91 poems

Garbage and Biowaste

A filthy cop keeps watch on biowaste now —
A slavish echo of the people once we knew.
Call them what you will; it's anyone's taste,
Those devils wear the names you give them too.

Name the fake little doctor with his borrowed creed,
Name every petty clerk and Judas in a suit.
You could print a book of names, a filthy read,
And list each stench, each worm in blackened root.

Simpler: they are vermin, not fit for breath,
Unworthy of a single moment on this earth.
They sold us all to servitude and death —
Because of them the world has sunk in worth.

Biowaste alone is blamed for every crime —
The herds allow it all; the crowd permits the lie.
No excuse—no stupidity redeems the time;
Dullness is scourge; souls drop into numb goodbye.

They build a great crematory from our trash —
Self-burning set to rite; a faith in flame.
It's not just biowaste who suffers in that ash;
“Protect their health,” they preach — the animals proclaim.

Fascists guard “health” — and Mengele stands famed;
With syringes full of slow venom they dispatch.
The whole mad world applauds medicine proclaimed,
While Bedlam's clinics bless the lethal patch.

The worst is that the biowaste will crush what's left —
The last of humans flattened by the fools.
Rotten cowards, miserable and bereft,
Worse than firing squads and hangmen's ruthless rules.

But they will not complete the crematory's span —
They will not finish off the final human breath.
The World Leprosarium will burn — and then:
All servants of those filthy devils meet their death.

Those who are spiritual will rise in spirit's flame;
The cosmic law of likeness answers every deed.
The traitors, prostitutes of sale — they melt in blame;
Annihilated: that is death without reprieve.



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Filth guards filth — biowaste rules the land;
Coward servants bend, with poison in their hand.
They'll build their pyres, yet pyres will burn instead —
The rotten servants die; the spirit lifts the dead.



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The Vicious Infinity

Stupidity’s raging.
Vulgarity — crowned.
Lies are the staging
Where all’s breaking down.

Fools swarm in masses,
The wise — just a grain.
The brazen lie passes —
The dull eat its bane.

Lies without measure —
New fascism ascends.
Courage — a treasure,
As fear never ends.

Fear’s everlasting,
Mind — narrow, confined.
Thus is the casting
Of this twisted “mankind”.

Borders — on paper.
The world — a morgue floor.
They’ll sell you more vapor —
The crowd will adore.

They “heal” the dumb cattle
From fake-made disease.
False doctors in battle
Do better than armies.

Bombs, guns, and air raids —
That’s yesterday’s plot.
Now sludge in your veins
Is the feast of the rot.

God’s patience is thinning —
Not endless at all.
Await your unwinning —
Eternal downfall.

If you believed
Their tales obscene,
You’ve been deceived —
Stamped by the fiends.



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Fools rule the ashes — lies never die.
Brains rot in flashes — truth crucified.
God’s patience falters — the end draws near:
The branded slaves — their graves are here.



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Leaving Hell

When your labors are done,
And you’re leaving Hell’s station —
Don’t rejoice, my son,
For the world’s an abomination.

So leave behind your trace,
Marks of fire and warning —
Not the road to “grace,”
But signs for souls still burning.

For to start from scratch
Is torment for mankind —
Gnawed by worms that snatch,
By inhuman blight confined.

That’s why we need the Light,
Or a glimmer resembling it;
Plant your truth in sight —
Let them sneer, “He’s lost his wit!”

Though lies flood the lands,
If you’re honest — we’re even:
You broke their mirage bands,
While the rest still grieve and leaven.

We are trapped in these dreams,
Ruled by fiends through deception.
They amplify screams —
Yet you showed no subjection.

That alone is supreme —
You’ve surpassed the illusion.
If you burned through the scheme,
You’ve transcended confusion.

Cut forever the thread
Of this “worldly creation.”
No work’s higher instead
Than destroying incantation.

For the spells of deceit
Are corruption’s foundation —
Illusions repeat —
The core of domination.



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Leave Hell behind — but mark the way,
For truth burns brighter than decay.
Cut through the spell — destroy their lies:
That’s how the fallen learn to rise.



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Torment

The soul is boiling, aching —
Tormented through and through.
The mind is slowly breaking —
Man shrunk to a louse or two.

Everywhere — submission
To dull dictating brutes.
Spirit’s decomposition —
The Fiend takes all the routes.

A legion of the brainless,
Of fools without a clue.
The wise grow weak and painless,
And sleep infects them too.

No more mind remaining —
The Reason’s gone to dust.
Lethargy’s explaining
Why all bright souls combust.

The living dead are roaming,
The zombies of decay,
Picking scabs and foaming
On lies they still obey.

Nothing can be sighted —
Cosmic darkness reigns.
Not even slighted —
For the Message now remains:

Bedlam shall be shattered,
This mad world undone.
Those with souls unspattered
Will escape the scum.

Only by the spirit
Comes the flight from doom.
The Supreme Goat — hear it —
Dies: the hellish spume.

All inhuman vermin,
All their crawling crew —
Vile, obscene and squirming —
Earth feels shame for you.



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The soul still burns — the fiends decay,
The Goat will die, his spawn will fray.
The spirit flies — the lies collapse,
And Bedlam ends in its own traps.



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Monkeys

It’s monkey work all ’round,
And monkey cares in fashion.
The monkeys just abound —
Their vomit’s now compassion.

The “truth” they now confess:
That fur’s the new authority.
They love their filth and mess,
It’s sacred in majority.

A wagonload of dung —
That’s food, that’s culture, see?
And monkeys drive along
All hairless minds that flee.

The monkeys “heal” us all —
“New plagues” they keep inventing.
Their fame is standing tall —
A monkey god’s ascending.

The “servant human kind”
Now serves its hairy lords.
They worship “peace of mind” —
No strain, no higher chords.

Thus monkeys love the herd —
Their thought can’t stand alone.
To rest — their only word —
The mind must turn to stone!

And in that herd a chief —
A screeching monkey king.
Don’t touch them, seek no grief —
They’re “happy,” squeal and sing.

They’ll drive all men away
To monkey-cages grim.
No other thought holds sway —
Just wardens’ faces dim.

