75 poems

Logic of Hell

We’ll sing of the Spirit, its fire and might,
Of bright, soaring thoughts, of the Mind’s sacred light…
If only the dung-flies, in feverish bloom,
Would quit reproducing on piles of doom.

The dung is this world, and the fly — a dead pawn,
A corpse reanimated, a Judas reborn.
The honest are few, and the vile are rife,
Who’ve sold every truth for a comfortable life.

The plague of deception — the “illness” they sell —
Gives fools the permission to preach into Hell.
Now curses are cleaner than clever disguise —
Their babbling wisdom was nothing but lies.

Those “thinkers” were chewing the cud of decay,
Their honeyed hypocrisy masking the clay.
While few dragged the cart through the blood and the grime,
With truth that cuts sharper than reason or rhyme.

So stop all that talk of “nature” and “peace”
In fascism’s world, where the killings don’t cease.
Your “love” and “humanity” — theater plays,
In brothels of power that worship decay.

This pit runs on laws of betrayal and dread,
Where masks rule the living, and lies feed the dead.
Only Spirit, and Honor, and Mind stand apart —
Rare sparks of the real in a marketplace dark.

Thus, only the Logic of Hell makes us sane —
The wise must adopt it, or rot in the chain.
For sellouts are many, and monsters abound,
With treacherous tricks and delusions profound.

By Logic of Hell, your salvation is clear —
The Spirit alone keeps your conscience sincere.
Cast off the delusions, the gossip, the rot —
Grow stronger in Spirit — all else is not.

But still, in the world, you must battle and stand —
Or treason itself will devour your hand.
Obeying the vermin, you’ll rot where you crawl,
And drag your own brothers to ruin — and fall.



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Logic of Hell

Burn lies — they breed in holy disguise,
The Spirit alone sees through the spell.
Where Reason is chained and virtue dies —
Think fierce — by the Logic of Hell!



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Logic of Hell

No mercy for liars — their paradise burns!
The Spirit strikes back — and the tyrant learns:
In a world of deceit where the cowards sell,
Only wrath and truth — that’s the Logic of Hell!



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Logic of Hell

When Truth is forbidden — let Spirit rebel:
Salvation begins with the Logic of Hell.



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Logic of Hell

From ashes of virtue, the Spirit will yell —
“I see through your heaven — it reeks of Hell.”



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Logic of Hell

When gods are unmasked and their temples fall,
The Spirit will rise — the last truth of all.
Through ruins of Eden its thunder will tell:
Only the damned shall be free — in the Logic of Hell.



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He who walks through Hell with an unbroken Spirit —
shall find no need for Heaven.




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Cattle

Have no pity for cattle —
They’re the worst of foes.
Their stench is long and fatal,
Their swarm forever grows.

Their lies form armies, breeding
Blind and cruel slaves,
While truth lies bleeding,
Buried in their graves.

The foe makes them his weapon,
To crush the keen and wise,
While dull obedience beckons
To silence every rise.

The mass of flesh is pressing
All sprouts of thought to mud —
It worships only blessing
Of cash and easy blood.

And that herd, degraded,
Will serve at each command —
For beasts intoxicated
Destroy the thinking man.

Each true soul is lonely,
Lost in this slave-trance,
For the chains are holy,
And freedom has no chance.

But the Higher Reason
Will not let scum prevail —
It will burn the treason,
Restore the sacred trail —

The link of Mind and Spirit.
A newborn man shall stand,
Like snow — pure, fearless, near it,
To cleanse this poisoned land.

He’ll hush the world of malice,
And build anew, sincere —
Then joy shall fill the palace —
A feast of Spirit clear.



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Cattle

The herd obeys — the Spirit defies.
Where cattle kneel, the human dies.
But fire within — unchained, aware —
Will burn the yoke the beasts still wear.



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Cattle

Let cattle kneel — their faith is rot,
Their chains are gold, their minds forgot.
But Spirit stands — unbowed, alone:
The world of beasts shall feed the Throne.



