63 poems

Without Measure

“Know your measure” — in the gray,
Gray as world — so dull, so small.
From their icons sulfur drips,
And the brazen rise, who brawl.

“Up” is DOWN — all lies, chimera,
Little sense to rot in line.
Scorn their “measure,” burn it clearer:
Only burning makes you shine.

If in fire of creation
You ignite and blaze away,
You won’t fester as damnation,
Only silence makes you clay.

Genocide has long been soaring,
Stupidity the law they preach.
Hammer, anvil — both imploring,
That’s the fate of those who reach.

So then strike without a measure:
Die, yet save your soul from chains,
Where new Pol Pots build their treasures,
Breeding lies in zoo-like plains.

Zoo — the world became its copy,
Stacked as “beast on beast” it stands:
Savage, wretched, bleak and sloppy,
Rotting under tyrant’s hands.



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Burn without measure —
Silence is rot.
Die for the Spirit,
Or live as a blot.

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Up is down, their gods are lies —
Only fire makes you rise.

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Hammer strikes, the truth is raw:
Burn — or rot beneath their law.

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World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains, or be the feast.



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Only fire makes you rise —
Smash their lies, or burn alive!

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World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains — or be the feast!



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The Quality of Assholehood

“Quality”? — It’s assholehood!
The fool just spits out trash.
The idiot in servitude
Swallows lies for cash.

“All is fine,” “progression,”
Stuffed into their pants.
Pressing lies’ obsession
Fuels the warlike dance.

Sharper than a launcher,
Propaganda roars:
Crowds enraged like vultures —
Thrown into the wars.

“Quality,” “health measures” —
Spells to keep you dumb.
CowID showed cattle’s treasures,
Truth as icy numb.

Only lies have “quality,”
Goebbels is outdone.
New deceit’s monstrosity
Chokes minds one by one.

Brains dissolved in masses,
Or is it just herds?
Vegetables with horns for “gods”
Bleating empty words.

“Quality” on farmland —
Newest narrative.
Putler’s fine, they’re all glad,
Idiots still live.



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“Quality” is shit in gold —
Cattle bought, and cattle sold.

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Progress? Lies! A tyrant’s feast.
Wake — or die a branded beast.

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Goebbels’ ghost is overrun —
Putler smiles — the herd is done.

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Health, “progress,” sacred chants —
Chains for slaves in cattle pants.



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So-Called “Patriotic Poems”

“At four years old we give the child a flag,
and he enters our processing,
which continues until his death.”
— Hermann G;ring


A preschool girl in uniform,
Reciting “patriotic” verse —
That fascist sting becomes the norm,
The propaganda’s mad, perverse.

Its howling tide floods every mind,
Worse than gallows, worse than rope.
Drowning there, no soul you’ll find,
Death alone would give you hope.

Execution saves your soul,
But bowing down to slime — you’re lost.
Serving filth becomes the goal,
And damnation is the cost.

Goering, Hitler, Goebbels, all —
Have been surpassed with ease today.
Mindless masses heed the call
Of a counterfeit decay.

This rabble mirrors Hitler’s crowd,
But smaller, meaner, fouler spawn.
What remains of Spirit’s proud
Is chased away — defiled, withdrawn.

Until the soul is but a fly,
Buzzing over dung and waste,
Trampled, twisted, left to die,
All its honor laid to waste.



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A child with flag — a soul enslaved,
By lies of tyrants, darkly paved.

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Better die upon the rope,
Than bow to filth and kill your hope.

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Their “patriotism” reeks of war —
It’s fascism, rotten to the core.

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Spirit’s gone — the herd obeys,
Buzzing flies on dung’s decay.



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Pain Management

Spread the pain of loss in layers,
Salt of life through even days.
Want to rise above the players?
Rule your fate — not pain’s decay.

Pain’s the core of all directing,
Far too much to bear alone.
Turn again, again, reflecting,
To the Heart — not to the throne.

Heart discerns the pain from falsehood,
Selfish roots of every fall.
Chains of ego, masks of false good,
Drag you downward most of all.

Shock is lethal — leads to breaking.
Learn to strip its mask away.
No, you won’t unmake their faking,
But who cares what herds obey?

In this upside-down world’s measure,
Keep the Heart’s clear wisdom whole.
End the fate that breeds displeasure,
If creation fuels your soul.

That alone is goal and meaning,
All the rest is empty sound.
Vermin grind their lies unceasing,
Killing herds that crowd around.

Vermin, herds — their pain is towering,
Once you see, you understand:
Only through creation’s flowering
Spirit breaks the iron hand.

Scrape the layers, fuel the fire,
Turn despair to gift, alive —
From infernal hell’s quagmire,
Comes the Heart’s fierce BREAKTHROUGH drive.



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Pain’s no prison — make it flame,
Turn despair to Will’s true name.

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Scrape the wound, ignite the fire —
From the pit, break out, rise higher!

