty Vocals, Increasing Tempo]
The soldier grips the silver, heavy weight,
While Christ is living still, defies his fate.
Born of the Virgin, standing in the heat,
No spear has pierced his side, no slow defeat.
He meets his death without a scream or cry,
Beneath the scorching rain of desert sky.
But Christ’s own blessing, given in the breath,
Becomes for Judas sentence to his death!
[Bridge - Distorted Bass, Cynical Growl]
The master of the sweet and poison kiss,
Now chokes on silence in the deep abyss.
With money of the sycophants and slaves,
He won’t survive the night, nor find the graves.
He couldn't bear the one who stood between
His hollow faith and things that can't be seen!
Not just betrayal—Revenge was his tool,
The bitter measure of a brilliant fool!
[Chorus - Epic, Screaming Melodic Metal]
Envy is the weaver of the Cross!
For winged words, it pays the final loss!
Not for the coins! For Christ's ability to fly,
To soar with rhyming wings above the sky!
A God of Speech, in divine gamma born,
Betrayed at supper, left to bleed and thorn!
For every billion, this old venom flows,
From ancient eras to the modern shows!
[Outro - Dramatic, Clean Vocals then Sudden Silence]
The High Priest is no villain—just a tool,
A weapon for the masses, gray and cruel.
The Poet is crucified! His crown of pain?
A masterpiece of PR! Purest gain!
Let Judas bear the brand, the shame, the stain,
While odes are sung to Christ in every reign.
But truth remains, through blood and holy fire:
A Poet’s only loved upon the pyre!
[Final Chord]
(Sudden cut-off. Silence)
+25+ THE COCKEREL’S COOP (The Dynasty Delusion)
[Intro]
(Sound of a rooster crowing, distorted and echoing. A playful but sinister circus-like piano melody starts, then gets crushed by a heavy industrial beat)
[Verse 1 - Cynical, Mocking Vocals]
You’re dying to know the "Why" and the "How"?
What’s hidden behind the Christian vow?
I’ll rip the mask from the rosy face,
The groomed and perfumed, full of grace.
But under the makeup? A corpse, cold and dry!
Forgive my words, but I won’t tell a lie.
I’m sick of the oil that leaks from the well,
Where truth is a prisoner, trapped in a cell.
A rooster is leading the eagles to fly!
The Eagle was crucified—isn't that right, guy?
[Verse 2 - Gritty, Rhythmic]
The Church is a hen-house! The Rooster is king!
Hear how the bird starts to preach and to sing!
God gave a voice to this feathered small thing,
Let’s listen to what his "divine" verses bring.
Oh, ladies and gentlemen! Look at the goal!
Imagination is taking its toll.
The crypt of the Savior, the bones of the line,
The taste of the Rooster is truly "divine"!
From comb to the tail, he is spinning the tale,
Of bloodlines and secrets behind the dark veil.
[Bridge - Fast-paced, Feverish Spoken Word]
I’m broadcasting madness! A scandalous play!
The heirs of the Savior are walking today!
The Frenchman is tearing his hair in surprise:
The Kings of the Gauls have the Christ in their eyes!
A royal dynasty, born from the Cross?
(While we in poor Russia just suffer the loss!)
A throne built on ironies, ancient and deep,
An economic ecstasy—while the sheep sleep!
[Chorus - Epic Symphonic Industrial]
An iconostas of the markets and trade!
The "Euro-Alliance" in shadows was made!
The panderers gather, the flatterers crawl,
Selling the lie to the backs of us all!
"Blah-blah-blah" they whisper, "Blah-blah-blah" they cry,
Feeding the world a magnificent lie!
The "Holy Throne" is a puppet’s design,
A game played by Nash in a spiral of wine!
[Verse 3 - Intense, Dark Cabaret style]
From Vienna’s high schools to the trash on the street,
Occultist madness and thorns of deceit!
The storm from the Academies rages and grows,
While faith is a secret that nobody knows.
They’ve built a high fence to keep truth in the dark,
A riot of questions, a flickering spark!
Was He a God? De jure? De facto? Who cares?
When planets are crashing and nobody dares!
[Outro - Slowing Down, Heavy Bass]
Why did we lose all our peace for this show?
What is the difference? Does anyone know?
