66 poems

Paths of Knowing

Grotesque and gaudy scenes they draw —
"Reality" — a twisted fraud —
The "scientists" with minds of straw
Bring poison where the Spirit trod.

No Soul, no Fire, no sacred spark —
Just lifeless charts and sterile schemes.
Their world is but a festering dark
Of Satan's bureaucratic dreams.

The priests, the pundits, lab-coat ghouls —
All loyal dogs of Hell’s parade.
Their strongest skill? To fool the fools —
And keep the donkey's eyes well-shade.

For centuries, they weave the lie,
The common man — a walking ass —
They prod with fear and lure with pie,
And drive him down the cliff en masse.

The goats that lead are blind and proud,
Yet strut as if they knew the path.
This rotten boil will soon explode —
The Day of Light will strike with wrath.

You lost the Truth, forgot the laws:
The Soul comes first — the Mind obeys.
But donkeys bow to every clause
Of creatures spewing twisted praise.

Their only "truth" is lies and breeding —
The training’s deep, and starts from birth.
They keep the herd in blind stampeding,
While draining every drop of worth.

Don’t want to be a donkey? Fight!
Tear through the veil of rotting lies.
With introspection as your light,
Let questions in your Soul arise.

Defy the sludge they teach as fact —
Their "guidance" is a dead machine.
True knowledge is a living act —
No fool can guide where you have been.

My verses carry no disguise —
They're Soul distilled in sharpest flame.
Now pull the Creatures’ sting from Mind —
And cleanse the Source they try to maim.

From cradle till your final breath
They sting you with propaganda’s brew.
And yes — that poison lives beneath
The surface of what you call "you."

To cleanse the Mind must be the start.
Then add INTUITION — fly!
The brave alone unlock the Heart —
Without the Soul, you're born to die.



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Expose or Rot

Their truths are lies, their light is rot —
Break through — or die the slave you’re not.



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Marine of the Spirit

A flood of rotten chatter
From fear of empty skies
Was fed to you — but shatter
That filth, and hear the cries

Of Soul within. The swinefolk
Devour the pulp and slime.
To not become their kind — walk
The Spirit’s path through grime.

Decay is all around you —
Deceit, and fear, and fog.
The herd is blind — they hound you,
And worship every cog.

Their “consciousness” is darkness,
No depth, no light, no spark.
The torture of the heartless
Is hailed as progress — stark!

The world is bent and broken,
By fascist, demon hands.
Their words are poison spoken
To stain the sacred lands.

But if you dare and dive in
The silence of the Void —
A path begins, though drivin’
By dread you once employed.

You’ll stumble, cursed by phantoms,
Not conquer all in stride.
The sheep want quick enchantments —
A shortcut to their pride.

But in the Sea of Lying,
You must descend with grit,
To rise — a Spirit-Marine,
Who serves no shade but Wit!

You plunge like deepest diver
Into the core of fraud —
Then rise — a Truth survivor,
Awakened, raw, and awed.

If you don’t grasp the vastness
Of all the layers of lies,
Your path will break in pastness,
And never pierce the skies.

Go inward — Light is burning
Beyond what eyes can see.
The world is not for yearning —
You are the Flame to be.

At first you'll find but hollow,
But then — the Depth begins.
No sorrow left to swallow
Once Spirit truly wins.

The world’s reversed — their glory
Is truly Hell’s decay.
While heights, in ancient story,
Are Depths found on the Way.

So drink the slime, get sickened —
Let every falsehood die!
Be born again, and quickened
By Ocean vast and high.

The core of all beginning —
Desire — to seek the Fire!
The fool is ever spinning
In “light” that can’t inspire.

He walks the dry illusions
And chants of “Path” and “Grace” —
But God is no delusion
You’ll find in such a place.



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Dive or Die

Truth starts where liars drown.
Dive deep — or stay the clown.



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No Light on Land

The heights are found below —
Dry souls will never glow.



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Lullaby

If you trust the news,
If you chant their creed,
You’re a sold-out weasel
On the Devil’s feed.

Trapped in Incarnation —
This dumb world of pain,
Baptized in damnation,
Worshipping the Stain.

Satan is your “savior,”
And they call him "God".
Turn around — behold their
Lies in every nod.

