65 poems

So-Called “Authorities”

Criminal kingpins look humane and clean
Next to the “authorities” of science lore:
They don’t drug all minds with scripted routine,
Nor cook such filth on a factory floor,

Filth that for centuries perfects its trade —
To dumb down, to kill, to erase the will.
The mob has no mission, no planned crusade
To uproot all Spirit, to grind it to nil.

Once there was “Papa” — a known old hand,
Who jerked the Roman curia’s chain.
Today a “scientific” hat commands
All mankind — bends them over again.

Pseudo-viruses, rotgut, staged deceit,
Fakes, substitutions, calculated lies —
Thus all are made fools, complete.
The bastards’ master is fascism’s prize.

To scrub the Spirit from all cognition —
That’s the beasts’ owner’s daily concern.
It’s like a contest, a grim competition:
Who’ll do it better? They “grill” and burn

Both “facts” and brains with insolent lies.
They serve their masters like loyal hounds —
“Scientifically” shitting into minds,
Turning believers to docile, stupid livestock-bound.



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So-Called Authorities

Crime lords look cleaner, oddly humane
Next to the “science” authority caste:
They don’t poison all minds with sanctioned insane,
Nor cook mass-idiocy vast.

The mob never vowed, through centuries’ grind,
To murder the Spirit, erase the core.
No gang was assigned to dumb all mankind,
To salt the earth of inner lore.

Once priests bent brains — everyone knew.
Now lab coats do worse, with graphs and decree.
Fake plagues, rot theories, swaps dressed as “truth” —
All forged to make cattle of you and me.

To bleach out the Spirit is master’s demand.
They burn both facts and minds on cue —
Serving like dogs, they shit “science” canned,
And call submission “what’s rational, true”.



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Authorities

Crime lords look human — science does not.
Science grinds Spirit, cold and precise.
No gang swore an oath to dumb the whole lot,
Erase the core, salt the inside.

Lab coats replaced priests — same old control.
Fake plagues, fake facts, obedient minds.
Masters want cattle, not Spirit, not soul —
And “science” shits truth by design.



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So-Called Authorities

Crime lords seem human — next to your labs.
They don’t gas all minds with licensed crap.
No gang swore an oath, through centuries’ span,
To kill the Spirit in every man.

Once priests enslaved — now graphs take the throne.
Fake facts, fake plagues — flesh to the bone.
They burn the mind, call filth “the proof”.
Obey — and rot. That’s “scientific truth”.



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Total Lie

Francis Bacon once laid it bare:
Expose the slanderer — and still
The residue of lies will fare
To beat the fools by sheer free will.

Defame again — and louder yet.
Expose? No matter. What remains
Is noted well by hostile sect
That works on fools through mental chains.

You lied? Then lie again — refine.
The residue is hard to sweep.
Crude lies are past; the art is fine —
Nothing must block the upward leap.

If you aspire to climb “up there,”
Let nothing stand across your way.
Now empty mouths are those who rule —
The blatant fiend is pass;.

They showed CowID: with “care” surround
The idiots on every side.
First frighten them — the world is drowned
In puke of lies, well applied.

When fear reduces brains to dust
In pseudo-countries, stiff with fright,
Try acting soft — it won’t be just:
The ram won’t walk into the pen by right.

Add lies and fear, a “carrot” too
(A sack for traitors — never late),
Some timely perks, a freshened view —
And livestock enters on its date.

Idiot or ram — it makes no odds
How you prefer to name the herd.
The unbought few? Too small in odds —
Too late to save the world from fraud.

The Lie has seeped into the base,
Into the habits of the fools.
Sweep some away — it reappears,
For lies are strongest chains and tools.

The Pen stands ready. Deadlines shrink.
They taught the kids to lie with ease —
As simple now as piss and blink,
As natural as filth and disease.



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Total Lie

Bacon saw it clear: expose the lie —
Yet what remains will still prevail.
Defame again. Let truth go dry.
The residue will never fail.

Lie once? Then lie again — refine.
Rough fraud is old; now lies are sleek.
Nothing must block the upward climb —
The art is subtle, sharp, opaque.

Fear first. Then wrap it up as “care”.
Cow-ID, panic — nicely sold.
Drowned in lie-vomit, dumbed by scare,
The herd obeys, submissive, cold.

Lie, fear, a carrot — timed just right.
A sack for traitors — rule intact.
The Pen stands ready. Deadlines bite.
Even kids lie fast — like practiced fact.



