140 poems

The Ministry of Light of King Pea

Without deceit — defeat and rot
In Pea’s domain, where order’s not:
The mob may rise with forks and knives —
So “Light” is needed for their lives!

A Ministry of Light the King
Decreed at once, a holy thing.
All’s the same, yet with a Goal —
A brighter circus for the soul!

They call it “truth,” they call it “light,”
But nonsense rules by day and night.
Still, what a lightning-rod it makes —
The stupid herd ignores the snakes.

They’ll never touch the System’s core,
Where songs and memes and myths galore,
Fairy tales and silly rhymes
Spread like plague in rotten times.

Exponentially they grow,
While Pseudo-science helps the show.
False religions, as of old,
Bind the mind in iron cold.

Thus the “Light” becomes a blight —
Pray we don’t go mad in night.



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Ministry of Light — a fraud on the stage,
Darkness disguised as wisdom of age.

---

Their “truth” is dung, their “light” is lies,
A circus glare to blind the eyes.

---

King Pea proclaims: “Let darkness shine!”
And fools rejoice — the herd is mine.



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Light is a cage —
Darkness in rage.

---

Truth is a mask,
Lies do the task.

---

King Pea’s command:
Rot rules the land.

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Ministry bright —
Blinded by night.



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Ministry bright —
Darkness in light.

---

Truth is a mask,
Lies do the task.

---

King Pea proclaims —
Rot spreads in flames.

---

Light as a cage,
Madness in rage.

---

Voices are dumb,
Drums only drum.

---

Myths on repeat —
Chains on the street.

---

Falsehoods ignite,
Blinding the sight.

---

Ministry’s glow —
System below.



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MINISTRY — LIES!
BLINDING OUR EYES!

KING PEA — ROT!
BURNING THE LOT!

TRUTH IS A MASK!
LIES DO THE TASK!

SYSTEM — BELOW!
DOWN WITH THE SHOW!



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LIGHT IS LIES!
TRUTH DENIES!
SYSTEM DIES!

---

PEA IS ROT!
BURN THE LOT!
FIGHT THE PLOT!

---

FALSE LIGHT GLOWS!
HERD JUST BOWS!
SYSTEM KNOWS!



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LIGHT
LIE
ROT
FIGHT

PEA
KING
FOOL
DOWN

MASK
TRUTH
BREAK
LOOP



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Alienation

You are neither flesh nor thought—
Wake, my friend, from spells you’re caught.
Turn within—there lie solutions,
Once you purge delusion’s fusions.

Madness spreads, corrupts, enslaves;
Enter in—and you’re its slave.
Trusting foolish world’s invention,
Blindly worshiping Alienation.

Without it, madness strikes again,
Promising foul beasts their gain:
Ending Spirit, breaking Mind,
Leaving emptiness behind.

“Immortal soul”—what rotten lies!
The beasts know well, they rush, they prize
To suck the souls, to drink them whole—
In this Hell, that is their goal.

Only struggle, fierce resistance,
Stops decay and gives persistence.
Save your Soul—let reason fight;
In Bedlam, hear its voice, its light.



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Not flesh, not thought —
Awake, be not bought!

---

Their lie: “Immortal soul.”
Their goal: devour it whole.

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Resist, defy —
Or Spirit will die.



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NOT
FLESH
NOT
THOUGHT

AWAKE
RESIST
FIGHT
SOUL

LIES
BEASTS
DEVOUR
HELL

STRUGGLE
SAVE
LIGHT
MIND



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Alienation

NOT flesh!
NOT thought!
AWAKE!
RESIST!

FIGHT for SOUL!
LIES fall!
BEASTS devour!
HELL calls!

STRUGGLE!
SAVE LIGHT!
MIND stands!
SOUL reigns!



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Alienation

NOT FLESH!
NOT THOUGHT!

AWAKE!
RESIST!

FIGHT!
SOUL!

LIES FALL!
BEASTS CALL!

STRUGGLE!
LIGHT!

MIND!
REIGN!