Lies are all around you:
"Science", "faiths", "beliefs"...
Rot disguised as virtue,
Priests and murder-thieves.

No more land or nation —
Nothing left to feel.
Gone: love, trust, relation —
Only war and squeal.

Squeals of propaganda,
Stench and poisoned air.
Fiends in grand command, and
Rot is everywhere.

Traitors, fat and sated,
Smile while stabbing deep.
"Leaders"? Just mutated
Swine that herd the sheep.

Cattle made from children —
That’s their core design.
Soullessness is written
In their thin-spined line.

They shoot lies like rifles,
Fire through your doubt,
Kill the Soul in cycles,
Crush the Spirit out.

Even Earth is aching —
She is still alive!
And with Light she’s breaking
Darkness to survive.

There’s a higher order:
Sun ignites the flame —
Burns away disorder,
Torches every shame.

Human filth and Creatures —
Fascist to the core —
Feel the rising features
Of a Solar War.

No more dreams and screaming —
Let the fire rise.
Bye-bye, lies and scheming!
Burn, sweet lullabies.



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Burn the Lie

The Sun is rising — lies must die.
No lullabies. Just cleanse the sky.



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Sleep, Little Sheep

They sang you lies till you were numb —
Now wake — or perish with the scum.



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Break the Spell

Beyond the rot, a Fire calls —
Awake! The Soul breaks through the walls.



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Rise or Rot

The Soul breaks chains or dies in rust —
Transcend the lie — or bite the dust.



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Echo Beyond

Where all dissolves, the Light remains —
A silent spark beyond the chains.



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From Veil to Flame

Illusion fades — the Core stands true.
Go inward. Truth is born in you.



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Rot

Idiots aren’t coupons here —
They shear us, piling madness.
Fools build walls with doubt and fear,
Monsters set the trap’s badness.

Scarier than F;hrer’s face,
Is the herd that trusts the lie.
Culture’s crushed, no sacred place —
Only smoke where nations die.

An idiot might still wake,
Grasp a spark, resist the slime.
But most choose to feed and take,
Breed the evil all the time.

They choose to gorge, not think, not feel —
Embrace the Devil’s bribe.
To gnaw and grasp, their fate is sealed,
Pursuing vice alive.

The scum who sell their soul and flesh —
No longer men, but freaks.
Satan’s idols, cursed afresh —
Their reign lasts decades bleak.

Maybe more — who dares to know?
History’s depths are blind.
Everything’s a hollow show —
Darkness chains the mind.

Fake science shapes the present day,
Creates what suits their game.
Spreads lies in a brilliant way —
Look at CowID’s shame.

Idiots block our way,
F;hrer’s but a clown of night.
No peace here — just pens to stay
For cattle, masked as right.

Few wise remain — they fade away
Each day without a trace.
This rot must burn — no more delay!
The fire must scorch this place.

That fire comes from Sun’s own light —
It’ll burn this mad fa;ade.
But sheep won’t see, lost in their night —
The feast of lies goes on.

If fools obey the beast,
And dance their vile command,
The deeper grows the venomed feast —
The faster burns the land.

Sun and Earth are wise and true —
Fake science meets its check.
If madness reigns among the crew —
The end comes in a wreck.

No need for idiots here,
No traitors or vile pests.
Who rule in lies and endless fear —
All rotten, none are blest.



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Rot Burns

Rot spreads fast — the fools obey.
Burn the lies! Burn it away!



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The Harm of Nonsense

The harm that nonsense deals to minds
Can’t be measured, can’t be weighed.
Its trail is everywhere — it blinds,
Makes life a twisted masquerade.

Among the fools — the throng is vast —
CowID showed the glaring truth.
For centuries, the fiends hold fast,
And kill the Purest Mind of youth.

Where reason fails — the void takes hold,
And nonsense fills the empty space.
Where once stood humans, now the cold
Are beasts who lost their human face.

They build a Digital Camp
For all who grunt and blindly bleat.
Sick in mind, easy to stamp,
To scare, oppress, and then defeat.

They herd you out from stable stall
To "brave new worlds" of false parade —
Schwab and Hitler’s ghosts recall —
The end is near, the mask will fade.

Satan’s idol shows his face,
The world is lost to rotten craze.
No cure for this corrupt disgrace —
While waves of lies drown out the days.