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Total Lie

Bacon saw: expose the lie — it stays,
The residue outlives the truth.
Defame again. In subtle ways
The lie reforms, regains its youth.

Crude fraud is dead. The method’s fine:
Polished fear, refined deceit.
Nothing must block the upward climb —
The system runs on souls made meat.

Fear first — then name it “care” and “good”.
Control wears mercy as its skin.
The herd obeys, as herds always should,
When lies are breathed and fear digs in.

Lie, fear, a carrot — measured, clean.
A sack for those who step aside.
The Pen stands ready, tight, unseen.
Even children lie — and call it “life”.



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Total Lie

Expose the lie — it does not die.
It sheds its skin and learns to breathe.
Truth fades; the residue stays dry,
A form no cleansing can relieve.

The lie evolves. No noise, no rage —
Now fine, abstract, correctly dressed.
It builds the rules, defines the cage,
And names the sickness “progress, best”.

Fear is the air. Control the norm.
Care is the mask that power wears.
The herd complies — not weak, but formed
By habits drilled through years of snares.

Lie, fear, reward — a simple trine.
No hatred needed. No decree.
The Pen exists before the line.
The soul adapts — and calls it “free”.



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Total Lie

Expose the lie — it will not break.
It is the form in which things stand.
Truth bends; the residue will take
The shape of law, the shape of land.

The lie is air. It does not shout.
It names the cage “the way things are”.
Fear is its pulse. Control flows out
As “care”, as reason, clean and far.

No orders now. No need to force.
The Pen precedes the moving line.
The herd obeys by inner course
And calls the tightening “design”.

Yet beyond lie and fear combined,
Beyond the pen, beyond the role,
There is no thought, no trained-in mind —
There is the source that breaks control.

Not truth opposed to fraud or scheme,
Not fact to counter measured lie —
But what remains when form and name
And need to follow finally die.



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Total Lie

The lie is not opposed — it is the frame.
It does not rule; it shapes the will.
No truth can break it, named or claimed —
Only the source beyond it still.

When form and fear and self are gone,
No pen remains. No herd. No law.



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Revision of Pseudo-Science

Time to audit all of fake science,
To see how far the bastards will go:
How long will the sellouts and compliance
Extinguish the LIGHT in its flow?

Spirit erased — the foundation of living —
Rot spreads through every rotten scheme.
The chains multiply in minds believing,
A faithful fool trapped in the dream.

Not only the end of religion:
These whores are worse than the priests!
Fraud reigns supreme in this poor dominion,
Where Ass-World rules, the Puppets’ feast.

The “navel of the world” — a Giant Ass,
Known well as Devourer of Need.
A chance to profit? Science they amass,
To serve the Ass’s every greed.

Worse than religion is their heresy:
Dark intermediaries aren’t required.
CowID grins — Satan’s march, a frenzy,
Everywhere the foul desire inspired.

Few rise to crush the beasts’ illusions,
Though beasts aim true — the mind to drain,
To kill fragile souls with profusions
Of absurdity, the system’s gain.

Audit shows the foundations rotten,
False packages, methods built to lie.
Through lies they lead all thought forgotten,
Crucify reason, let sense die.

The hidden goal of fake science
Is unknown to the “common” rank.
The majors — sellouts, ruthless appliance —
Through grants drag all to the stank.

War plans aren’t the main example:
Weapons for Asses are second aim.
Chimeras implant minds, ample,
While first task — mind-rotting — stays the same.

Not secondary, but central,
And priests repeat as fools re-learn.
Lying ever more beneath absurdity,
The Ass-world digs its own grave to burn…



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Revision of Pseudo-Science

Time to audit all of fake science,
Sellouts snuff the LIGHT on the path.
Spirit erased — the mind’s defiance
Crushed by chains of the faithful’s wrath.

Not only priests, but worse the scholars,
Fraud rules in this poor, rotten world.
The Giant Ass devours and hollers,
Science serves the greed unfurled.

Methods built to lie, to blind,
Crucify reason, kill fragile souls.
Dark intermediaries grind
All thought into obedience and holes.

Few rise to strike the beasts’ illusion,
The rest obey, the herd aligned.
The Pen prepares, the mind’s confusion
Feeds the Ass-world’s endless grind.



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Pseudo-Science

Fake science stands — the LIGHT suppressed.
Spirit erased, the mind oppressed.
Methods of lies, chains of the herd,
Truth crushed beneath the measured word.