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AWAKE!
RESIST!
SOUL!

---

LIES FALL!
BEASTS CALL!
FIGHT!

---

MIND!
LIGHT!
REIGN!



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AWAKE
RESIST
FIGHT
SOUL

LIES
FALL
BEASTS
CALL

MIND
LIGHT
REIGN



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Memory of the Past? Forget It!

Memory of the past? Forget!
The present is nowhere yet:
Ring out the rot, the foulest lies —
And madness floods the rabble’s eyes.

This is now. The past — write tales,
In a world where reason fails.
Fools command, and knaves obey,
Darkness spreads, decay holds sway.

Who’ll write this story of decay?
No one dares, no hand will stay.
And the final, grim report:
Cataclysm will wipe the court.

A world insane, to Evil bowed,
The final age beneath the cloud.
Will stench reflect what’s truly there?
Nonsense reigns — stay cowering, beware.



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Forget the past!
The present won’t last!

---

Rot and lies flood the eyes,
Madness rules, truth dies.

---

World insane, Evil crowned,
Cataclysm strikes the ground.



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FORGET
PAST
NOW
GONE

ROT
LIES
MADNESS
RULES

EVIL
CROWNED
FALL
ALL



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Memory of the Past

FORGET the PAST!
NOW is GONE!

ROT and LIES!
MADNESS RULES!

EVIL CROWNED!
ALL WILL FALL!



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Memory of the Past

FORGET!
PAST!

NOW!
GONE!

ROT!
LIES!

MADNESS!
RULES!

EVIL!
CROWNED!

ALL!
FALL!



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FORGET!
NOW!
FALL!

---

ROT!
LIES!
RULE!

---

EVIL!
ALL!
GONE!



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FORGET
PAST
NOW
GONE

ROT
LIES
MADNESS
RULES

EVIL
CROWNED
ALL
FALL



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“Paradise Garden”?

Transformation of mind—
It’s no garden, but hell confined:
Masks fall off—torment unveiled,
Illusions gone—joy derailed.

At first you’ll face this trial:
The world slips beneath your mile.
False gurus promised, deceived,
A very different end conceived.

Through pain and doubt you reach the Void—
From DECAY you are unalloyed.
In that “spiritual poverty,”
A spark may stir—yet let it be.

Will light break through? Perhaps, not clear:
All guarantees are garbage here.
Relentless to lies, you’ll grow,
What ripens must do so slow.

Lies within, as without, burn:
Slash and tear, spare none in turn.
Even if today you feel weak,
Let fury, not despair, speak.



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No garden here—
Only hell is near!

---

Masks fall, lies burn,
From decay, we turn.

---

Through pain and doubt,
The Void calls out.



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NO
GARDEN
HELL
NEAR

MASKS
FALL
LIES
BURN

PAIN
DOUBT
VOID
CALLS

DECAY
FURY
RISES
STRONG



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“Paradise Garden?”

NO GARDEN!
HELL NEAR!

MASKS FALL!
LIES BURN!

PAIN CALLS!
DOUBT RISES!

VOID STRONG!
DECAY FURY!



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“Paradise Garden?”

NO!
GARDEN!

HELL!
NEAR!

MASKS!
FALL!

LIES!
BURN!

PAIN!
CALLS!

DOUBT!
RISES!

VOID!
STRONG!

DECAY!
FURY!



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NO!
HELL!
BURN!

---

MASKS!
FALL!
RISE!

---

VOID!
FURY!
STRONG!



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NO
GARDEN
HELL
NEAR

MASKS
FALL
LIES
BURN

PAIN
CALLS
DOUBT
RISES

VOID
STRONG
DECAY
FURY



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“’Education’ to the Slaughter”

“Education” to the slaughter—
Will you march, wise, into the corral?
“Countries,” social contests—laughter:
Who drives out fastest of them all?

Replacing nature’s mind with burps
Of Evil, loud and crude.
The world is rotten, mad, and corrupt—
Seek nothing, it’s all lewd.

