89 poems

The Dollhouse and the Teddy Bear

Just a teddy bear for adults —
No, no — for aged-up kids!
Their world of pretense and insults,
Where “meanings” and “truths” are bids.

A dollhouse — complete with curtains —
They call it a world entire.
Yet every “mind” that’s certain
Is just a shooting range for the dire.

Their Souls — destroyed and hollowed,
The Spirit — erased from the list.
Obedient bodies followed,
Where Honor and Mind don’t exist.

And soon they’ll seize the bear too —
In the camp of minimalist lies.
They’re quietly burning books through,
While fascism grins and thrives.



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A dollhouse world for aging fools —
Obedient meat, obeying rules.
They’ll burn your books, your mind, your prayer —
And smile — while stealing your teddy bear.



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Myths

Consciousness feeds upon myths alone,
Each “change” is a fresh disguise of lies.
Above this land the vultures drone —
Their creed: make violence multiply.

They forge new myths through “education,”
A factory breeding slaves and fools.
Half-truths and lies — that’s civilization,
Where mindless cattle follow rules.

Propaganda beasts complete the decay,
Spewing filth for the madhouse crowd.
They rot what’s left of Souls and brains —
Far worse than killing — and more proud.

When soulless beasts surround your way,
That’s Hell on Earth, not life or dream.
“Civilization” — the biggest myth’s sway,
And the plague of lies reigns supreme.

These pest-born fiends spread every disease —
Typhus lice of the human shell.
With traitor-servants they aim to seize
The last bright sparks of Spirit — and sell.



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Their “truth” is a myth, their “light” is decay —
They breed us like cattle, then call it “the way.”
While vultures preach order with blood on their wing —
The myth is their god — and corruption their king.



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The Majority

When some dimwit drags you to the grave —
Don’t curse — he’s the ruling kind.
Through idiots, the world they gave
Is Hell’s own mass-designed.

Their “democracy,” their “choice,”
All crafted by the fool brigade.
You’ll serve the beasts — or lose your voice,
For morons rule the whole parade.

The voters now wear muzzles tight,
And the muzzle runs the show.
If you still think — you’re marked for spite,
For thought’s a crime below.

You won’t last long — a freak, a stain,
A speck upon their sacred rear.
They think through asses, void of brain —
Their Hell is getting near.

Soon all their filth will burn away,
No war will need to strike.
The Earth will purge their foul decay —
The Sun will roast the trike.



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Democracy died — the idiots reign,
They think through flesh, not through brain.
The Sun will cleanse their twisted lore —
And roast the fools forevermore.



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Fictitious Certainties

Fictitious certainties — hollow and vain,
Just heresy, madness, and rot.
They fester inside the “conscious” brain —
The world needs a cleansing — a lot.

To wash off the crust of deceit and grime,
The filth of Satan’s control.
It isn’t easy — but give it time —
You’re lucky to see the whole.

For life’s “foundations” are treason and lies,
Corruption in every breath.
The Spirit’s ignored — where slavery ties,
And conscience is choked to death.

Remember — you are a Being of Light,
All else is a fascist dream.
Reject their “truth,” their holy blight —
Let Spirit expand supreme.



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Their “truth” is a cage, their “world” — a lie.
You’re Spirit — eternal, they rot and die.
Reject their faith in the cult of control —
And burn their darkness to free your Soul.



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Casino

The house — the casino — always wins,
Has won for long, it’s how it spins.
A plague upon the world was cast,
By soulless fiends who hold it fast.

They milk the living — drain them dry,
Not just for coin, but to comply.
They’ve mastered cruelty and scorn —
A war on us was coldly born.

That war is waged with lies and toys,
Baubles to blind the gullible boys.
While every idiot walks free,
He never sees the chain you see.

The chains are hung like posters bright,
A showpiece dressed to hide the bite:
“These monsters care for you,” they cry —
“Trust us, we’ll guard you till you die.”

They tend their herds with poison food,
Taint water, spin a thousand ruse.
They’ve planned the slaughter long and well —
Slaughter beats shackles, they will tell.

But shackles break — stop playing games,
Quit feeding charts, quit playing names.
If someone carves the herd away,
They’ll keep their servants — let them pay.

A ragged heap of slaves remain
To flatter masters, bear the pain.
Fools are easy prey — they fall,
And madness drags the wise with all.

The mob will crush by weight and roar —
There’s not much time till torchlight's door.
The years are short, the nights are nigh —
The pyres will set the dark sky high.



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The casino always takes the stake —
They milk us dry, they set the fake.
They’ll poison herds and light the pyre —
And watch the world go up in fire.



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Slavery

“They’ll burn the brand that we are free
upon each forehead, for all to see.”
— Vladimir Polyakov


The feeling of being caged inside
Is what the thinking ones all know.
And tender children learn with pride
That school’s the first real cage they go.

Yet soon they’ll forget that bitter truth,
Their conscience buried, silence fed,
And gone — the vow they made in youth
To fight the chains inside their head.

The vow to flee this hidden slave-state,
Not always clear, but always near —
Replaced by arrogance and blank hate,
By dullness, lust, corruption’s smear.

Corruption blooms — it’s fascism’s seed,
The base of every rotten plan.
And if you’re honest in word and deed,
You must speak out — or you’re not man.

One word can crack the mask of lies,
Defend your mind, preserve your pride;
Spit in the face of what they prize,
The flattery that rules the tide.

For slaves all grovel, loud and proud,
Pretending free, with chains inside.
Their masters smile — the faithful crowd
Believes their lie, well sanctified.

Now slaves believe the owners care,
Protect them, night and day, from harm.
But “care” means poison in the air —
And madness sold as healing charm.

The muzzles are ready; brands are too —
Soon stamped that “All are sound and pure.”
And next will come — as planned, on cue —
The butchers dressed as “doctors” sure.



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They’ll brand your brow: “You’re free!” — a lie.
The herd believes — and waits to die.
The doctors fade, the hangmen come —
And Freedom burns — their final sum.



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The Lies Blasting from Every Iron

The pendulum keeps swinging wide,
Multiplying lies with pride.
Disaster blooms on every shore —
That’s the world they’ve built — and more.

No humans left — just cop and hack,
Each serving lies, each on attack.
Their truths are sold on silver plates,
While thought itself disintegrates.

A “scientist” — corrupt, obscene —
This whore of mind, this moral spleen,
Bewitches crowds with data fake,
As in the past — for profit’s sake.

The polit-whore repeats the chant,
Inhuman masters grin and rant.
The strong and weak, the loud, the lame —
All cheer the madness, join the game.