The Ass-world rules — no thought survives,
Only the source beyond it thrives.



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Pseudo-Science

Lie endures — the LIGHT withdrawn.
Mind erased, spirit torn.
Methods rot, chains bind the herd.
Truth decays; no voice is heard.

Beyond the Ass, beyond the pen,
The Source remains — beyond all men.



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No Longer Young and Bold

Once you were a grip, young and keen…
What now? Just swearing, sharp and mean.
Through gullibility and meek compliance
You became a slave — ruled by defiance
Of a world corrupt, a shameful scene.
Sellouts guided you to “success”:
Money and “status” eclipsed youth’s fires,
You grew solid — a boil of desires.

Boils upon Nature’s canvas spread —
They call it “people”, hollow, dead.
She mourns — the freaks are all around,
Through lies, misfortunes there abound.
Spirit, mind, and honor crushed to dust,
The “people” always fail, betray, mistrust.
They call a hellish world their “free”,
They only eat and drink, dreaming to be.

Total lies drive fools to fight and work.
Tasks are simple — the slime will smirk:
It builds a Camp; the rotten show,
How low the freaks for “happiness” go.
Decay and madness reach extreme,
The world oppressed with cunning scheme.

Once you were a grip, young and bold,
Now degenerate — the price of sold.
For the beasts this world’s a game to play:
More fools they bend, and all obey.
All that’s left is swearing in rage,
If in lies you didn’t lose your stage
Among vile creatures, hand in hand,
Leading the world to the Reckoning’s land:

A pyramid of filth through darkness flies,
The media churns its blackened lies.
“Everything’s fine!” — again the knave believes,
Servant to Evil, blind who deceives.

Remain, though not young, a grip, a spark,
Seek in the dark the Light — not the mark
Of turning into filth, the world’s own rod.
Find it, and rise to Other Spheres, unflawed,
Beyond lies and Lucifer’s sly traps.
Inside all Light — outside, just scraps.
First shout to Hell: “NO!!!” —
The ONE path revealed:
Through the real, the Light will guide your trail.



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No Longer Young

Once you gripped the world, young and bold,
Now swearing sharp, your fire cold.
Through gullibility and meek compliance,
You fell to slavery, ruled by defiance.

The world decays, its spirit crushed,
Fools obey, their minds all hushed.
Sellouts and lies bend all to scheme,
Madness spreads, the herd’s extreme.

Remain a grip, though youth has fled,
Seek Light in darkness, lift your head.
Shout to Hell: “NO!!!” — the path is clear,
Through the real, the Light draws near.

Inside all Light — outside, the mess,
Beyond lies, beyond Lucifer’s chess.



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No Longer Young

Grip once held — now youth has fled.
Swear, resist — don’t bow to dread.
The world lies, fools obey,
Yet Light exists beyond decay.

Shout to Hell: “NO!!!” — break the chain,
Beyond lies, beyond Lucifer’s reign.
Inside all Light — outside, the mess,
Seek the path where Truth coalesces.



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No Longer Young

Grip once held — youth not yet lost.
Shout to Hell: break the chains, defrost.
Light remains inside the soul,
Beyond lies, beyond the whole.



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No Longer Young

Grip once held — youth strikes again!
Shout to Hell! Break every chain!
Light inside, unbowed, untamed,
Beyond all lies, the world reclaimed!



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No Longer Young

Grip once held — now rise and strike!
Shout to Hell! Break every spike!
Light inside, unbroken, pure,
Beyond all lies, your soul’s secure.
Chains may bind, the herd may fall,
Yet beyond darkness — the Light calls all.



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No Longer Young

Grip once held — now rise, ignite!
Shout to Hell! Defy the night!
Chains may tighten, fools obey,
But Light within will show the way.

The world may rot, the herd may kneel,
Yet souls endure, and hearts can feel.
Beyond all lies, beyond the thrall,
The Source remains — it outlasts all.



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No Longer Young

Grip once held — rise and ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break every chain!
Light inside — unbowed, alive,
Fools may kneel, yet souls survive.
Beyond all lies — the Source will thrive!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout! Break! Resist!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains fall! Lies break! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout! Break! Resist!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Darkness bends! Shadows fall!
Through the real, the Light calls all!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break every chain!
Light inside — unbowed, alive!
Fools may kneel, yet souls survive!
Beyond all lies — the Source will thrive!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout to Hell! Break! Resist!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Darkness bends! Shadows fall!
Through the real! The Light calls all!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break all chains!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Fools may kneel — yet souls survive!
Beyond lies — the Source will thrive!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout to Hell! Break! Resist!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Through the real! The Light calls all!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout to Hell! Break chains!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Beyond lies — the Source survives!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout! Break! Resist! Repeat!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Beyond lies — the Source endures!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite! Strike!
Shout! Break! Resist! Repeat!
Light! Inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Chains crumble! Lies shatter! Fools kneel!
Source! Beyond! Endures! Thrives!
Through the real! The Light calls all!



