8 poems

Walls of a Slave-Built World

Endless walls — a fortress strong,
Trap the slaves who serve so long,
To the demon-world of ancient law,
Where genocide was truth and claw.

The slave must never know his chain:
Blindfolds of lies are fixed to the brain.
With every lesson, he’s made more weak,
And silence installs the brakes he seeks.

Brakes on the body, brakes on thought,
“Science” of rote — the poison they brought.
Dulling the mind with a brutal hand,
It crushes the soul so it cannot stand.

It justifies walls, justifies war,
Every disgrace they’re eager to pour.
One plague enough — a sheep-virus creed,
To sink the world with its cowardly seed.

The stupefied herd gets a beastly life,
No room for reason, just endless strife.
For half-awake asses, their dream on display:
A culture of darkness to lead them astray.

Mass-culture’s delirium, shrill and loud,
Finishes minds already cowed.
Training and drilling, their perfect crime,
Root of disasters for all of time.

A primitive circus they call “the state,”
Where every clown is dressed by fate
From the same trough, the same foul plate —
Building their walls of greed and hate.

Behind each clown — a bag of gold,
Where human lives are bought and sold.
Crisis and hunger are sharpened spears,
Piercing the slaves through endless years.

Poverty chains the world in disguise,
Yet Earth, left free, is rich with supplies.
But theft and fraud keep the people in yoke,
A starving lie that the masters evoke.

Behind the gold bag lurks the mason’s face,
Priest and king of this vile race.
Bag and clown sing one refrain,
Different masks, but the same domain.

Behind the masons — the inhuman breed,
Hybrid spawn of demonic seed.
They serve the demons, fulfill their plan:
To make mere slaves of every man.

At last, the demons will bring down hell,
Turning the slaves to cattle as well.
And now it’s reached the witless stage,
Where poison is offered by brother’s hand.

There is but one way to shatter this night:
Call down the Sun with morning light,
Draw its fire into your chest,
Burn the demons, and save the rest.

For Spirit it harms not, but devils it kills,
And ends their empire of venomous wills.
The tale concludes with a single word:
If no way out — the gate’s destroyed.

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Break the Slave-Walls

Walls of lies — they cage the blind,
Chains on body, chains on mind.
Sheep are poisoned, taught to bow,
Demons rule — but not for long now.

Gold-bags, clowns, and masons decay,
Selling mankind as beastly prey.
But one Sun-flame will scorch their fraud,
Burn the devils — restore the God.

If no escape, then blast the gate:
The fire within decides their fate.
Better a world in flames than chains —
Spirit survives, while demon reigns.

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1
Burn the walls,
Blast the gate —
Spirit lives, demons late.

2
No escape? Then tear apart:
The Sun will strike, the fire will start.

3
Better fire than the chain —
Spirit rises, demons slain.

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1
Burn the slave-world — let Spirit reign.

2
Chains will crumble; Sun will strike.

3
Demons fall, and the fire survives.

4
No gate can hold the morning flame.



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Broth

Filthy inhuman shuffles
A deck of lesser men.
She never balks or fumbles,
And many devils serve her pen.

Always a mob of riff-raff —
A shame for every clan.
Not every ugly half
Is fit to serve the throne’s plan.

Secret services hunt the scum
From their earliest days.
Here the layers are subtle —
Not every schemer earns such praise.

For by their command,
Casting doubt aside,
They nurture such a plague,
And strive to feed its pride.

To climb as high as possible
In the henhouse we call the world.
They crap on all from rooftops,
By night, by day — unfurled.

And crapping is a calling;
Not every hand is deft.
It takes knowledge of ruling
Like a dull drake at theft.

Into which man has turned
By years of genocide’s hand.
Long ago he grew his feathers,
And joins the flocks on command,

Herded to the slaughterhouses
Under the guise of their fight.
Only a madman now would wage
Hot wars in the night.

When even this can destroy
All these birds at once
With lies they breed
To plump up dull plumage.