The global cage they’ll build,
Their paradise complete.
Refuse — you’ll be stilled,
No books, no songs, no feat!

So start to shriek and roll,
And crawl, and clap, and prance —
Turn every thinking soul
Into a monkey dance.



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Monkeys preach and monkeys rule,
Cage the mind and crown the fool.
Shriek for joy — obey, don’t think —
The world goes ape — and straight to stink.



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In Bedlam

“Deep in the mines of Siberian gloom…”
— A. Pushkin


Deep in Bedlam’s murky pit
The wretched creatures perish.
Their trade is lies and counterfeit,
Their thoughts too dull to cherish.

All motions of the soul they curse —
In Bedlam that’s forbidden.
They need but lice — and that’s their verse;
The proud are chained and hidden.

There “doctors,” cops, and “law” proclaim
Their healing light, salvation —
From fevers fake, from ills the same —
A fraud’s administration.

The wise are hunted, cast aside —
Their minds offend the cattle.
Bedlam can’t stand the light inside —
It feeds on dust and prattle.

And there it’s paradise for fools,
For beasts and crawling vermin.
They’ll feast on dung — their golden rules —
They’ll boil it, fry it, burn it.

They’ll “heal” the masses endlessly,
Till death itself is granted.
Their triumph — bestial ecstasy,
Where demons rule enchanted.

That “care” for man without a rest —
It sharpens teeth by nightfall:
To turn all hearts to beasts at best,
To crown the reign of night’s thrall.

But soon shall come the Morning Star,
To burn this rot infernal.
The worthy soul will rise afar —
Through Dawn — through Fire — Eternal.



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Bedlam burns — the worms will scream,
Night will drown its final dream.
The dawn will rise, the beasts will fall —
The Spirit wakes — and ends it all.



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Super...

Super-butter, hyper-greasy,
Ultra-oily, mega-sleazy —
A hyper-balm for soulless flesh:
It turned men cattle in a mesh.

And cattle — guilty? — yes, the fall
Has edges, limits, one and all;
Its slope depends on what you choose —
This rot’s the last turn toward the noose.

If all you do is gorge and feed,
Buy lies the fiends so proudly breed,
You’ll slay the nearest, kill your kin —
All masks and shots begin the sin.

Only brainless cattle fit
These purges staged as public wit.
“Doctors,” cops — a cushy trade:
These scum have crowned themselves a blade.

They think they stand atop the world;
They’ll kill you too — their banners curled.
They forged a god of petty lies,
Sold idols cheap with honeyed sighs.

In the chaos-mess they press and bend —
Reforging men to beasts, my friend.
They turn the Reason into dust;
They’ll slaughter all — but slow, not just.

And why? Because the cry is: “Eat!”
Forget God’s name; forget the feat.
They’ll butcher all in global gaol —
The world’s a gulag, grim and frail.

But they’ll not keep that prison long —
The stake of Judgment burns so strong.
So here’s the final, honest sum:
Their oil-suckered throne will come undone.



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Super-butter slicks the soul — men turn to kine,
Gorging liars crown themselves, then cross the line.
They’ll build their gaol and think they’ve won the day —
But fire comes for jesters; beds of oil will fray.



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The Run

You must learn to pace your might
Through months and years in flight.
There’s joy in this hard-borne road —
The pain itself becomes a code.

Your body rings like a string —
Fatigue now feels like grace.
So run, let courage sing —
There’s pain and bliss in race.

A reverse “addiction,” this flame —
Through “breakdown” comes delight.
Push harder, enter the game —
You’ll catch that magic height.

There health flows by the ton,
And victories bloom within —
Rejoice when the fight is won,
Defeating the slothful sin.

Rewards are earned by toil,
Be steadfast, calm, and smart.
All efforts bear their spoil
If courage guards your heart.

Here boldness is the key,
For the path can twist and bite.
It heals the wounds you see
And keeps your soul alight.

For men are asleep in crowds,
The fog of slumber reigns.
You’ll burst from the silent shrouds —
A spark that breaks their chains.

Run fuels the sacred flame
Of a soul once bruised and torn.
Rehab the heart that came
From battles deep and worn.

For running revives the Spirit —
Though Spirit has led since birth.
So let this trial inherit
Your divine marathon on Earth.



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Run till the fire within awakes,
Till sloth and pain their hold forsake.
The Spirit runs through blood and bone —
In motion, man becomes his own.



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Trash

Just smearing on every surface we see —
From cave wall scribbles to Earth itself free —
That’s “art”, that’s “science”, the peak of pride
For worm-souled minds, all hollow inside.

When Spirit’s forgotten — the sludge begins,
The canvas of madness, the kingdom of sins.
The dull TV box keeps shouting again:
“You’re nature’s king!” — what utter brain-rot pain!

Slaves serve their masters — inhuman breed,
The shame of the stars, of Gaia — the bleed.
The stinking spawn of fascist lore —
Humanity’s name? No more... it’s Trash. No more.



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1.
Your “art”, your “truth”, your holy lore —
Just garbage stacked forevermore.

2.
You call it culture, call it pride —
It’s rot and filth you paint inside.

3.
The Spirit’s gone — the worms adore,
And what remains of Man? Just sore... and sore.

4.
The human plague — the cosmos’ scar,
Trash crowned as king. That’s what we are.



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Dance of Death

The scoundrels start their deadly dance —
Fools clap their hands in cheer.
This dance will burn you at a glance —
The greedy shrug, and bear it here.

Traitors too will take their share,
And all the meek of every kind.
The Dance of Death hangs in the air —
Where is the Creator in this grind?



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Scoundrels dance — the fools applaud,
The meek endure, the traitors nod.
Death twirls through this world of grime —
Where hides the God beyond our time?



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Woodape Drills

Woodape freaks — a twisted breed,
They peck at lies and never tire.
Their motto: fight for every feed,
They swallow lies and stoke the fire.

Woodapes believe — believe again —
They peck and peck, they peck some more.
And in the gaps they fling the den
Wide-open — drop a grub in store.

Woodapes adore their painted planks,
Pop-culture boards — their gospel read.
Procreation thrills their ranks;
Other questions starve the head.