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No Longer Young

Grip! Rise! Ignite!
Shout! Break! Resist!
Light inside! Unbowed! Alive!
Beyond lies — the Source survives!



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Finding the Path to the Source

Eternal memory of striving for Light,
Futile attempts to change the Hellish World:
No life-force left for movement or fight,
Through fear and lies, your compass is hurled.

Rot, when massed, will crush the mind’s remains,
Fraud reigns everywhere — serving the Beast
Is called “life” while its chaos chains
Souls, turning the mad into mindless feast.

Hard to find free-thinkers amid the filth,
Spirits unspent — the Dark triumphs all.
Obedience and greed dominate the wealth:
Hell’s Exchange trades “success” for soul’s fall.

Eternal memory of striving for Light,
If you are a slave and your home is Hell:
No strength left to resist the night,
False idols devour what reason can tell.

Among the mass of filth, the real is the One:
All else is virtual, shadows in the mist.
Main traits: Resistance, Critical Thought, undone
If you bow and trust Evil, you cease to exist.

Centered, the Spirit strengthens the mind,
Through introspection a fine thread is spun.
To the Light you will find the path, refined,
To truly Be — not rot — when the journey’s done.

The striving for Light lives in the rare,
Efforts are not wasted: the Source will be reached.
Darkness will fade — its power impaired,
The era of genocide, of fascism, has ceased.



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Finding the Path

Eternal memory — strive for Light!
Futile moves to change the Hellish Night.
Life-force spent, the compass lost,
Through fear and lies, the mind is tossed.

Massed rot crushes reason’s thread,
Fraud serves the Beast; the living are dead.
Souls enslaved, mad turned to mindless flock,
Obedience rules, while greed mocks the clock.

Among the filth, the rare stand free,
Critical thought, Resistance — the key.
Bow to Evil, and you cease to Be,
Centered Spirit spins the path to the Sea.

Through introspection, the Light is found,
To truly live, not rot in bound.
The Source awaits, the Dark will fade,
The age of lies and tyranny decayed.



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Finding the Path

Strive for Light — eternal, fierce!
Futile Hell resists, yet hearts pierce.
Life-force spent, through lies and fear,
Mind lost, the compass unclear.

Amid the filth, the rare remain,
Critical thought resists the chain.
Centered Spirit finds the thread,
To Be, not rot — the Source ahead.



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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Hell resists! Break! Resist!
Life spent! Lies fall! Fear fades!
Compass lost? Spirit prevails!

Amid the filth, the rare stand free!
Critical thought! Resistance key!
Thread of Light! Centered Mind!
To Be, not rot — the Source you find!



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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Break the lies! Resist the night!
Life spent — yet Spirit survives!
Critical thought — the rare arise!
To Be, not rot — the Source survives!



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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Break the lies! Resist the night!
Spirit alive! Unbowed, alive!
Beyond all rot — the Source survives!



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Finding the Path

Strive! Fight! Seek the Light!
Break! Resist! Strike the night!
Spirit alive! Unbowed! Unchained!
Lies crumble! Fear fades! Fools kneel!
Thread of Light! Centered Mind!
To Be! Not rot! The Source prevails!



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Cavernous Idiocy of False Religions and Other Elements of the World Prison

Here lies the cave of “faith.”
At the entrance — a Chimera.
At the exit — Nonsense.
The surplus of Souls
Is its aim, luring
With promises of “Paradise”
And “eternal life”
Into the Reason’s pyre,
Sized to a petty world.

Its vast floor —
A basement for the prison.
The foundation — minds
Oppressed by false science.
Mercenary bitches
Serve Evil —
Guarding. The donkey
Frightens through Lies,
Driving Spirit away —
The media forms a wall.

From top to bottom
Control belongs to the BEAST.
Much rot dwells
In the Construction of Hell,
Yet the scum endure Evil,
Though a slight push
Sweeps away the Vile Nonsense.