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Only Heart can cut the chain —
Mind just multiplies the pain.

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Vermin preach, the herds obey —
Create — or rot and fade away.



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The Kid Goat and the Digital Camp

There once was a cartoon, cheery,
Every beast was counted fast.
Panic swept them, dumb and weary,
But the numbers saved at last.

Counted — yes, that much is certain.
Saved? Of course not, don’t you see?
Digital camp locks the curtain,
Prison dressed as “security.”

Simple fools expect devotion,
CowID showed them the lie:
First cartoon prepared the notion —
Next time herds are tagged to die.

“Plagues” were drills, rehearsals, fiction,
Idiots convinced with ease.
Chewing lies without restriction,
Begging, “Master, feed us, please.”

Further grinding, harsher, faster,
Regression speeds its grim finesse.
World is sinking into bastard
Depths of fraud and sham’s duress.



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Counted, tracked, a digital pen —
Prison hides the fool again.

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Cartoons train the herd to kneel —
Feed the lies, forget what’s real.

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CowID marks the weak, the blind —
The camp awaits, their souls confined.

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World grows cruel, deceit runs deep —
Resist, create — don’t rot asleep.



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Clinging and Slaughter

"It’s not your self that binds you in Samsara, it’s clinging."
— Tilopa


Lies and horror — do you cling
To this filth? Go on, embrace!
With false hopes you’ll maul the mind,
Drive the last wit from its place.

That’s the outcome, clear and stark.
The world insane, almost all.
Satan reigns as god of dark,
Praises lies and pride’s cruel thrall.

You’re proud, you’re lazy, if you trust
The infernal, foul abyss.
The fool is lucky, first to lust
In this shit — the clown’s own bliss.

Only pigs enjoy their feed
Laid in dung, a simple chunk.
But you cling to bottom’s creed —
It’s called madhouse, foul and drunk.

Global madhouse, clinging, schizo,
All consumed by its own rot.
It ends in slaughter — CowID shows,
Its plan partly, now you’ve got.

Further still, the chaos grows,
Most are victims here, it seems:
“Epidemics” stretch, war flows,
Triumph of vermin, crushing dreams.

Cling — and you’re a partner then
In fascist power, vile and sly.
Or simpler — just a wretched,
Pathetic, utterly doomed guy.



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Cling to filth — you feed the beast,
Join the slaughter, feast by feast.

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World’s a madhouse, lies run free —
Cling, and you’re part of tyranny.

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CowID shows the plan is done,
Cling — and you bow to every scum.

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Pride and laziness enslave,
Cling, and you become the grave.



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Disposal of Fools

War approaches — and CowID,
The “country” crawls, half-dead in mind.
Two-thirds are fools — the mask shows it,
Is death the cure that fate designed?

The disposal drags on, long and cruel,
A year gone by — when comes the end?
Even hell’s veil lifts, breaking rule —
Apocalypse nears, no chance to mend.

Cataclysms blaze — the Sun grows bright,
Fascism shoves enema thought.
Fools receive them in their fright,
Countless, cruel, all carefully taught.

Cows fart, fools “accelerate,”
Multiplying CowID’s reign.
One enema — science will justify,
The crowd consumes it without strain.

Disposal of fools — the wise left thin,
What grows instead? Tyrant’s might.
Fascism shakes the corrupt world in,
Dragging all into trembling fright.

The remnants of the smart may last,
Darkness can’t reach them yet,
Cataclysm speeds — the die is cast,
And fascism’s folly will be met.



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Fools are counted, fools are fed,
Apocalypse marches — the smart aren’t dead.

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CowID rules, the herd obeys,
Fascism thrives through endless craze.

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Cataclysms blaze, the Sun grows bright,
Fools get enema, minds in fright.

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Dispose the fools — the tyrants rise,
Only wisdom may survive their lies.



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The Carrot

How many times has Death passed me by?
Countless — the sum eludes my eyes.
Pseudo-life bent me low to try
To reach the “norm” — the very bottom’s lies.

Here the bottom is the “norm,” the scum
Rule the madhouse, global, vast.
But subtle Reason stands apart,
Those sane are rare, exceptions cast.

The madhouse aims to kill the soul,
If true, the world’s a sarcoma spread.
Only fools can claim a role —
Living here is living dead.

I’ll send pseudo-life to hell —
No more bending to their dung!
I turned my mind to guillotine,
The blade resides where it belongs.

Destroy your clinging to the pit —
All else is nonsense, all is taint.
Will you find “joy” in this? A trick!
The CARROT, gentlemen — quaint.

Not a carrot, but Pure Spirit’s light
If you’re illumined, take the stand —
You won’t die a dung-fly’s blight:
Resistance is the Law at hand.



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Bend no more to dung and lies,
Strike the pit — let spirit rise!

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Pseudo-life be gone, I swear,
Carrot’s trick? Resist, beware!