Woodapes need a F;hrer bold,
Who tells them where to peck and drill,
Who promises, with lies all sold,
That life will shine if they stand still.

Woodapes hate anyone who’s bright —
An intellect among their kind
Is branded enemy or blight;
The F;hrer’s law — purge every mind.

They’ll hunt the clever down, unite,
Quick strike — for that the tyrant craves.
If you dissent, you’re in despite —
A filthy worm to kill like slaves.

Peck, believe — the morons chant,
A stage they pass with snarling pride.
In woodapes grows the savage rant —
The rage that makes their brigades tide.

Woodapes and their twisted lord
Will linger till the End of Days.
The rest — cast off, then trained and bored;
Training becomes the only way.



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Peck and obey — the woodapes sing,
Their tyrant rules, their rabble swings.
Brains hunted down, the clever die —
Woodape mobs will learn to lie.



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The Herd

The herd is pleased —
There’s feed in piles.
The fiends hold sway,
No minds, just tiles.

The little souls have vanished —
With them the feed runs thin.
Centuries of forgetting passed —
Now storms of doom begin.

Feed will soon run scarce,
The flocks must be thinned down.
Propaganda’s sting is set —
They lie with neither shame nor frown.

To kill off fools by the score —
Fur and meat mean naught.
If herds grow dumber, skinner still,
Then wars won’t need be fought.

One lie will finish them —
See CowID for the plan.
Lies multiply and multiply —
The start was pseudo;AIDS, they ran.

And “treatment” comes in poison vials —
The vermin seal the death.
The herd will be destroyed soon enough —
They lie with practised breath.

The herd will vanish,
They lie with speed —
No conscience bites them,
No shame to heed.



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The herd eats on — the fiends decide,
Propaganda stings to thin the tide.
One lie, one cut — the flocks undone;
They lie, they kill — no shame, no sun.



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Pseudo-Intellectual Speculators

Pseudo-scientific schemers,
Opportunists of false schools,
There’s darkness here, and not a spark
Of talent among these bought;out fools.

They’ll slander all — the orders come,
The inhuman run this balled-up game.
Believe their lies — your mind goes numb,
You’re nearly lost, consumed by shame.

These fiends reject the truths of Spirit,
As devils spurn what’s holy, pure.
They roast all minds with pseudo-logic,
Seasoned lies — persistent, sure.

This “scientist” in shady deals —
The craft’s foundation, nothing more.
All talent bent, recast at will,
The gang will turn the gifted to the poor.

The traitor, schemer, the opportunist —
Talent vanishes in their grip.
Kneeling, bending, forced to twist,
Amid the propagandist’s foul sip.

This is their sole remaining goal:
In a world of TOTAL LIES.
Understand this — and serve your soul,
Let intuition be your eyes.

For only intuition can dispel
The flood of lies and see the Light,
While these fiends, united, swell
A river of deceit — the Source of Fright.



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Schemes of liars, sold;out minds,
Talent crushed where darkness binds.
Trust your gut — the lies will fail,
The Source of Fright cannot prevail.



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Alienation

Alienation — a craft,
Alienation — no cross to bear.
Flee the fiends, the fools, the daft —
Few places here are free and fair.

Solitude — a treasured prize:
Lies dissolve, the mind expands.
The Spirit brings true sweet surprise,
While TRASH remains with dirty hands.

A heap of madness, rife with lies,
Deception cuts through all we see.
In Spirit rests the meaning wise;
Weak Spirit — lost you’ll be.

Alienation is real,
The rest is nonsense, all is vain.
In this world, fate strikes its deal —
The herds march straight to slaughter’s chain.

That slaughter, prelude to CATACLYSM —
The inhuman thin the flocks,
With genocide, fascist schism,
The mind in this small world near blocks.

The killing of the Reason
Is the highest sport on Earth.
All jokes are gone — the air of Hell
Is choked, denied, a frozen hearth.

This is Hell — without alienation
You’re almost half a demon born.
No Resurrection, no salvation —
Erased like ink upon the dawn.

You’ll rise only in Spirit true —
All else will burn, consumed by flame.
The fiends and curs will meet their due —
Assigned to a New Hell, all the same.



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Alienate — the Spirit saves,
Fools and fiends are bound to graves.
Reason dies where herds obey —
Rise in Spirit, or burn away.



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Pens and Sheep

The crowd’s applause
Is meant for tyrants here,
And all the slaves despise
The truth;speakers — for sheep, it’s fear.

It’s like a knife — the sheepish world
Shakes with the truth, yet tyrants say:
Their idol’s pen is full and curled,
A filthy feed, but safe, they bray.

Sheepish clapping,
Fit for jesters’ tricks,
They multiply the lies and dung,
A mountain grows from their antics.

Approval from the flock
Feeds sloth and scraps alike.
Above the slaughter, crows wheel and mock —
Don’t trust the dream, little tyke.

A shepherd knows how to train the lambs:
“The wolves will slaughter all!” —
At the pen, no mortal harms
Will fall, they say, while brutes enthrall.

And so the circle closes tight.
The young sheep clap for tyrants still.
No lands of freedom in this blight —
Only pens for flocks to fill.



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Sheep applaud the tyrants’ game,
Feed and lies, the flocks the same.
Young lambs clap, the circle stays —
Pens and slavery rule their days.



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Kinda War

They hauled in all the idiots —
The F;hrer’s order: let them die.
A tide of filthy lies commits
A brazen wave of falsehoods high.

With lies they drive the fools ahead
To pointless slaughter, barren, blind.
Will they be free from chains instead
If they themselves are sacrificed and signed?

The chains are lies — the scum holds sway,
They rule by falsehood through the age.
If Spirit’s bond is dead and grey,
Ahead lies only Styx’s rage.

And only fools can claim the blame —
They could have chosen reason’s part.
But they chose madness, chose the sham —
And so the inhuman kill by heart.

Just deserts for those whose stone;like dull
Has turned them to a beastly thrall.
This world’s enslaved by Total Evil —
A place fit only for the dull.

For the wise, no reason to remain
In that vile, reeking little sphere:
One step — you’re sunk in filth again,
Trample God’s soul and disappear.