In this asylum, bright and grim,
They’ll kill the mind, the soul within.
Their “new slave order” grows immense —
Success through mass obedience.

So yes — we’ll kill ourselves with grace,
To “save our health,” to “keep the pace.”
The slogan’s pure, the will is gone —
The slaughter line moves bravely on.

“Healthy,” boasts the doped-up fool,
His brain a cow’s — the perfect tool.
He’ll croak next year, still proud, still blind —
Lies were the serum for his mind.

And we — we’ll eat and sleep once more,
While waiting meekly at the door.
The queue is long, the herd is fed —
Each step — one closer to the dead.



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The iron screams — the lies grow loud,
The herds applaud, obedient crowd.
They’ll die for “health,” and praise their chain —
While Truth lies trampled, dead again.



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Reality

All filth now hides in noble dress,
In colors the mob adores.
To be yourself — that’s boldness, yes,
A crime this rotten world abhors.

This struggle starts when you are small,
A sharp and early wound to bear.
For fascism’s purpose, after all,
Is planting fear — and keeping it there.

Then come the mountains made of lies,
You shovel through their choking weight.
Each day another truthchild dies —
Each day you battle to negate.

Aloneness — that’s your destined part,
For lies alone make humans bind.
You wage a war of mind and heart
That grows more deadly, more refined.

A cursed fate — to lose illusion,
To rip out roots of false delight.
Worse still — to serve the Muse’s fusion:
It means you’ll suffer day and night.

Creation — a curse in this world of swine,
Where crucifixion’s the true reward.
But they won’t kill you — you’ll survive,
Too loud for death, too mute for word.

Half-heard, half-seen — you walk alone,
Needed by none but your own soul.
The herd is blind, their minds are stone,
Such blindness — part of their control.

Yet this, and only this, is real —
All else is fog, delirious dream.
So dare, despite what fates conceal,
Cast off your whining, hold your beam.

Your final prize comes near your end —
The meaning of life — not lost, but earned.
So keep your faith, endure, ascend —
Don’t let your flame be overturned.



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To see through lies is cursed and rare —
The brave stand naked, none to care.
The herd is blind — but truth’s still worth
The pain of being born on Earth.



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Hellish World

This world dissolves like shapeless clay,
Its link to the Creator lost.
The fiends of man have seized the day —
And reached corruption’s final frost.

Souls long frozen, minds confined,
Chained in ego’s choking snare.
The time for repentance is left behind —
Darkness rules the poisoned air.

This world —
Will never be the same again.
The world dies —
Like fish caught struggling in a net of pain.
Hellish world,
Where all is vain for those who think.
A feast uncurled —
For half-devils raised on stink.
This world. Hellish world.

Genocide now leads the dance,
Lies and violence wear the crown.
The murder of Spirit — their advance,
As truth and beauty both go down.

The world has sunk into mirage,
A ship in fog, run aground in shame.
And we’ve arrived — decay’s entourage,
Where death and madness are the same.

This world —
Will never be the same again.
The world dies —
Like fish in nets, all souls in chain.
Hellish world,
Where reason bleeds and hope decays.
A feast unfurled —
For half-demons in their blaze.
This world. Hellish world.

Our journey ends — disgrace complete,
No cleansing left, no more deceit.
You cannot fool the Lord above —
For soul-murder ends His love.

So now it’s time to die, to free
The earth from human blasphemy.

This world —
Will never be the same again.
The world dies —
Like fish that choke within the pen.
Hellish world,
Where wisdom burns in vain dismay.
A feast unwhirled —
Of half-demons in decay.
This world. Hellish world.



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The world’s gone mad — the devils feast,
The soul’s the hunted, man’s the beast.
The net is tight — the end is near,
This hell we built — we’ll vanish here.



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The Sovereignty of Spirit

Only Spirit shows the way —
Points the road to might.
He who dares to truly say,
“Be!” — commands the Light.

Be a demigod, not beast,
Not a brainless drone.
Once your soul is released —
Truth becomes your own.

Break the chains, destroy the rot,
Banish mortal stain.
Rise again — forget you're not —
Born to rule, not slain.

Stand in Spirit — all else lies,
Trash the rulers’ tale.
They will fall, for truth defies
Every mask they hail.

Mountains high of filth and fraud,
Yet the Truth’s still one.
Bear your Cross for Spirit’s God,
Not for dung and scum.

Filth will flood and press you down —
Vermin runs the show.
Soon their reign will crash and drown —
Let corruption go.

Source is in you — clear and near,
Never let it die.
Lose that link — and you’ll appear
Crawling, blind, and dry.

Spirit rules — the law supreme,
Mind’s domain is gone.
He commands the cosmic scheme —
Spirit leads — march on!

He will show the path of fire,
Judge the slime we fight.
So stand tall, and never tire —
Spirit grants you Light!



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Spirit reigns — your path is clear,
Smash the filth, cast out all fear.
Chains fall, the vile will burn,
Stand tall, and let the world turn!



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The Art of Lies

A sloppy lie is deadly —
White threads poke from the seam.
Promise all will be lovely —
But you, vile worm, just scheme.

Focus on the petty things —
Polish them with care each day.
Practice this, or feel the sting
From masters — and you’ll pay.

It matters not what you say —
But how the lie is cast.
If you’ve become a rotten prey,
Play the law of lies steadfast.

Long ago, Goebbels honed
The rules of total deceit.
Lies outweigh the stones and thrones,
Violence — their bitter sweet.

To stray from narrative — a sin,
Yet artistry is still in lies.
Lie boldly — but the small, stay in,
The subtle tricks escape the eyes.

Avoid the stubborn, glaring fact
That won’t fit the liar’s bed.
You’ll help the fools decay intact,
Like terror strikes inside their head.

Broadcast through every screen.
Lie with passion, lie with heart —
Multiply fear, filth, and mean.



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Lie boldly, lie with fire and zeal,
Spread the fear, make all reels kneel.
The petty truth? Ignore, erase —
And watch the world rot in your place.



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The Vow

Nine times out of ten, I’d not survive
To reach these lines, to still arrive.
This world for me is cursed and tight —
A cage surrounds me, yet the vow ignites:

A youth-born oath — to fight, persist! —
To rise from crooked paths and mist.
A miracle it is, not to be lost
Where danger waits at every cost.

I shed and lost, yet found in place
Only nonsense, fear, and empty space.
Though I walked uncertain, slow, and tense,
The horrors came — yet made no sense.

