Atheism and Satanism

Atheism and Satanism

“Atheism is a thin ice on which one man may pass safely, but a people will fall into the abyss.”
— Francis Bacon, 17th century


The Soviet crowd once took the dive —
In atheism’s dark abyss.
They tossed fake gods to keep alive
A shinier lie — material bliss.

The Darkness swaps its masks and names
To keep its nature veiled from view.
Each “path” it sells is just new chains
To lead the herd away from truth.

The inner Light’s beyond the frame
Of labs and books — it won’t be caught.
And lies, when told in Spirit’s name,
Are devil’s coins, deception bought.

They’ve sold “eternal life” for cheap,
And paved the path with sugar lies —
While demons laugh and secrets keep,
The whip of Satan sweetly flies.




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Sweet lies, sharp lash — the Devil grins.
Atheist chains, satanic sins.




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Permanent Devilry

“Worse than the order destroyed by revolution is the order created by it.”
— Bauyrzhan Toyshibekov


"Tsarist rule — a prison!" — true.
Then the Red Camp crushed us more.
“Revolution” — what it blew
Were graves for minds it dragged to war.

Lunacharsky's demon came,
Plugging “Bes-” in every phrase —
(Once it meant “without” in name,
Now it glorifies Hell’s ways).

Thrown into the melting pit,
The crowd obeyed, the slogans hissed —
Till every soul was steeped in shit,
And “communism” reeked of this.

Now it's back — the beast's encore:
Rashism dressed as tsars of old.
A wretched clown, a thug, a bore,
With minds in chains, their hearts gone cold.




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Rashism grins in Tsarist guise —
Same old demon, new disguise.




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Fake Diseases, or Marching to Hell

(“Open the door to ‘hemorrhoids’ — and the BEASTS are building the world again.”)


Let “hemorrhoids” in — and see
The beasts rebuild their grand fa;ade.
But the real disease is we,
And our minds — the path to God?

Not with “reason” dead and gone,
Where no doubt is left to stir,
And belief in Crap is strong —
So the world will drown in Blur.

In short — that’s all. The tale is told.
We're marching into Hell... in bold.



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No mind, no doubt — the lies prevail.
The beasts march in. We march to Hell.



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A Palace of Evil the Size of the World

“A craftsman sharpens his tools before beginning his task.”
— Confucius


Sharpen your mind for every deed
That doesn’t clash with soul or heart.
But fools, untrained, will let the seed
Of rot and madness take their part.

That rot comes dressed as “science,” “news,”
As lies that cloud the inner spark —
Until the soul itself they bruise,
And help build Evil’s palace — dark.

Each brick’s a fool. Each block — a lie.
And fools line up to take their place.
So seek your Light — don’t close your eye,
The wretched dark is near full grace.

Train your mind like tempered steel,
So beasts can’t trap you in their net.
Your path is yours, through pain made real —
To fight, to know, and seek the Light yet.



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Each fool's a brick in Evil’s hall —
Sharpen your mind, or you will fall.



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Fools of Pseudo-Science

Dogmatism. Mechanism.
Crackpot creeds in soulless prisms.
Fascism guides the foolish crowd —
Feeds them trash, proclaims it loud,
Drags them down, debased and blind.

Spirit's first. But once it's wiped,
The barking frauds — forever hyped —
Serve the cult of “Nothing’s real,”
All that’s left: dead tech and steel.

"Erase the soul!" the fascist screamed.
So came the lies, so nicely schemed:
Dogmatism. Mechanism.
Half-truths twisted into schism.

Add it up — this clever trick —
And man forgets what makes him tick:
The ESSENCE sold for shiny tech,
While Truth is thrown into the wreck.



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Soul erased, and lies infect —
Fools trade truth for tech and wreck.



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Almost About the Weather

Few are honest, few are strong,
Many blind and filled with wrong.
Why's the air so thick and foul?
MEDIA is everywhere — a howl

Of fools that grow with every year:
The poison of propaganda clear.
And if more subtle than the snake,
It still chokes all that we forsake.

Breathing’s hard, it’s almost done,
If you endure, then you're the one
Who sees the lies the creatures spout,
And feels your mind, a ragged shout.



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The air is thick with lies that churn,
The stench of media’s foul return.



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The Bedouin

A Bedouin amidst the ruins —
Like the desert, the city’s dead.
Buildings stand, but in their minds,
Despair and lies, the soul's dread.

Destruction of the mind comes first —
Then cities, towns, all burn.
The Bedouin’s just left with the curse,
If honest, fear’s his only turn.

He shuns the dark, the twisted sin,
Banned from food that feeds the lie.
Want the cash? Then break within,
And let the evil forces fly.

A Bedouin amidst the ruins —
How long must he wander, lost?
Among the obedient masks?
Not for long. Life’s the final cost.



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A Bedouin lost in ruin's tide,
In a world of lies, he cannot hide.



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Personal Hell
Or the Common Hell?

A fool is needed in Hell —
To submit, he’d gladly dwell.

Personal? Unlikely so —
Too much trouble, don’t you know.
To fall together in the fire,
A fool’s required to stoke the pyre.

And so the work begins —
They’re shaping it with grins.
The vile fools, with evil grin,
Now hold the reigns, they’re most within.

A fool will drag you straight to Hell,
Calling it “happiness,”
Killing Mind and Spirit as well,
With lies that make the soul regress.



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A fool will drag you down to Hell,
Calling it joy — a soul to sell.



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Office and Other Plankton

Confusion on Fridays —
Idiots off for the weekend.
The mad have joined the “plankton,”
And now it’s just the trend.