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They herd the fools to pointless graves —
Lies crown the tyrant, minds are slaves.
Choose reason or be swept away —
Styx waits where dead souls pay.



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The Monkey and the Organ-Grinder

Through centuries trudges the organ-grinder,
The monkey forever at his side.
At first a clown, a sly deceiver,
Master of lies, of wild false pride.

He chains the monkey like a spell:
The organ’s tune for sorcery.
No fate could be more absurd or fell —
In bondage, free from liberty.

The monkey calls the jester’s songs
“Art” — dull tunes from a lying hand.
The grinder only presses feelings,
A trickster’s path through the land.

Reason must not interfere —
The mind cannot endure this show;
Primitive phrases suffice here,
Repeat — and the reward will grow.

From grinder to grinder they go,
Growing wild, growing dim,
Until as dull as sheep they flow
To the Dead-End of Destiny’s whim.

And Death will cut this song apart —
Nature is weary of their play.
Without them, life would be more smart —
No need for twisted minds astray.



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The monkey dances to the grind,
Brains dulled, their reason left behind.
From trick to trick, till dead-end’s song,
Nature sighs — they won’t last long.



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Nonsense for Carcasses

They drone, they drone, they drone away
Pure brazen nonsense, loud and crude.
Custom, custom, custom — they say —
The dead must trust the falsest food.

Only carcasses, only carcasses, only carcasses
Will believe this murk and mire,
They’ve wasted souls, these soulless masses,
Madness, decay, a world on fire.

They’ll fix, they’ll fix, they’ll fix it all —
The madness, rot, and creeping fright:
Send all to Hell, a new one’s call,
The path for soulless flesh outright.

If you refuse, endure, or build
No Hell with lifeless corpses here,
Perhaps escape your fate fulfilled…
Die at least not like a sneering leer.



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They drone their lies for soulless flesh,
Madness grows and rot enmesh.
Escape, resist — or join the throng,
Die at least as one who’s strong.



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Mind;Vinaigrette as the Start of Degradation

Vinaigrette serves as the main dish here —
Half-truths from fiends dilute the Evil’s brew.
Lies are carrots for the donkey’s ear,
But the blinders matter more, it’s true.

For donkeys, judgment comes in chains,
If you love the vinaigrette, your mind decays.
You’ll cry out “Ia!” through mental pains:
Legs in shackles, head in haze.

The stall, the hay, the carrot treat
Become reality — the forge complete.
The vinaigrette now marks the start
Of horrors blooming in the mind and heart.



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Vinaigrette feeds the donkey’s mind,
Blinders on, and reason’s blind.
Chains and hay replace your thought —
The start of ruin, deeply wrought.



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The Kunstkamera

The Kunstkamera of the deformed:
Traitors, sadists, fascists, madmen,
While “normal” here is just the stormed
Beater’s rod — the tyrant’s canon.

The deformed are lucky — the rod
Already cracks the backs of fools.
Still more of the rabble will be trod,
And beaten into tyrant;rules.

The rod strikes fast — the scum is vast,
Clouds choke this gloomy world of night.
The Prison sinks, the die is cast,
All hope of freedom drowned from sight.

The Kunstkamera of the deformed —
A prison stretching worldwide, grim.
Amid the WASTE, so long deformed,
It’s hard not to grow weak and dim.

The planet, clogged with bio;trash,
Nearly crushed beneath the vile.
Soon, all this filth will meet its crash,
And Darkness sings its final wile.

All creatures vile will burn and wait
In Hell — the end of foul estate.



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Kunstkamera of the damned,
Scum and madmen all crammed.
Planet cleansed, the Dark will claim —
Hell awaits the fiends by name.



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Playing on the Soul

Press “Escape” or “Backspace” —
You’ll barely manage in the virtual game
Named “Life.” An empty case
Marks victory in that treacherous frame.

When the case is full, Honor’s gone,
Exchanged for chips of Conscience and Mind.
Corruption reigns — to rise beyond,
You pay with Soul; if chips you lack, confined.

Then you’ve played the game the right way,
Sacrificed all, your Spirit to save.
Soon they’ll pause the Evil Array
And purge the bugs — the servants of the grave.



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In Life, no Escape, no Backspace key,
Empty case marks the Soul set free.
Sacrifice all — keep your Spirit whole,
Purge the Evil, reclaim the Soul.



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A Little World in a Case

“Man in a case” — a stage long passed.
The little world is wrapped in care.
From those claws, you cannot break free —
They peck and trap you everywhere.

Doctor Goebbels, Mengele never lie,
For care conceals the world’s fascist sway.
Fools believe that Nazism spied
Just for them — in some warped display.

For long ago, the fascist tide
Became worldwide, the norm, the law.
The idiot sits, obedient, eyes wide,
Watching war and virus on the maw.

Brains are fried, the mind explodes,
Or simply — terror reigns unchecked.
The goal of fascism, as it goes:
To strike all minds, leave none erect.

In a world of cretinism,
Power is just a dung;stained jest.



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A world in a case, all minds confined,
Fascism’s grip leaves reason blind.
Idiots watch, while chaos blooms —
Power stinks in cretinous rooms.



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Shining, Bullshitting, etc.

“Shining for others — I burn myself…”
— Nicholas van Tulpe


Bullshitting for others, I dull my own mind,
Passing off sparks as the light they seek.
But Bedlam won’t grasp the Light you find —
Spirit and Thought here are just a streak,

A rare flicker, barely there:
Darkness rules with Lies in this Bedlam lair.
And if you SHINE — you’ll vanish fast,
For rogues on thrones of scum hold sway vast.

A crooked knave took on the task
Of shining for all. Jealousy burns.
To kill competitors in Lies? No ask —
As easy as gulping beer, he turns.

Where Light, where Lies, where only a glint —
Intuition will mark the difference keen.
But if you crave smoothness, calm and stint,
Before the LIGHT, you’ll answer unseen.

Burn yourself, let smoke or light spill —
This problem’s long ceased to be yours.
To foul Bedlam only “No!” can still
Break the trap — NO DILEMMAS, of course!