I met them bare, no visor drawn,
For blinders, not shields, protect the dawn.
Though much of strength I poured and spent,
The mind returned — not killed, not bent.

Rare is reason in this madhouse still,
Half-wits abound, a crawling ill.
Yet words took edge, precise and keen,
To guide the verse through all the scene.

The chaos shrank to narrow bounds,
I reached the final spiral rounds:
Only the Word remains my friend —
Such is my vow, until the end.



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A youth’s vow forged in fire and strife:
Fight always — that is life.
Only the Word can stand, endure —
My guiding light, my soul’s cure.



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To Be or Not to Be?

The “people” — freaks,
A raging herd.
Not fools —
They’ll grind you down,

Or crush,
Erase from light,
Then finish you.
If wise — not right:

There’s only one
Answer to this test:
A haven of pain
And words oppressed.

Everything’s awry —
A vacuum sucks:
Not dust,
But rotting muck.

Spirit’s torn apart,
Hell’s servants swarm.
Not to be, not to be —
Here only wails perform.

Wail in unison,
Wear the mask,
Like all the rest —
That’s Darkness’ task.

If you’re not a freak,
Leave this cursed pack.
Go only inward —
There’s Light, the track.

In the world — don’t be,
In Spirit — live.
Float toward Light,
And only Light give.



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The herd will grind the wise away,
Only Spirit shows the path and stay.
In the world — fade, in Light — arise,
Live for Truth, and sever lies.



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Foolishness and “Courage”

Fear, stupidity, and sometimes… so-called courage —
The very core of every army’s guise.
To guard the fascist flag, the bondage,
To keep and watch all chains arise.

All “nations” now are fascist zones —
CowID revealed it loud and clear.
A soldier? — your song is sung, the bones
Of effort wasted year to year.

All striving set by soulless hordes
Is pointless, hollow, vain.
Even blue ranks are now “normal” swords,
Their shameless, cruel cries remain.

The cries called propaganda bind
The ranks of fools in blind accord.
There you stand — soon fallen, left behind,
For reason’s purged and truth ignored.

Each soldier in these armies
Mirrors the “enemy” in form.
The world itself — a stinking barracks,
All else a dream, a fancied norm.

True courage lies in freedom’s fight,
Yet here, the inhumane twist the cause.
Their lies corrupt the flame of right,
And every struggle earns their claws.

To seek new ways to battle chains —
That’s heroism, pure and rare.
But all fall for petty, shallow gains,
While Hell eclipses hope everywhere.



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Fear and fools parade as brave,
Chains protected, minds enslaved.
Fight for freedom — that alone is true,
Else Hell will mock the best of you.



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Fuss and Fray

The fuss of life, now stale and bleak,
Has dwindled to the web’s breakdowns, weak.
No doubt in humans, “fatherland,”
But still the soul reached out its hand.

It guided, saved, and kept me whole,
While reason played its minor role.
I’ve walked through countless paths of pain,
And felt death’s weariness again.

Its light dissolved all curses near,
And showed the way, though hard to steer.
I lifted spells along that road,
Through Hell itself, that heavy load.

The path through Hell is no jest, no game,
If from your youth you’ve learned its flame.
No jests, no sarcasm will avail
If you are corrupt, doomed to fail.

So I lived alone, shunned work and throng,
Built simple schemes to avoid the wrong.
To step less often into the vomit
Of World Bedlam’s endless comet.

Madness swirls — alone you’re spared,
Yet there, insights and visions are bared.
Be brave, and trust in nothing — save
The guiding spark the soul gave.

For worst of Hell are not the whips,
But lies that twist and choke and grip.
Its terror thrives in total deceit —
A slippery path where Hell and lies meet.



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In Hell, the worst’s not whip or flame,
But lies that twist and mask the game.
Trust the soul — it lights the way,
And guides you safely through the fray.



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Small and Medium Business — No Match for the Mob

“When there are many prohibitions under Heaven, the people grow poor.”
— Lao;Tzu, 5th century B.C.


A mountain of permits and checks to win,
Hop through hoops, then hope you’ll still begin.
What chance has business if it’s sheared like sheep,
Reduced to flocking in a filthy heap?

They brandished sabers — “standards” by command —
The bosses flaunt their ugly, law;fed hand.
Will trade become a herd of docile beasts? —
It’s always so: the rot increases, not the least.

Business is no enemy of the crowd:
Above — the inhuman, below — the proud
Scum who do their masters’ every will.
And the mob believes the dogma — sends to kill.

The crushing works its slow and patient art:
Step by step they squeeze you, tear apart.
Turn you to nothing — beasts declare they’re right;
By “law” they love to grind and starve the light.



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Ticks

Humanity, in the process of knowing,
Fades as “science” spreads its claim.
Everywhere, Spirit is being cut,
Replaced by schemes that kill, by glitches’ game.

These plans — a Procrustean bed for the mind —
A world of halfwits and fools aligned.
Spiritual souls are mute in this madhouse,
While pseudo-scientists howl, triumphant, aroused.

Other forces guard false creeds,
Twin;jawed ticks that squeeze the seeds.
Mass deployment? — chains abound!
Materialism turns humans to things unbound.

All false religions — ideologies of slavery —
Strike low, then sideways, in cruel misbehavery.
Half-truths and lies move through the land,
Dragging this wretched world to sand.

Believe nothing; ignite your intuition,
Multiply critical thought, act with volition.
Take any “science,” any “tradition” — look close,
And there the Devil shows his host.

For in control stands the inhuman,
Killing consciousness, the ultimate tool.
Souls tormented, all under strict supervision:
“Religions,” all “sciences” — rotting fuel.



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Spirit dies as lies prevail,
Pseudo-science sets the jail.
Twin;jawed ticks crush mind and soul —
Trust your spark to keep you whole.



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The Zoo

Baboons are not men,
And is a macaque a mother?
No reason remains to stay
In this zoo — flee, discover!

We live in the World Zoo,
A vanishing sight for the wise.
If clever — they’ll slaughter us all too,
CowID proves the cruelest ties.

And the petty wars rage on,
Inhumans enter a wild frenzy.
The zoo and madhouse are one,
Spirit traded for scraps — “tit for tat” plenty.

Yet you can hide within the Spirit —
Switch on intuition, sharp and true!
Cataclysms will come — the rumors merit,
Don’t dawdle, the signs construe.

Know yourself not as mere flesh,
But an immortal soul to guide.
Among beasts, if brave, enmesh
The world reveals its sores inside.