Once you’ve grown your feathers,
You’re ready for the broth.
You’ve become the dish
To feed the hounds’ froth —

The Cerberus of this hellish world,
Which has risen here.
And Lyra has already died —
The last bad news unclear.

If Lyra cannot
Express this whole hell,
And only multiplies songs,
Then all this is but a zoo-shell —

Chickens with pitiful sounds
That know nothing of the soup,
Or a bitch’s howling
To the tune of hunting horns.

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Broth

Filthy inhuman shuffles her deck,
Plagues the world with the scum she picks.
From rooftops, they crap, from night till day,
Feathered fools in the slaughterhouse sway.

Man turned drake, by years of lie,
Nurtures the plague, lets falsehood fly.
Only a madman now stirs the fight,
While lies fatten dull wings in the night.

Feathered and ready — the broth awaits,
Served to the Cerberus at hellish gates.
Lyra is gone, no song can tell
This zoo of despair, this human hell.

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1
Feathered fools for the broth —
Hell feeds the Cerberus.

2
The flock is cooked, the lies fly,
Lyra is dead, the zoo survives.

3
Man turned drake — the plague is fed,
Only fire can stop this spread.

4
Feathers, lies, and hounds await —
No song can save this fate.

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1
Feathered fools for the broth — Hell feeds the Cerberus.

2
The flock is cooked, the lies fly — Lyra is dead, the zoo survives.

3
Man turned drake — the plague is fed; only fire can stop this spread.

4
Feathers, lies, and hounds await — no song can save this fate.

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Broth

Filth shuffles filth,
Scum breeds scum.
Rooftops rain crap,
Night to sun.

Man is drake,
Lies are fed.
Madmen stir,
Fools are led.

Feathers grown,
Broth awaits.
Hounds devour,
Hell gates.

Lyra dead,
Songs fail.
Zoo of humans,
Souls frail.

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1
Filth breeds filth — Hell devours.

2
Man is drake, the broth awaits.

3
The flock is cooked, the lies fly.

4
Lyra dead — the zoo survives.

5
Fools and lies, fire breaks all.



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Creativity

Only creativity is the ground
On which life itself can rise.
But filthy inhuman shuffles around
Endless trials for talent’s demise.

Lies pressed from earliest days,
Which fools will later call “education,”
Serve as the main tool to dull the gaze,
And efficiently kill imagination.

Next, the world must be arranged
So mediocrity itself destroys the bright.
The talentless will triple their strength,
And wield it better than any fight.

Poverty here lends a helping hand,
Leaving barely enough to survive.
And shackling all minds with anxious bands —
A perfect method to keep gifts deprived.

Survival-driven worry
Is the trump card here —
The foundation of idiotic order,
A key ingredient in this hellish smear.

This mixture is oddly called “life,”
Though life itself is nowhere found.
And talent pays a bitter price —
No genius survives in such a ground.

If talents sell themselves,
Become clowns of mass pseudo-culture,
These jokes will end in death —
A spiritual death of the sold-out nature.

Yet somehow, the panels teem with crowds,
Hype and bustle everywhere.
These brazen worms have grown so proud
They expand their markets of despair.

And those who serve false science,
Feeding fascist hounds,
These filthy fiends —
A bone in the throat of us all —

Fulfill any order, justify any lie,
And endlessly replenish
The ranks of suck-ups for a pittance.

They justify even fake viruses
Leading the world to slaughter.
It’s a full-scale brain wipe —
Even false science bows before it.

Everything has become for sale in this global hell,
And the depths of degradation are untold.
No need to flounder in this filth,
The inhuman must be destroyed.

Only the inhuman is to blame —
They orchestrated centuries of genocide,
Where man became like cattle,
Already marked for liquidation.

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Creativity

Only creativity can build the ground,
But filthy inhuman hammers it down.
Lies from childhood, sharpened to kill,
Trip every gift, bend every skill.

Mediocrity multiplies its might,
Poverty and worry snuff the light.
False science, clowns, and bought-out throngs
Feed the world with endless wrongs.