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Shine for others, burn your mind,
In Bedlam, lies rule unkind.
Intuition marks the fleeting spark —
Say NO! — and pierce the dark.



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Degradation and Perturbation

Strength — it was.
Truth — a puff.
Reason in fools
Has drowned in Hell’s rough.

Spirit trampled flat —
All cattle roam.
In sum — an ass;hole,
A world without home.

They build so much
For the wretched’s sake:
A realm of lies
For the poor and fake.

The king — horned,
An idiot spawned;
At hand a thug
To torment the throng.

Prospects?
Cataclysm’s near:
Evil’s rupture
Crowns fascist fear.

In short — cretinism,
Rage that swells,
Downward still —
The spiral hells.

That path will pave
A New Hell's rod;
Destroy the filth —
Rejoice, the sod.



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Truth gone puff — reason dies,
Cretin kings and tyrant lies.
Rage swells, the spiral falls —
They pave the way to newer Hells.



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The Muddle of “Conscious Unity in the World”

All is one…
For the cretin,
The master,
A smack on the back.

If a false mine
Lies scattered in this world,
All is one in bullshit.
Division reigns, immense,

For Darkness builds everywhere
A new Digital Camp
For the “united” — whose minds
Are not problems,

Only total collapse —
Memes of the filth.
The sensitive, the wise, the spiritual —
Only your Light is the supreme guide:

In the World of Darkness, for the few —
The rest have fallen low.



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All is one in lies and scorn,
Darkness builds where fools are born.
Light leads the few who stand,
The rest lie crushed across the land.



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Blight or Hype?

“Man’s scourge is imaginary knowledge.”
— Michel de Montaigne, 16th century


Is it truly blight,
Or merely hype?
Through pseudo-science, fake art,
It spreads everywhere.

False faiths, through fear,
Drain what little reason remains.
The call of vile media —
And the gullible fool
Believes the rarest nonsense,
Even that which destroys
Or cripples the soul.

Listen only to your Inner Voice
In the madhouse of this world…



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Blight or hype, the fools believe,
Through lies and fear, the minds deceive.
Only the Inner Voice can guide,
Through this mad world where reason died.



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Fools laugh at idiots on the screen,
Even duller than themselves, it seems,
In that sitcom called “culture,”
Where not a hint of art redeems —
A pitiful, wretched bottom, plain.

Compare it with the subtle, the refined,
And you’ll grasp the truth of this:
The pleasure of the utter idiot
Flows through nonsense you cannot dismiss.

You cannot elevate it with “refined matter,”
Nor explain that art must be mystery,
Not a noisy swamp of pointless chatter,
Where flatulence passes for mastery.



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Fools laugh at fools, the screen’s a pit,
True art’s subtle — the idiots miss it.
No “refined matter” can lift the mess,
Mystery, not noise, defines finesse.



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Scum

Deputies — the rotten kind:
Degenerates and knaves,
Classes, castes — all left behind,
Their morals in the graves.

This gutter scum of crooked breed
Spews lies and filth at will.
The petty officials echo greed
And bring the fools their ill.

These vermin — excremental horde —
They wait the perfect chance,
Then finish off what’s left to hoard,
And laud their puppet;dance.

They praise faux;presidents — the clowns
Are not entranced by crowds;
They prate that some inhuman crown
Gave orders from the shrouds.
They smooth the ground with gentle lies —
But those who fall fall hard.
Freedom long since vanished, dried;
On paper you’re a bard.

Lies multiply by vermin’s hand —
The little world drowns in smoke
Of filthy falsehood, brazen brand.
They “care” — and smother, choke.

All creatures fuss about “health” so much
They roast us with their rot and venom.
Believe them once — you’ll lose your touch,
Turn nasty under their dictum.

Do not trust; fight back the foes —
You cannot fool them all.
In battling this UGLINESS, your soul
You’ll save — heed Soul’s call.
Listen only to the Soul!



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Officials feed the world with lies,
Scum praises scum while freedom dies.
Don’t bow, don’t trust their rotten schemes —
Fight on, preserve your soul and dreams.



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Intellect

All efforts of the mind are vain
Without the Spirit’s guiding flame.
Intuition rules — the highest plane;
Without it, no step’s ever tame.

Trust always your intuition
In every decisive stride.
Cast aside all teachings, tradition —
Most came from your cruel foe, worldwide.

The inner voice alone remains
The sole criterion of all.
It guards the mind from shattering pains,
It is the cornerstone, the wall.

For everywhere they plant division,
Idiocy flows like endless streams.
The goal is always mind’s derision,
To trap you in the limits of your dreams.

Here, distortions are a need:
Only Spirit reigns supreme.
On the agenda — questions for the dull, indeed,
To keep you in the line of fools, it seems.

Half-truths and lies — the supreme weapons.
Here, they strike you dead or maim.
And idle thoughts, invented deceptions
You alone remember, know their name.

Foolishness spreads through generations,
Rings of lies grow dull and vile.
All long became firm links
In slavery’s chain through Shadow’s isle.

So awaken now your intuition,
Discard the madness that was sown.
Become a free and soaring spirit —
This Hell deserves your scorn.

There’s only place for fools and brutes —
Leave this disgraceful Bedlam behind.
Build true communities — enough of jests.
Let Hell fall to the brainless kind.



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Fate of Man

From childhood each is placed within
The rigid frames of stupid schemes,
So melted down and made akin —
Spirit gone mute, obedient, seems.

Stupidity and spiritless souls
Are rulers’ aims, the beasts on high,
They drive their flocks toward final tolls,
They march the slaves where many die.

There’s death of flesh — but worse the curse:
The killing of the inner flame.
A wave of corpses — the count’s grown worse —
The world’s a vault, not worth a name.

Laws here serve those already dead,
Rules written for the fool to heed.
Even the air is stifled, lead;
Chains bind the many, none are freed.

In ruins of a world decayed
Few bright and fragile minds remain.
Spirit’s sapphires — thinly made;
This place manufactures the chain.

They forge the fools, the traitors, brutes,
Executioners who guard their skin,
Feeding on bold lies and suits,
Protecting all the crimes within.