Turn inward. There, Spirit’s Sparks
Restore your reason’s light,
If you guard your ear and eyes
From the world’s deceiving blight.

Drive away all doubts, all forms—
One rot, one moldy heap.
The fools around will never praise,
They thrive in lies they keep.

They worship while they hate the ones
Who fall outside the herd.
Few see truth amid the crowds:
The dead, the fools, the absurd.

The majority reigns. Sad prospects—
A genocide of thought,
In this wild, infernal world,
The mind by filth is caught.

This shows it clear and vivid.
Lawlessness grows unchecked,
So the wise are marked as errors,
Increasingly dismissed, disrespected.

Let creativity, even “in the drawer,”
Be your little vent, your air.
It will not deceive you—
It will aid the fight with care.

Fight Evil—save your Soul.
Otherwise, you’re already dead,
Frozen with fear, stuck in a puddle
Amid the world of lies widespread.



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Fight Evil!
Save your Soul!

---

Turn inward!
Reject the Herd!

---

Creativity saves,
Lies enslave!



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FIGHT
EVIL
SAVE
SOUL

TURN
INWARD
REJECT
HERD

CREATIVE
AIR
AID
FIGHT

FEAR
STUCK
DEAD
LIES



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“’Education’ to the Slaughter”

FIGHT EVIL!
SAVE SOUL!

TURN INWARD!
REJECT HERD!

CREATIVE AIR!
AID FIGHT!

FEAR STUCK!
DEAD LIES!



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“’Education’ to the Slaughter”

FIGHT!
EVIL!

SAVE!
SOUL!

TURN!
INWARD!

REJECT!
HERD!

CREATIVE!
AIR!

AID!
FIGHT!

FEAR!
STUCK!

DEAD!
LIES!



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FIGHT!
SAVE!
SOUL!

---

TURN!
REJECT!
HERD!

---

DEAD!
LIES!
FURY!



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FIGHT
EVIL
SAVE
SOUL

TURN
REJECT
HERD

CREATIVE
AID
FIGHT

FEAR
STUCK
DEAD
LIES



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“Progressive Ideas”

"Ideology is in fact one of the instruments for educating a herd."
— Bertrand Russell


The herd must serve the Evil’s hand,
To cut, to crush, to rule the land.
Without “ideas,” it’s hard to steer,
Yet Evil cycles year by year.

The drum of rotten “ideas” spins,
More brazen, faster, greed begins.
They call it “progress,” yet it presses
Harder still, the beasts’ excesses.

“Progressive ideas”—they herd,
Piled up faster, shoving, stirred.
While creatures strike with cruel delight,
The herd devours, bleats in spite,
Blind to Darkness’ hidden snare.
Today is bad, beyond repair—
The indicators plainly show:
Decay, fear, lies, and shame in flow.



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The herd bleats,
Evil feeds!

---

Rot spins fast,
Lies will last!

---

Progress? Ha!
Darkness rules all!



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HERD
BLEATS
EVIL
FEEDS

ROT
SPINS
LIES
LAST

PROGRESS?
HA!
DARKNESS
RULES



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“Progressive Ideas”

HERD BLEATS!
EVIL FEEDS!

ROT SPINS!
LIES LAST!

PROGRESS? HA!
DARKNESS RULES!



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“Progressive Ideas”

HERD!
BLEATS!

EVIL!
FEEDS!

ROT!
SPINS!

LIES!
LAST!

PROGRESS?
HA!

DARKNESS!
RULES!



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HERD!
EVIL!
FEEDS!

---

ROT!
LIES!
RULE!

---

PROGRESS?
HA!
DARK!



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HERD
BLEATS
EVIL
FEEDS

ROT
SPINS
LIES
LAST

PROGRESS?
HA!
DARKNESS
RULES



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What is Man?

A cluster of Light and Energy,
Beyond all tools of machinery,
Of endless potential. Yet cast
Into the Gloom, and beasts hold fast.

Through ages spent, all Light consumed,
They end in Hell, where none are groomed.
And with great struggle, news breaks through
The fog of madness, dim and true.



