Changes in Hell, songs

Changes in Hell

Hell’s population’s
Told: “To Heaven, rise!”
Fools burst with elation,
Cheer and feast their eyes.

“Now believe! There’s choice!”
Between wrong and worse—
Fish or meat your voice,
Be a goat or horse.

Hell’s inhabitants
Build a “Brand-New Heaven”—
Towers, walls immense,
Rebuilt, rebroken, even.

Concrete walls enclose
Madhouse, prison, room.
Change is all that shows,
Sodom turns to doom.

Gomorrah’s new disguise—
Madness cloaks the wise.
Flip-flops soon arise—
Chaos never dies.

Every twist distorts,
Worse than what's before,
Waste as fools contort—
"Progress" counts no more.

Then call “progress” loss;
Backwards is the way.
Pressure’s crushing force—
Lies weigh more each day.

Ideas there hold sway,
Weapons sharp as knives.
Easier to slay
Than untangle lives.

Hell’s population’s
On a steeper slope,
To the depths of nations
Where no barriers cope.

Idiots lead the way,
Fueled by thicker lies.
Not long now—decay
Blooms where demons rise.



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Erasing the Spirit in False Premises of Pseudoscience

"Whoever wishes to ascend to the knowledge of anything must first believe in that without which such ascent is impossible."
– Nicholas of Cusa, 15th century.


Foundations built on lies,
Or nonsense most absurd,
Turn minds to hollow skies—
Salvation needs the Word.

To grasp the truth’s embrace,
The Spirit must come first.
Material paths debase,
And lead to Hell’s dark thirst.

Among pseudoscience's brood,
False servants ply their trade.
Their premises, so crude,
Are shadows poorly made.

Their fruits—delusions deep—
Envelop all in night.
In slumbered death, they reap
The Soul’s eternal light.

Beneath their poisoned lore,
Dark schemes and foul disguise,
False theories wage their war,
And dim the Spirit’s rise.

Yet Spirit forms life’s core,
A truth they’ve torn away.
Through theories they implore
The world to fall astray.

When minds are led alone
By intellect’s vain hand,
The toxic seeds are sown,
And lies infest the land.

Their fumes of rot infect,
Corruption thick as pitch,
As cunning schemes collect
The Soul into their niche.

But cast off lies with might!
Let Spirit be your guide.
Through clarity of sight,
The choking haze will slide.

And then, you’ll find the key—
A premise pure and strong—
To grow the strength you need
To tread the Path along.

Reject pseudoscience, friend,
Its hollow truths abort.
To Light your flight ascend;
From darkness, cut your course.




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Experiment

The sun is shining bright today,
The world’s alive, in full display.
Yet in my heart, a bitter note—
For I’m an idiot.

An idiot—thus Nature’s rules
Are mocked by men and flocks of fools.
And so, in shadows, troubles rise—
Our world is bound by lies.

We are many, countless hordes,
Idiots who praise false lords.
For Satan’s throne, we strive and scheme,
Chasing wealth—the "golden dream."

Books we read with hollow pride,
Yet wisdom’s missing deep inside.
Nothing there to feed the soul—
All is fake and bought for gold.

"Plagues" invented, wars ignite,
Dragging us into the fight.
Useless now, we’ve lost the thread—
Fit for nothing but the dead.

The sun is shining brighter still,
Each day it burns with sharpened will.
Soon it turns to scorching fire—
We’ll perish in its pyre.

Yet Earth will cool, and once again
A fool will rise, a beast in men.
He’ll trample Nature’s sacred ground,
A mindless herd, the cycle bound.

It’s all devolving, evil’s game—
An experiment in shame.
"Obey the law!" the tyrants shout,
Or they’ll snuff your spirit out.



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The "Development" of Mind

When "mind development" runs wild,
The odds are high—it’s soon defiled.
It slides to idiocy fast—
And thus, decadence grips us vast.

The CowID years made clear to see:
Most people dwell in idiocy.
"Development" skewed, the selfish breed—
A parasite born of boundless greed.

Professors, doctors, cops, MPs,
Officials crawling on their knees—
Revealed as frauds, a shameless lot,
While crowds just spin and toil for naught.

The Heart supreme, the mind a tool—
Only then the order’s cool.
You’ll stand, not bow to creatures vile,
Nor sink into the world’s defile.

Defile—no less, no more, just that.
CowID has shown where reason’s at.
But under Spirit, mind grows fine—
It won’t betray with falls so blind.




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The Search

I'm drunk, a lantern by my side,
I search for keys I lost in night.
From darkness comes a friend’s loud cry—
He’s fallen in a ditch, oh my.

This is the search for Light in dark,
While lanterns lead us on to Hell.
For on the cross, no truth will spark—
The knave will use lies as his spell.

The lantern’s power holds so tight,
When Sun is gone, it rules the night.
Under its glow, seek out the truth—
Why must the filth in ditches lie?

Does this road lead to Hell’s cruel door?
Who set the lanterns everywhere?
One stands apart, awaits the dawn—
The Morning Star, his soul laid bare.




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Pseudo-Life in a Stall

"People imagine they’re in society when they gather in cities or other enclosed spaces. As if crowding together, huddling like sheep in a pen, could mean living in society."
— Pyotr Chaadayev.


Are you in society, or just in a pen?
A question that haunts the hearts of men.
To rot in the stall, as we often do,
When words mean nothing, yet still seem true.

