48 poems

Lift-Off

I rot in Gondonia.
It reeks of decay.
Its stench is the antechamber
To Bottomless Grey.

They drag to the Bottom
A crippled world.
The fools keep on chanting:
“All’s fine!” — absurd.

Free cheese is melting,
The mold breaks through.
The fools keep on screwing —
“Profit” asks who?

Through “profit” of morons
They herd the pack
To Fascism’s pen —
Disintegration’s law.

The law universal,
Disguised as a lie.
The poet just mutters —
Multiply tries:

To find from this Hell
A salvaging track,
Or rot as a bastard,
Embracing the Black.

The Horror is bred
By vermin — pure Hell!
The poet is Gagarin:
To Cosmos — rebel.

Then follow him upward,
Tear Horror apart,
Or megatons of lies
Will shit on the Path.

There is a Way back
To the Source — all else’s trash.
Lift off from “profit” —
Save Souls in the clash.

Your course is appointed —
The rest is just rot.
The whole world is poisoned,
Praising its knot:

They call it “freedom” —
A festering mess.
Away from the freaks,
From corrupting excess!

The poet is Gagarin.
And you — Shepard, stand.
The vermin will vanish —
This Hell will be burned.

Upwards — to Spheres of the Spirit — goodbye
To the bought-out whores
Who pissed Paradise dry!!!



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Lift-Off

I rot in Gondonia —
Rot is the norm.
Its stench is the gateway
To Bottomless Storm.

They dump to the Bottom
A crippled world.
Fools chant: “All’s fine!” —
The lie is unfurled.

Free cheese is melting,
The mold is in bloom.
“Profit!” — they scream,
Marching to doom.

By “profit” of morons
They herd the mass
To Fascism’s pen —
Collapse is the law.

Universal law.
Painted as truth.
The poet resists —
Demanding a route.

Find from this Hell
A Path to the Source,
Or rot as a beast,
Accepting the curse.

The Horror is bred
By vermin and lies.
The poet is Gagarin —
Sky in his eyes.

Then lift off with him.
Rip Horror apart,
Or megatons of lies
Will bury the Path.

There is a Way back —
The rest is just trash.
Lift off from “profit”.
Save Souls in the clash.

Your vector is set.
The rest is decay.
The world is poisoned,
Praising its chain.

They call it “freedom” —
A rotting disgrace.
Away from the freaks,
From the poisonous race!

The poet is Gagarin.
You are Shepard. Advance.
The vermin will burn.
This Hell won’t stand.

Up — to the Spheres
Of Spirit and Fire.
Goodbye to the whores
Who sold Paradise cheap —
And called it “desire”.



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LIFT-OFF

Rot in Gondonia.
Rot is the rule.
Stench is the gateway
To Bottom’s pull.

Free cheese melts.
Mold is the crown.
“Profit!” they howl —
Marching down.

By profit of morons
The herd is driven
To Fascism’s pen —
Collapse is given.

Lie is the law.
Law is decay.
Find the Path out —
Or rot and stay.

Horror is bred
By vermin and screens.
Poet is Gagarin —
Breaker of chains.

Lift off. Tear Horror.
Break the Lie.
Megtontons of bullshit
Block the sky.

There is the Source.
All else is trash.
Lift off from profit.
Save Souls in the clash.

Your vector is set.
Up. Not back.
“Freedom” is rot
In a festering sack.

Poet is Gagarin.
You are Shepard. Advance.
Vermin will burn.
This Hell won’t stand.

Up — to the Spheres
Of Spirit and Fire.
Goodbye to the whores
Who sold Paradise —
And called it “higher”.



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LIFT-OFF

Rot is the rule.
Gondonia stinks.
Bottom is waiting —
The herd only thinks.

Free cheese melts.
“Profit” is bait.
Fools march smiling
Straight to their fate.

Lie is the law.
Decay is the norm.
Poet is Gagarin —
Lift. Break. Storm.

There is the Source.
All else is trash.
Up — save the Souls.
Advance. No crash.



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LIFT-OFF

Rot is the rule.
Gondonia stinks.
Bottom is waiting —
The herd never thinks.

“Profit” is bait.
Lie is the law.
Poet is Gagarin —
Lift. Break. No awe.

There is the Source.
All else — withdraw.




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Election-Go-Round

From tried-and-tested bastards
We elect the crew again.
Fairy tales keep pouring —
Promises delight the men.