Talents sold to mass pseudo-culture,
Die in jokes of spiritual rupture.
Panels teem with brazen worms,
Expanding markets where the darkness swarms.

Only the inhuman bears the blame,
A centuries-long genocide of the same.
Man turned cattle, marked for the knife —
No gift survives this world of strife.

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1
Creativity dies — lies hammer down.
Genius crushed, mediocrity wears the crown.

2
Talents sold, clowns multiply,
Panels teem, the darkness flies.

3
Poverty binds, worry chains,
False science feeds, the mind drains.

4
Only the inhuman survives,
Man turned cattle, gift deprived.

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1
Creativity dies — lies hammer down.
Mediocrity rules, genius wears the crown.

2
Talents sold, clowns multiply.
Only the inhuman survives.

3
Man turned cattle, world aflame.
No gift remains, only shame.

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Creativity

Creativity dies — lies hammer down.
Mediocrity rules, genius wears the crown.

Talents sold, clowns multiply.
Only the inhuman survives.

Man turned cattle, world aflame.
No gift remains, only shame.

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Lies crush genius, mediocrity reigns, only the inhuman survives.

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1
Lies crush genius, mediocrity reigns.

2
Poverty binds, worry chains the mind.

3
False science feeds, clowns multiply.

4
Only the inhuman survives.

5
Man turned cattle, world aflame.

6
No gift remains, only shame.



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Checkmate

I haven’t watched the box for long —
Its echoes rumble everywhere:
Here lies Hell in all its form,
No trace remains of any land.

No rulers exist. The CREATURES
Long govern through the media’s hand.
In Hell, these fiends are roasting us,
And fuelled by LIES — believe it, damn.

Soullessness is their task:
To bend submission as their way.
Their luck depends on what you grasp,
When you believe the nonsense they convey.

Don’t trust, don’t bow, don’t obey —
Save your Soul in this Inferno.
Try to grasp it all yourself —
The world’s a furnace of hot woe.

All programs are made for madness,
School, the universities, all in line.
Plus the media — half-wits and louts
Three quarters. A lout is also a coward.

Madness overflows the world —
In the asylum long we “live.”
Yet there are gaps in all this chaos —
Where only Reason might forgive.

Seek out those gaps. The scum
Trample them down in muck and slime.
Spiritual Bonds remain alive,
Yet the mind alone cannot divine.

Engage your intuition boldly,
Fear not — you’re already dead.
Struggle is your final option —
All others gone; Reason wiped instead.

So few of these clearings remain,
Yet the chaos grows ever more.
Media bombards like endless rain —
The Soul aches deeper than before.

Endure, resist, don’t give in —
Not much longer must you wait:
They’ll burn this Hell, but strive to live
Amid the Fire before it’s too late.

You’ll leave the body. A fork appears —
To other worlds, a new Inferno.
The little world is set with choice,
And then comes check, check, and mate.

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Checkmate

The box is silent, yet echoes roar,
Hell spreads wide, no land anymore.
Soulless CREATURES rule through lies,
Fuelled by deceit, where freedom dies.

Don’t trust, don’t bow, don’t obey —
Save your Soul in this infernal fray.
Madness floods schools, universities, media throngs,
Louts and fools, cowards, and wrongs.

Seek the gaps in the chaos around,
Reason survives where madness is found.
Engage intuition — fear no end,
Struggle’s your last, your only friend.

Fire will burn this Hell someday,
But try to survive the blaze today.
Leave the body, a fork in the way,
To other worlds — check, check, checkmate.

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1
Hell echoes wide, no land remains.
Soulless creatures rule with chains.

2
Madness floods the schools and screens,
Lies and louts destroy all dreams.

3
Seek gaps in chaos, intuition your guide,
Struggle through the fire, let your Soul survive.

4
Leave the body, a fork appears,
Check, check, checkmate — beyond all fears.

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1
Soulless creatures rule through lies — check, check, checkmate.

