137 poems

Destruction

"Far from the Earth—so restless, dim and grim,
Within the bounds of silence, depth, and height,
I raised a castle—radiant, soft, and slim,
An airy, gleaming Palace born of Light."
— Konstantin Balmont


The castles crushed, the provinces laid low,
Fascism rules with bony, starving hand.
They drug the masses—hangings are too slow
For fools—so lies flood freely through the land.

For lies are cheaper tools to kill the dull,
Though wars stand ready, waiting in reserve.
But chief of all—the making of the null:
Schools, creeds—fulfill that dark, obedient curve.

They serve propaganda, echo every lie,
Dulling the people—always, everywhere.
That stupefaction breeds the endless cry,
It keeps the fools obedient in their snare.

If even one in four could truly think,
The chains would break, the prison fall apart.
But each new age descends another brink—
Near none can rise; the world has lost its heart.

No other path—make Reason strong and wide.
Begin with self—let sharpened thought take lead.
Strike down all lies, their poisons, far and wide—
Or perish vainly, spiritually dead.



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Castles fall—yet lies still reign,
Fools are forged to wear the chain.
Break the script or drown in rot—
Think—or perish on the spot.



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Isms

All these “isms”—
sheer imbecilisms:
They shatter the psyche,
they batter the mind.

Fascisms—
pure sadisms,
and communisms—
hunt the pure Soul, relentless, blind.

You must surrender your highest core—
Sell your Soul cheap to the crawling breed.
In return—you’re given the gray of “more,”
Till you die in their freshly scripted deed.

Forget all “isms.” The Spirit’s domain—
That alone is fit for a thinking breed.
Yes, it’s hard in Hell, in Lucifer’s reign—
Too many devils to trick or mislead.

No longer human—half-demons now,
And traitors rise in a countless swarm.
Guard your Spirit—whatever the vow,
Even through death—keep it whole, keep it warm.

This stinking global pen—abandon, break!
A herd-yard choking on rot and lies.
Communities forged—for the Spirit’s sake—
Are the only way this filth defies.

For Spirit is hunted, erased, undone—
The slaughter runs deep, both wide and grim.
So seek your kin—the awakened ones,
And bind your strength in the light within.



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“All isms” rot the mind to dust—
Chains disguised as sacred trust.
Guard your Soul or join the herd—
Think—or die without a word.



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Humanism

A joke: two hired killers wait inside a hall,
They know the hour—the target should appear.
One hour—no sign. Two hours—none at all.
“I’m getting worried… what if something’s wrong with him?”

“Humanism” here is built as bitter jest:
The “care” is mostly filth in fine disguise.
Yet fools receive the fullest, fattest “bless’d”—
A flood of concern… while truth just slowly dies.

Execution? Slowed—of course, “humane” at start:
First comes the PR, the polished mask of grace.
All damage mapped with bureaucratic art,
While profit stands alert in every place.

They dumb you down—then poison, soft and slow,
You must not drop at once—that spoils the show.
“Attacks,” “new plagues”—they’re masters of that flow,
Invented tools to keep the pressure low.

All’s artificial—this world’s a brewing pot:
Like frogs in water, cooled to lull the will.
Then fog of propaganda—thick and hot—
“Just boil and listen. Don’t resist. Sit still.”

They cook you slowly, entertain your brain,
While turning up the current, stage by stage.
The vats were once switched off—now back again,
Electrified for this prolonged dark age.

So centuries they simmer human stock,
With lullabies of dreary, rotting lies.
If long ago you chose to play the block—
Then multiply the myths, believe the cries.

Call it “social,” call it “fascist” reign,
Divide by eras—dress it as “the past.”
But truth is simple, brutal, free of stain:
It’s slavery—“All killers—fire! Now—fast!”

So die with cheer—the killer cracks a joke,
His humor sharp, his bullet just as clean.
Believe it all—keep thrashing in the soak,
Await your turn—the vat, the herd, the scene.



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“Care” is staged, the poison slow—
Boil the fool, but never show.
Laugh and wait your turn to die—
“Humanism” waves goodbye.



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Caveman Logic

Caveman logic—“fight or flight,”
Yes or no, just one or naught—
Built a petty, fractured sight:
All are foes—or things to squash.

On that base grew lies and schemes,
Brazen falsehoods choked the whole.
“Fight” grew stronger through the seams—
Now the world’s a shooting role.

Once with clubs the savages struck—
Now with poison they kill “the mass.”
People? No—just feeble muck,
A swarm of lice, a brainless class.

A fascist brute has seized this sphere,
The dim-wit world—must thinkers flee?
Was “resist not evil” drilled in your ear
By some false idol’s blasphemy?

Decay’s foul stench is everywhere,
No sight, no light—just rotting haze.
Time to unite—and strike with care,
Or all will vanish in this maze.

Strike—but wisely, sharp, aware,
Or perish, scattered, one by one.
Expose fascism’s brazen snare—
With minds awake, this hell is done.