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Light cluster lost,
Into Gloom tossed!

---

All Light spent,
Hell’s descent!

---

Man is Energy,
Yet falls to Beasts!



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LIGHT
CLUSTER
ENERGY
PURE

GLOOM
CAST
BEASTS
HOLD

ALL
LIGHT
SPENT
HELL



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“What is Man?”

LIGHT CLUSTER!
ENERGY PURE!

GLOOM CAST!
BEASTS HOLD!

ALL LIGHT!
SPENT HELL!



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“What is Man?”

LIGHT!
CLUSTER!

ENERGY!
PURE!

GLOOM!
CAST!

BEASTS!
HOLD!

ALL!
LIGHT!

SPENT!
HELL!



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LIGHT!
ENERGY!
PURE!

---

GLOOM!
BEASTS!
HOLD!

---

ALL!
SPENT!
HELL!



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LIGHT
CLUSTER
ENERGY
PURE

GLOOM
CAST
BEASTS
HOLD

ALL
LIGHT
SPENT
HELL



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Habits Broken

Habits shattered,
Connections gone.
The Spirit’s fire, like matches,
Burned the savage brawn.

And only Self remains—
Weightless, pure Light.
For fools—a trifle.
Light shouts “No!” to Hell’s might.

All else is nonsense…



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Habits gone,
Spirit burns!

---

Self remains,
Light shouts!

---

All else lies,
Only Light flies!



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HABITS
BROKEN
CONNECTIONS
NONE

SPIRIT
FIRE
BURNS
BRAWN

SELF
REMAINS
LIGHT
SHOUTS

ALL
ELSE
NONSENSE



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“Habits Broken”

HABITS BROKEN!
CONNECTIONS NONE!

SPIRIT FIRE!
BURNS BRAWN!

SELF REMAINS!
LIGHT SHOUTS!

ALL ELSE!
NONSENSE!



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“Habits Broken”

HABITS!
BROKEN!

CONNECTIONS!
NONE!

SPIRIT!
FIRE!

BURNS!
BRAWN!

SELF!
REMAINS!

LIGHT!
SHOUTS!

ALL!
ELSE!

NONSENSE!



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HABITS!
SPIRIT!
SELF!

---

BROKEN!
FIRE!
LIGHT!


---

ALL!
ELSE!
NONSENSE!



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HABITS
BROKEN
CONNECTIONS
NONE

SPIRIT
FIRE
BURNS
BRAWN

SELF
REMAINS
LIGHT
SHOUTS

ALL
ELSE
NONSENSE



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Creation of a Hellish World

God was a sly, untouchable wight—
Created a poor, pathetic site,
To guard the Sparks from being spent,
So beasts wouldn’t all be equal meant.

And in potential, to the jealous one—
A horned lord, delight begun:
If you conserve the Sparks you find,
You’ll be a king in the Misty World confined.



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Sparks saved,
King made!

---

God’s sly game,
Misty fame!

---

Beasts unequal,
Horned lord rules!



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GOD
SLY
UNTOUCHABLE
WIGHT

WORLD
POOR
PATIETIC
SITE

SPARKS
GUARD
KING
MISTY

BEASTS
UNEQUAL
HORNED
RULES



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“Creation of a Hellish World”

GOD SLY!
UNTOUCHABLE WIGHT!

WORLD POOR!
PATIETIC SITE!

SPARKS GUARD!
KING MISTY!

BEASTS UNEQUAL!
HORNED RULES!



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“Creation of a Hellish World”

GOD!
SLY!

UNTOUCHABLE!
WIGHT!

WORLD!
POOR!

PATIETIC!
SITE!

SPARKS!
GUARD!

KING!
MISTY!

BEASTS!
UNEQUAL!

HORNED!
RULES!



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GOD!
WORLD!
SPARKS!

---

SLY!
POOR!
GUARD!

---

KING!
BEASTS!
RULES!