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Nonsense Kills

Nonsense spreads — the fools obey,
Mind decays — no light, no way.



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Nonsense, Torment...

Miracles are strangers
To slaves of endless drivel —
They serve the lowest dangers,
Feed off the rotten evil.

The Wonder lives in Spirit —
They serve the foulest beasts,
The end link in the merit
Of food chains, cursed feasts.

Blind slaves, they call it fine,
Accept their narrow world —
“The rich oppress, but we’ll be fine,
Our joy will soon unfurl.”

If fattened up with money,
They think they’ve won the fight,
But trapped within that honey
Is endless, crushing blight.

No happiness is given
To slaves beneath the yoke.
You perish dumb and driven,
Your children bear the joke.



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Slave’s Fate

Miracle’s denied,
Slaves in drivel die.



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TNS-VP

“The world is a hospital for the incurably ill.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer


Dr. Mengele walks the grounds
Of this global death camp’s field.
False diseases, lost and found,
Mark the minds that won’t quite yield.

Tagged as “normal” by his hand —
Assets for his twisted game.
Once the rack and solder’s brand,
Now the syringe has claimed its fame.

Schopenhauer and Nietzsche’s lore
He studied close, learned it well.
A new breed stalks — they adore:
“Serve the Dark — or cease to dwell.”

The Dark revealed through CowID
Its cruel, vile, venomous face.
New kind — dumb pests breed
A charter Schwab will soon place.

Gates will lock a digital chain
Around the globe, no soul spared.
Plans packed in a massive case —
The herd awaits, prepared.



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Digital Chains

Serve the Dark or fade away —
Mengele’s heirs are here to stay.



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Revolt Code

Chains may bind the blind and meek —
But souls awake refuse to break.



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The Prigs

The prigs spread nonsense far and wide —
A polished little world they weave,
And justify with hollow pride
The “positivity” they breathe.

Their lies flow fast, a toxic stream,
From Darkness’ fools with tainted minds.
Their “perceptions” break the dream,
Youth’s promise twisted, blind.

That vow, like scouts’ absurd oath sworn,
Is fascism’s warped disguise.
Distorting minds from early morn —
Communism’s old reprise.

Few realists remain today,
Who feel the sting beneath the skin.
Lost through ages, gone away,
For wounds cut deep within.

The prigs won’t grasp this pain and dread —
Their path is easy, soft, and blind.
Realists walk roads steep and red,
Their work is dark, by lies confined.

To understand, to sever lies —
That’s the realist’s grim crusade.
But praise the filth, and meet your demise —
Your fate is set, your soul betrayed.

Censorship’s a ruthless game,
Always aiming sharp and cruel.
Clear minds targeted in its name —
Filtered water, twisted rule.

The prigs just scrub their image clean,
“Smart, strong, realist” they proclaim.
Living life within the screen —
Proud to play the perfect game.

Under Nazis pride was bred —
Hitler Youth’s proud, blind decree.
“Heroes” front lines — or early dead —
Death’s grim dance for loyalty.

The same repeats — the new regime —
Tamed monkeys lost their will.
Destroying dualism’s dream,
To silence truth and kill.

Dualism tears the mind apart —
Unless you’re one of prigs’ kind.
Prig? A fool with broken heart —
Believe, obey, stay blind.

The prigs will fall with rotten ranks —
Faces twisted by the night.
Satan’s spawn who hate the ranks,
For evil dims their “light.”

“Positivity” a mask to wear,
Hiding storms before they start.
The Earth will cleanse, the skies will tear —
The reckoning for every heart.



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Prigs Fall

Prigs scrub lies, but truth will burn —
Darkness falls, and tides will turn.



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“Savior on the Blood”

“Savior on the Blood”…
Tear your faith apart:
The fool believes in life
That never breaks or starts.

Only Hell is eternal.
The fool’s delight, you see —
Thinking this small world
Will fatten endlessly.

Hell will melt that fat,
And spread its stench around:
They’ll call it “holy oil.”
Pour your sins profound.

Break bread with flesh and blood —
Thankful, cannibal’s feast.
I’ve become a monster
Believing in such beast.

Take away “eternal life” —
The show, the empty cries.
A funeral for the mind,
The Spirit’s own demise.