Promises forgotten fast —
Guppy brains, a tiny span.
Haunted by the rotting past,
“New” becomes the kids’ best man.

Round and round it spins once more —
Endless carousel of shit.
Booze and snacks and shiny store —
That’s our “all”. The bastards hit

Every nerve with tunes well-known,
Forecasting “growth” ahead,
Stuffing memes in every zone —
Ads are simple: feed the head.

Everything’s been turned to goods —
People, rulers, all the same.
Profit is their only mood:
Wave some cash — they bend in shame.

No need lying subtly now —
Fools will swallow any load.
Year by year there’s more somehow,
Chewing nonsense, proud and bold.

Scum is checked by inhuman scum,
Tied by dirt and blackmail strings.
Media grinds bullshit hums —
Money loves how lies take wings.

From promoted bastards’ ranks
We elect the crew again.
Under fairy-tale attacks
Fools rejoice in promises’ rain.

Carousel has lost its bolts,
Rolling downhill, picking speed.
Hate prevails — the scum exults,
Fools are herded — yes indeed.

What was human rots to stock,
Turning cattle, one and all.
Bastards stashed in every nook —
Still not full, the swarm of gall.



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ELECTION-GO-ROUND

From proven bastards
We choose again.
Fairy tales rain —
The fools say “Amen”.

Promises fade.
Guppy-brain crowd.
“New” is a toy
For the childish and loud.

Booze. Snacks. Memes.
Carousel spins.
Profit is god.
Lie always wins.

Human to cattle —
Down to the pen.



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ELECTION-GO-ROUND

From proven bastards
We choose again.
Fairy tales pour —
The fools say “Amen”.

“New” is a toy.
Profit is god.
Lie spins the wheel.
Human to stock.

Down to the pen.



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Bright in the Dark, or the Reversed Shooting Range

A ram-like world —
A shooting range
For the Bright,
Where you’re the target,
If Fire ignites
Your Soul inside,
And Mind, in haste,
Carries that Fire
Through fear and stench
Of the stupid crowd
Into the final fight
With Evil —
That turned the world
Into a gaff-and-tavern
For non-humans,
The Sons of Shadow,
And the rabble —
Into morons.

If Spirit stands strong,
Then the Law
Runs backward:
Fire burns the Dark.



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Fire is the Law.
Dark is the lie.
Fear burns first
When the Bright pass by.

The target awakens.
The crowd goes blind.
Law runs backward —
Fire eats the Night.



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Heartlessness and Humanity

In books, in films, mankind
Impresses with its grace.
In life, it’s all hollow,
Advice comes — a venomous face.

Judge “love” and “friendship”
Not on screen but in fate —
Then stop prattling
About goodness or grace: the slave

Sees only nonsense, fear, and greed,
All else is a flouncy veneer.
Proof of worth? The rabble:
Being with them — a deathly snare.

Sentence to Mind and Spirit,
For the majority are dead.
Any gathering teaches whoredom
In the World’s Mess, widespread.

Even judges, petty rulers,
More whore than night-time crew.
Just thinner the disguise —
Everywhere triumphs the untrue.

When CORRUPTION reigns supreme,
What goodness can exist?
Masked as “importance”
To set them apart from the beasts.

Animal world: humans,
A vanishing kind.
Genocide complete —
CowID proved the grind.

It was a test of humanity,
We got muzzles and trash as sign.
Heartlessness will soon strike down
Earth’s chaotic line.



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HEARTLESSNESS AND HUMANITY

Books show humans kind.
Life shows them blind.

Advice comes — a venomous hand.
Love and friendship? Not in this land.

Nonsense, fear, greed —
All else a flouncy mask.
Majority are dead,
The world a whorehouse task.

Corruption rules.
Truth is rare.
Beasts wear suits,
Judges snare.

Humans vanish —
Heartlessness strikes Earth’s bar.



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HEARTLESSNESS

Kindness is lie.
Corruption is law.
Fear rules first
Where humans fall.

Masks are truth.
The dead walk proud.
Heartlessness rises —
Earth bows down.



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Hangmen’s Humor

Humor — a blend of contradictions,
Artificial, often unkind.
It keeps the mind in condition,
A secret relief for the mind.

It vents the pressure in your skull,
Overheated in its pot.
You may sit on the bench, in lull,
But at least you feel light, not caught.