2
Madness floods all — intuition saves the Soul.

3
Fire will burn Hell — survive the blaze, leave the body.

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Checkmate

Hell echoes, no land,
Creatures rule, lies expand.

Schools, media, madness feeds,
Fools and louts sow misdeeds.

Seek the gaps, trust your mind,
Struggle through, leave fear behind.

Fire will burn, body departs,
Other worlds await — checkmate starts.

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Soulless creatures rule through lies — intuition fights, checkmate comes.

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1
Hell spreads wide, no land remains.

2
Soulless creatures rule with chains.

3
Madness floods schools and screens.

4
Seek the gaps — intuition your guide.

5
Fire burns Hell — survive, leave the body.

6
Check, check, checkmate — new worlds await.


Soulless creatures rule through lies — intuition fights, checkmate comes.



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Among the Bewildered

“Security” — a vain pretense:
“Protection” — like a tomb.
Yet in the mind comes CLARITY,
And you’ll see how blind was youth’s gloom.

The years you were young — a legacy of LIES.
Only lies all fools revere.
In this world, obey, serve, comply,
And feed the spirit’s fear.

Here stands a single “truth,”
A single “law” is writ:
Vile slavery reigns,
Falsehood drives the soul from it.

Security dwells in soullessness,
A total death, no less.
“Protection” lives in nonsense,
Only the fool gnaws this mess.

Be bold — cast to hell
All the total LIES around.
If you are keen and stubborn,
Salvation can be found.

Multiply your intuition —
It leads to AWARENESS’ gate.
Awareness is the “Veda”;
Believe the Darkness — you’re a fool, too late.

Idiots have no place
Among the Pure Worlds bright.
For Hell they’re just the dough,
No shelter there in sight.

We are in Hell — come finally
To understanding’s dawn.
Or else the doom of AWARENESS
Befalls the bewildered throng.

If in Hell — all effort counts
To blow the ENTIRE inferno wide.
Excuses for weakness fail —
EXPLODE! Let nothing hide!

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“Security” — a hollow lie,
“Protection” — a tomb where spirits die.
Yet in the mind shines CLARITY,
Revealing youth’s blind absurdity.

Years of childhood, a legacy of lies,
Fools revere the false, the wise despise.
Obey, comply, the world commands,
But slavery rules these cursed lands.

Soullessness is the law of “safe,”
Only fools consume its waste.
Be bold — cast all LIES to hell,
Stubborn hearts alone break the spell.

Multiply your intuition,
It leads to AWARENESS’ vision.
Believe in Darkness — you are lost,
Idiots cannot grasp the cost.

In Hell, all efforts aim
To blow the inferno’s frame.
Excuses for weakness fail,
EXPLODE! Let nothing prevail!

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Security — a hollow tomb,
Blind youth grows in lying’s gloom.

Fools obey, the law is chains,
Soulless rule in endless pains.

Multiply your intuition’s light,
Awareness wakes within the night.

If in Hell, all effort counts,
Blow it wide — the inferno mounts!

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Security’s a lie — wake your mind.
Multiply intuition — leave the blind behind!

Hell awaits — EXPLODE the lies,
Awareness rises as Darkness dies!

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Security — a hollow tomb.
Blind youth — lies in bloom.

Fools obey, soulless reigns,
Chains and darkness, endless pains.

Multiply intuition, fight!
Awareness sparks, pierce the night!

Hell is now — EXPLODE!
Nothing left, all lies corrode.

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Multiply intuition — EXPLODE Hell, leave the fools behind!

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Security — a hollow lie.

Blind youth obeys, fools comply.

Soulless chains rule all.

Multiply intuition, pierce the thrall.

In Hell, all effort counts.

EXPLODE! Awareness surmounts.



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On the Way!

"No one would know, perhaps,
Whether Pushkin is honored or not,
Without their doctoral theses,
Shedding light on everything."
— Boris Pasternak, Wind, 1956

You wouldn’t know what truth is
Without the parties, the scoundrels of science,
With their forgeries, when falsehood
Becomes the fruit of their efforts.