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Madhouse rules, fools crawl and rot,
Stand with Spirit — take your shot!

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Death may pass, but I remain,
Pure will breaks the tyrant’s chain.



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Retribution

Nine lives a cat may hold?
But vermin poison, kittens fall
Like flies, their fate cruelly told —
Scum, your reckoning will call!

The fiend shall die, return no more
To human world’s deceitful throng.
Fiends belong in shadowed floor,
The Shadow World endures too long.

This world creeps back upon the Earth,
To idiots, rotten Satan’s king:
In forms diverse, insane, perverse,
They crown the filth, and praise the sting.

Decorate the rot, they’ll call
It holy — madness in their sight.
Uproot the stumps, sow something whole,
That’s the task the Cataclysm writes.

If fascism wins, the Light prevails,
Its power shatters dark’s disguise.
The Sun grows stronger, none assails —
Though asses rage with angry eyes.

Intuition yet remains alive,
Stumps burn, the old decay removed.
When rot recedes, new grass will thrive,
And life restored, the world renewed.

The world’s decay — the kittens show,
In hell of evil, fools shall pay,
Blood and retribution flow,
For those who in the darkness stray.



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Vermin die, the cats survive,
Shadow world won’t hold the wise.

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Rot decorated fools call “holy,”
Cataclysm strikes — the world turns solely.

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Fascism falls, the Light prevails,
Kittens live while evil fails.

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Stumps will burn, new grass will rise,
Blood for fools — the just despise.



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The Second Shameful War

It wasn’t folk, nor sacred fight,
But pitiless, rootless scum.
It set the white tribes alight,
For them, our blood was merely some.

White races stuck like bones to throat,
They crave biomass, a handful of fools.
Russians, Germans — nightmare they wrote,
They want only natives to fuel their tools.

Strike the best in the planned-up war,
Soon the hovels teem with filth and scum.
A world of fools, rotten core,
Where fascism turns all to dung.

Fascism — not just Hitler’s hand,
He’s but a puppet master shuffling the crowd.
The rabble, always ready to sell their land,
Will exterminate anew, unbowed.

Now this rabble dons a coat —
A teacher, doctor, all the same.
Ever ready, plotting note,
To finalize the dull world’s shame.

A world ruled by fascist lies,
Will be slain by fake-virus scourge.
Stupidity — the outcome’s prize
Of the next silent war’s dirge.

Poisons spread, weak and slow,
DDT and filth in tons were cast.
Not the pests, but humans to overthrow,
Brains poisoned, minds made vast.

From this wax, a camp can rise,
A digital hell, no guns required.
Masks on fools, amidst the cries,
Injecting death while panic’s fired.



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Strike the best, the fools remain,
Fascism thrives, the world in pain.

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Poison brains, mold waxen men,
Digital camps will rise again.

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Masks on fools, injections spread,
Panic fuels the living dead.

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Stupidity rules, the rabble thrives,
Only Heart and Spirit survive.



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Shit

No trace of human form remains
In this valley long ago:
Centuries of hellish chains,
Endless suffering made man into shit below.

This shit spreads everywhere,
Destroying nature, soul, and sky.
Here total control is laid bare,
Not over men, but over all that lives by.

The few who dare to rise and fight
Can do no more than scattered spokes.
Like wheels unseen in endless night,
Their tiny sparks are all that hope evokes.

We are all guilty, each and all,
For breeding fools, for servile cheer,
For bending always at the call,
For pretending chains aren’t near.

We like the petty, tame, mundane —
The comfort of towns, the city’s cage.
We harbor grudges, feed the pain,
Mocking those who see the stage.

We cannot grasp that slavery here
Is long the core, the basic law.
Thus vulgarity spreads far and near,
And the world goes mad in awe.

Don’t claim the best have always known,
Fought to make a brighter day,
Refusing fate’s malicious tone —
Roses in a vat of shit, they say.

The threats unseen by all but few,
For in number lies the tyrant’s power.
“Big numbers” — all that counts for you,
The roses drowned in filth, they sour.

Even in nature, it occurs:
Where walruses dwell in polar night,
No flower grows on ice that blurs,
No garden thrives in barren blight.

The shit knows no such law,
Its scope unchallenged, wide and grim.
Animal order rules the psyche’s maw,
Humans rare — the rest are dim.

And when the cesspool finally dries,
The Sun asserts its might.
Hence the fight with fake-virus lies,
The scum trembles, shaken by the light.

The inhuman dread the coming end,
Hoping to cut down the herd of slaves.
They cannot hold them, cannot bend,
Too few subterranean caves.



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Man is shit, the fools abound,
Sun will rise, the truth is found.

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Chains break, the cesspool dries,
Scum trembles under brighter skies.

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Few resist, the rest enslaved,
Animal order, minds depraved.

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Roses drown in filth below,
Only Spirit makes them grow.