Few will come enticed,
But lie about such “life,”
And hordes will rush in frenzy —
Hold fast! Brace for strife.

“Savior on the Blood”…
Think hard, don’t cry, don’t wait —
A dreadful turning’s near,
You stand before your fate.

Cataclysm will come:
World fascism’s sweep,
Sweeping all the slaves away —
Into eternal deep.



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Blood Savior’s End

Fools believe, but Hell’s the flame —
Slaves will burn, none left to blame.



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Writing Poems — A Grim Fate

To write true poems is a curse,
When honesty burns fierce and clear.
But spout the crap, and then you’re worse —
A tool for fools, lost in their smear.

A servant to the beastly herd,
Between their nonsense and the crowd.
You’ll simply be the worthless word
With rotten brains in drivel drowned.

Rot’s everywhere — to dig it out
Is task for many, poet too.
But now the bard’s a digging scout,
Unleashing chosen garbage through.

His crap just builds the shameful wall,
The stupid herd’s dull, fearful reign —
Where lies and chaos loudly call,
And ignorance drives minds insane.

Write with fury — ink is dead,
The old ways gone, they’ve had their run.
It’s time to write with TNT instead —
There’s just too much shit under the sun.

Blow up the filth — let come what may,
The herd’s not yours to worry ‘bout.
And when the crowd condemns your way —
You’ve broken free from rotten doubt.



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Blast the Rot

Poison spreads — tear down the wall,
Write with fire, or not at all.



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The Barracks, or “School”

Slave drills start in the barracks:
Searching “meaning” in the chains.
Cowards find their tyrant’s marks —
Call it “new regime” remains.

“We’ll build happiness in order,”
Every third one’s a star.
Driven by the media’s border,
Yet the pen is still a scar.

What we build’s a pigsty’s face —
All foremen to the wall.
But our bold Chief knows his place,
Knows the grander plan for all.

The state’s clean face is money,
Built on greed and hardened laws.
Cruel customs rule the colony,
Ranks imposed with iron jaws.

Crowds of hungry for their food,
Cheap goods, booze, and empty noise.
Who works hardest? Who’s subdued?
Where’s the firmest herd, the toys?

Doesn’t matter — slavery’s one,
Just in varied shades it shows.
Filth grows deep behind the sun,
Backstage where the darkness flows.

Changing rules like surgeons’ gloves —
For slaves, a growing storm.
Angry “demiurges” move,
Shaping chains in every form.



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Slave Drills

Chains tighten, media roars,
Slaves march on through pigsty doors.



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Lies Interceptor

You catch the lies mid-flight,
Tear them piece by piece:
“White threads” run through the blight,
But madness swallows peace.

Who needs it? Ask that later —
Then you’ll see the full decay
Of evil’s verbal crater —
Clear as night from day.

Look close at every thread:
Time’s always running thin.
No matter what’s said,
Nonsense seeps right in.

Turn on your intuition —
The key to judge the lie.
Destroy it — no omission!
New targets on the fly.

This hybrid war’s relentless.
Lies Interceptor — an eagle.
Spirit’s warrior, relentless,
While low are goats and feeble.

Those who trust the creatures’ word
Are worse than beasts themselves —
They build the pens absurd
For fools, the war’s dark shelves.



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Intercept Lies

Catch the lies — tear apart!
Keep your spirit, guard your heart.



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Foolish Relations

Unspoken weight drags down the ties,
In every troubled bond.
Obvious quarrels cloud the skies,
Yet deeper woes respond.

For masks collide, not true selves meet,
False images displayed.
Fools deck out lies with tricks discreet,
Deceit in grand parade.

Sobriety then takes its toll:
Beneath another mask,
Ego shatters — sudden roll
Like lightning’s cruel task.

Tension builds, then sparks ignite,
A shockwave swift and harsh.
The foolish mind, again, despite,
Blames partner — “scoundrel’s march.”

The cycle turns, repeats the pain,
Same bitter aftertaste.
When ego spins its selfish chain,
Truth and trust are replaced.

It breaks apart, the tension grows,
Silent, it swells inside.
The first sign — irritation shows —
Just when “happy” should abide.



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Ego’s Trap

Words unsaid, the poison spreads,
Masks and lies inside our heads.