Cataclysm will purge the rot,
Life will flourish in Pure Spirit’s light.
But for now, the world sinks in lies,
And fascism rules the blighted night.



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Among the beasts, flee or fall,
Hide in Spirit, heed the call.
Lies rule now, but courage frees —
The soul alone defies disease.



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Global Bedlam

“The whole world must be justified,
So that one may live!”
— Konstantin Balmont, “In Souls There Is Everything,” 1899


The world must be entirely razed
To save the Spirit here alive.
For this is no world — a dull malaise,
Where the wise cannot survive.

A mixture of violence and lies,
Of treachery, deceit, and pain.
Where life’s a mirage before your eyes,
A filthy, hellish stain.

Only Spirit holds any weight
Amid the fools’ chaotic throng.
Elsewhere, Spirit meets its fate
Bound by centuries of wrong.

The fearful outcome of enslavement,
Stretching through the endless years.
And those once godlike in achievement
Now appear as fools and peers.

Yet soon will come the Final Judgment,
Not the twisted lies they teach.
For all the scriptures here are truant —
Inhumans will be cast from reach.

And it will be a cataclysm,
Shaking all the filth away.
Vile Satanism will vanish,
And the link with God will stay.

That link has long been lost —
In Hell, God seems not required.
When all the filth is finally tossed,
You won’t be alone, inspired.

Then Spirit will triumph,
Unity, ecstasy at last.
You’ll feel almost godlike,
But only when the Spirit’s cast.

Fortify your Spirit, fight always —
No other paths exist.
Only the years remain
Of planets sunk in hellish tryst.



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The world must burn to save the Soul,
Hell’s lies erased, make Spirit whole.
Fight, endure — the final day
Will cast the inhuman scum away.



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Nonsense

Nonsense presses deep inside,
A filthy, wretched tide.
Nothing vile could match its spite,
Fit for the Judgment Day’s light.

Slavery’s grown so commonplace,
A global law, a vile embrace.
The rabble, as always, dumb and vain,
Their mind and spirit gone, inane.

Hysteria reigns supreme,
All seem decent — but none redeem.
We sell ourselves with ease, betray,
And soon the world madhouse holds sway.

It’ll become a menagerie,
Captive to that fascist fiend.
Spitting on the law entirely,
Where Hell itself is now convened.

Chains multiplied, the Spirit slain,
Our work is hollow, genocide reigns.
Deaf to reason, blind to light —
Here, god is murder, might is right.

Yet Nature will not tolerate this scum,
The Sun will purge the filth to come.
Restoring link between Earth and flame,
Burning the grotesque from whence they came.

The bond of Sun and Earth endures,
A law that scorches to the core.
All the monsters cast away,
From the planet cleansed, restored once more.



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Nonsense floods, the Spirit dies,
Chains of Hell, where the rabble lies.
Yet Nature strikes — the Sun will burn,
And Earth restored, the filth will spurn.



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Foolishness

Foolish is he who fails to know
The fools around, or, knowing, won’t go.
Yet since the “people” are dumb and crude,
Nothing in them stirs — only degradation’s mood.

So solitude is the lot assigned
To those whose reason’s not confined,
Who in their ardent, pure pursuits
Despise the fiends, the tyrant brutes,
The puppeteers of fascist schemes.

Fascism shifts its names, deceives,
Fooling fools with endless lies.
If you refuse to rot in filth,
Save your Soul through Insight’s eyes.

And this unfolds in quiet — hush,
The fools’ loud noise would minds crush.
Hasten to know the Spiritual Realm:
Though madness rises, overwhelming,
And even the steadfast it dismays,
Build strong the fortress of your Soul,
Raise walls of critical thought always.

Pour no fire upon their heads —
In madness soon all perish.
Ignite the fire of Insight instead —
Burn the lies their remnants cherish.

Lies have gnawed deep into the obedient mind,
So do not heed it, leave it behind.
Let the Heart’s voice lead the way
Into the Spiritual World.
Despise the vile, worthless fray!



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Know the fools, yet do not stay,
In their filth, do not decay.
Build your Soul, let Insight blaze,
Scorch the lies, and shun the haze.



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Moss-Snouted Pigs

Moss-snouted pigs — to the pit!
We’re no shit to match with it.
Of this filth I’ll not despair —
I’ll turn away, sleep early there.

And when I wake — a world anew,
No rotten toilet, stinking through,
Where Reason’s target’s set to die —
A shooting range, low, pitiful, sly.

Serve, then, mossy snouts: increase
The heaps of lies, let falsehoods feast.
Mock all that’s spiritual, and cheer
The decay that looms so near.

No longer humans — dumbest herd,
Feeding false diseases, every word.
The idiot now is “norm,” behold,
The foulest fiends lie brazen, bold,
Harvesting souls — do not delay,
Traitor or spy will meet decay.

Moss-snouted pigs are deep in shit
From fear — on battlefields they flit.
A new catastrophe appears,
And doom will strike these worthless peers.

Soon it comes for every sellout fool,
The slaves of fascist schemes, the tool,
Who only eats, obedient, dumb,
And silent kneels to what’s become.

For all the Spiritual — the Brightened Way,
There vanishes this horror’s sway.
The mossy snouts, their lies and sludge,
Fade when you move in Spirit’s judge.



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Moss-snouts to the pit!
Filth no match for wit.
Seek the Spirit’s way,
And all their lies decay.



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Dogma, Prejudice

Dogma, prejudice —
Where debate is crushed
Or fully wiped away.
In minds, only nonsense,
“Citizen” is worthless.
Foul fiends hold sway.
For the honest — sentence,
For the noble — Judas’ way.

Where dogma fades —
The “free world” stands?
Fears like magma blaze
Through lies and false commands.
False idols kill the Soul:
Don’t trust yourself,
Read the books —
They promise paradise.

Through media haze,
Reason is slain.
The world is now a plague:
False pests revealed to the sensitive.
Vile, cruel, terrifying…


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Dogma crushes thought,
Lies strike the heart.
False idols slay the Soul,
Media tears reason apart.
Vile, cruel, terrifying…



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Spirits and Demons of "Change"

"Spirits of the Russian Revolution — Russian spirits, though used by our enemy to our doom."
— Nikolai Berdyaev.

"French demons —
Clumsy, foolish fellows,
Yet they can whirl as well."
— Vladimir Vysotsky.


Swiss demons and Russian spirits
Have bathed us in blood.
Once serfs, now servants of landlords,
They became slaves: the Soviet Bedlam

Created horrors only Pol Pot
Could envy with great effort.
Awake, wretched, off to work.
Refuse — you face imprisonment.
Release your rage in the kitchen:
Scream louder — jail, asylum —
A sick dissident.
Read if you wish — boredom kills:
Censorship is worse than judge or cop.