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Creativity

Creative souls are always trapped
In this corral of endless strife.
Like lice upon a platter snapped,
Their lives are trouble, pain, and knife.

Only corporations seem to make,
Their top is fraud, a killing art.
They crush the mind for profit’s sake,
Giant intellects torn apart.

They too will perish, slaves in hand,
Misfortune clings, no time for cheer.
Poets scribble for their own land,
Saving moments, mourning near.

Honest writers write in secret rooms,
If not traitors, if lines are strong.
Publications online — like tombs,
Without promotion, all goes wrong.

Few readers come, like birds in sky,
Only water, only air.
Composers laugh, the insects spy,
Worse than inquisitors’ cold stare.

This pest will kill all budding skill,
Fools embraced to choke the best.
Only whores fascism will fulfill —
No jokes remain; war’s in full zest.

Wars to erase the mind in vice,
Battles to annihilate the soul.
Rise, talents, for the final fight,
Though small we are, the dark won’t toll.




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Creative minds rise, don’t kneel,
Darkness strikes — but we are steel.

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Fools embraced, the pest prevails,
Yet Spirit fights, it never fails.

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War to crush the mind and soul,
Talents, stand — reclaim control.

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Corporations kill, the dark expands,
But we will rise with our own hands.



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Rowing, or Running the Global Madhouse

Bravo! Bravo!! We’re all right!!!
Row for yourself, be bold, take sway!
Better to act within the horde —
It’s easier, richer, this way.

Only the strong are truly right,
With wild pack we drag it all.
With howls, screams, insults, spite,
We force the weaker to our thrall.

We crave the show, the flashy guise,
Without it, scum is all we are.
In fear, in foolishness, in lies,
A stronger voice commands “get far!”

We tuck our tails and fade away,
For all the flash is done and spent.
At last, the truth we cast — and prey
On the weakest, for we are beastly bent.

Dullness, filth, the world obeys?
The inhuman rules; we are the mask.
The world beneath becomes a maze,
Where “above” is sold, a villainous task.

Only he who climbs will rise,
Escaping Hell in fleeting grace.
We’ll torment humans, wear their eyes,
No topic left, no hiding place.

Topics trickle down from high —
CowID reveals it all:
Today, they kill with lies,
While shame remains outside the hall.

We are the selling bastards here —
Judas seems a god to praise.
All else is jest, a trivial sneer,
Screens spew lies, the epilogue plays.

The epilogue will come at last —
The limit of decay draws near.
No hiding in the burrows past
For fools, the weak, the ones who fear.

The brave, the wise, the spiritual
Will find salvation in the end.
But for now the “supreme chief”
Is a selling idiot — world to bend.



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The strong take all, the weak obey,
In this madhouse, scum holds sway.

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Show and flash, the fools all fall,
Only Spirit will outlast them all.

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Lies kill fast, the coward hides,
Brave and wise will turn the tides.

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Supreme chief? A selling clown,
The world decays while scum holds crown.



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Grotesque World

The “animator” went insane —
A grotesque world he drew:
If you’re not half-mad in that plane,
The grotesque will swallow you.

If you are sensitive, sincere,
Then trouble quickly comes your way:
Thick-skinned fools and demons near
Will feast on you, fresh prey today.

If too subtle, finely tuned,
Precise in thought, careful, shy,
The idiot and the rogue impugned
Will tear and trample — here you lie.

If spiritual — that’s never pardoned,
Your song is sung, and swiftly done.
All around, the wild absurd
Bears down — the fight’s begun.

Reject the filth? You’re insane,
They’ll shove you into madhouse walls.
Dare not be dumb? They chain your brain,
Against you here, the world enthralls.

Yet with your head, your Spirit rules,
You live despite the savage tide.
With Spirit’s flight, beyond these fools,
You may ascend, the path your guide.

The path is closed for paper flies,
Drawn and doomed, their fate is sealed.
Grotesque World ends — no compromise,
Reason gives way, Spirit wields.

Wings of Spirit — rise and soar!
The mad world dies — but you explore.



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Grotesque world will crush the sane,
Spirit flies where fools remain.

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Sensitive, sincere — they’ll devour,
Only Spirit holds the power.

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Reject the filth, they call you mad,
Rise with Spirit — never sad.

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Paper flies die, the mad world ends,
Spirit’s wings — the path transcends.



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Disinfection of the Earth

Disinfection sweeps the land —
The whole Earth under the hand.
Though the inhuman prowls about,
The purge of lice will root them out.

All bipedal and horned will fall,
A New World waits for the call
Of those few for whom Spirit reigns,
Their reward beyond the chains.

To New Hell cast the vile and traitors,
It’s time for truth, not liars’ narrators.
No burrow deep, no underground city
Will save you from deception’s pity.

While fools still “slumber,” beasts dig unseen,
CowID kills with methods mean.
In those cities, little room remains,
For chosen slaves under propaganda’s chains.