No need to endure all the filth,
The world drowns in its grime.
Look at THESE FACES — laugh your guilt,
And your sentence, though lifetime, seems fine.

Who in a prison of Ultimate Evil
Would refuse to believe for a spark,
That they have not broken completely,
Though chained in this endless dark?

This is the humor of the hanged —
Hopeless, the darkness remains.
So laugh, drink, crunch your bread
Amid the bold lies and shameless chains.

For merriment won’t last long —
Soon they’ll tear down the whole block,
With the wardens too…
Everything drags on… Kaput!



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HANGMEN’S HUMOR

Humor is fire.
Despair is the jail.
Laugh in the dark —
Chains will not prevail.

Faces of filth —
Grimness bends low.
The hanged rise —
Mock the woe.



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Memory, Thinking, and the Plebs’ Patience

Memory like a guppy’s,
For promises of Evil.
And the foolish patience:
Blindfolded like an ass,

Lured with a carrot,
Led straight to the slaughter.
In Lies, always something new:
Again to toil, again to bother.

The few who think —
Strike or terrify.
Then you get the Herd,
Call it “the People” —

(Flatter a bit!)
And crush the rabble whole.



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MEMORY

Memory fades.
Evil guides.
Blind patience
Feeds the lies.

Few think —
Strike the rest.
Call them “People” —
Herd obeys.



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Freight Train and the Empty Car

"Revolutions — the locomotives of history."
— Karl Marx


The “Karl Marx” locomotive
On the rails hauls
All the unwanted — ATU!
To all who think, who create,
Who value personality, beauty,
Alien to obedient cattle:

They load the herd into the endless train
And ride it off to the scrap,
Composing the tale of revolutions,
Their second bottom — face first in rot.



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FREIGHT TRAIN

Revolutions roll.
The herd obeys.
Thinkers vanish —
Beauty decays.

Karl Marx drives.
Rails swallow all.
Face to rot —
Cattle fall.



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Skillfulness

Blow to hell
The stinking Bedlam —
Nothing to do here
When you honor Skillfulness!

Skill plus Courage —
You’ll find Immortality.
The world of Decay — unneeded
When you strain with vitality.

In striving toward Light
Through Nonsense and Madness,
Which became the bedrock
Of the “New Normal.”

“Normal” is corruption.
“Madness” — is daring,
To question, to doubt
Everything, and keep trying

To understand why Hell
Falls on you, if you’re no fiend.
Stupid freaks —
A disgrace to Nature —

Yet fully happy
In the Universal Filth.
The result — a topsy-turvy
World: stubborn,
And you will fully understand it.

And what’s at the Bottom,
You’ll judge as reward:
The true relief is —
Not being vile,

A rarity today,
When even a fraction
Of Evil’s hard truth you gauge.

Judge more, and you’ll see:
Blow it up! — can’t endure more
This Shame,
Lost in Nonsense.



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SKILLFULNESS

Skill is fire.
Decay obeys.
Courage strikes.
Shame decays.

Stubborn rise.
Evil bends.
Blow it up —
Relief ascends.



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Splinter of a Mad World

A splinter of this mad world
Sits in the mind like an arrow.
Returned from the Hellish Shooting Range
All in wounds — the weapon of Evil.

It usually strikes painfully:
To kill — that’s a separate order.
Tyrants, fascists grow bold —
The inhuman commands: “Attack!”

When you are WORTHY of killing,
Then your life, indeed, was no waste.
Leave hypocrisy, leave empty speeches —
Live and DIE, not as vermin.



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SPLINTER

Madness sits —
Arrow in mind.
Evil wounds —
The unworthy blind.

Tyrants rise —
Orders scream.
Live and die —
Not as vermin.



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Epaulettes for Werewolves

Werewolves in epaulettes?
No — the uniform is theirs.
Wardens of the zones:
Whole “countries” are their lairs.

This insignia convinces the psychotics,
Like beads for stupid savages.
They crush opposition,
And oppress disobedient people.

Petty thieves are caught by dogs
To distract the blinded eyes.
In a world of total lies,
One command reigns — “Attack!”

The packs sink teeth together,
Led by the Alpha Wolf.
Obedient to the whip,
These beasts fetch “bones” — “At will, boss!”

Whatever the master orders,
The pack obeys without pause.
They scoff at ordinary thieves —
Driving hamsters, silencing free voice.