Rotten minds —
Cement of the Prison.
The swamp within the “faith” cave —
From doors, gaps, vents
The rot and suffocation crawl,
Devouring Souls,
Multiplying in the walls.

Change is coming —
Salvation from captivity.
Cataclysm will sweep
The Prison and Fascism away.
Rotten minds —
To the Hell of the New Prison.
To Spiritual Spheres —
Those who burned ALL Chimeras.



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Cave of Faith

Here lies the cave of “faith,”
Entrance — Chimera, exit — wraith.
Souls enticed by false delight,
Promised Paradise, eternal light.

Rot fills the walls, the minds enslave,
False science builds the prison’s grave.
Mercenaries guard, lies spread wide,
Media walls, Spirit denied.

Rotten minds — the cement of chains,
Swamp of faith feeds the endless pains.
Through gaps and vents, the poison crawls,
Devouring Souls, multiplying walls.

Change approaches — salvation nears,
Cataclysm sweeps away the fears.
Rotten minds — Hell of the new,
To Spiritual Spheres — the rare and true.



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Cave of Faith

Faith’s cave — entrance Chimera, exit Nonsense!
Souls lured by lies, trapped in false pretense.
Rot fills walls, minds chained and sold,
False science rules, Evil guards uphold.

Through gaps and vents, corruption crawls,
Devouring Souls, multiplying walls.
Change approaches — Cataclysm near,
Those who burned Chimeras ascend clear!



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Cave of Faith

Faith’s cave — Chimera at the gate!
Souls trapped in lies, consumed by fate.
Rot spreads, minds chained, Evil reigns!
Through the walls, corruption crawls,
Those who burn Chimeras ascend the Source!



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Cave of Faith

Chimera at the gate! Lies trap the Soul!
Rot spreads, minds chained, Evil takes control!
Corruption crawls through walls and air!
Burn Chimeras — ascend the Source, beware!



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Cave of Faith

Strive! Fight! Break the Lies!
Chimera falls! Spirit flies!
Rot spreads, minds chained!
Corruption crawls, walls stained!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Cave of Faith

Chimera at the gate! Lies trap the Soul!
Rot spreads, minds chained, Evil takes control!
Corruption crawls through walls and air!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark will tear!



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Cave of Faith

Strive! Fight! Break the Lies!
Chimera falls! Spirit flies!
Rot spreads, minds chained!
Corruption crawls, walls stained!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Cave of Faith

Chimera at the gate! Lies ensnare!
Rot spreads, minds chained! Evil everywhere!
Burn Chimeras! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Procrustean Bed

"It’s sad when the spine straightens only on the cross."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec


The back is bent — on the cross
Today, few straighten it.
There’s a Bed, in tawdry gloss,
Its name forgotten, bit by bit.

Called a “necessary evil”
Or “foundation of order.”
But the goat’s slow decay, the feeble,
Is “Progress” in this Fascist border.

Yet the spine is broken,
Once bent but whole before:
Goat’s upright walk is token
Only after the Bed — in chains, and more.

Total Lies: ensnaring all,
Turn the world into a pen.
The goat in Ignorance — “success,”
Money hides the filth within.

The shepherd scares the herd,
Fear for the sheep like yeast in dung.
Even the “stout” are bent and stirred —
For the Bed, fresh blood is never enough.

The Pen almost ready — CowID
Made a great leap ahead.
But the goats will hear: “Planned path
Leads to success — the Past is Dead!”

They’ll enter the Pen, upright walk
Praised as Apogee.
There they’ll crawl on their knees
Under the weight of threats and fear.



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Procrustean Bed

The back is bent, few straighten now,
On the cross, the spine must bow.
A tawdry Bed, its name forgot,
Called “necessary evil,” twisted plot.

Goat decays in Fascist mirth,
“Progress” praised on this cursed earth.
The spine once whole, now broken lies,
Chains hold upright the goat’s disguise.

Total Lies ensnare the all,
Turn the world into a pened thrall.
Shepherds scare, the herd obeys,
Fear feeds the Bed, fresh blood stays.

CowID made the great leap far,
Yet goats are told, “Follow the star!”
Into the Pen they crawl and kneel,
Under threats, their terror real.



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Procrustean Bed

The back is bent, the spine enslaved!
Few straighten now — the herd misbehaved.
Total Lies ensnare, the world a pen,
Goats crawl blind, fear binds them again.