Warmth comes, cows fart — the lies repeat,
Not the Sun, but deception’s heat.
All madness churned to stupefy,
To dull the mind and spirit high.

Total rot, corruption’s flow,
Repels the soul, makes spirits low.
But if in Spirit, unbowed, unbent,
They won’t evaporate your inner scent.

Only lice will face the purge,
The Light within will not submerge.
And all that’s vile, deformed, and crude
Burns away — Earth’s shame renewed.



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Disinfection sweeps the Earth,
Only Spirit survives its worth.

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Fools and lice will face the flame,
The pure within stays free, untamed.

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Vile and traitors cast to Hell,
Spirit rises — all else fell.

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Madness churns, deception spreads,
Light within resists their threads.



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Imprisoned in the Hellish Realm

Futile labor,
Terrible cage.
All around lies —
Not world, but decay.

Madness, fear,
Corruption, shame.
Here “light” is Darkness,
And Mind is slain.

The soul of all?
Belongs to few!
The beasts succeed —
The mad bow to rue.

But to decay, decay —
They’ll burn this realm.
Will you escape captivity?
When the oath overwhelms:

One goal — to create,
Spirit your only guide.
You will live,
And to a New World

You may ascend.
It is possible…
But if like a mouse
You sit in NOTHING —

In the realm of nothing —
Then resign…
The fool’s path
Is only fear and pain.

And to New Hell
Then you’ll descend.
A traitor, a scum,
There you become a louse…

So many lice,
And for so long;
Sensitive humans —
Around, Hell, and Depth…



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Trapped in Hell, the world decays,
Only Spirit finds the ways.

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Fools bow low, the mad prevail,
The brave create — they will not fail.

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To nothing sunk? Resign, despair.
But Spirit flies beyond the snare.

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Beasts succeed, the weak fall low,
Rise, create — escape the woe.



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Stocks of Fools

Here the industrial stocks of fools
Never run dry — a vile delight for inhuman tools.
No need for mere laborers, their gain,
The soulless beast brings them supreme reign.

And turning fools into creatures vile
Runs on industrial tracks all the while.
No more prisons, no more chains,
When propagandists are almost Goebbels’ clones again.

The fools themselves build the concentration camp,
Counting it as health protection’s lamp.
Yet lies today are sharp as fangs,
Patience in fools — like cows, it hangs.

The lies will kill them — just reward for the dumb,
Each still has a chance to see what’s to come.
The concentration camp is built… the Madhouse World —
Two-thirds are idiots, every boy and girl.

Each year grows dumber, dumber still,
Soullessness — a total, raging ill.
And lies grow stronger, bolder by the day,
While the wise become more useless in every way.



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Fools build their own concentration hell,
Lies grow sharper, but Spirit won’t quell.

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Two-thirds are idiots in the Madhouse World,
Wise grow useless, as lies are hurled.

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Industrial stocks of fools never end,
Only Spirit can break, ascend.

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Soulless beasts and lies expand,
The wise survive — they take a stand.



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Day of Birth

The birth of the ego-cycle
Must be “celebrated” — not a mere birthday,
Humans just go by habit,
Traditions, rumors lead the way.

They strengthen the ego-cocoon,
Devouring murk and lies.
Fail to fortify — it’ll go wrong:
Rings of nonsense multiply and rise.

Nonsense loops, encased in shell —
A monster grows within;
Or simpler still — just a puppet,
Ruled by ghouls who feed on sin.



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Ego-cycle born — beware the lie,
Puppets ruled by ghouls will vie.

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Cocooned in nonsense, monsters rise,
Only Spirit sees through their guise.

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Tradition fools, the mind confined,
Break the shell, leave puppets behind.

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Rings of madness choke the soul,
Fortify the self — regain control.



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Only a Fragment…

Intellect appears but a fragment of consciousness
If you are Human with God’s Spark.
The soul’s torment in Hell
Has lasted already an age, so dark.

Hence the shift of focus here
To pitiful, laughable mind,
Worthless without SPIRIT near —
Easy to fool, all truths confined.

And fool them they do, with brazen lies
Flooding this wretched little world.
Approach all things with wary eyes,
And make the vow you’ve sworn, unfurled:

To turn on intuition everywhere,
Seeking to keep all balances true.
Make such a simple tradition your prayer,
Or else you’ll vanish, swallowed by the slew

Of lies, destroying the Soul inside,
For deceit was made for just that end.
Listen only to yourself, abide —
All answers WITHIN. Let Spirit defend.

The triumph of vile beasts is only relative —
If Spirit guides you from the start,
You’ll defeat all devils bloodlessly,
For thoughts are NOT confined to your heart.

The brain is merely a receiver of signal —
This is how all is arranged,
Pick out the sting of brazen lies,
And trust all decisions only to yourself, unchanged.