Even the rare exceptions
Serve only to mislead the gaze.
LIES everywhere lead to slaughter,
Guarded by packs of dogs — tearing fast!



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EPaulettes

Werewolves wear
Epaulettes blind.
Packs obey —
The master’s mind.

Dogs devour —
Lies command.
Obedience reigns —
Freedom banned.



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…Came Unnoticed

The happy-end crept up unseen —
The sum of tolerance, empty hopes,
And that outrageous stupidity,
Where only the vile lies the world could cope.

All comes as it should, by deeds, by merit —
One cannot endure a tenth of the Evil
That is endured here. The whole world is AFFLICTED,
Since all is under the Horned Goat’s rule.

And only Death will be the cure for this plague
Here. A universal healer indeed.
The scum will vanish — the traitors and servants
Of total lies that sieve the mind like a mesh.



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UNNOTICED

Happy-end sneaks —
Plague of lies.
World afflicted —
Horned Goat rules.

Scum vanishes —
Traitors fall.
Death heals —
All.



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Locks and Latches

Locks of lies, and rusty latches —
What a state of affairs…
All the servants are fools —
Watering the Flowers of Evil.

The roof has rotted — Evil’s lid:
Soon the lies will collapse.
If you serve the Goat,
You’re done — cast into the dump.



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LOCKS

Locks of lies —
Rust devours.
Fools serve —
Flowers of Evil bloom.

Roof rots —
Lies collapse.
Serve the Goat —
Into the dump.



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What It Costs Us to Build a Lie!

The world sleeps,
But “AIDS” does not.
The “Plague” was invented anew — Shame! —
Now CowID.

When fools are so many,
No chains are needed.
A new flea-tripper will soon appear —
Striking all the asses.



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BUILD-LIE

World sleeps —
Lies awake.
Plagues invented —
Fools take.

CowID strikes —
Asses fall.
No chains needed —
Chaos rules all.



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Land and Sea

Fish swim together, driven to spawn.
Sheep trudge on, condemned to the knife.
Snarling curs bark, with bared;tooth yawn —
That’s the zombobox barking at life.

The sea still shelters dolphins’ grace,
Kind beings, lucid and free.
On land it’s “cattle” — the normal case,
Declared as the rule of reality.

The pens, of course, are mankind’s best scheme:
Everywhere “laws” like fences are spun.
Barbed-wire logic strangles the dream,
Threads of control till the work is done.

But the sea knows nothing of border or wall —
Feed where you wish, just swim and live.
So do free birds in the open sprawl
Of sky. The rest? Just hunt and sieve.

They build them zoos — or camps, who can tell?
The line is thin, the smell the same.
Sheep are forever herded to hell:
To drive them — lie, and lie again.

Three wagonloads of lies will do.
The curs are trained to lie for pay:
Money first — all else residue.
With lies, whole herds are slain each day.



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Land pens the herd.
Sea knows no chain.
Lies are enough
To slaughter the tame.



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War for Turning into a Dog

The frontline stretches far —
Into the oceans, wide and deep:
The war to turn into… a DOG
Rages everywhere. This fucking fascism

Rules all, no free space remains.
The world drowns in this bullshit,
Where truth is gone — obscene only.

The earth already like an ocean —
Flooded with lies to the rooftops.
No more countries —
Concentration camps, humans like mice,

Experimental beasts:
The vile fascists breed their super-cattle.
And in the past there’ll be idiots,
The majority, already tormented,

The remnants of all the thinking folk:
Hard to remake into livestock.
The whole world, food for demons.
Only one thing remains to do:

Call the Sacred Fire,
And upon yourself burn the slavery —
They won’t stop transforming,
Demons are stubborn, as known.

But the Sun shines ever brighter,
Nature listens, weary of Evil —
The omnipotence of demons.
And it will flare —
There will be no lack…



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WAR

Frontline fades —
Fascists rule.
World drowns —
Truth dies.

Burn the chains —
Sacred fire.
Demons resist —
Sun rises higher.



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Lies in the Cloaca

Satan believes in you.
Whether you believe in him —
Doesn’t matter, you’ve opened doors
And nothing holds you back.

If you did not act AGAINST,
You believe the world’s lies,
The Pure Spirit betrayed
And drowned in mercantile passions —

In that wretched little world,
Always under his control,
For which he is “god.”

You are a Spiritual Essence —
Build your path on this.
Spirit is ever-present,
The lying world — mere muck.