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GOD
SLY
UNTOUCHABLE
WIGHT

WORLD
POOR
PATIETIC
SITE

SPARKS
GUARD
KING
MISTY

BEASTS
UNEQUAL
HORNED
RULES



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Rotten Delirium of Ordinary Unawareness

Evil has grown its roots in mind.
Not by stubborn thoughts confined,
Nor by introspection’s gaze
Will you uncover this malaise.

Then nothing will remain
That herds uphold, admire, or feign.
Void comes first, then Light within—
And delirium fades, gone for good, thin.



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Evil roots,
Mind trapped!

---

Void first,
Light bursts!

---

Delirium ends,
Truth ascends!



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EVIL
ROOTS
MIND
TRAPPED

NOTHING
REMAINS
VOID
LIGHT

DELIRIUM
FADES
TRUTH
RISING



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“Rotten Delirium”

EVIL ROOTS!
MIND TRAPPED!

NOTHING REMAINS!
VOID LIGHT!

DELIRIUM FADES!
TRUTH RISING!



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“Rotten Delirium”

EVIL!
ROOTS!

MIND!
TRAPPED!

NOTHING!
REMAINS!

VOID!
LIGHT!

DELIRIUM!
FADES!

TRUTH!
RISING!



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EVIL!
MIND!
VOID!

---

ROOTS!
TRAPPED!
LIGHT!

---

DELIRIUM!
FADES!
TRUTH!



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EVIL
ROOTS
MIND
TRAPPED

NOTHING
REMAINS
VOID
LIGHT

DELIRIUM
FADES
TRUTH
RISING



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Broken Mirror

The mirror’s shattered—
No longer you appear.
No sewn concealment,
No beauty bluff to cheer.

If you look within,
You see beyond the skin—
Broken are the fictions,
Illusions ripped from kin.

The Spirit shifts all meaning—
The king stands bare, revealing:
Not a stroke of luck—
He, as before, is cruel and sickening.

The Spirit’s reflection
Lies beyond the eyes.
Truth, decay’s infection,
Has overtaken lies.

So only the few
Can see who stands exposed,
No lightning to guide you—
Wild arbitrariness imposed.

If Spirit’s sight awakens—
Hell incarnate stands.
Decay is the base,
A vile servant of dark hands.

The feeding ground—
The mad world entire.
No bombs, no gases—
Lies are the pyre.

The inhuman devours fools—
Chewing all they can.
For as lies are spread
Dish by dish in scam.

Like chocolate-coated
Pseudo-lands of fools,
Vertical power: the bigger crook
Rules o’er the little ghouls.

They see only tailcoats,
Gleam and glittered show:
The lies have conquered
The ruin long ago.

In this dark, doomed world
Our decay won’t last long.
Cataclysm will widen
Horizons, sever the wrong.

The Spirit’s thread rushes
Far beyond the Hell.
Yet only seems so—
The worm in lies thinks well.



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Mirror breaks,
Truth awakes!

---

Spirit flies,
Hell dies!

---

Lies fall,
Few see all!



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MIRROR
BROKEN
NO
YOU

SPIRIT
SEE
BEYOND
ILLUSIONS

KING
BARE
CRUEL
STILL

TRUTH
DECAY
LIES
CONQUER

FEED
WORLD
LIES
RULE

SPIRIT
THREAD
RUSHES
HELL



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“Broken Mirror”

MIRROR BROKEN!
NO YOU!

SPIRIT SEE!
BEYOND ILLUSIONS!

KING BARE!
CRUEL STILL!

TRUTH DECAY!
LIES CONQUER!

FEED WORLD!
LIES RULE!

SPIRIT THREAD!
RUSHES HELL!



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“Broken Mirror”

MIRROR!
BROKEN!

NO!
YOU!

SPIRIT!
SEE!

BEYOND!
ILLUSIONS!

KING!
BARE!

CRUEL!
STILL!

TRUTH!
DECAY!

LIES!
CONQUER!

FEED!
WORLD!

LIES!
RULE!

SPIRIT!
THREAD!

RUSHES!
HELL!