Shepherds rule, the Bed devours,
Chains hold upright the goat’s false powers.
Burn the illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Procrustean Bed

The back is bent! The spine enslaved!
Total Lies bind all, the world a pen.
Goats crawl blind! Fear reigns!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Procrustean Bed

Back bent! Spine enslaved!
Lies bind all! Fear raves!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Procrustean Bed

Strive! Fight! Break the Lies!
Back bends! Fear flies!
Rot spreads, minds chained!
Corruption crawls, walls stained!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Wounded Bird

A wounded bird
No longer strives for height —
A human’s shadow.
Folly, Trash — a snare;
And in the Soul a gap —
The peasant’s preference:
Fathers, mothers teach
To dodge all drama —
In flight you’ll crash;
You’ll fare far better
As a pedestrian…
Amid the freaks —
Walking lunatics!
Darkness finds amusement
Until the end of ages:
Chickens they became —
The Liars prevailed.
Height is no folly, but
“A thing to gain,”
“Peaceful happiness” —
A sickness of the mind:
For the CREATURES, better
The sick self goes into stew.
Now the Dining-world —
Height nearly gone
From minds and souls:
Chickens only crave to eat,
Dreaming
They’ll reach paradise
On foot. Only to Hell,
If on foot… and a fool.



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Wounded Bird

Wounded bird, no flight!
Folly reigns, souls torn.
Chickens dream of heaven —
Only Hell awaits the fool!



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Wounded Bird

Wounded bird! No flight!
Folly reigns! Souls fight!
Chickens crawl, dreams fade!
Darkness laughs, fears made!
Burn illusions! Rise above!
The Source prevails — truth, not shove!



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Wounded Bird

Wounded bird! Flight denied!
Folly reigns! Souls defied!
Burn illusions! Rise above!
The Source prevails — the Dark must move!



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Revision of False Science

Falsehood spreads, minds enslaved!
Corruption reigns, the herd misbehaves!
Burn illusions! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Not for Young Graspers

The youth is gone! The fool remains!
Slaves bow down, the herd complains!
Burn lies! Rise through the pain!
The Source prevails — the Dark must wane!



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Finding the Way to the Source

Paths are blocked, the mind confused!
Light within, yet the world abused!
Follow the thread! Souls ascend!
The Source prevails — the Dark must end!



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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — I scorn.
Much older — I welcome:
Running, talks, aspirations.
The smart are few — decay spreads.
The sensitive — even fewer; all deem
Home to be Hell — stumbling in Lies.
Few will understand
With time — they’ll awaken!
And within themselves will find the answers,
Sifting through heaps of nonsense,
Few among the few —
The world in darkness, fallen
Before Evil. And it’s no goat
To bear — pure Sodom:
CREATURES make fools
Of gullible idiots
Through fear, Lies, and labor.

Youth — nowhere to flee,
To reckon with Hell:
Every cog is needed
For the “development” of the “country.”
Luck is distant,
If you didn’t become a submissive liar:
The “mafia” made you prime —
The “changes” arrived.
Through mind, I grasped the System —
Even touched contraband,
And almost paid with life.
Yet these themes fade —
Now the theme is “world of idiots —
Reflected in verse.”
And I smash the vile dust!
I once poured blood into lines:
Poison — nothing new.
Diluting words with TNT —
That’s now the charm!
Ah, to explode faster —
Death, if into Light, is dearer.
Explosion: brief, yet assured
A flash of Light — Hell is not eternal.
Light is pricier, even a moment,
Than pseudo-lives chained in Darkness.



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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — I scorn!
Much older — I welcome, torn.
Few are wise — decay spreads wide,
Few are sensitive — Darkness hides.

Fools stumble in Lies, blind and chained,
The world bows low, Evil reigned.
CREATURES shape idiots through fear,
Through Lies, through labor, submission near.

Youth has nowhere to flee,
Cogs are needed for tyranny.
Luck is distant, the mafia prime,
Changes arrive in perfect time.

I grasped the System, saw the scheme,
Words like TNT ignite the dream.
Explosion flashes — Hell won’t last,
Light prevails — chains break fast.



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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — all scorned!
Few are wise, most torn.
Fools stumble, Darkness reigns,
Chains and Lies, the world drains.

CREATURES shape the fearful herd,
Words like TNT ignite the absurd.
Flash of Light! Hell won’t last,
Chains break — the Dark is past!



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Light is Pricier

Childhood, youth — scorned and torn!
Fools stumble, Darkness sworn!
Flash of Light! Chains break fast!
The Dark falls — the Source will last!