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Intellect is just a shard,
Spirit leads — the devils are marred.

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Flooded with lies, the world decays,
Trust your Spark — it lights the ways.

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Brain’s a signal, not the mind,
All truth within yourself you’ll find.

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Beasts may roar, the Soul stands free,
With Spirit guiding, you hold the key.




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Pancakes

Frauds and setups,
Tricks and deceit,
Here only scum is right,
And Moroka’s mist is complete.

Total lies. Fools so credulous — a fright:
Dull, they’ll swallow any filth in sight.

Yet genocide grows stronger still,
Fascism rages, cruel and ill:
Blow harder on the dull, they thrill,
For they love it when you strike at will.

Prospects shrouded in fog:
Corruption, fear, and stench,
Traitors eager, the vile hog
Rules the rotting trench.

This inhuman spawn of Evil,
Fascist minion, harsh and civil,
On fools he bakes pancakes —
From the wise, a dark reprisal.

But little gain awaits the plot —
Rotten Bedlam burns the lot,
By genocide’s sting, the mockery wrought,
A shadow of beasts, the world forgot.



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Fools devour filth, the scum holds sway,
But Spirit strikes — it burns decay.

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Fascist minions bake the wise,
Yet Bedlam’s fire scorches lies.

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Blows to fools, they cheer and crawl,
But Spirit’s wrath outlasts them all.

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Fraud and filth may rule today,
The Spark within will light the way.



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In Whose Name?!!

“In whose name do the embezzlers
Run in crowds to be patriots?
In whose name, like riddles,
Must we write the truth?”
— Sasha Chyorny, In Whose Name?, 1910


In whose name did the embezzlers
Turn fascist? Traitor,
In whose name do they serve the scum?
Why here a “teacher” corruptor?

A corrupter of mind and talent
At the factory of slave-like blocks.
Why does the bureaucrat become
That wretched figure — the blasted one,

Who will answer for this genocide,
As the cop and the fake doctor too.
Why does SATAN mark the rogue
And… lift him upward? What good comes through?

Why bow to the bastards?! —
It’s clear already, they are killing.
What’s the price of all those tawdry jokes
By which Evil “reflects” its spilling?

The price is the Soul — resistance
Must be total. Hey! Where are you,
Skillful defiance? We reckon,
The song is sung…

In whose name do we reckon so?
In the name of fleeting SHAME
That remains… We kill the mind,
Sitting like mice in their holes.

In whose name did Sasha Chyorny
Not become a famous poet here?
He wasn’t needed by those hiding in holes…
So yes, indeed, the SONG IS SUNG…



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In Whose Name?

Embezzlers bow, the scum climb high —
Truth gets buried while the bastards lie.
Resistance dies in holes like mice,
And Evil sings: the song is spliced.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors crowned,
The sly ones rise while truth’s drowned.
Mice in holes, the clever resist,
Evil laughs — the song’s dismissed.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves ascend,
And to fascist ranks they bend?
In whose name do vermin serve,
And corrupt the minds they swerve?

Corruptors of talent and thought,
In factories of slaves they’re caught.
Officials play their sordid part,
While genocide tears the heart.

Why does Satan lift the knave,
While the liar and the wretch behave?
Why bow to bastards, hand in glove,
When Evil clearly kills with love?

The price is Soul — resist, defy!
Where is the skill to fight, to try?
Or do we sit in mouse-like holes,
As shame devours our minds and souls?

In whose name did Sasha Black
Fail to rise on poet’s track?
Unneeded by those who hide in lairs —
The song is sung, the end declares.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors rise,
Truth buried deep beneath their lies.
Evil laughs, the clever flee,
Mice in holes, no soul is free.

Satan lifts the wretch on high,
Lies and killers reach the sky.
Bow to bastards? Watch them kill,
Shame devours — the void is still.

The song is sung, the end is clear,
Resist, or perish in their sneer.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves turn fascist,
Traitors flock to serve the vile?
In whose name must truth be masked
As riddles twisted all the while?

A corrupter of minds and talent,
On the factory line of fools,
Bureaucrats, the wretched semblance,
Answering for genocide’s cruel rules.

Why does Satan mark the rogue,
And lift him to a higher seat?
Why bow to bastards, blindly grog’d,
When Evil’s hand already beats?

What price for jokes so trite,
By which the dark pretends to play?
The soul must rise, must fight,
Or vanish in decay’s array.

In whose name do we sit like mice,
In burrows, killing thought with shame?
In whose name does Black’s pen suffice,
Unknown to fame, yet still aflame?

The song is sung, the deed is done,
Resist, or vanish under sun.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves turned fascists!
Traitors run!
Truth, a riddle
For none but the dumb.

Evil rises,
Satan marks,
Bowing to bastards
Is death in the dark.

Soul must fight!
Mind must burn!
Sit like mice—
And the world will turn.