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MIRROR!
SPIRIT!
TRUTH!

---

BROKEN!
SEE!
DECAY!

---

LIES!
RULE!
HELL!



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MIRROR
BROKEN
NO
YOU

SPIRIT
SEE
BEYOND
ILLUSIONS

KING
BARE
CRUEL
STILL

TRUTH
DECAY
LIES
CONQUER

FEED
WORLD
LIES
RULE

SPIRIT
THREAD
RUSHES
HELL



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Skeleton in the Closet?

A skeleton in the closet?
Delirium in mind! —
And you’re a corpse
Amid attacks of lies unkind…



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Skeleton hidden,
Mind forbidden!

---

Delirium reigns,
Corpse remains!

---

Lies attack,
You crack!



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SKELETON
CLOSET
DELIRIUM
MIND

CORPSE
AMID
LIES
ATTACK



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“Skeleton in the Closet”

SKELETON CLOSET!
DELIRIUM MIND!

CORPSE AMID!
LIES ATTACK!



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“Skeleton in the Closet”

SKELETON!
CLOSET!

DELIRIUM!
MIND!

CORPSE!
AMID!

LIES!
ATTACK!



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SKELETON!
DELIRIUM!
CORPSE!

---

CLOSET!
MIND!
AMID!

---

LIES!
ATTACK!
CRACK!



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SKELETON
CLOSET
DELIRIUM
MIND

CORPSE
AMID
LIES
ATTACK



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Alien to Charms

Alien to Charms,
Fierce against Evil,
Not in service to the Goat,
A thorn in all fools’ throat.

Among the “close,” he sparks their rage—
A RARE Man, beyond the cage.
If so, the final age decays,
Law of Decay rules these days.

But if the vipers gather thick,
That Law, in final act, will kick:
Cataclysm cleanses all blight,
Perhaps preparing Earth for “Light.”



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Rare man stands,
Evil banned!

---

Decay reigns,
Cataclysm gains!

---

Thorns spark rage,
Law ends age!



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ALIEN
CHARMS
FIERCE
EVIL

GOAT
REFUSED
THORN
FOOLS

RARE
MAN
DECAY
LAW

VIPERS
GATHER
CATACLYSM
CLEANS



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“Rare Man”

ALIEN CHARMS!
FIERCE EVIL!

GOAT REFUSED!
THORN FOOLS!

RARE MAN!
DECAY LAW!

VIPERS GATHER!
CATACLYSM CLEANS!



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“Rare Man”

ALIEN!
CHARMS!

FIERCE!
EVIL!

GOAT!
REFUSED!

THORN!
FOOLS!

RARE!
MAN!

DECAY!
LAW!

VIPERS!
GATHER!

CATACLYSM!
CLEANS!



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RARE!
MAN!
LAW!

---

ALIEN!
FIERCE!
EVIL!

---

VIPERS!
GATHER!
CLEANS!



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ALIEN
CHARMS
FIERCE
EVIL

GOAT
REFUSED
THORN
FOOLS

RARE
MAN
DECAY
LAW

VIPERS
GATHER
CATACLYSM
CLEANS



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Learned Something…

"I’ve learned to live simply, wisely…"
Anna Akhmatova, 1912


I’ve learned to live both simply, wise,
Though life itself is lost in rot and haze.
To serve in Lies, in Dark oppressive skies—
Fate of the poor, foolish generation’s maze.



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Live wise,
Life dies!

---

Lies reign,
Dark pain!

---

Fools rot,
Fear’s lot!



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LEARNED
LIVE
WISE
LIFE

LIES
REIGN
DARK
PAIN

FOOLS
ROT
FEAR
LOT



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“Learned to Live”

LEARNED LIVE!
WISE LIFE!

LIES REIGN!
DARK PAIN!

FOOLS ROT!
FEAR LOT!



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“Learned to Live”

LEARNED!
LIVE!

WISE!
LIFE!

LIES!
REIGN!

DARK!
PAIN!

FOOLS!
ROT!