We cherish the babble, dismiss the calm,
Forgetting the soul finds peace in its psalm.
To live in silence, with courage rare,
Is a path for the few who dare not despair.

To shun the madness of aimless crowds,
To stand unbowed when darkness shrouds—
Retreat within, if you cannot flee,
For cities breed lies and debauchery.

Find solace in creation, your sacred light,
Write poems, or shape new worlds in flight.
Say "no" to the falsehoods this life conceals,
And brand its pretense with truth that heals.



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The Poet and the Endless War with Reason

A veteran of boundless strife,
Where Souls and Reasons clash with "life",
You, O poet, earn your name,
If truths you tell burn like a flame.

While savage “nations” trust in lies,
And strike their kin beneath dark skies,
You forge ahead through trials vast,
Toward the Light, despite the blast.

May Fortune bless your noble fight,
Through evil’s dark and endless night.
The brave and truthful will not yield,
Nor join the fools on their foul field.

A poet’s soul cannot betray—
Better to blaze, then fade away,
Than bow before the madness spun,
By Beasts who thrive when Evil is done.




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The incapacitated

This wretched world is filled with throngs,
A madhouse draped in broken songs.
Its stench of lies conceals the rot,
And still, the fool believes his lot.

In "freedom's reign," in "choice," in dreams,
In countless empty, hollow schemes.
One question burns: Do you see through,
Or march with herds, unwise, untrue?

To see the root is but to heed
The Spirit's call in Hell's cruel breed.
It burns away deceitful screens
From devils' plots and silvered scenes.

Your mind will grow, your heart will rise,
When Spirit guides and clears your skies—
A sacred path, though crowds would claim
Its worth is but a pious shame.

Only the mad would trust their tale,
The Light within shall never fail.
Though Evil snarls in vicious glee,
It cannot steal Eternity.




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Introspection

"If you’re bored alone with yourself, it means you’re in bad company."
— Jean-Paul Sartre


Bad company surrounds you still,
Outside, within—through mind and will.
The mind will fail; it’s always blind.
So seek the Light that dwells inside.

Let introspection be your guide,
Not "science" held in hollow pride.
This science of decay prevails—
And through its lies, the Spirit pales.

The Spirit’s drowned in empty lore,
By Darkness planned, its ceaseless war.
A Phantasmagoria spreads,
In minds and hearts, where reason treads.

But when your soul’s pure yearnings plead,
You crush them with the world’s false creed.
True breakthroughs lie not outwardly—
They wait within; look in, and see.

See Light—or not—it matters less.
The Search itself is Light’s caress.
So seek, create, with courage vast,
And leave the world’s delusions past.



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Questions

Ask the vital questions,
Keep them sharp and clear:
Slavery? Oppression?
Thoughts consumed by fear?

Spirit lost, forsaken—
Does the world lack soul?
Satan's throne unshaken?
Filth remains the goal?

Everywhere's delusion,
Media feeds the lies?
Are the scum in power,
Truth beneath disguise?

Idiocy reigning,
Is it now the norm?
Does this world of Creatures
Breed a vicious swarm?

What’s the share of sane ones?
Barely worth a glance?
Is the madness growing,
Pushing all to dance?

Are we mere experiments
In Hell's cruel design?
Rotting in confinement,
While the fools feel fine?

Ask the vital questions,
Seek the truth within—
Not in this polluted
World of lies where madness grins.




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The River of Oblivion

"All flows, all changes, and no one steps twice into the same river, for the river is not the same, nor are they the same."
—Heraclitus


The River of Oblivion flows,
Once you step in, it never slows.
Say to the Almighty, "Forgive—
A pawn in Hell’s grim play I lived."

The Abyss roars; where is the Divine?
Far beyond Hell’s cursed confine.
You worshipped beauty, bowed to lies,
A willing serpent in disguise.

Into the River’s depths you wade,
Among the blind, by fear betrayed.
It’s only natural you’ll drown—
The future belongs to those renown.

Few walk the thread, the path so thin,
That leads beyond Hell’s deadly spin.
Follow the Ray—don’t drift, don’t sleep,
The wise must climb, not sink too deep.

That single ray to God ascends;
Seek its light within your soul, my friend.
Through piles of lies and stench, press on—
Your inner spark can’t be undone.

True peace and beauty lie afar,
In Hell, all’s twisted, false, bizarre.
“Salvation” nailed upon the cross,
And “rest” awaits the edge’s loss.







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Beasts and Wolves

True courage thrives in unity,
The lone wolf roams in mutiny.
Fears whirl like storms, they twist, they bind—
Bold strikes alone bring little kind.

No use in bravery’s bold attack,
When little’s gained, no foe held back.
Each generation counts its dead,
Not in vain, yet duty fled.

That duty stains in crimson streams—
A wolf’s sharp teeth tear through the seams.
But wolves, by nature, move in packs;
Amid the swarms of human acts,

Where beasts see prey, the weak, the blind,
As devil's feast—a trap designed.
The lone wolf stands, his fate set stark,
For courage fades without the spark.

And though his death may earn him fame,
It leaves no mark, achieves no aim.
For few destroy illusions well—
The sturdy lies they fail to quell.

Fear and folly, dangers near,
The living’s bane—both sharp and clear.
Join the pack; let purpose soar,
Lest life slip by, a fleeting roar.

Life is short, too short to waste,
If you’re no coward, show your taste.
Drink deep from beasts, destroy their spell,
And drag them down into their Hell!




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