Muck and fog — corruption
And betrayals everywhere.
Shit is of supreme importance,
The Worthy is like a louse.

This world is upside-down:
Pure Spirit trampled in the dirt,
Mind shredded, Honor erased,
Only the scum triumph.

But do what you can —
Thus your Soul will be saved,
Your path summarized,
Or rot you will.

We are in a rotting cloaca.
Soon it will burn
For fascism, for all the lies,
For the fact that the WORM rules all.



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CLOACA

Satan trusts —
You obey.
Spirit crushed —
Scum rules.

Act or rot —
Soul survives.
World burns —
Truth revives.



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“Lessons” of Hell Among Fools

Time to “consume”:
Thoughts — coma,
Spirit — sarcoma,
Nonsense of the madhouse
Kills —
Prana melts.

Don’t fail —
Run away.
World — shit:
Lies, Fear — Bottom!

Withdraw — Within:
Light beyond sutras
And “teachings,”
Guru opinions.

Find,
Ignite
Fire — in blaze
Or into a “quasar”
Transform —
The Essence of the Path.

The Path — to the Source:
No “lesson”
Of killing
Thought or Spirit,
To the world’s sniff
Of decay!!!

There, in the “quasar”
Without fools,
You’ll transform —
And be reborn!



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HELL LESSONS

Time to wake —
Thoughts rot.
Spirit burns —
Run, escape.

Light beyond —
Fools vanish.
Fire ignites —
Rebirth rises.



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Themes of Evil for the Ass

“Themes” —
Into memes!
Nonsense —
Into “teachings”!

Spirit, thoughts —
All decay
Under control,
Or the BEASTS

Cannot hold
In the Lying Mary
The stupidity of wretched victims
Seeking a piece of God

Not within themselves,
But in false religions.
New chains for the mind today —
Pseudoscience rules.

Media lies —> fear, boredom,
Shattering the traces of thought —
Into the rabble,
Only pure nonsense.



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EVIL THEMES

Themes rot —
Memes lie.
Spirit decays —
Thoughts die.

Beasts control —
Victims seek
God outside —
Brains weak.



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“Luminaries” of Pseudoscience

There are “luminaries”
And a candlestick —
All idiots.

Heartless
Is pseudoscience.
Neon light,
And corrupt
Like a bitch.

Buzzkillers
Destroy with lies,
Half-truths.
Hard to untangle
Truth in this mess —
Woven for centuries.

Mirages
Made by fools
Will soon prevail:
That is the aim.

A savage Beast
Dumbs us down.
Inhuman servants
These bastards —
Scum
Breed misfortune.

But under the guise
Of good — the villains!
To humans — shame,
Those Judas types.



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PSEUDO-LIGHT

Luminaries lie —
Neon fools.
Beast dumbs —
Half-truth rules.

Scum serve —
Misfortune spreads.
Under guise —
Shame reigns.



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Scum

Reindeer herders “rule,”
Propagandists mow.
And behind them — Sruli —
Never held accountable.

Behind Sruli, inhuman fiends —
Rotting vampires, vile:
Bankers serve them like servants,
Never letting “audacity”

Touch the shitty herders,
Or the vile propagandists.
All countries fake —
Politics merely a tool

To build concentration camps,
Now global in scale.
There’s a “Red Cross” on the flag —
Health is rotten.

But not a cold —
Psychosis, schizophrenia,
Idiocy. And Judas
Acts as Messiah today.

Betrayal — routine work.
Corruption — commonplace.
Everywhere, vomit of lies,
And people are like dough.

And so the BEASTS stick —
Soulless scum.
They boil everyone like frogs
In… lies and depravity.



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SCUM

Herders rule —
Propaganda cuts.
Fiends behind —
Bankers serve.

Betrayal reigns —
Lies boil.
Soulless scum —
World rots.



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MADHOUSE FASCISM

Fear breaks —
Power rots.
Lies drown —
Minds lost.

Fire rise —
Chains burn.
Dark dries —
Clean dawn.



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URGENCY

Daily rot —
Lies rule.
Fools rage —
Justice waits.

Don’t trust —
Fight on.
Spirit opens —
Hold fast!



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NATIVITY

Birth lies —
Faith blinds.
Mind cursed —
Truth binds.

Question not —
Fall deep.
Illusion reigns —
Awake, weak.