FEAR!
LOT!



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LEARNED!
WISE!
ROT!

---

LIVE!
LIFE!
PAIN!

---

LIES!
REIGN!
FEAR!



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LEARNED
LIVE
WISE
LIFE

LIES
REIGN
DARK
PAIN

FOOLS
ROT
FEAR
LOT



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Read? Who cares!

Read? Who cares—
Give us the clip!
Watch it, devour!
The world stuck in drip…



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Read? Forget!
Clip! Devour!

---

Watch!
Eat!
World’s stuck!

---

Who cares?
Mouths stare!



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READ
WHO
CARES

CLIP
WATCH
DEVOUR

WORLD
STUCK
DRIP



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“Read? Who Cares!”

READ WHO!
CARES CLIP!

WATCH DEVOUR!
WORLD STUCK!



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“Read? Who Cares!”

READ!
WHO!

CARES!
CLIP!

WATCH!
DEVOUR!

WORLD!
STUCK!



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READ!
WHO!
CLIP!

---

WATCH!
DEVOUR!
STUCK!

---

CARES!
WORLD!
DRIP!



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READ
WHO
CARES
CLIP
WATCH
DEVOUR
WORLD
STUCK
DRIP



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Ears on Top

Ears on top—
We’re all just darlings:
Ready for the Noodles—
Again!, again!!, again!!!



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Ears up,
We’re darlings!

---

Ready, Noodles!
Again! Again!

---

Top ears,
Endless gears!



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EARS
TOP
WE’RE
DARLINGS

READY
NOODLES
AGAIN
AGAIN
AGAIN



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“Ears on Top”

EARS TOP!
WE’RE DARLINGS!

READY NOODLES!
AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!



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“Ears on Top”

EARS!
TOP!

WE’RE!
DARLINGS!

READY!
NOODLES!

AGAIN!
AGAIN!
AGAIN!



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EARS!
WE’RE!
AGAIN!

---

TOP!
DARLINGS!
AGAIN!

---

READY!
NOODLES!
AGAIN!



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EARS
TOP
WE’RE
DARLINGS
READY
NOODLES
AGAIN
AGAIN
AGAIN



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Death Squad. About Football?

Death Squad. About football?
Or bandits? Office plankton:
Forget your Will—obedience
Becomes the law, all else is phantom.

Vain labor kills the Mind
And Soul alike, and so
The poet, serving Wisdom, calls
Them Death Squad as they go.



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Death Squad!
Mind kills!

---

Vain Work!
Soul rot!

---

Obey law!
Plankton fall!



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DEATH
SQUAD
FOOTBALL?
BANDITS?

PLANKTON
OBEY
LAW
VANITY

MIND
SOUL
ROT
POET



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“Death Squad”

DEATH SQUAD!
FOOTBALL? BANDITS?

PLANKTON OBEY!
LAW VANITY!

MIND ROT!
SOUL ROT!
POET!



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“Death Squad”

DEATH!
SQUAD!

FOOTBALL?
BANDITS?

PLANKTON!
OBEY!

LAW!
VANITY!

MIND!
ROT!

SOUL!
ROT!

POET!



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DEATH!
SQUAD!
ROT!

---

PLANKTON!
OBEY!
LAW!

---

MIND!
SOUL!
POET!



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DEATH
SQUAD
FOOTBALL?
BANDITS?
PLANKTON
OBEY
LAW
VANITY
MIND
ROT
SOUL
ROT
POET



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Propaganda and Ads

Propaganda and ads—
Sisters, their father’s a tyrant.
Everything’s goods, pressed on boors,
Nonsense, filth—devour with defiant.

The fool, na;ve, dull,
Dulled by school, obeys the lawless.
A world submissive to Evil,
Listening to Lies, consumption’s the highest.



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Ads rule!
Fools drool!

---

Propaganda!
Filth feasts!

---

Evil reigns!
Consumption chains!