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Cattle

No mercy for the herd that kneels!
The Spirit strikes, the falsehood peels.
Where blind obey and shackles swell —
Only fire and truth shall quell.



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Cattle

The herd bows blind — the Spirit stands.
Truth will rise from enslaved lands.



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Cattle

Through the stench of the herd, the Spirit will scream —
“All slaves shall burn in the fire of dream.”



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Cattle

When the herd devours reason, and falsehood reigns,
The Spirit will rise, and break all chains.
Through ashes of obedience, a new man will tell:
The tyrant is vanquished — in the fire of Cattle.



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He who walks among the herd with Spirit unbound —
shall kindle the world from ashes of the drowned.



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The Great Wonder

Here lies the Great Wonder.
It’s the Common Fool:
He trusts the Judas of sale,
Any newsroom’s cruel rule.

His faith is fantastical —
Nothing here stands more strong.
He’ll believe in all, habitual,
Where the inhuman triumphs long.

And fools, as a crowd, will crush
The clever, the minds that see.
Obedient to every rush
Of any brazen piglet’s decree.

Those pigs serve the bastards —
A kinship nearly of fiends:
These monsters have no scruples,
No morals for “ruling” schemes.

Ideas are dictated by monsters,
Genocide forms their base.
The pigs, obedient minions,
Bring them alive in endless space.

With years, the slavery strengthens —
Misery only “blooms” here.
No words can express this vileness,
Nor the ever-growing fear.

The filthy inhuman seek
To kill in humans Mind and Spirit —
Then man would turn, meek and weak,
Into demon-slave inherit.

But Nature will not allow it —
The Sun will boil off the scum.
Year by year its radiance grows,
Till all the foul are undone.

And thereafter, in the Spirit,
Shines the life bright and free.
The selling bitches will perish,
And with them, foul fascistry.

But fools will find no place there —
No broken slave is needed.
Even if honest in error,
Even if under pressure he pleaded.

He accepted that pressure himself,
Did nothing to oppose,
Submissive to fiends’ command,
Hiding behind “the majority’s” pose.



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The Great Wonder

Fools bow to Judas, pigs obey,
The Mind is crushed, the Spirit prey.
But Sun and Spirit shall arise —
And burn the lies from human eyes.



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The Great Wonder

Fools kneel, pigs rule — the Spirit stands.
Truth will rise from human hands.



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The Great Wonder

Through the herd of fools and the pigs’ cruel reign,
The Spirit will rise — their lies in flame.



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The Great Wonder

When fools kneel and pigs command,
The Spirit shall rise to reclaim the land.
Through ashes of lies, a new man shall tell:
The deceivers fall — in the Great Wonder’s spell.



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He who walks among fools with Spirit unbroken —
shall ignite the world from the ashes of lies.



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Global Madhouse

We live in a madhouse —
Few escape the psych.
All here in coma-like quiet,
Every mind locked tight.

This world-wide madhouse —
The fence long gone.
The meek will accept
Even pestilence drawn.

The plague was delivered
By global fascist sway.
Lies surge like rivers,
Poisons fill the day.

These poisons are balm
For fools in their trance.
The clever lose power,
While brutes advance.

The brute — inhuman,
Vile as rotting dung.
To him, we are servants —
It’s been so long.

But the madhouse shall end —
Shame has only one road: BURN!

The Sun will scorch the disgrace,
No path returns.
It’ll burn to the core —
Every fiend shall burn.

All who betrayed
Mind, and honor too,
Shall face the vengeance
Of Spirit, fierce and true.

The Spiritual Human
Shall emerge unharmed.
For Spirit is the Highest God,
All else — mere smoke charmed.



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Global Madhouse

The madhouse reigns, the fools obey,
But Spirit rises, burns decay.
All liars, brutes, and traitors fell —
No chains remain in the Spirit’s hell.



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Global Madhouse

Fools reign, brutes command — the Spirit stands.
Truth will rise, and scorch the lands.



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Global Madhouse

Through the fools’ domain and the brutes’ cruel reign,
The Spirit shall rise — their lies in flame.