Lies now run bottomless and loud,
Brazen, dumb — a madness’ crown.
They’ve turned into an order proud:
A command was given — kill the town.

Armies of bogus tests and plagues
March in a tidy, awful line —
To cleanse the land with paper rakes;
They burn as if with napalm’s sign.

Only Spirit’s strength can break those frames,
And sharpened Mind must lend its force.
Otherwise you’ll answer their cruel games —
They use the world to set the course.

Darkness soon will gape wide-open, then —
Only the Sun can slay that night.
Its light will burn the shadowed den,
Scorch every depth, restore the right.
Step out FROM SHADOWS — step to light!

Become a radiant flame here now,
Burn down the World’s obscene disgrace.
Let this be answer — take the vow,
And risk your head for Truth’s embrace.

Seek comrades near with whom to stand
In fierce fight ‘gainst fascism’s thrall.
Or else be turned to lifeless land —
Submit, and you become the pall.



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Step from the shadows, burn the lies,
Crush the fascist chains, see through their guise.
Hold your Spirit, strike the thrall —
Or join the dead, obey their call.

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Rise, resist, and scorch the shame,
Shatter the lies, burn their game.
Hold your Spirit, fight the throng,
Or fall like sheep, where dead belong.

---

Break the chains, ignite the light,
Strike the tyrants with all your might.
Keep your soul — the dead obey,
Or join the heap where shadows stay.

---

Mock the lies that choke the weak,
Scorch the brutes the cowards seek.
Spirit alive, defy the herd,
Or rot with fools who’ve lost all word.

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Burn, you Spirit, scorch the vile!
Shatter lies, let tyrants bile!
Rise above the deadened herd —
Or rot, a sheep, unheard, absurd!



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1. Infernal March
Stand, O Spirit, strike the chains!
Crush the liars, burn the stains!
Do not bow to herd or fool —
This is not their poisoned school!

2. Fury Unbound
Rage, O Soul, through lies and scum!
Smash their lies, let chaos drum!
Tyrants tremble, slaves beware —
Only the brave can claim the air!

3. Scorched Awakening
Rise, O Flame, devour the night!
Expose the vile, restore the right!
Cowards fall where shadows creep —
The fearless wake, the liars weep!



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Man’s Fate

Since childhood, every soul is bound
In rigid frames of stupid schemes,
To forge the spirit into ground,
Obedient, hollow, mute, it seems.

Stupidity, like soullessness,
Are goals of beasts who hold the reins,
They drive all slaves to cruelness,
Their power thrives on others’ pains.

Death comes in body, worse in soul;
The tide of corpses swells, immense.
The world’s no cradle, but a hole,
A tomb of law and false pretense.

Rules here are for the lifeless ones,
For fools, the laws and iron chains;
The very air is stale, undone,
The world confined by endless pains.

Amid this ruin, fragile minds
Are rare as sapphire souls of light;
The rest are fools, of cruel kinds,
Forged in the chains of endless night.

The liars’ reach is bottomless,
Brazen, blind as madness spreads;
A mortal tool of cold excess,
To strike the living, fill with dreads.

False tests and plagues march in array,
To cleanse the ground, destroy with fire;
The Spirit breaks these frames away,
The Mind alone can lift you higher.

The Darkness waits — only the Sun
Can burn it down to deepest core.
Now rise, O Soul, the fight’s begun,
Leave Shadows’ grip and stand once more!

Become a radiant, blazing flame,
Incinerate the World’s disgrace;
Let courage answer lies and shame,
And risk your life to win the race.

Seek comrades, hearts that will unite
In furious battle with the vile;
Or else the dead will claim your light,
If you submit to Fate’s dark trial.



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Man’s Fate

Break the chains, ignite your soul,
Darkness falls, the liars burn!
Submit not — take your fight, your goal,
Or into corpses’ ranks you’ll turn!



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Man’s Fate

Rise, or rot among the dead —
Darkness yields to light, not dread!



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Man’s Fate

Obey and crumble, fool in chains,
Or burn the lies and break their reigns!



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Fools in frames, their souls confined,
Break the chains or fall behind!

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Slaves of schemes, they rot in place,
Strike the dark, reclaim your space!

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Trapped from birth in numbing laws,
Defy the fate, escape their claws!

---

Chains and lies, the world enslaves,
Rise, burn, break free from graves!

---

Dullards rule, the Spirit dies,
Laugh at fools and scorch the skies!

---

Death for slaves, deceit for kings,
Strike the dark—let freedom sing!

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Born to chains, bred to obey,
Shatter fate, and seize the day!

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Born in chains, the mind enslaved,
By fools and beasts, the world is paved.

---

Break the cage, let Spirit rise,
Scorch the lies, expose the spies!

---

Slaves to death, fools to the throne,
Strike the dark, reclaim your own!

---

Ashes fall where tyrants play,
Rise, or rot in shadowed clay!

---

Deceit and chains, the rulers’ game,
Burn it down, and curse their name!

---

Flesh may perish, lies may spread,
But Spirit strikes where angels dread!

---

Chains and fools, the world decays,
Spirit lost in shadowed maze.

---

Rise, O mind, break tyrants’ lie,
Or rot beneath their endless sky.

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Lies will burn, the falsehoods fall,
Only Spirit outshines all.

---

Slaves to death, fools to the throne,
Strike the dark, reclaim your own!

---

Tyrants feast, the masses bow,
Strike them down—begin the now!

---

Spirit blazes, shadows flee,
Chains shatter, and the mind is free.

---

Fools obey, the tyrants grin,
Break their chains—let freedom in!

---

Lies parade, the masses kneel,
Strike the liars—cut the steel!

---

Spirit sparks in shadowed night,
Burn the dark, reclaim your sight!

---

All the scum will meet the blade,
No more lies, no more charade!

---

Blaze, O mind, through chains and hate,
Tear the false, reshape your fate!

---

Tyrants cower, fools awake,
Strike the world—let it break!

---

Chains will crack, the scum will fall,
Rise, O Spirit, heed the call!

---

Burn the lies, the rotten lies,
Only Truth shall claim the skies!

---

Darkness trembles, falsehoods bleed,
Strike with fire, sow no seed!