(Sound of a heavy iron gate locking. A final, lonely piano note)
[End]
+26+ THE DUEL OF DOTS (Voltaire vs. Judas)
[Intro]
(Classical piano starts elegantly, but it's slightly out of tune. Sound of a heavy bolt sliding in a mental asylum)
[Verse 1 - Sophisticated, Sly Stalker Voice]
What insolent realities we face!
Let’s go to the hall, this wretched place.
There is a piano—I’ll play for you there,
Your stalker, your liar, with secrets to share.
Through Dante’s Hell, I’ll be your guide...
Madame, your lipstick has smeared on the side.
Yes, right here. Take my cloth, if you please.

Status means nothing when you’re on the floor,
Before the asylum devours your core.
[Verse 2 - Tense, Pointing to the Shadows]
Look there! Two fools in a desperate fight,
Since the day they arrived in this endless night.
They scream such nonsense, with fury and fire,
Watch out! They’ll kill in their mad desire.
Let’s listen to them from the safety of here:
One is Voltaire—and Judas is near!
[Dialogue Battle - Fast, Overlapping Vocals]
(Judas): "What is the difference? Can’t you see?
Voltaire! You’ve lost your sanity!
But I am sane! Your thoughts are deaf and dumb,
Fit for a housewife, or a circus scum!
It changes everything! The smallest sign!
It flips the meaning of the word divine!"
(Voltaire - Mocking): "And what does it change, my dear Judas, I ask?
Do you think the Bible was a holy task?
Sent down by a fax from the clouds above?
No! It was 'progress', but not out of love!
Since the dark ages, the text has been bent,
A thousand times edited, without His consent!
Approved at the 'Papal Syndicate' meets,
Born in the smoke of the Vatican streets!"
[Bridge - The Linguistic Climax - Heavy Suspense]
Mistakes in translation! A chaotic melting pot!
Corrected a letter—and the truth was forgot!
But maybe in that one letter... that mark...
Lies the handle of the sword that cuts through the dark?
Without it, the blade has no grip for the blow!
Listen closely! There’s something you must know:
[The "YO" Manifesto - Explosive & Intense]
In Russia, we have a letter called "Ё" (YO)!
Add two dots—and the world starts to flow!
Take the word PEREDOKHNET (передОхнет) — it means "They shall rot".
But add the dots: PEREDOKHNYOT (передохнЁт) — "A rest" is their lot!
One dot for life! One dot for the grave!
Without those dots, there is no soul to save!
Dvu-kh to-chek net—i "E" ne "Yo"! (Двух точек нет — и «Е» не «Ё»!)
The letter is dead! And the truth is... NO!
[Outro - Mad Piano Solo, Laughter]
A stroke of a pen... and the empire falls.
Welcome to the hall of the mirrored walls!
(Sound of a piano lid slamming shut)
+27+ THE RUSSIAN "YO" BOMB (The Great Remarque)
[Intro]
(The sound of a ticking clock, then a sudden explosion of heavy electric guitars. A rhythmic, driving march beat begins)
[Verse 1 - Strong, Narrator’s Voice]
This madmen's fight might be in vain,
But sparks of truth flash through the rain.
About this letter—this "YO"—this sign,
I’ll add a note, a sacred line.
Let’s leap ahead to the "Russian World",
Where flags of destiny are unfurled.
Since we have started, let’s be clear,
And add some spice to the banquet here!
[Verse 2 - Intense, Building Pressure]
Exploding the axis of the sky,
With a sudden jump, a battle cry!
In a land of "Maybe" and "By the way",
Where logic is cast in a different play,
The language bomb is set to blow—
The foreigner's brain begins to slow!
His mind starts sweating, trying to see
The twist of our phrase, our mystery!
[Bridge - Rhythmic & Aggressive]
The difference between a "twig" and a "bitch",
A linguistic trap, a hidden glitch!
What kind of gift will our grandsons bring?
What kind of blow will the "Grandpas" swing?
To uninvited guests of the grave—
No shame in the battle, the land we save!
From Ancient Hordes to the modern fight,
Holy Russia lives by the Prayer's light!
[Chorus - Epic, Ground-shaking Metal]
The ice of confusion begins to crack!
The World is reeling, there’s no turning back!
With the Russian «Ё» — they’ll take a rest — PEREDOKHNY;T! (передохнЁт)
Without it — they’ll all rot — PEREDOKHNET! (передОхнет)
One tiny mark on the paper’s face —
Determines the fate of the human race!
Determines the fate of the human race!