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Global Madhouse

When fools and brutes hold sway,
The Spirit shall rise, burn all decay.
Through ashes of lies, a new man shall tell:
The deceivers perish — in the Spirit’s spell.



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He who walks among fools and brutes with Spirit unbroken —
shall ignite the world from the ashes of deceit.



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Shame

They fooled everyone like fools —
The vaunted “wise” world thrives.
Not humans here, just fleas,
Fascism is their prize.

Dull lies can poison all,
Only rage remains,
And rage will make you mute,
A victim of the chains.

The level of this madness
Has reached such dizzy heights,
That old sarcasm fails
Against this blinding blight —

The fortress of deep fascism,
Where idiots rule the land.
No tragedy remains —
There’s simply nothing to stand.

It’s tragic when the clever
Falls into wild delusion.
But when a mad slave attacks you,
It’s almost funny, a crude confusion —

Like stepping reckless, blind,
Into a heap of filth.
The number of the sane
Shrinks down, dissolves, in guilt.

The poison spreads through slaves
Like aphids on the field.
Here “medicine” serves
The fascist minion’s zeal.

That treacherous hound has wreaked
A chaos so profound,
That “Rational Human”
No longer makes a sound.

For the half-mad slave —
A shame upon Creation’s ground.



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Shame

Fools run the world, the sane are few,
Mad slaves rejoice — the shame is true.
Yet Spirit will rise, and burn the blight,
Restoring reason, reclaiming right.



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Shame

Fools reign, mad slaves obey —
Spirit will rise, and burn the sway.



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Shame

Through fools and mad slaves, the Spirit will scream —
“All lies shall perish in fire’s gleam.”



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Shame

When fools and mad slaves hold sway,
The Spirit shall rise, and burn decay.
Through ashes of lies, a new man shall tell:
The deceivers perish — in the Spirit’s spell.



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He who walks among fools and mad slaves with Spirit unbroken —
shall ignite the world from the ashes of deceit.



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The Middle Way

Drink some kvass —
No need for vodka!
Shake off the gloom,
Stay in the middle.

All extremes are murky,
Patience is bitter,
The world’s a horror,
And people — like fleas:

They jump and they drink,
Only poison they share.
Among them — no life:
Flee the swarm, beware.

The middle is mind,
Extreme emotion —
Will burn that noise
And wild commotion.

The unusual comes
When you truly seek,
But midst the filth
You’ll find nothing meek.

Go only inward —
There lie the Roots:
Forget all horror
And the chains of lies.



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The Middle Way

Drink kvass, not poison, walk the line,
Amid the swarm, let Spirit shine.
Inward you go — the Roots reveal,
Chains of lies no longer steal.



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The Middle Way

Walk the middle, shun the swarm,
Spirit alone will keep you warm.



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The Middle Way

Through extremes and filth, the Spirit will cry —
“Only the middle shall survive, or all shall die.”



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The Middle Way

When extremes rise and the swarm deceives,
The Spirit shall lead, and the mind believes.
Through ashes of chaos, a new path shall shine:
The Middle Way endures — the Soul divine.



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He who walks the Middle Way with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above extremes, and see the world unspoken.



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Void

Void is not beauty,
But the trash they shove inside —
The gateway to dulling,
Where the herd is satisfied.

You’ll join them if you fill
Your life with common trash.
Abandon all, the herd —
Or rot alive in the ash.

Guard that Void within —
Wait until the LIGHT fills it!
And drive all hellish din
To hell. Your answer — it.

Only thus must you face evil —
So your Soul remains intact.
It’s impossible to live
In this hell, but to act

To keep in Void the shards of Sin —
Is sheer, complete idiocy.
If not — a goat’s fate awaits,
Then a plunge into agony.

Darkness will fill that Void —
A hellish world, yes, but worse
For the true beast among men,
And cheap scraps, like cursed course.

Free cheese — the common trash
(Also there’s “spirit” kind) —
The first step of the worthless.
Spirit’s tongue is dry, confined,

Unlike the mass-produced junk —
A spark of Light in dark.
It doesn’t feed like bread,
It only calls through the Void’s arc.