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Independence of Judgment

Judgment’s always relative,
Bound by chains of age-old pain,
Artificial strife’s narrative —
Linking tribes, poor rich, in vain.

Books themselves can harm the mind,
Chains that trap the intellect.
Darkness spreads, corrupts, confines,
Through schools, through kindergartens decked.

The docile fool moves in line,
Learning promised paths to “win.”
But it’s all a cruel design —
A circus where the freaks begin.

Most are soulless, broken breeds,
Brains like jelly, mush and sludge.
Wrapped in “knowledge” that misleads,
Flooding lies like toxic sludge.

Burn those lies within your mind —
In that muck, no light will gleam.
True judgment’s yours alone to find —
Unshackled by the herd’s dumb dream.

Independence means to choose,
Answer all without their noise.
Most opinions are misuse —
Empty babble, void of poise.



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Think for Yourself

Chains bind minds in endless spin,
Break free — the truth begins within.



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So-Called “Culture”


“Miniature culture” —
Big forms weigh too much.
Literature’s buried deep,
Films and clips have the touch.

Idiots watch in droves,
The wise are counted few.
Culture’s death throes
Under fascist, satanic view.

Poets fade away,
Lost or drowned in the trash.
The last Reason fades
By homeland’s pitiful clash.

Total lies have spread
Across the global stage.
This “copper basin” dead
Will skin the soul’s last page.

They hear commands on air,
Rushing to break the last.
Serving, obeying without care —
Their way to live, aghast.

When survival’s the game — no art,
Just carrots for the blind.
With blinders on, they march to slaughter,
“Donkeys’ Paradise” signed.



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Donkeys’ Paradise

Blind fools march, eyes sealed tight,
Culture dies — they crave the bite.



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So-Called “President”

A Botox rat, a double’s mask —
A nightmare turned to real, grotesque.
No meaning dwells in this mad task,
Just vile nonsense, loud, grotesque.

That nonsense calls itself the “bonds,”
And bonds all with a broken clone.
For any sane asylum’s bounds,
It’s madness deeply overgrown.

This plague — a fog, a mental blight,
A monstrous conveyor belt of spite.
The wild grow few, subdued by lies,
Donkey’s blinders seal their eyes.



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Rat Clone

Botox rat, nightmare real,
Blindly trapped beneath the seal.



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Rashists

Kherson’s melons — no one picks,
The enemy lies on his belly, fixed.
Loving to kill, cold fascist scum,
Rashist filth — they’ll come undone.

But skies will clear above the strife,
Soon Dnipro’s crossing ends their life.



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Rashist Rot

Enemy sprawled, thirst for death,
Kherson’s fruits saved by breath.



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Rashist Doom

Lying low, they spill their hate,
But Dnipro’s flood will seal their fate!



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Rashist Curse

On bellies crawl, they bring the plague,
Kherson’s blood stains lies vague.
Fascist scum in shadows tread —
Dnipro’s wrath will drown the dead.



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Rashist Abyss

They crawl like worms, spawn death and dread,
Kherson bleeds — the cursed dead.
Fascist filth, a festering blight,
Drowned by Dnipro’s darkened night.

No dawn awaits their hollow cries,
Only silence ‘neath black skies.
The river’s wrath, cold and supreme,
Erases all their cursed scheme.



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So-Called “Doctors”

Quacks and puppets, singing praise
For fascist scum who bite with lies,
Believing stings are easier ways
Than marching forth with battle cries.

They lie and sting — death piles concealed,
Hidden deep, as always done.
In this foolish world revealed,
Genocide’s become the run.

Betrayal made the daily grind,
Executioner now wields the syringe.
In this world of fools confined,
They turn us all to cattle fringe.



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Quacks and Scum

Fascist dogs with poison lies,
Doctors turned to killers’ guise.



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The Task

The soul is worn, the body tired,
Despair has filled the mind’s expanse.
But one thing keeps the heart inspired —
Your task remains, not done by chance.

So bear the weight, do all you can,
The rest is fuss, mere fleeting pain.
When finished, then you’ll understand —
You’ll rest in peace beyond the strain.

For living here is dull and bleak,
But purpose grants the strength you seek.