The song is sung,
The deed is done.
Rise, or vanish
Under the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to none,
Mind enslaved—soul must burn!
Rise, or rot beneath the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run, the soul must fight!
Bow not, rise now, ignite the night!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist—mind in chains,
Rise! Strike! Burn the lies’ remains!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to shame,
Souls for sale in a devil’s game,
Rise, strike, ignite—defy the flame!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run—strike, don’t kneel!
Burn the lies—let the soul feel!



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Fascist thieves run—burn the lies, awaken your soul!

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Burn liars, awaken souls!

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Strike lies, free the soul!

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No lies, only fire!

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Awaken! Burn the false!

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Smash the false, rise!

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Lie feeds death—fight!


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Shatter deceit, live free!

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Falsehood burns, spirit stands!

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Rise! No lies remain!



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Burn the Lies!

Rise, Unchained!

No Mercy for Falsehood!

Strike the Cowards!

Truth or Ashes!

Shatter the Chains!

Spirit Above All!

Fight the Void!

Crush Deception!

Light in Darkness!

Smash the Tyrants!

Expose the Rot!

Scorn the Cowards!

Rise Through Fire!

No Surrender!

Defy the False Gods!

Break the Chains of Lies!

Blood and Spirit!

Truth Is the Weapon!

End the Tyranny!

Fight with Fire!

Rise Against the Darkness!

Shout the Truth!

No Compromise with Evil!

Smite the Lies!

Stand Beyond Fear!

Spirit Unbroken!

Dare the Impossible!

Cleanse the Filth!

Forge the Light!

Burn the Cowards!

Shatter the Lies!

Rise Beyond the Filth!

Crush the False Gods!
No Mercy for the Corrupt!

Smite the Hypocrites!

Strike Through the Darkness!

Truth Above All!

Scorn the Weak!

Defy the Tyrants!

Light the Way, Kill the Lies!

Blood for Truth!

Strike the Enemy of Mind!

Destroy the Puppet Masters!

Crush the Herd!

Exterminate the Blind!

Rise, Rebels of Spirit!

End the Hypocrisy!

Kill the Deception!

Expose the Cowardice!

Strike the Corrupt!

Fight With Fire!

Break the Tyranny!

Smash the Lies!

Defy the False Orders!

Cleanse the World!

Strike Without Fear!

Expose the Traitors!

No Pity for the Wicked!

Rise Above the Herd!

Destroy the Chains of Ignorance!

Triumph of Spirit!

Crush the Liars!

Rise Above the Filth!

Strike the Hypocrites!

Smash the False Gods!

Smite the Deception!

Kill the Lies!

Smash the Hypocrisy!

Expose the Cowards!

Smite the Traitors!

Expose the Puppets!

Break the Gates of Lies!

Rise from the Ashes!

Shatter the Shadows!

Defend the Spirit!

End the Reign of Filth!

No Chains on the Mind!

Reveal the Corruption!

Strike the False Saints!

Blood and Fire for the Truth!

Exile the Betrayers!

Unmask the Tyrants!

Destroy the Shadows of Lies!

Reclaim the Spirit!

Smash the Chains of Fear!

No Rest for the Wicked!

Rise Against the Rotten!

Exterminate Deception!

Shatter the False Thrones!

Strike with the Fire of Spirit!

Blood for the Unyielding!

Expose the Rot Within!

Rise Beyond the Corrupt!

No Fear in Truth!

Destroy the False Fronts!

Smite the Puppeteers!

Burn the Lies!

Rise Through Chaos!

Strike the Wicked!

Expose Their Deceit!

No Chains, Only Fire!

Crush the Rotten Herd!

Smash the False Masks!

Raise the Banner of Spirit!

Defy the Darkness!

Expose the Lies of Ages!

Strike with Justice!

Shatter the Chains of Oppression!

Rise Beyond the Shadows!

Blood for the Brave!

Destroy the False Order!

Unleash the Spirit!

Break the Walls of Lies!

Expose the Rotten Kings!

Rise Against the False Thrones!

Strike the Corruption!

No Mercy for the Deceivers!

Burn the False Wisdom!

Rise Through the Fire of Truth!

Crush the Weakness Within!

Smash the Gates of Darkness!

Unchain the Mind!

Expose the Puppets of Evil!

Strike the Shadows of Corruption!

Rise Above the Rot!

Blood and Spirit, Fire and Truth!



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M A N I F E S T O – The Cry of the Spirit

Rise, O Spirit!
Break the chains of fear, of lies, of tyranny.
The corrupt shall fall, their thrones crumble,
And darkness shall vanish before the light.

Awaken the hidden, the brave, the true!
Your mind is but a vessel — the Spirit is the master.
Listen inward, for all answers dwell within.
Deception and manipulation cannot bind you.

Strike the deceivers!
Expose the fraud, tear down the false kings,
Shatter oppression, purge the wicked.
The weak shall learn — only courage and integrity prevail.