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Void

Guard the Void, let Light arise,
Drive all hellish din aside.
Cheap scraps and beasts shall fall,
Spirit alone will heed the call.



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Void

Guard the Void — let Spirit shine,
All lies and beasts shall fall in time.



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Void

Through the filth and beasts, the Spirit will cry —
“Only the Void remains, or all shall die.”



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Void

When filth and beasts command the land,
The Spirit shall rise, and cleanse by hand.
Through ashes of lies, a new soul shall see:
The Void endures — and the Spirit is free.



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He who guards the Void with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above filth and beasts, and see the world unspoken.



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On the Western Front

In memory of Erich Maria Remarque


Is there no change on the Western Front?
No — only total lies for guns to confront.
And out goes another rotten fool,
Sent by lies to fill a ghastly pool.

Above that idiot, scum has long toiled,
For centuries, his Spirit spoiled:
That idiot’s now just a sack of bones —
To eat, to breed, to grab all loans.

A single goal — hence the fascist creed;
And in its place, communist weed.
Both are schemes of inhuman design —
Fools are easy to trap, like swine.

The scum guards ideology tight —
And through it, half-wits meet their blight.
Slowly, perhaps, the method goes,
But closer all are dragged to Nought’s throes.

In the World Madhouse, forever confined,
That’s the fiend’s aim, brutally designed:
Two-thirds fools, a myriad of schizoid throng —
We’re all like zombies in Reason’s wrong.



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On the Western Front

Lies rule the guns, fools march in line,
Spirit crushed, the world malign.
Two-thirds are lost, the schizoid swarm,
Zombies of Reason in false reform.



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On the Western Front

Fools march, lies reign — the Spirit confined.
Reason’s dead, in the madhouse of mind.



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On the Western Front

Through lies and fools, the Spirit will scream —
“All shall perish in this madhouse dream.”



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On the Western Front

When lies command and fools obey,
The Spirit shall rise and sweep decay.
Through ashes of madness, the sane shall see:
Reason reborn — the mind set free.



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He who walks among fools and lies with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above madness, and see the world awoken.



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Charons

Eloquent fascists
Are like hellish cabbies —
They drive fools to the Abyss.
Fools vanish there

Forever, for there are edges
(THERE! the edge of fascist filth!),
Cross it — no return,
Instantly you become a fiend.

Hell awaits, though full of fiends,
Demons need them, packed
Like herring in a barrel —
The end must be marked.

A final mark on the sentence.
A world where Day became Night.
Where creatures and fools abound —
The fascist forces feed on the dumb.

It’s always been this way.
Now they’re far more numerous,
The layer of the wise thinner.

Eloquent fascists —
Charons in the misty world.
But soon the barrel will burst —
Another mark will come.

They will blow up all of Hell.
It cannot continue — a world of fear, of lies
Will be destroyed entirely,
If Reason is struck down…



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Charons

Fascists drive fools to the Abyss,
Hell awaits, but the end is this:
The barrel will burst, Reason will rise,
Fiends shall fall before the wise.



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Charons

Fools to the Abyss, fascists drive,
Spirit will rise — Hell won’t survive.



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Charons

Through fools and fascists, the Spirit will scream —
“All lies shall perish in Hell’s dark dream.”



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Charons

When fascists drive fools to the Abyss,
The Spirit shall rise, and darkness dismiss.
Through ashes of lies, a new world shall see:
Reason reborn — the Soul set free.



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He who walks among fascists and fools with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above Hell, and see the world awoken.



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New Stage of Slavery

Phantom pains of old enslavement
Always arise at a new stage.
Only trifles are remembered — the roots of abasement
A blind spot implants still in childhood’s cage.

Ice cream, Soviet canteen nausea,
And other trash of wretched slaves —
Yet the overall madness and puke of that era
Is forgotten, as are the slaps for those who misbehave.

The blind spot keeps them from seeing
That all are just slaves, and fascism spreads.
And the wise are taught to be hated,
For it shows their folly for fleeting threads.