You wouldn’t know how to live, if the teacher
Hadn’t crapped into our brains as children.
You’d be lost — seduced by the Tempter,
Drawn into that darkness, blind as night.

You’d vanish in the gloom, fool,
For intellect can’t grow by rote alone,
So claim all corpses,
Who tell you how to live.

Nothing but LIES, cadavers, and filth —
The living are scarce in this fascist world.
Only sensitivity and stubbornness —
Stubbornness to move light, to step free —

Will help you escape the Bedlam.
Go! Or you’ll perish within!
Don’t heed their nonsense, stacked in heaps;
Inside, only Truth awaits.

Activate your intuition boldly,
Multiply your critical sense —
Honor this tradition alone.
Crush the lies in you like lice.

These fiends have packed plenty of falsehood
Into you — don’t forget!
It will strike like a serpent’s fang —
So tear it out and boldly set forth!

Spiritual paths are very few —
Long fouled by lies.
But so the Soul does not perish,
LEARN TO DISCERN WHAT IS NOT SHIT.

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You wouldn’t know truth without the scoundrels’ lies,
Without the parties and science in disguise.
Teachers crapped in our brains as children —
The Tempter waits where darkness is hidden.

Intellect alone grows not by rote,
Cadavers dictate, filth on every note.
Only sensitivity and stubbornness can save,
Step light, go forth, escape the grave.

Activate intuition, sharpen your mind,
Crush the lies these fiends have left behind.
Spiritual paths are few, long fouled by deceit —
Tear out the falsehood, boldly take your seat!

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Truth is hidden by lies and deceit,
Teachers crammed nonsense in youth’s seat.

Sensitivity, stubbornness, intuition bright,
Will guide you through Bedlam, into light.

Crush the lies, tear them out,
Set forth boldly — leave no doubt.

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Crush the lies, trust your mind,
Boldly step forth — leave fools behind!

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Truth hidden, lies abound,
Teachers crammed, the Tempter’s around.

Stubbornness, intuition, step free,
Crush the lies — go boldly, see!

Spiritual paths are rare,
Tear the falsehood — soul beware!

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Crush the lies, ignite your Soul — boldly step into the Way!

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Truth is hidden, lies prevail.

Teachers crammed nonsense, children frail.

Stubbornness and intuition guide the way.

Crush all lies — set forth today!

Spiritual paths are few, long fouled.

Tear out falsehood — let the Soul be bold!



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Goblins and Vampires

A foolish goblin sharpens teeth
Against his neighbors, kin beneath.
He fears the vampires, prays in vain
To a stupid stump, his brain.

The stump — a “scholar,” rules below,
Where vampires make the underworld go.
Goblins won’t be fools for long,
They’ll be sent where filth is strong.

And trapped within that filthy den —
The goblin’s deemed a terrorist then.
Since childhood, like a target in the air,
Against the wall if thoughts aren’t clear.

A “pure mind” bows before the fiends,
Their propaganda feeds with snotty means.
It shields from harm, the wretched way,
Through endless woes that cloud the day.

Among the worst, the soul is lost,
In goblins’ hearts, darkness is the cost.
Honor this gloom as if your land,
The vampire sells the rot by hand.

Rot and lies, and endless fears —
The foundations of existence here.
In underground, infernal dust,
You survive only by chewing mistrust.

Chew it well, pass it down,
To your children, wear the crown.
Sing hosannas to the vile,
Then paradise is yours awhile.

Paradise for goblins promised,
If obedient, dull, and modest.
Those who resist, who dare to fight,
Are locked away, out of sight.

So lives — and rots — for ages long,
That underground infernal throng.
But a tsunami will rise, a flood of lies,
Sweeping the filth, breaking the skies.

The goblin sewers will overflow,
Bottom cracks into a NEW HELL below.
Meanwhile, the goblin keeps afloat,
Hails fascism, waves its goat.