Creative souls cannot
Fit their fire in Procrustean beds.
Overall, it’s dreary, wretched, worthless:
The fate of the Reasonable — to rot in despair.



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Spirits and demons of “change,”
Bathing us in blood and chains.
Creativity crushed, freedom slain —
Reason rots, despair remains.



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Truth-Lover Vasya Pupkin

Vasya Pupkin knows “the truth” —
Fed to fools by media sleight.
Through it, bravado, raucous youth —
And Bedlam marches into fight:
To pointless wars, to futile labor
For pennies, “climbing career’s stair.”
Each hour the media washes over
The remnants of thought in despair.

The approach is vile, yet cunning —
Chains of the mind held fast.
Vasya Pupkin, “constructive,” running
Seeks happiness in filth amassed;
Believes all nonsense fed by monsters,
Obeys without fail or pause,
Though stronger fiends scorch him with genocide,
Yet misfortune strikes him once more by cause.



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Vasya Pupkin loves “the truth,”
Fed to fools by media sleuth.
Follows filth, obeys the beast —
Brain chained, hope dying, truth deceased.



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Jumping Through May

I jump through May,
Though today is December.
Thus I purge the Fool,
Where reason grows tender.

The Heart is foremost,
Above all the rest.
In December’s cold,
Forget what you’re “blessed.”

The rubbish and Flame
Lie buried as one,
Yet a spark, like a banner,
Flashes through smoke and sun.

Save that spark,
Ignite the Fire bold.
But swiftly, with courage —
The dark hides all told.

The smoke suffocates,
Poison in decay,
Of monsters’ vile lies
In the global fray.

The essence of the idea —
Always survive the strife:
Become more cunning, cruel —
Shake, consume your life.

Then within yourself,
The Soul burns away
Faster, purged
In the cruel, cunning play.



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Jump through May,
Though December chills.
Spark through smoke,
The Heart wills.

Ignite the Fire,
Swift and bold —
In the lies of monsters,
Let the Soul be purged cold.



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Show-offs and Fears

They bluff at all times, everywhere,
Exceptions are shockingly rare.
These bluffs keep all under control —
And every creature strikes with the whole.

Believe not, fear not, send away
All vile beasts to hell, and stay
Bristling with sharp critical thought:
For loathsome vermin, doubt is fraught.

Brains get shredded by the bluff,
While stupidity reigns rough.
Everywhere’s a warfront, the aim —
To rot the mind, to snuff the flame.

Evil nonhumans stir up fear,
Want you to wear the scapegoat’s gear —
Far worse than gallows or the block,
They craft you for a heavier shock.

Do not be the goat — fight the Evil,
Or your Soul will fall, disheveled.
Before the bluff and lying hound,
Stand like a rock, if Light you’ve found.

Spiritual Light will scatter the Dark —
Bluffs will vanish, dogs will park.
Do not bow to any filth,
For here three-quarters is Shame, Fear, and Myth.

Seek your axis, strive alone,
Reach higher than you’ve ever known.
Heaven won’t answer every call —
So soar yourself, surpass them all.



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Bluffs strike everywhere, beware —
Fear not, doubt, stand square.
Evil schemes, hounds, and lies —
Light the Soul, let darkness die.



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The Two-Thousandth Poem

The two-thousandth poem approaches,
A hellish nightmare, pure dread —
It gnaws at health and encroaches,
Though I write no nonsense, it’s said.

A joke at first, that was the start —
This “product” drained me, it’s true.
Yet strength remains in my heart,
Persistent, firm, I push it through.

This “fruit” will rot, in decay
To nourish the next lines I write.
The poems assault it, come what may,
For stakes are high in this fight.

I’ve wagered my health, my life,
So dull in routine it may be.
Enough with patience like a cow’s strife —
A war on the Beast declares me free.

A war to slay the Soul outright,
And verse itself becomes the gun.
All sinks in lies, decay in sight,
Poisoning Souls till the end is done.

Write like a machine — spit out the lines.
To it I’m chained, fire away!
Let points explode in jagged signs,
And let evil, lies, and fears decay.



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Two-thousandth verse, a nightmare looms,
It gnaws, it drains, yet strength resumes.
Write like a gun, let lies ignite —
Smash evil, fear, and dark to light.



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Beasts

When you become a beast,
Then you’re happy, saved, and free
From all the world’s unrest. The feast
Of madness hides you quietly.

This is the law the scum impose,
A world of lies, both vast and wild.
No more punishments or throes —
To keep the herd in darkness filed.

Oh, how repulsive are their faces,
The stench they spread like toxic wind!
Nature’s shame, these cursed traces —
Monsters of your nightmare pinned.

No need for films of horror now,
Walking excrement eclipses all.
They’ll call the poison shot a “plow,”
And heed the fascist’s labor call.

That labor kills what Spirit’s left,
And Reason too, they aim to slay.
The call to crush the few bereft
Who won’t obey the poisoned way.

The world is blinded, bound, enslaved,
By the fascist pest that rules their minds.
Yet early cheers for scum are waived —
The victory’s not theirs to find.

The clock strikes only midnight yet —
The dawn approaches, loud and grim.
Retribution they won’t forget
For the genocidal whim.

The filth will choke on blood and pain,
The Judgment fierce will come to all.
That day will purge the monstrous stain,
And humans will again stand tall.

They’ll see that only Spirit’s might
Has value, weight, and truth to give.
To fear is foolish in their sight —
For fear alone makes beasts out live.



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Beasts rejoice, their minds enslaved,
Yet dawn will strike, their power caved.
Spirit alone can hold the key —
Fear makes the herd, but sets us free.



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The End of Times

The sky is molten, burning red,
The nations dumb, their minds astray.
This is the start of all our dread,
And fascist filth miscalculated way.

They’ll be destroyed, the fascist breed,
The Earth reclaimed from human blight.
So cleansed the soil, no more their seed,
The world reborn in purging light.

New tribes will rise where old have failed,
Sprouting shoots of life anew.
We stand now where the End prevails —
So quake, you fiends! Your doom’s in view!

Those who have kept their Mind and Soul
Will pass to worlds beyond the pain.
For all who guarded Hell’s dark toll —
Death strikes the sellouts once again.



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Molten skies, the fascists quake,
The Earth will rise, their lies will break.
Those who kept Mind and Spirit free —
Their vengeance comes, the traitors flee.