And that stupidity is total everywhere —
Or else this Hell wouldn’t have lasted for centuries.
Yet when obedience to beasts is universal,
The wise seem fools, and you are no maleficent.

The slave’s collar is named for the blind spot —
It shields you from simple truths:
That wretched slaves here are tortured,
And almost everyone is a broken mind.

At the new stage, slavery is always harsher,
Hence the pains make sense.
The base of treacherous “kings” — deception,
Cycles repeating, retouched, with lies amplified.

This slavery changes the superficial form,
But the essence is one — the killing of the Soul.
When all slaves are so! insane!!!, submissive,
It’s very simple — only lies take control.

Violence is always just the extreme measure:
Total lies — the best and only fetters.
Slaves inherit only one thing —
Fables, tales, fantasies for fools.



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New Stage of Slavery

Phantom pains of old chains rise,
Blind fools obey, while Spirit cries.
Lies enslave, the Soul confined,
Only fools inherit tales designed.



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New Stage of Slavery

Chains of lies bind the blind,
Only Spirit frees the mind.



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New Stage of Slavery

Through blind obedience and lies so deep,
The Spirit shall rise while the enslaved weep.



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New Stage of Slavery

When lies command and slaves obey,
The Spirit shall rise and sweep decay.
Through ashes of bondage, the Soul shall see:
Freedom reborn — the mind set free.



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He who walks among slaves and lies with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above bondage, and see the world awoken.



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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery

A vicious cycle of consumer lust,
The TV throne reigns supreme.
If you don’t GORGE! — it’s sacrilege,
If you don’t believe — you’re a fiend.

The king of beasts will crush them all —
A new fascism has arrived:
Our ranks he’ll swell, obedience call —
Nonbelievers get the enema prescribed.

The enema came — a super enema,
And now a newer one replaces it.
Just like the age of super-fascism
Now begins, and none can miss it.

It started with CowID’s plague,
And the TV set struck deep.
You’re just a louse if you resist,
Against the flow — your soul they’ll reap.

Soon sent to a concentration camp,
Where fascists claim they heal.
We’ll praise the cure, or else we die —
Without it, life we cannot feel.

We’ll inject the junk and drink the swill
They dole to all, without consent.
We’ll “develop” fast, we’ll grow at will —
Even… tails might fall off in the event.



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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery

TV rules, and fools obey,
Resist — you’re lost, consumed, decayed.
Junk they inject, lies they feed,
Spirit alone breaks the greed.



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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery

Fools obey, lies rule the day,
Only Spirit breaks the sway.



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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery

Through fools and lies the world decays,
The Spirit shall rise and burn the haze.



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Vicious Cycle of Consumer Slavery

When fools obey and lies prevail,
The Spirit shall rise, and break the veil.
Through ashes of greed, a new world will see:
Freedom reborn — the Soul set free.



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He who walks among fools and lies with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above greed, and see the world awoken.



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Cripples

To chew instead of think,
To believe — not to seek.
A vile half-wit
Steals from the wise, so to speak.

To obey the BEASTS,
To lie without end,
The search — for what… in vain,
The Soul to rend.

With fear, with submission,
With lies unbound,
Through such decay
Hell stands sound. If low

Fall the fools,
The majority here,
The wise have no plan
To overcome evil’s cheer.

The outcome of this utter Hell,
Forgotten even by God,
Is downward still. And the fiend
Instead of man will trod.

And with mind crippled,
Your foe will rise,
Equal to beasts
Before your eyes.



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Cripples

Fools obey, the Soul decays,
Beasts and liars hold their sway.
Crippled minds rise, blind and vain,
Equal to beasts — the Hell remains.



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Cripples

Fools obey, the Soul enslaved,
Spirit alone breaks the grave.



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Cripples

Through blind obedience and minds enslaved,
The Spirit shall rise while Hell is paved.



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Cripples

When fools obey and minds are bound,
The Spirit shall rise, and shake the ground.
Through ashes of weakness, the Soul shall see:
Freedom reborn — the mind set free.



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He who walks among fools and beasts with Spirit unbroken —
shall rise above Hell, and see the world awoken.