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Last Stand

Soul worn thin, body weak—
Hold the task, don’t dare to break.



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Endurance

When soul and flesh grow tired and spent,
The unfinished task fuels intent.



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Don’t!..

Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t beg or plead,
Don’t wait, don’t blame, don’t lie or need.
Don’t crave, don’t shear, don’t burn with heat,
Don’t rage, don’t cry, don’t face defeat.



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No!

Don’t trust, don’t fear,
Don’t shed a tear.



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No...

Trust not, nor fear the night,
Beg not, nor seek the light.

Crave not flames that blind the soul,
Let silence keep you whole.



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No...

Trust not the whispers of the night,
Nor fear the shadows’ silent flight.
Beg not for fate to guide your way,
Nor seek the dawn to break your day.

Desire not the burning flame,
That scorches soul and fans the shame.
Resist the urge to rage or cry,
Let tears like rivers pass you by.

In stillness find the hidden fire,
Beyond the reach of false desire.
Embrace the silence, vast and deep —
Where secrets wake and shadows sleep.

No chains to bind, no gods to plea,
Just boundless, timeless mystery.



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The Hidden Chains of Slavery

Slavery’s “invisible” —
The world itself enslaved.
From childhood, fools “with greetings,”
Dumbed down, lost, depraved.

No borders can be found,
Except inside the mind.
Monsters hold the nations down,
In filth they bind.

Illusions rule the crowds —
So goes the centuries’ reign.
Creatures, from their heights endowed,
Spread sorrow and pain.

Behold the broken masses —
Slaves bred like cattle there.
Few have the strength to fight —
Fools dwell unaware.

They claim the “best of worlds,”
Where happiness abides,
Yet harsh to those nearby,
In fear the slave resides.

Before the beasts they quake,
Children on the block,
Raised for endless labor,
Victims of the clock.

All grievances replayed,
In minds not truly free,
Another fool will rise again,
To pass the chains endlessly.

To their own children’s ears,
A barrel full of lies,
Hiding doubts and wounds,
From lives spent hypnotized.

Slavery’s well concealed,
While mad slaves fill the ranks.
Amidst the herd of cattle,
The wise hold feeble ranks.



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Silent Chains

Slavery hides in plain sight,
Fools breed fools, lost in the night.

Voices wise are weak and few,
Among the herd, drowned through and through.



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Tractrix


Tractrix? No — a twisted snare!
A child’s mind is overloaded,
With nonsense, lies, a cruel despair —
To drag it down, deranged, corroded.

Words are picked to kill the spark,
To crush bright thought in hellish schools,
Where learning’s dark and grim and stark,
And thinking breaks the slavish rules.

The spirit crushed, the mind so frail,
All efforts in the adult world
End up consumed in endless jail —
A soulless drone, a fate unfurled.

The heartless consumer fits the throne,
Where rulers praise the weak and small.
If fragile minds are left alone —
The highest grade they’ll ever call.

The clever taught through tales complex,
More tangled every passing day.
Mathematics’ cruel reflex
For fanatics’ cryptic play.

From this harsh “school” you’ll rise by force,
Your fragile mind pressed, bruised, and torn.
Pseudo-knowledge holds its course —
The sacred bird of truth is shorn.

The world’s a spirit, not a sine,
No plus if minus dominates.
A minus minus draws the line —
The sum: a void that suffocates.

You’ll be nothing if you trust
The vile lies that chain your mind.
Lies total, condemned by dust —
Like bullets, falsehoods blind and bind.

CowID showed this cruel decay —
Lies killed many, darkness grows.
The fiends of night pursue their way,
By killing minds, the world’s repose.

Their goal achieved: a global hell,
A death camp looming close and near,
Where those who think will cease to dwell —
The mad condemned, consumed by fear.



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Tractrix’s Snare

Child’s mind trapped in twisted lies,
Crushed by darkness, thought denied.

Falsehoods reign, the spirit dies —
In this hell, all truth’s defied.



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The Final Age — The Age of Idiocy

Some time after fields of Moldavia
Were drenched in DDT and poison's sway,
A generation grew, school-aged, and
The schools for fools grew tenfold, they say.

Each year more children fall astray —
The nation frailer, duller grown.
A scheme unfolds in food and pills:
Silent poisons, seeds of bone.