Work and drink. A pointless grind —
Your labor won’t be lost?
If you’re not a fool, then find
The plankton will pay the cost.

A digital camp, a prison cell,
Where plankton’s not required,
Now like moths they burn in Hell —
While Bedlam drinks and’s wired.



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Plankton works, then fades away,
In a digital hell, they pray.



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Clouds Drift from Afar

Clouds drift from far across the sky,
Or is it Earth's own breath nearby?
Just fables for the foolish mind,
"Science" — with reason left behind.

It always turns things in its way,
For that’s the task it must obey.
Say "YES" to intuition's call,
Forget the liars, one and all.



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Clouds or breath, it’s hard to tell,
Science spins its empty shell.



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The Bedouin

To escape the Madness' fray,
No chance — you'll die, come what may!
The creatures will within you slay,
But rise, awaken, see the day —

The Madness’ army’s everywhere,
The "ordinary citizen" —
Held by fear and lies, in care,
From childhood to their graying skin.

How to escape? Be alone,
Create while strength still makes you whole.
Like a Bedouin in desert’s bone —
If Reason’s still your heart and soul.



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Madness reigns, it’s everywhere,
Fear and lies — they bind with care.



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Flags, False Gods, and Other Things…

A flag,
A dart,
It pierced my heart.
A god,
Rotten,
Shat in my mind.

From FILTH
No hiding's found —
Be dumb, be vile, let fear resound,
Preferring Spirit’s daring sound.



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The "Pros" Don't Think — They Act

The "pros" don't think — they just act.
To think, for hired hands, is sin.
Those who do think, they suffer, cracked,
Among the fools who chase "success" in vain.

Only the meek and foolish ones,
In this world of sales, are promised gain.
The "pros" with brutish acts have done
The bidding of the monsters building Hell again.



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"We Have Freedom! Democracy!!!"

"Freedom!" "Democracy!!!" they scream,
Shout loud, on every post they hang.
Posters everywhere, the media’s dream,
Like priests, they spread deceitful slang.

They shove "faith" down like a puppet's string.
And fools believe, for lies always thrive
In a world for sale, where money's king,
The years go by, and lies survive.

They'll always pile on more deceit
Than ever before, that’s "progress" for sure.
The layer of Reason grows thin, complete,
As lies press down, the mind unsure.



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The New "Luminary" of Pseudo-Science

"Right" is granted through degrees,
A flood of murky publications spread.
And the new fool grips with ease
The gullible, as the world has fled.

Into pure nonsense, they believe,
Claiming to see progress, no less.
The whole "progress" in the media's weave
Revealed by CowID — the press of distress.

Each year, the evil grows stronger,
While the lackeys of false science claim,
They'll convince the fools ever longer —
The stupid servants of Satan's name.

If you're foolish, under Satan's reign,
Call the system whatever you please.
Now the fools, under the Russian pain,
Fight in the "revenge" war with ease.



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The Voice and the Whine

The voice of one crying in the wilderness —
It echoes through all times,
What’s changed? Now it’s just a whine,
Amidst the poor, foul grime.

And the "times" have vanished, disappeared,
Only timelessness ahead,
If lies have burrowed in, adhered,
Don’t expect progress to be fed.




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Cry Out, Wail, Even if You Perish

Cry out, scream, even in convulsions—
All are worth but a dime.
Telling an idiot, "Scum, awaken!"
Is in vain. CowID, war, this time

Has shown it all. Only the finale
Remains to be awaited, so near,
When the soul has gone, for the majority:
To serve the BEAST—one fate, one fear.

For serving Evil and forgetting
What we were meant to do,
The little world shall burn, regretting—
It’s rotted through and through.



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"Iron Men"

"Iron men" —
Salt shakers on a plate.
With that seasoning, the inhuman feast on us.
Their minds are barren:
Serving fools,
They can’t comprehend the commands of "attack!"



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The Path in Solitude

"I do not need the consent of others, but their soulful response."
Miguel de Unamuno.


A soulful response amidst Bedlam,
Where compliance is held in high esteem,
Is hard to find: the brutes love
To follow in the reins of "happiness."

Brains washed, spirits shriveled—
Among the rabble, there’s nothing to seek!
The path in solitude is not hard,
When you no longer care for responses.




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Overthrow to Hell through Dehumanization

"The power that rules to the detriment of the people is short-lived."
Lucius Seneca, 1st century AD.

Centuries have passed—Seneca is wrong.
To harm, with every age growing stronger,
Here reigns the brute. Their goal is clear:
To rid the world of humankind. We’re at the edge of days:

Only a moment from the incarnation
Of this hellish aim. But salvation lies
In Cataclysm—it will disrupt
The decay, and halt the fall.




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The Human Louse

The "modernization" of reason—
And madness became the norm.
False AIDS, CowID—a silly jest,
But if the mind is weak and worn,

Panic will arise. The muzzle
Showed us—seven-eighths are fools,
And Darkness' source is subtle:
A code of fools in chains and tools.

To enslave—the world with dullness
To collapse, then do as you please
With it. In slavery, generations
But to "happiness," the louse still seeks.




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Cinematic Heroes

Heroes serve the "good"—it's true,
Almost always a rotten regime.
They make films, sing songs anew,
About this tale, a thousand dreams.

With shabby props, "ideals" they push
To all the souls with hollow hearts:
If "ideals" are all they hush,
The mind within is torn apart.

Easier to push through heroes—
Korzhagin, damn him, sets the pace:
Look, the "communism" they impose,
And every pioneer takes his place.

The Yanks too have found their way:
"The Free World"—what a charming lie!
Heroes never miss the play—
And citizens... cheer as they die.