Defend the innocent!
The captives of lies, the children of ignorance,
Shall rise, for truth is a flame that cannot be extinguished.
The liars, the tyrants, the vile profiteers —
Their power is temporary; the Spirit is eternal.

Illuminate the world!
Shine where shadows fester,
Reveal what was hidden,
Empower what was silenced,
Bring light to every corner of the earth.

Conquer the darkness!
Let deceit and corruption fall like ash.
The Spirit moves, and nothing can halt its path.
The chains of oppression break under its weight,
And all that was enslaved becomes free.

Rise against tyranny!
No more shall the clever cowards dominate,
No more shall the false guides lead the blind.
The mind shall awaken,
The soul shall reclaim its throne,
And the Spirit shall reign supreme.

Smash the lies!
Every deception, every lie, every manipulation
Shall shatter beneath the force of clarity.
The Spirit is sharper than any blade,
And truth is its eternal weapon.

Purify the land!
Sweep away the rot, the foulness, the decay,
Cleanse the earth of the poison of greed.
The Spirit’s light is the furnace that melts falsehoods,
Forging a world where the brave may thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Where others submit to fear and silence,
You will rise,
A beacon, a warrior of truth,
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory of the Spirit!
The tyrants fall, the liars crumble,
The weak awaken, the brave shine.
The Spirit prevails, the world is renewed,
And freedom, justice, and truth endure eternally.



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The Spirit’s Strike
Rise! Break the chains!
Fear and lies shall fall!

Awaken the hidden!
The Spirit rules, the mind obeys.
Truth lives within — deception dies.

Smash the deceivers!
Expose the frauds, shatter oppression!

Defend the innocent!
The weak rise, the brave endure.

Illuminate the shadows!
Reveal, empower, enlighten.

Conquer darkness!
Chains break, lies burn, evil collapses.

Rise against tyranny!
False guides fall, cowards crumble.

Strike the lies!
Truth is sharper than any blade.

Purify the land!
Sweep rot and greed away,
Forge a world where the brave thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory!
The tyrants fall, the weak awaken,
The Spirit reigns — eternal and free.



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Spirit Strike

Rise!
Break!
Chains!
Fall!
Fear!
Lies!
Die!

Awaken!
Hidden!
Spirit!
Rules!
Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!
Expose!
Oppression!

Defend!
Innocent!
Weak!
Brave!
Endure!

Illuminate!
Shadows!
Reveal!
Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer!
Darkness!
Chains!
Break!
Lies!
Burn!

Strike!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Crush!

Purify!
Land!
Sweep!
Rot!
Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!
Unyielding!
Uncompromising!
Unstoppable!

Victory!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Weak!
Awaken!
Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!



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Spirit Strike – Battle Pulse

Rise! Break!
Chains fall!
Fear die!
Lies burn!

Awaken! Hidden!
Spirit rules!
Mind obeys!

Smash fraud!
Expose oppression!

Defend! Innocent!
Weak? Brave! Endure!

Illuminate shadows!
Reveal! Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer darkness!
Break chains!
Lies burn!

Strike tyrants!
Cowards crush!

Purify land!
Sweep rot!
Greed away!

Stand spirit!
Unyielding! Uncompromising!
Unstoppable!

Victory! Tyrants fall!
Weak awaken!
Spirit reigns! Free!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Break!

Chains!
Fall!

Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Burn!

Awaken!
Hidden!

Spirit!
Rules!

Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!

Expose!
Oppression!

Defend!
Innocent!

Weak?
Brave!

Endure!
Strike!

Illuminate!
Shadows!

Reveal!
Empower!

Conquer!
Darkness!

Break!
Chains!

Strike!
Tyrants!

Crush!
Cowards!

Purify!
Land!

Sweep!
Rot!

Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!

Unyielding!
Uncompromising!

Unstoppable!
Victory!

Tyrants!
Fall!

Weak!
Awaken!

Spirit!
Reigns!

Free!



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Spirit Strike – Core Blast

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Hidden!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys!
Spirit!
Rules!

Weak!
Brave!
Fraud!
Break!

Dark!
Light!
Oppress!
Shatter!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Greed!
Gone!
Chaos!
Tamed!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
Die!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!



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Spirit Strike

Rise! Smash! Burn! Fall!
Chains! Crush! Fear! Die!
Lies! Expose! Rot! Purge!
Awake! Strike! Reveal!

Mind! Obeys! Spirit! Rules!
Weak! Break! Brave! Stand!
Dark! Light! Shatter! Strike!
Tyrants! Fall! Cowards! Swept!

Fight! Endure! Power! Awaken!
Chains! Break! Darkness! Die!
Spirit! Reigns! Free! Alive!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys!
Spirit!
Rules!

Weak!
Break!
Brave!
Stand!

Dark!
Light!
Shatter!
Strike!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
Die!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!