Pesticides — a weapon's guise,
Not for pests, but for mankind.
A rotten breed, earth shudders sore,
Madness grips the fragile mind.

Insanity becomes the norm,
Yet vile efforts waste away.
Earth won’t bear this stench and dull,
Nor endless doom’s dismay.

Cataclysms will sweep this filth,
The age of idiocy’s come.
Flaming suns and magma rise,
Earth’s fierce heart will burn the scum.

Fools don't see the aphid’s plight —
Like fleas in dust, oppressed and crushed.
Try feeding fools with poison’s drip,
Carbofos better than rotten honey hushed.

The clouds grow thick, but fools remain
Blind to this poisonous, creeping pain.



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Age of Idiocy

Fields drenched in poison’s deadly rain,
Children grow numb — schools for the insane.

Earth groans beneath the toxic lie,
Madness spreads while fools comply.

Cataclysm brews — the final blow,
Only fire can cleanse this wretched show.



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The Last Century — The Century of Madness

Fields drowned in poison, silent and cold,
Children born broken, the weak and the old.
Schools for the fools now rise tenfold,
A plague of dull minds, a nightmare untold.

Earth trembles beneath the weight of decay,
Madness like shadow steals reason away.
A generation twisted by venom’s embrace,
Lost in the void of a hollowed-out race.

Insanity blooms as the norm of the day,
Vile creatures sow lies, but Earth will not stay.
Cataclysms rage, fiery wrath will descend,
To purge the corruption, to bring this to end.

Fools remain blind to the poison they feed,
Like fleas doomed to perish, enslaved by their greed.
The skies grow heavy with ash and despair—
Only fire’s judgment can cleanse the foul air.



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The Final Century — The Reign of Madness

Fields drowned in silent death’s embrace,
Children born to rot, devoid of grace.
Schools for the broken, halls of decay,
A plague of lost souls, stripped away.

Earth shudders beneath the poison’s curse,
Madness spreads — a slow, relentless hearse.
Minds unravel, sanity torn,
In the shadow of lies, humanity’s mourn.

The norm now insanity’s cold breath,
Vile fiends weave threads of death.
But Earth will not endure this blight,
Cataclysms rise to end the night.

Fiery magma from her core will burn,
Ashes of ruin, none shall return.
Blind fools swallow the poison fed,
Like fleas on a corpse, chained and dead.

The sky chokes on smoke and screams,
Nightmares invade their fractured dreams.
Only the flame can cleanse the stain,
In fire’s furnace, rebirth from pain.



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The Last Century — The Age of Decay and Madness

The earth convulses beneath poison’s shroud,
A generation born hollow, minds unbowed.
Schools of the broken, temples of despair,
Where souls wither in poisoned air.

Madness seeps into the marrow of time,
A creeping void, a deathless crime.
Reason drowns in a sea of lies,
As shadowed puppeteers tighten their ties.

The plague of fools swells, a vast dark tide,
Blinding the world, swallowing pride.
Yet beneath the rot, the core still burns,
Awaiting the moment when chaos turns.

From magma’s depths, the fury will rise,
A cleansing fire under ashen skies.
Despair’s heavy cloak will finally tear,
Revealing a spark in the fetid air.

Fools chained like fleas on a corpse decayed,
Enslaved by poison, blindly betrayed.
But from the abyss where all seems lost,
A silent whisper, a spirit’s cost.

Destruction’s veil, a doorway wide —
Beyond the ruin, the soul’s true stride.
The last century’s dark and twisted breath
Is but the passage through shadow to death.

And from that death, a new dawn born —
The phoenix from ashes, the shattered torn.
For even in madness, despair, and night,
Burns the eternal ember of light.



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The Last Century — The Age of Mad Decay

The earth convulses under poison’s reign,
A generation born hollow, drowned in pain.
In halls of broken minds, the lost reside,
Souls consumed where shadows hide.

Madness spreads like a creeping blight,
Feeding the void, devouring light.
Reason, crushed beneath lies’ weight,
Fades slowly into endless night.

The plague of fools swells, a ravenous sea,
Blinding the many, shackling the free.
Yet beneath the rot, the core still burns,
Awaiting the moment when fate overturns.