---

Tyrants crumble, fools awake,
Shatter prisons, raze the fake!

---

Stand, O Mind, and cut the chains,
Through the ashes, only gains!

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Shine, O Soul, amidst the gloom,
Blast the lies, and seal their doom!

---

Wake, O Spirit, break the night,
Smash the chains, reclaim your might!

---

Fools will rot, their lies undone,
Strike the darkness, be the sun!

---

Tyrants quake, their reign is o’er,
Justice strikes, their lies no more!

---

Bow to none, the weak will fall,
Rise, O Soul, and crush them all!

---

Light explodes where shadows creep,
Free the minds the liars keep!

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Ashes fly, the old will burn,
From their ruin, new worlds turn!



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Fire

The Soul here flounders in the dark,
Cursing bitter fate’s cruel mark.
Nothing stirs where Fire has died,
No spark remains in humankind.

That Flame went out long, long ago,
When this world fell beneath the foe.
One longs to drown in grief, to drown,
But here only inhuman feasts abound.

Fascism, genocide — all’s the same,
The Mind and Soul are set aflame.
For those who linger, sorrow’s near,
Surrounded by lice they fear.

These lice serve the fascists’ hand,
Vampires sold, a corrupted band.
They cure false ills with poisoned guise,
And rot all hope from deep inside.

The time of fifth-column deceit
Has vanished, gone, without retreat.
Two-thirds bow down in shadowed dread
To fascists’ will — the eclipse widespread.

Men weakened by the dark’s embrace,
Propaganda’s lies they now face.
Fascism watches the faint of heart,
Its evil tactics set apart.

Madness here is now the norm,
Fascism rules in every form.
The world consumed by this abyss,
Rotting like Kashchey’s poisoned kiss.

Yet worse than Kashchey’s deathly reign
Are inhumans, universe’s shame.
All feed, no servitude remains,
And soon you too will feel their claim.

Salvation lies in Spirit’s might —
Strengthen Conscience, hold the Light.
Victory will not come bloodless,
We’ll drive them out, the slaves, the ruthless.

The Sun will rise to aid our fight,
And burn the Hell embodied right.
All inhuman fiends will quake with fear,
For soon each vile beast dies here.



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Fire Strike

The Soul in darkness flails and burns,
The inhuman feast — the world inurns.
Fascists prey, their lies ignite,
But Spirit’s Flame will claim the fight.
The Sun will rise, their Hell undone,
And every fiend shall meet its shun.



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Blaze of Reckoning

Soul trapped in darkness, lies surround,
Fascist filth will burn to ground.
Spirit strikes — their Hell will fall,
Every fiend destroyed by all.



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Inferno Strike

Soul in shadows, cursed, confined!
Fiends of Fascism, purge the blind!
Flame of Spirit — tear their Hell!
Every fiend will burn in Hell!



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Blaze of the Soul

Soul trapped in darkness, gnaws, it fights!
Cursed fate bites, sparks ignite!
No fire in men, no flame survives,
Fools parade, while darkness drives.

Flame snuffed long ago, world enslaved,
Drink your sorrow, drown depraved!
Only fiends feast, the living burn,
Brains and spirits crushed, none to return.

Fascism roars, genocide reigns,
Murder of minds, endless chains.
Lice of tyrants, blood-stained horde,
Betray, corrupt, obey the sword.

Fifth column’s hour lost, gone past,
Two-thirds bow, shadows cast.
Propaganda stabs, madness norms,
World devoured by blackened storms.

Worse than Koschei, fiends persist,
Universe shamed, in darkness kissed.
All are prey, soon your turn comes,
Save your Spirit, the drum of drums!

Sun shall strike, raze the Hell,
Fiends will scream, their vile shell.
Victory won’t bleed in vain,
We’ll purge the scum, break the chain!



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Blaze Strike

Soul in darkness burns alone!
Fiends feast while fire’s gone!
Madness rules, the world enslaved,
Sun will rise — the scum be braved!



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Infernal Wrath

Souls suffocate in shadow’s grip,
Fiends devour, the world a crypt.
Sun ignites — their lies undone,
Every scum shall burn, each one!



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Burn Them All

Fiends shall fry, their lies combust —
Sun scorches every traitor’s dust!



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Soulfire Rising

Let Spirit blaze — the Sun shall wake,
And darkness crumble for truth’s sake.



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The Struggle

No small feat this battle is,
A skillful fight, a daring risk.
Resolve to break the chains that bind
The slavish soul, the fettered mind.

Total slavery rules this place,
The Universe drowned in foolishness and disgrace.
Corruption, rudeness, blatant lies —
Freedom here seems paralyzed.

Spineless monsters, traitors, fiends,
Or simply madmen, dark extremes.
A nightmare reigns — you could but scream,
While Heaven’s light feels like a dream.

The fighters few, the traitors many,
Hell’s no longer dreamt — it’s uncanny.
Paths must be sought, the struggle planned,
Or under tyrant’s hand, the world will disband.

Fortify your resistance, seek allies strong,
For soon deliverance will right the wrong.
Nature lends aid, a thousand wonders near,
All the inhuman scum will disappear.

Spirit’s rebirth is stirring — feel the call,
This is no rumor — Hell begins to fall.
So stand unshaken, fearless, wise,
Triumph will shine before your eyes.

We shall rise again, break the infernal chains,
Return to the Source, and burn the ruins’ remains.



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Chains will break, the tyrants fall,
Hell itself will heed our call.
Spirit rises, fierce and free —
Scum shall burn, and we shall be.

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Rage the soul, the weak shall die,
Fools and fiends will scorch and fry.
Chains of slaves torn in two —
Victory’s fire will burn through.

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Smash the lies, destroy the herd,
Let the screams be sharply heard.
Spirit armed, relentless, wild —
Hell shall quake where once it smiled.

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Rise, resist, the tyrants bleed,
Scum reduced to ash and weed.
Freedom forged in Spirit’s flame —
All the wretches bear their shame.

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Chains snap! Fools fall!
Scum burns! Tyrants crawl!
Spirit strikes! Darkness dies!
Victory roars! Hell cries!