[Outro - Decisive, Heavy Chords]
The note is finished. It’s time for me
To return to the madmen's odyssey.
(Sound of a heavy church bell tolling once)

+28+ THE PANTHEON OF GHOSTS (Voltaire’s Lecture)
[Intro]
(The piano returns, now more rhythmic and stable, but with a sharp, cynical harpsichord edge)
[Verse 1 - Wise, Mocking Academic Voice]
So here we are, mid walls so white,
Where Voltaire shines his skeptic light.
"Of course," he says with a shrug of his hand,
"Jesus could walk upon the land!
A real man, a king of the game,
An Ace, a Joker, a world-class name!
The biggest 'Tuz' the world has seen,
A star upon the sacred screen!"
[Verse 2 - Fast-paced, Name-dropping]
"Just like Egypt’s Horus, bright and bold,
Or Dionysus, with tales of old!
In the company of Krishna’s dance,
Or Mithra’s bull, by a holy chance!
Attis is there! Your horizon is wide—
When you know the secrets the heavens hide!
When you remember where we are,
Among the constellations and the stars!"
[Outro - Pointing a Finger, Chilling Silence]
"But we, my dearest, are right here...
In this hall of madness, stone, and fear!
That’s how it is, my 'Judas' friend,
A story with a bitter end!"
(A sharp, short pluck of a violin string, like a taunt)

+29+
[Verse 1]
Among the twelve, I stand alone,
The first to cast the betrayal stone!
What a scandal! What a blow!
The ideal of faith, brought down so low!
I drank the poison from the glass,
I let the holy moment pass.
I killed Him with a single kiss,
To lead Him to the dark abyss!
Why would I need the villain’s gold?
A wiser plan I did unfold!
[Verse 2]
I merged with God in that dark hour,
He gave me this path, He gave me the power!
At the Last Supper, where faith was the law,
I was the one who saw the flaw.
Faith struck me down like a cholera's sting,
My premiere for eternity, the song that I sing!
A push to the cross, a shove to the end,
I was His partner, more than a friend!
[Bridge]
Andrew and Peter! John in the light!
Philip and James—Prometheans of right!
And I, among these simple fools,
The only one who knew the rules!
Bartholomew! Thomas! Matthew—the clerk?
A tax collector lost in the dark?
Where money flows, the theft will grow,
Are you the 'master' we need to know?
[Chorus]
James, son of Alphaeus—lost in the mist!
While I am the one who gave the Great Kiss!
Among the haters, I’m the lava, the fire,
The crown of deception, the master of hire!
I am the glory! I am the flame!
The one who burned bridges in Jesus’ name!
[Verse 5 - Soulful, Mournful, Acoustic Guitar starts]
(You'll have to read this truth I bear...)
The sweet revenge, a dark affair.
Incestuous sin, a weight of stone,
That ate my mind when I was lone.
But I redeemed it! Years of pain,
In prisons of the faith and rain.
For thirty years, I climbed the hill,
With water in my mouth, so still—
To water there a withered wood,
To prove my penance, if I could.
[Verse 6 - Building Intensity, Strings enter]
A young sinner, dreaming of a star,
I carried my burden, near and far.
And then, one dawn, the miracle came—
The staff began to bloom in His name!
I fell like a stone, I wept in the mud,
Filled with the faith, the spirit, the blood!
My scars, my gray hair—they mattered no more,
When I saw the blossoms, the holy door!
God had forgiven! He raised me high,
To be the path where His Son would die!
[Bridge - Heavy, Orchestral, Tragic]
Sent to the edge of the world’s dark line,
I found my aspen, my end, my sign.
I believed in the Son! I wore the mask,
To finish the terrible, holy task!
The noose was my payment! The rope was my bed!
Self-sacrifice! Lord, hear what I’ve said!
Accept my gift, my sacred breath—
I betrayed as You asked! Now give me my death!
[Chorus - Epic, Earth-shaking, Cinematic]
Accept me, Lord! My journey is done!
I followed Your word, I gave You the Son!
A traitor by rumor! A saint by the soul!
The one who took on the heaviest role!
The world sees the silver, the coins, and the lie—
But I am the Hymn that will never die!
I kissed His lips, I felt His grace—
Loving Christ more than my own face!
[Outro - Fading piano and bells]
Loving Him... more than my life.
The kiss of the end.
The blooming staff.
(Sound of the wind blowing through leaves)