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Fascists burn, the Earth reclaims,
Mind and Spirit rise; traitors face flames.

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Scum of fascists, quake and bleed,
Spirit strikes back — their end decreed.



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World War Three

All hot wars are never truly efficient —
The death of the masses remains insufficient.
Losses mount, grotesque and persistent,
While the wretched fiend weeps over his possessions,
The psych who long plotted genocide,
Scheming nothing but harm,
A vile Demon, using human filth
As his pawns, commanding “attack!”

The first step in this war: poison them all,
Pesticides and additives in their food.
The goal: to breed a generation
Dulled in mind, lost in insane delusion.

For fools are easiest slain by lies,
Frightened first with any nonsense.
Nonsense — a false virus, and lies — injections,
Erasing the stinking global madhouse with ease.

Weapon tests ran on fake AIDS,
Where the false test was the key, and the poison lethal.
This forged a twisted medicine,
A modern SS, finishing off its victims.

Everywhere, the demon placed his saboteurs
In every vital post of control.
They sought mutants who looked human
Yet were beasts within.

These scum he nurtured as superweapons,
Rising slowly to the peaks,
Binding them with blackmail, weaving gossip,
Keeping them tight, obedient to the fold.

Demon, fiend, and scum — this unholy triad
Drives the world like cattle to slaughter,
Already turning Earth into a hellish mimicry,
And our final battle seems lost.

Yet for the remnants of humanity, one hope remains —
To call down the fire of the Sun upon themselves.
Despite the pain, the fear, the exhaustion,
They will strike the vile in unison, annihilating the fiend.

All the inhuman will perish, we’ll rise in Spirit,
Shedding nightmares and illusions like dead skin.
Death is only idle gossip,
A vile lie to keep us all in chains.



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World War Three

Hot wars fail. Masses live.
Losses rise. Madness thrives.
The fiend cries over gold,
The psych who bred genocide.

Poison first. Food, water, air.
Fools are easy. Lies strike deep.
False virus. Injected lies.
Global madhouse burns.

Fake AIDS. Deadly tests.
Twisted medicine. Modern SS.
Victims fall. Scum rises.
Mutants hide in human skin.

Demon. Fiend. Scum. Triad.
Cattle to slaughter. Earth, hellish.
Final fight seems lost.
Yet hope burns.

Call down Sunfire.
Strike the vile. Annihilate the fiend.
All inhuman dies. Spirit rises.
Nightmares shed. Illusions gone.

Death is gossip. Lies enslave.
We rise. We fight.
Spirit strong. Chains broken.
The vile perish. Dawn comes.



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World War Three

Wars burn — masses live, yet die.
Fiends laugh. Psychos reign.
Genocide spread like plague,
Their hands slick with our pain.

Poison! Food! Air! Water!
Brains fried, fools fall blind.
Lies hit first — viral sting,
Madness chains all mankind.

Fake AIDS, false tests,
Medicine twisted — death dressed in white.
Modern SS in clinics hide,
Slaughtering souls out of sight.

Mutants march in human skin,
Scum as weapons, rising high.
Bribed, bound, rumors spun,
Truth buried where angels die.

Demon. Fiend. Scum. Triad.
Earth herded to hell’s gate.
Final fight seems lost,
Yet Spirit refuses fate.

Call the Sunfire down!
Incinerate the vile!
Strike the fiend, crush the psych,
Raze the lies, burn the guile!

All inhuman falls.
Nightmares, illusions — gone.
Chains shattered, Spirit ascends,
The vile dead, dawn comes strong!

Death is gossip, lies enslave.
We rise, we fight,
Unchained Spirit, fire in veins,
Hell itself dies tonight!



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Infernal Strike

Sunfire burns the fiends to ash,
Scum and demons meet their crash.
Spirit rises — hell undone,
Vile destroyed, the dawn has won!



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Apocalypse Roar

Scum will choke in their own filth,
Demons scream, the sky ignites.
Spirit claws through hellish night —
Vengeance burns, the world alights!



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World War Three

All hot wars are not so deadly —
Populations barely fall.
Losses mount, grotesque and heavy,
While the madman weeps o’er all,

Who long ago began the slaughter,
Planned genocide for all our kind.
That vile Demon schemes, no quarter,
Took human filth, commanded: “Bind!”

The first step in this war was poisoning,
Pesticides and venom in our food.
A generation dumb, unreasoning,
Spun into madness, blind and crude.

Fools are felled with lies alone,
Frightened first by any trash.
Falsehoods — viral, lies — a poisoned bone,
Cripple the world’s vile, chaotic mash.

Weapons tested on fake AIDS,
Where false tests laid the deadly scheme.
This forged a medicine of shades,
Like SS ghosts in every dream.

Divers everywhere, planted deep,
On posts of power, top and high.
They groomed the beasts, their secrets keep,
Twisting truth, their webs of lie.

Demon, fiend, and filth — a triad,
Driving the world as cattle to slaughter.
Hell on Earth, the last fight clad,
The madman’s reign will falter.

For humankind, one last resort —
Invoke the Sun, its cleansing fire.
Despite the pain, the fear, the hurt,
Exterminate the fiends entire.

All nonhumans perish, Spirit wakes,
Horrors shed like nightmare veils.
Death is but rumor the darkness makes,
Vile lies to keep us in their jails.



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World War Three

Hot wars burn — not enough!
Deaths scarce, losses rough.
Madman laughs, tears feign,
Genocide long, all in vain.

Step one — poison the food,
Generations dumb, cruelly stewed.
Fools fall to lies alone,
Fear struck first, brains overthrown.

False virus, poisoned lie,
Crush the world, chaos nigh.
Weapons tested, fake AIDS’ toll,
SS shadows haunt the soul.

Divers deep on power’s throne,
Beasts are groomed, truth overthrown.
Demon, filth, and fiend unite,
Drive the world to endless night.

One last hope — Sun’s fierce flame,
Burn the filth, purge their name.
Pain and fear, all must die,
Spirit rises, darkness flies.

All the monsters meet their end,
Nightmares shed, new life ascend.
Death — a whisper, lies — a chain,
Truth and Spirit shall remain.



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World War Three — Apocalypse Pulse

Burning wars? Too tame!
Deaths half, losses lame.
Madman cackles, world a joke,
Genocide plans — poison poke.

Step one — taint every bite,
Generations dumbed, lost in fright.
Fools fall first, scared to the core,
Lies strike deep, brains no more.