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Rise up! Tear the cage!
Crush the fiends! Rage and rage!
Flames of Soul! Strike them down!
Scum shall choke — no crown!

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Smash the lies! Break their bones!
Hell erupts! Freedom hones!
Fools are ash! Tyrants flee!
Spirit reigns! You are free!



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1.
Chains snap, scum falls!
Spirit rises, darkness calls!

2.
Tyrants burn, fools break!
Freedom strikes — Hell quake!

3.
Smash the lies, crush the vile!
Rise, O Soul, fierce and agile!

4.
Ashes fly, tyrants flee!
Spirit roars — we are free!

5.
Break the cage, strike the scum!
Hell trembles — here we come!



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1.
Chains of slaves — undone!
Hell itself — outrun!

2.
Fools obey, tyrants die!
Spirit burns — lift high!

3.
Break the scum, shatter the lies!
Soul ignites — darkness dies!

4.
Slave no more, chains fall!
Hell screams — freedom calls!

5.
Tyrants bleed, lies crack!
Rise, O Soul, strike back!

6.
Darkness trembles, scum roars!
Spirit flies — open doors!

7.
Smash the cage, strike the brute!
Freedom’s flame — absolute!

8.
Hell quakes, fools flee!
Soul ascends — victory!

9.
Chains shatter, tyrants fall!
Spirit conquers, stands tall!

10.
Break, burn, crush the vile!
Soul roars — endless trial!



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1.
Chains snap — tyrants fall!
Soul strikes back — heed the call!

2.
Fools cower, scum bleeds!
Spirit rises, breaks their deeds!

3.
Smash the cage, crush the vile!
Freedom roars — hell’s exile!

4.
Slave no longer! Darkness breaks!
Spirit’s fire — earth quakes!

5.
Tyrants tremble, lies ignite!
Soul storms forth — claim your right!

6.
Break the bonds, raze the lies!
Spirit flies — fear dies!

7.
Scum crushed, traitors fall!
Soul ascends — conquer all!

8.
Chains shatter, darkness flees!
Spirit roars — none shall seize!

9.
Rise, warrior, strike the brute!
Hell itself bends to your root!

10.
Break, burn, destroy the scum!
Spirit drives — beat the drum!

11.
Darkness shatters, tyrants quake!
Soul storms forth — none shall break!

12.
Hell trembles, fools scatter!
Soul’s fire — nothing matters!



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1.
Rise, soul! Ignite the flame!
Hell is gone — freedom’s claim!

2.
Chains fall, darkness dies!
Spirit soars — the world shall rise!

3.
From the ashes, soul ascends!
Hell shatters — darkness ends!

4.
Awake, warrior, mind and heart!
Tyrants crumble — worlds depart!

5.
Spirit strong, fear undone!
Darkness flees — the battle’s won!

6.
Break the night, shine your fire!
Hell retreats — lift higher, higher!

7.
Soul reborn, chains no more!
The vile fall — hear freedom roar!

8.
Hell quakes beneath your light!
Rise, oh soul — reclaim your right!

9.
Darkness trembles, scum shall fall!
Spirit’s call — above it all!

10.
Strike with heart, fight with mind!
Hell will break — freedom find!

11.
Rise, awaken, conquer fear!
Soul’s bright fire — nothing near!

12.
Chains of lies now fall away!
Spirit shines — the end of sway!

13.
Hell dissolves in light you bring!
Soul ascends — freedom’s king!

14.
Tyrants quake, their lies undone!
Spirit’s dawn — a rising sun!

15.
Soul ignites, the night decays!
Hell retreats — the spirit stays!



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1. Chains break, rise!
2. Spirit ignites, hell flees!
3. Darkness falls, shine!
4. Soul strikes back!
5. Tyrants crumble now!
6. Fire within, destroy lies!
7. Hell trembles, stand!
8. Freedom roars, rise!
9. Break night, shine!
10. Soul reigns supreme!



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Chains break, rise!

Spirit ignites, hell flees!

Darkness falls, shine!

Soul strikes back!

Tyrants crumble now!

Fire within, destroy lies!

Hell trembles, stand!

Freedom roars, rise!

Break night, shine!

Soul reigns supreme!

Crush deceit, endure!

Oppressors fall swiftly!

Rage fuels victory!

Truth pierces shadows!

Rise, relentless spirit!

Shatter fear, strike!

Conquer chains, soar!

Light burns, wake!



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Break chains!

Rise now!

Strike hard!

Crush lies!

Hell falls!

Fire burns!

Stand strong!

Soul fights!

Darkness dies!

Victory roars!



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Break!

Rise!

Strike!

Crush!

Burn!

Stand!

Fight!

Shatter!

Roar!

Triumph!



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Annihilate!

Rip!

Crush!

Burn!

Scatter!

Tear!

Wreck!

Smash!

Devour!

Rise!



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Annihilate. Rip. Burn. Rise.



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Break chains. Crush lies. Ignite Spirit. Rise free.

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Shatter bonds. Defy tyrants. Let Spirit blaze.

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Fight oppression. Strike falsehood. Awaken your soul.



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Break chains. Rise. Crush the false.

Fight the tyrants. Free the Spirit.

Resist. Strike. Let the Soul roar.

Oppression falls. Truth awakens.



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Chains shatter, fools tremble, tyrants burn.

Strike! Resist! Let the false crumble beneath.

Rage, Soul, rise! Crush the enslavers’ grasp.

No mercy for liars, no rest for traitors.

Spirit unchained, the nightmare ends in fire.



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Break the chains, burn the scum, rise, Soul!

Crush the tyrants, drown the lies in fire.

No slaves remain—only warriors free.

Smash deceit, strike traitors, awaken Spirit!

The nightmare falters—courage breaks its hold.

Unleash the fight, let hell itself collapse.



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Rip the chains, burn the filth, rise fierce!

Smash the liars, crush the tyrants, strike!

No slaves, no cowards—Spirit rules!

Traitors fall, deceit dies, courage reigns!

Hell trembles—freedom’s wrath awakens!

Strike hard, strike fast, let the darkness bleed!

Soul ablaze, enemies shattered, victory now!

Fight relentless—no mercy, no surrender!