From magma’s depths, the fury will rise,
A cleansing fire beneath blood-red skies.
Despair’s black cloak will be torn asunder,
Revealing truth beyond the thunder.

Fools enslaved, like fleas on corpse decay,
Beguiled by poison, lost on the way.
But in the abyss where all seems dead,
A whisper stirs — the soul’s thread.

Destruction’s veil, a threshold wide,
Passage through shadow, where spirits hide.
The last century’s dark, maddening breath
Is but the crucible of death.

And from the furnace of ruin and flame,
Emerges rebirth, the spirit’s reclaim.
For even in madness, chaos, and night,
Burns the eternal, undying light.



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The Last Century — Alchemy of Madness and Ash

Beneath a poisoned sky, the world decays,
A crucible where innocence betrays.
The children born of chemical embrace,
Wander lost in a shadowed place.

Their minds — eclipsed by veils of blight,
Fools dancing blind within the night.
Schools turned crypts where reason dies,
Truth buried deep beneath false skies.

A harvest reaped of poisoned seed,
Where lies are sown and madness feeds.
The plague of ignorance spreads like rust,
Ashes gather in silent dust.

Yet in the heart of this abyss,
A spark endures — the soul’s own kiss.
The ancient fire, long concealed,
Waits beneath the wounds unhealed.

From magma’s forge, the old world breaks,
Flames consume the web of fakes.
Despair’s dark shroud will rend apart,
To birth anew the purest heart.

Fools remain like fleas on rotted flesh,
Bound by venom’s silent mesh.
But death’s embrace, a sacred door,
Unveils the light at spirit’s core.

The final hour, the dark descent,
Is but the sacred alchemist’s intent.
To turn decay to golden flame,
To cleanse the soul, to break the chain.

Through chaos’ storm and shadowed pain,
The phoenix rises once again.
For even in destruction’s night,
Burns the eternal, blazing light.



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Mad Pendulum, or There Is No “Golden Mean”

To hold the balance — you must fly TO THE EDGE,
Then turn back, to rein the swinging gauge,
To push the boundary far away,
But here’s the truth I must convey:

The middle ground is just decay,
A place where spirit falls away.
If halfway through you stop your quest,
You fail your Muse, deny the rest.

“Hell” and “Heaven” — edges sharp,
The pendulum swings wild and dark.
To balance is an art severe:
You’re “happy” or “unhappy” here —

That’s secondary, the flame
That drives you through this risky game.
Control the flight with fiery might,
So deeds, not words, prove what’s right.

Don’t fear to crash and break apart,
If on the last beat you depart
From “hell” and “heaven,” push the line —
Your breakthrough marks the grand design.

Break past the edge — the rest is noise,
Such flight’s no path for timid boys.
Don’t gauge your balance by fools’ rules —
“Cold thought” won’t save the wise or jewels.

Only your instinct, sharp and true,
Will help you find your rhythm through.
And if the pain becomes too great,
In middle ground you can await.

So take your flight, come what may be.
Trust only in your own heartbeat.
The crowd will judge — as crowds will do —
For rhythm dies where minds are few.




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The Mind’s Forshmak

“Buy and find; sell — lose.”
A proverb old and true.


The mind’s fors’hmak fills with lies
And fear, a bitter stew.
Sprinkled faint with hopes for “new,”
To make the fog endure, the dread pursue.

Exploiting hope is ancient craft —
As old as this foolish earth:
New fools are born to serve the past,
Old idols given false rebirth.

With rosy dust they’re lightly dressed,
As “trendy” now, then crushed again
By “wisdom” of the idol’s jest —
The source of every system’s pain.

Abstract ideas serve as gods —
Like idols false, revered by all.
Take “crapocracy” for example —
Absurdity that makes you fall.

You buy — you sell your very soul,
Yet purchase nonsense, dust, and waste.
But most important now is this:
To heed the media’s embrace.

They serve the powers, sly and cold,
As CowID revealed the scene —
A phantasmagoric world unfolds,
With scum on screens, unelected fiends,

Who rule the people through commands,
Their “advice” masks brutal might —
The festering sore of false democracy,
A foul and endless blight.

The mind’s fors’hmak gets new layers,
As scum designs the “new world’s” face:
Fake diseases resurrected,
Where “care” means death in cold embrace.