False virus, needle of doom,
Crush the masses, poison bloom.
Fake AIDS, twisted tests,
SS shadows grind the rest.

Divers planted in every post,
Monsters groomed to serve the host.
Compromised, bound, whispers spread,
Chains of fear hold all in dread.

Demon, fiend, and filth unite,
Drive the world to endless night.
Earth a pit, Hell’s shadow cast,
Our final fight — blast by blast!

One spark remains — Sun’s fierce fire,
Burn the filth, purge the mire.
Pain and fear, all must break,
Spirit rises, chains will shake.

Monsters fall, we ascend,
Nightmares end, new worlds blend.
Death? A rumor, lies? A cage,
Spirit and Truth — the final rage.



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World War Three — Flashfire

Fools poisoned, liars armed,
Madmen laugh, the world charred.
Sun ignites — filth will burn,
Spirit rises, Hell must turn.



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World War Three — Inferno Strike

Fools choke on lies.
Madmen march, filth flies.
Sun scorches, devils fall.
Spirit burns, Hell’s wall.



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World War Three — Fury Unleashed

Burn the lies, scorch the ground,
Madmen scream, their screams resound.
Pestilence poured, poison rained,
Generations dumbed, all brains drained.

Demons grin, their tools in hand,
Mutants rise to rule the land.
Chains of fear, deceit, and shame,
World in ruins, none to blame.

Blasts of truth ignite the skies,
Sun’s fierce fire cleanses lies.
Spirits rise, the filth destroyed,
Hell’s dark shroud by light deployed.

Fools shall choke, the vile shall fall,
Only Spirit stands above it all.
Death’s a whisper, lies confined,
Human flame will break the bind.



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World War Three

Scorch the liars, burn the vile,
Sun and Spirit crush their guile.
Demons fall, the Truth ignites,
Human flame survives the night.



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World War Three — Inferno Litany

Poisoned liars, burn and bleed!
Demons crumble, vile recede!
Sun ignites the Spirit’s wrath,
Smash the schemers in your path!

Chains of falsehood crack and fall,
Earth reclaims from tyrant’s thrall!
Every shadow, every lie,
Flare in flames, and never die!

Rise, O Human, fierce and free,
Strike the darkness, let it flee!
Ash to ash, their reign is done,
Dawn of Spirit, battles won!



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Inferno Strike

Burn the liars, crush the scum!
Sun ignites — their reign is done.
Demons fall and tyrants flee,
Spirit rises, fierce and free!

Ash to ash, the lies decay,
Dawn of truth will lead the way.
All the horrors cast aside,
Human will, our only guide!



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War of Lies

Smash the demons, burn their lie!
Sun will blaze, the scum will die.
Spirit strikes where darkness crawls,
Truth will crush the tyrants’ walls.



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Apocalypse Strike

Demons rise — we strike!
Lies burn — we fight!
Scum cowers — Sun ignites!
Spirit roars — crushing night!



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Apocalypse Strike

Demons rise — we strike!
Lies burn — we fight!
Scum cowers — Sun ignites!
Spirit roars — crushing night!

Chains break — minds awaken,
Shadows flee — the dawn is shaken.
All false gods will fall, undone,
Truth strikes hard — we are the one!

Fear melts — courage takes its place,
Scorched earth clears the foul disgrace.
Blades of fire, hearts of steel,
Only Spirit grants the final seal!



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Hellstorm Anthem

Demons crawl — we rise!
Lies burn — truth flies!
Scum shivers — Sun ignites,
Spirit storms — crushing nights!

Chains snap — minds ignite,
Shadows scream — vanish from sight.
False gods crumble, kneel undone,
Steel of Spirit — we are the one!

Fear dies — courage bleeds,
Ash and fire fuel our deeds.
Blades of flame, hearts like stone,
Only Spirit stands alone!

Blood rains — the vile fall,
Earth cleansed — annihilate all.
Screams of scum, lies untold,
Shattered chains — the brave, bold!

Strike fast — crush the rot,
Dawn erupts — the battle's hot.
Hell unleashed, yet hope will gleam,
Spirit triumphs — the final beam!



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Apocalypse Surge

Scum falls — Spirit reigns,
Ash rains — shatter chains!
False kings — devoured by fire,
Lies combust — the Heart’s desire!

Demons howl — Earth convulses,
Truth explodes — fear repulses.
Every shadow, every deceit,
Crushed beneath our Spirit’s beat!

Flesh and rot — scream in vain,
Only Spirit cleanses pain.
Sun ignites — the vile burn,
Hell trembles — none return!

Blades of light — strike like storm,
Souls reborn, fierce and warm.
Blood of scum, lies in dust,
Rise, Spirit, rise — only trust!

Chains of scorn — ripped apart,
Dawn erupts — ignite the heart.
Every falsehood, every lie,
Obliterated — we defy!

Final surge — apocalypse cries,
Scum devoured, Spirit flies.
Ash and flame, a world reborn,
Through the chaos, we are sworn!



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Spirit’s Wrath

Scum burns, lies shatter — rise!
Chains snap, demons fall — despise!
Only Spirit reigns — apocalypse cries!



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Rise, O Spirit, crush the vile!
Lies burn, their shadow dies.
Chains break — the pure shall rule!

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Hell trembles, lies ignite!
Demons scatter, darkness dies!
Spirit’s flame devours the night!

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Shatter scum, ignite the skies!
All falsehood falls, truth defies.
Spirit storms — the tyrant dies!

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Smash the filth, rise unbound!
Truth cuts deep, their lies fall down.
Spirit reigns — the fools are drowned!

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Expose the scum, burn their veil!
All false gods and liars fail.
Spirit strikes — the tyrants wail!

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Rage and flame, sweep them aside!
Chains of lies no longer hide.
Spirit roars — the world is wide!

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Shatter deceit with fearless might!
Darkness flees the piercing light.
Spirit stands — the wronged ignite!

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Crush the vermin, break the night!
Falsehood bleeds beneath our fight.
Spirit strikes — behold the sight!

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Burn the lies, crush their reign!
Fools will choke on their own chain.
Spirit rises — we strike again!

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Smash the scum, their towers fall!
No more chains to bind us all.
Spirit roars — the world stands tall!

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Strike the filth, tear their mask!
Truth’s fierce blade leaves none to ask.
Spirit reigns — unleash the task!

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Vermin quake beneath our might!
Falsehood dies within the light.
Spirit strikes — behold the fight!

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Crush the tyrants, shatter lies!
Chains of darkness break and die.
Spirit rises — no compromise!