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Foolish goblins sharpen teeth,
Plot against kin and neighbors beneath.
Vampires loom, the stump commands,
In the underworld, foulness stands.

Goblins trapped in filth and den,
Labeled terrorists again and again.
Pure minds bow before the fiends,
Propaganda feeds, protects from misdeeds.

Rot and lies, endless fears,
Foundations built through countless years.
Chew the mistrust, pass it on,
Sing hosannas — paradise is won.

Obedient, dull, the goblins’ way,
Resist — locked in cells, night and day.
A tsunami of lies will rise and sweep,
Flooding sewers, hell’s secrets deep.

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Foolish goblins, vampires near,
Pray to a stump, bow in fear.

Rot and lies, fear built the world,
Only obedience keeps it curled.

Tsunami of lies, sewers overflow,
New Hell opens, chaos grows.

Goblins cheer fascism, blind and proud,
Hail the flood, sing to the crowd.

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Goblins rot, vampires reign,
Chew the lies, paradise for pain!

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Goblins sharpen, vampires bite,
Stump commands, darkness smites.

Pure minds bow, rot spreads wide,
Chew the lies, Hell’s inside.

Tsunami floods, new Hell breaks,
Goblins cheer, the world shakes!

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Chew the lies, goblins rot, Hell rises — vampires plot!

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Foolish goblins, vampires near.

Stump commands, darkness clear.

Rot and lies, fear built strong.

Obedience holds the world along.

Tsunami of lies will flood and break,

Goblins cheer, Hell’s awake!



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Shock

Little by little — it won’t succeed:
Only a bold, decisive leap
Can tear out propaganda’s sting.
Few have dared such feat.

Heresy of Evil is worshiped here
By almost everyone.
Since childhood, lies are strewn like straw —
To keep you from being yourself.

This circle of mutual ruin —
Every pitiful fool
Destroys their own offspring.
A miracle is rare here. Slave cattle rule.

The majority among the people,
Few are wise, fewer still honor the Spirit.
Extermination of the Spirit
Is the goal of fascist servants.

Here fascism marches as one —
Labels may change,
But the media’s howl
Imposes it on every mind.

Little by little — it won’t succeed:
You must endure the shock,
Or your consciousness is lost —
Obedient, silent, locked.

The shock comes close if you are honest
With yourself alone.
Many harsh truths
Will strike you… Structure your mind.

After the shock, you emerge at first —
“Autonomous,” free of lies,
Or your Soul is lost
Among the submissive and the deceitful.

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Little by little — you’ll fail to break,
Only a bold leap can make
Propaganda’s sting fall out,
Few dare what it’s all about.

Heresy of Evil, all adore,
Since childhood, lies strewn on the floor.
Every fool destroys their own,
Slave cattle rule, the Spirit gone.

Fascism marches, labels shift,
Media howls to tighten the grip.
Endure the shock, be honest, true,
Or your soul is lost among the few.

After the shock, you stand apart —
Autonomous, free in heart.
Or swallowed by the herd and lies,
Where the Spirit silently dies.

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Little by little — it fails,
Only a bold leap breaks the scales.

Lies since childhood, fools abound,
Spirit crushed beneath the ground.

Shock will strike if honest you stand,
Or lost among the herd, your soul unmanned.

Rise after shock — autonomous, free,
Or vanish in submission’s sea.

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Endure the shock — tear out the lies!
Be true to yourself, or your Spirit dies!

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Little by little — nothing breaks,
Bold leap only, for freedom’s stakes.

Fools destroy, lies everywhere,
Shock the mind — Spirit beware!

Autonomous, stand, break the chain,
Or submission swallows, Spirit in vain!

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Shock strikes — tear out the lies, or the Spirit dies!

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Little by little — it won’t succeed.

Only a bold leap tears out the sting.

Lies crush the young, fools destroy,

Shock comes — stand or be destroyed.

Be honest with yourself, free your mind,

Rise autonomous, leave submission behind!