55 poems

Who’s the Beast?

A tiny kitten, small,
With fear inside its call.
Feed it — give it time,
And fire starts to climb.

But humans? Spawn of Hell,
From shadows where they dwell.
The cats look through the haze,
And judge who earns the “praise.”

Few deserve it, true —
Only Warriors do.
Warriors are rare,
So mankind’s doomed lair.

Human tribes are rotten,
Cruel, misbegotten.
Cats — the brighter kind,
Though fleas they sometimes find.

Fur does not enslave them,
Hell can’t misbehave them.
“Mind” of fools — disgrace,
More obsessed with prey’s taste.

So who’s the beast here, then?
This sick world of men —
Idiots serve Evil,
Bowing to the devil.

Cats stand on their own,
Humans mostly prone
To weakness, dumb, defeated —
Their song is done, completed.



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Cats are free,
Men bow to lies —
Beasts are those with human eyes.



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Cats defy,
While men obey —
The beasts wear suits and rot away.



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Cats — free.
Men — swine.
Hell is theirs, not mine.



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The Limit and the Fate

The clash of “mind” with “reality” —
Unbeatable? Yet it’s not there!
Reality’s just the insanity
That books and the media share.

We live in delirium’s spinning,
Each ring grows thicker, more tight.
Unless we shatter this prison,
We’ll sink into lunatic night.

How far can madness keep growing,
When “progress” is madness itself?
But they endure — if crumbs keep flowing,
Already herd, no trace of self.

The few who preserve the Spirit,
The Mind unbroken and true,
Can’t heal the world that inherits
The lies of satanic crew.

And “few” are barely existing!
If you endure — you obey.
If all you crave are trifles, glistening,
You’ve sold your soul away.

A slave! And slavery’s total —
You mask your delirium with stuff,
Your “consciousness” sick and mortal,
Your daydreams rotten enough.

Reality lives in Spirit,
All else is satanic disguise.
We rot as soulless beasts steer it,
Forever they blind our eyes.

But shame and slavery aren’t endless,
For all has a limit, a wall.
Drowned in delusion, fear, and madness —
Destruction will be the call.



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Reality’s lie,
The Spirit is true.
Slaves bow and die —
Destruction is due.



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Your “world” is rot,
A circus of slaves.
The end is the lot —
No master to save.



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Slaves of lies —
Fate: demise.



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Break the chains,
Or rot in fear —
The Spirit reigns,
The end is near.



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Spirit or chains —
Choose what remains!



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All bow to lies —
Destruction replies.



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Slaves feed the rot —
Spirit kills not.



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Rise, break the chains —
Let Spirit reign!



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Shatter the lies —
Slaves meet their demise!



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Bow not, fools —
Hell owns your rules!



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Human herd —
Doom is stirred.



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Rise, or rot —
Spirit’s not forgot.



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Worship fools —
The Spirit rules.



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Slaves persist —
Doom insists.



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Break the chains —
End the pains.



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Slaves of lies —
The Spirit defies.




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Bow or burn —
Fools never learn.



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Human herd —
Judgment stirred.



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Fools reign —
Spirit remains.




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Chains break —
Fools quake.



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Slaves choke —
Spirit spoke.



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Bow fools —
Doom rules.



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Rise, idiots —
Spirit riots.



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Fools fall —
Spirit stands tall.



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Worship fools —
Hell rules.



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Chains fall —
Spirit calls.



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Slaves groan —
Spirit alone.



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Fools kneel —
Truth won’t yield.



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Slaves rot —
Spirit’s not.



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Bow fools —
Spirit rules.



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Humans decay —
Spirit holds sway.



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Step Off the Track!

The distance ends, the race is done,
Though crossing the line was hard.
But if you’re not completely done
(You can’t stand tyranny’s card),

You’ll hardly make it to the end,
Or even run the stretch with pride.
The first to cross? The scum who bend
Life’s back and ride the tide.

And doping’s rule for vile and base:
Corruption fuels the lead.
The prize attracts a brazen race,
A needle feeds their greed.

Betrayal’s supercharged, aflame,
The asphalt burns — press on!
And fastest through the traffic came
The shameless, sham-filled spawn.

If wise — step off the track, withdraw,
Move sideways from the fray:
Avoid the profanation raw
That plagues the spiritual way.

The spiritual path — always aside.
The race belongs to freaks.
The crows have gathered at the finish line
Where madness rules the streets.



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Step off — the race is foul,
Scum have claimed the line.
Wisdom walks aside,
While madness feeds on time.



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Drop out —
The scum leads.
Side-step the fools,
And save your seeds.



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Step off —
Madness wins.



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Race for scum —
Wisdom’s numb.



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Fools sprint —
Spirit squints.



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Step aside —
Let Spirit guide.



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Race with scum —
Spirit’s numb.



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Step off —
Fools scoff.



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Fools race —
Spirit’s grace.



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Scum leads —
Wisdom bleeds.



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Step back —
Madness attacks.



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Race fools —
Spirit rules.



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Scum sprints —
Spirit hints.



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Fools run —
Spirit shuns.



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Step aside —
Madness rides.



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Fools race —
Doom’s embrace.



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Scum leads —
Spirit bleeds.



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Madness rules —
Wisdom fools.