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PROPAGANDA
ADS
SISTERS
TYRANT

GOODS
BOORS
FILTH
FEAST

FOOL
DULL
EVIL
LIES
CONSUME



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“Propaganda & Ads”

PROPAGANDA! ADS!
SISTERS! TYRANT!

GOODS! BOORS!
FILTH! FEAST!

FOOL! DULL!
EVIL! LIES!
CONSUME!



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“Propaganda & Ads”

PROPAGANDA!
ADS!

SISTERS!
TYRANT!

GOODS!
BOORS!

FILTH!
FEAST!

FOOL!
DULL!

EVIL!
LIES!

CONSUME!



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PROPAGANDA!
ADS!
FEAST!

---

FOOL!
EVIL!
CONSUME!

---

SISTERS!
TYRANT!
LIES!



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PROPAGANDA
ADS
SISTERS
TYRANT
GOODS
BOORS
FILTH
FEAST
FOOL
DULL
EVIL
LIES
CONSUME



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“Neat Rows”

All the rows
Won’t save from blows—
They march straight there!
Stumps won’t get it—
It’s like super-woe.



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Rows march!
Woe hits!

---

Neat lines!
Blows come!

---

March on!
Stumps lost!



---------------------




ROWS
MARCH
BLOW
HITS
STUMPS
LOST
SUPER-WOE



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“Neat Rows”

ROWS! MARCH!
BLOW! HITS!

STUMPS! LOST!
SUPER-WOE!



---------------------



“Neat Rows”

ROWS!
MARCH!

BLOW!
HITS!

STUMPS!
LOST!

SUPER-WOE!



---------------------




ROWS!
MARCH!
HITS!

---

STUMPS!
LOST!
SUPER-WOE!

---

BLOW!
HITS!
MARCH!



---------------------




ROWS
MARCH
BLOW
HITS
STUMPS
LOST
SUPER-WOE



---------------------



Goal and Meaning

There’s only one true goal — to fight.
There’s only one true meaning — to create.
That means to crush all ugly blight,
That means to be wise, not small or late.

The path is hard — for strength will fade,
All scum rise up to block the way,
In circles where the fools parade,
Where ties with the Creator fray.

It’s hard for all to unite and stand —
Solitude is the common lot.
Without this, we’ll not reclaim the land,
Even if you dare fourfold a lot.

Creation too is needed here —
A ground for all our battle’s rage.
Build communities with vision clear,
To snatch the best from darkened cage.

This fate, fascism plans to spread,
Constructing camps, now global, wide.
Much shame and blood will stain the thread,
If we let the vile go untried.

Autonomous life must be the base,
Free exchange without gold or greed.
We must restore this sacred space —
Thus we break fascism’s cruel deed.

Tools must be made for sovereign life,
Where you are free, not bound or small.
Seize your moment, shake off strife,
Discard the rot of old life’s thrall.

Enlightenment must also grow,
To scatter slavery’s web of lies.
This is Initiation’s flow —
To multiply Light’s force, be wise.

These tasks, if taken and fulfilled,
Will help destroy the bonds that bind.
They bring Salvation, strength instilled,
Else we are nothing but mere grind.



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Fight! Create!
Crush the vile!
Be wise, rise!

---

Smash the blight!
Build the free!
Light prevails!

---

Stand strong!
Break the chains!
Multiply Light!



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FIGHT
CREATE
CRUSH
VILE
BE
WISE
STAND
FREE
LIGHT
MULTIPLY



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“Goal and Meaning”

FIGHT! CREATE!
CRUSH! VILE!

BE! WISE!
STAND! FREE!

LIGHT! MULTIPLY!



---------------------



“Goal and Meaning”

FIGHT!
CREATE!

CRUSH!
VILE!

BE!
WISE!

STAND!
FREE!

LIGHT!
MULTIPLY!



---------------------




FIGHT!
CREATE!
CRUSH!

---

BE!
WISE!
STAND!

---

LIGHT!
MULTIPLY!
FREE!



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FIGHT
CREATE
CRUSH
VILE
BE
WISE
STAND
FREE
LIGHT
MULTIPLY