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Strike the filth, burn their night!
Chains will crumble under might.
Spirit surges — end the blight!

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Vermin fall, the lies ignite!
Truth commands, the scum in fright.
Spirit strikes — eternal fight!

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Smash the lies, rend their veil!
Chains of death will surely fail.
Spirit roars — the pure prevail!

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Crush the tyrants, burn the fake!
No more chains, no more mistake.
Spirit rises — worlds awake!

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Falsehood bleeds beneath our flame.
Chains dissolve — none to blame.
Spirit reigns — we call its name!

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Tear the veil, strike the lie!
Scum shall fall, the weak comply.
Spirit lives — it will not die!

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Chains of darkness, end your hold!
Truth strikes fierce, the lies unfold.
Spirit shouts — the brave are bold!

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Smash the cage, shatter the night!
Vermin scatter at our sight.
Spirit’s fire burns so bright!

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Strike the scum, ignite the skies!
Lies will crumble, truth will rise.
Spirit storms — no compromise!

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Crush the vile, break their chains!
Light erupts, the false remains.
Spirit roars — the world regains!

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Burn the filth, cleanse the land!
Chains of evil break by hand.
Spirit stands — the world will stand!

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Tyrants fall, lies turn to dust!
Spirit’s sword — the only trust.
Truth prevails — betray no must!

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Smash the lies, rend the night!
Chains will break beneath our might.
Spirit storms — the scum takes flight!

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Falsehood burns beneath the sun.
Chains of death will come undone.
Spirit fights — till all is won!

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Strike the filth, ignite the flame!
Vermin fall, none left to claim.
Spirit roars — eternal name!

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Tear the veil, destroy their lies!
Scum shall crumble, truth will rise.
Spirit strikes — the brave will rise!

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Chains of darkness, break and fall!
Truth commands, the lies will crawl.
Spirit reigns — we heed the call!

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Tear the cage, strike the foe!
Chains of evil now must go.
Spirit lives — our power shows!

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Burn the scum, ignite the skies!
Falsehood bleeds, the coward dies.
Spirit’s fire — no compromise!

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Crush the vile, break the chains!
Truth erupts, the false remains.
Spirit shouts — the world regains!

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Smash the cage, shatter the night!
Vermin scatter at our sight.
Spirit’s fire burns so bright!

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Tyrants fall, lies turn to dust!
Spirit’s sword — the only trust.
Truth prevails — betray no must!

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Strike the darkness, light the way!
Chains dissolve, the scum will pay.
Spirit rises — break of day!

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Crush the lies, ignite the flame!
Scum shall fall, none left to claim.
Spirit reigns — eternal name!

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Chains will shatter, lies will burn!
Spirit strikes — no more return.
Truth commands — the scum will learn!

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Strike the vile, tear the night!
Chains of darkness end their blight.
Spirit roars — the pure unite!

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Burn the scum, purge the land!
Chains of evil break by hand.
Spirit stands — the world will stand!

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Crush the tyrants, shatter lies!
Falsehood dies, the truth will rise.
Spirit storms — the brave are wise!

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Strike the scum, ignite the fire!
Chains of sin consumed by ire.
Spirit roars — lift us higher!

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Tear the veil, crush the blight!
Chains of evil break by might.
Spirit shields — the world sees light!

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Smash the lies, the false will fall!
Chains of death will bind them all.
Spirit fights — obey the call!

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Strike the scum, ignite the skies!
Falsehood dies, truth never lies.
Spirit reigns — the pure arise!



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Chains of darkness shatter, spirit roars!
Lies ignite, consumed by blazing truth!
Filth falls, the Light rises fierce and pure!
Fear crushed — the Soul stands, unstoppable!



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Rise, Soul! Smash the filth, let lies burn!
Fear dies — the Light strikes, unstoppable!

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Crush the scum, let their venom choke!
Soul ablaze — strike down the darkness, no mercy!



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Beasts

When you become a beast yourself,
You're happy, saved from all the strife.
Shielded by the slime of madness,
This is the law of cursed life.

Imposed by scum with lies so wild,
Across the Earth their will is laid.
No more executions needed,
To keep the herd in hellish shade.

Oh, how repulsive are their faces,
The stench they carry through the air!
Just shame of nature, vile aberrations,
The monsters of your darkest nightmare.

No need to film the horror reels,
The walking excrement will steal
The very terror, overshadow all—
Their poison heals, they call it real.

The beasts now serve the fascist fiend,
Who calls them forth to labor vile.
Their task — to kill the last of Spirit,
And Reason too, in their cruel style.

Calls ring out to punish those
Who will not prick with poisoned jabs.
The world is blind, enslaved by the fiend,
And shackled under his cruel grabs.

Yet early glee of scum is foolish —
Victory will not be their prize.
For the clock has struck but midnight’s hour —
The dawn approaches, fierce, not shy.

Retribution will not come quietly
For the centuries of genocide.
The scum will choke upon their blood,
And judgment’s wrath will not subside.

The day to come will cleanse the Earth,
The horrors shed like night’s dark veil.
Death is but idle rumor spread,
A vile lie meant to enslave and flail.

All scum shall perish, Spirit rise,
Shedding nightmares, chains, and lies.
For only Spirit holds the worth,
And fearing fools themselves demise.



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Beasts

Become the beast, be free from chains,
Madness shields, but Spirit reigns!
Scum and lies may rule the Earth,
But only Spirit holds its worth!

Stench of monsters, shame of all,
Hear their screams, watch tyrants fall!
Beasts obey the fascist fiend,
Yet fire within shall be your gleam!

Poisoned jabs and false command,
The world enslaved by evil’s hand.
But dawn will rise, the scum will bleed,
Spirit’s fury answers need!

All horrors shed, the nightmare burns,
The fiendish lies the Spirit spurns.
Fear not death, nor trembling fools,
For only Spirit breaks their rules!

Rise, endure, let fire strike,
Sweep the Earth, purify alike!
Scum shall choke, the dawn ignite,
Spirit triumphant, holy, bright!



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Spirit’s Wrath

Beasts shall choke, the scum shall burn,
Only Spirit holds — the world shall turn!
Fear and lies shall crack and fall,
Rise, endure — destroy them all!



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Spirit Strike

Crush the filth, ignite the flame!
Only Spirit conquers shame!



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Rage of Spirit

Tear the vermin from the world!
Let the Spirit rise, unfurled!



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Spirit Strike

Rise, Spirit! Crush the filth!
Burn the lies! Shatter the guilt!
Fear is death — stand tall, defy!
Light will reign — the vermin die!