Grow your consciousness—add the Spirit,
Build strong communes, self-contained.
Masters, slaves—the brutes revere it—
We’ll crush that shame, unchained, unchained.



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Fight or flee—the caveman code,
Turned the world to killing mode.
Think—or join the mindless flood—
Break the lie—or drown in mud.



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Survival as the Sentence of a Pseudo-Life

Survival’s shame—no mere reproach,
It is life’s verdict, stark, encroached.
All the rest is hollow roar—
Life must rise, forever more.

Life expands in upward flame;
If you steal each moment’s frame
Just to linger, gasping, rot—
You are dead while breathing, not.

You can’t move that ashen weight
Of “survival” without bait—
Artificial, staged, contrived.
Missed the point? You’re half-alive.

Then it’s slavery, occupation—
Dulling minds, a slow damnation.
Horror hides beneath the gloss—
Wake, and grasp the total loss!

If you barely live—then fight
For the Spirit, crushed from sight,
Even lone in Hell’s employ—
Guard it, though they would destroy.

Path is this: defy, oppose—
Or yourself the sentence chose.
First step—see the nonsense clear,
Pseudo-life you cradle, dear.

See it as your folly’s mark—
Then begins the shift from dark.
Not in masses—one by one:
Step outside—the loop is done.

And you’ll enter life that climbs—
Beyond decay, beyond their rhymes.
Strain with all you have—persist—
Only thus that life exists.



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Survive—and rot. That’s their design.
Live—or break the scripted line.
Guard your Spirit, stand alone—
Rise—or die as walking bone.



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A Poultice for the Living and the Dead

You gulp down trash—
both food and feed.
Too lazy—think?
You sell your creed.
Back to the grind—
a pointless rut.
“Become yourself”?—
a packaged cut.

New Age and leeches of the soul
Through dots and lines approve control,
They bless the chains, they sell the lie—
Let tyranny crawl deep inside.

With fools it’s easy: promise, scare—
A “paradise” hangs in the air,
Or just a crust, a hollow ring—
The same old void in everything.

This “Cow-ID” of sham-states bare
Exposed the mix: falsehood, fear.
A flood of frauds devoured the land—
The world collapsed by unseen hand.

Not fully drowned—the rare who feel,
Who judge with edge, precise and real.
Their verdict: payment draws near fast
For genocide that shadows cast.

The Spirit’s slain in almost all—
A beastly triumph, global fall.
The world is bent beneath the beast,
Yet “Holy Lies” conceal the feast.

No sight remains—the mind’s a sieve,
No truth to hold, no will to live.
If cancer spreads—they sear the flesh,
Then soothe it after—false and fresh.

In parks of rage, the cages shake—
The zoo of death begins to break.
The fool will wait—the wise won’t stay:
He turns within—escapes the fray.

And saves the Spirit—burning, stark:
For living—balm; for dead—the mark.
Winter burns—yet heat will rise,
Retribution—Sun in the skies.

It scorches clean, consumes the rot—
The slaves, the beasts—erased on spot.
Enough of filth—enough decay—
Let all corruption burn away.



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Fed on lies—you call it life,
Chains are sold as inner “strife.”
Turn within—or rot in pen—
Burn it all—and rise again.



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Excuses

A thousand excuses—stacked and spun,
Our cunning “mind” endures it all.
So we’ve reached the very bottom rung
Where fear and whining mean nothing at all.

Fascism festers everywhere—
These hollow “states” are frauds, long dead.
They “treat” a fake plague, foul and bare—
Soon they’ll be fed on filth instead.

War-games rising, hunger near,
All preplanned—the scum’s awake.
Fascist rot runs high and clear,
And through pure stupidity strikes the break.

Only the dull will bear that weight—
Dulling is death, slow and sure.
Traitors, fools now dominate—
The majority lost, diseased, impure.

But Earth will tremble, shake it off,
Sweep this ugliness away.
We’re a bone stuck in its throat—
These inhuman things have had their day.

They’ve ruled too long, these hollow beasts,
Building a bridge to a hell they praise.
But rot like this cannot last—
It burns itself in its own blaze.



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Excuses pile—the mind obeys,
Thus we rot in crafted maze.
Fools comply while tyrants grin—
Wake—or be erased within.



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Hopes…

What hopes can live or still survive
When two-thirds here are barely sane?
First face this Hell—look it alive:
How many minds remain unchained?

Who serves the inhuman—are they wise?
Who betrays—“a king of thought”?
The crowd is clinically deranged—
Not human—just a beastly lot.

Yes, there are Titans—hard as stone,
In Spirit forged, unbent, severe.
But most kneel to a tyrant throne—
Horned master, worshiped here.

“Are satanists reasonable?”—no,
No madness runs a deeper vein.
The world’s a camp, a total show,
Where only nonsense fills the brain.

For you are Spirit—core and flame,
That cannot bow to filth or lies.
But “daily bread”—they sell that claim—
To chain the soul with small supplies.

To hell with that! A beast may pull
The harness, broken, dull, and tame.
Die—but don’t kneel to the herd of null—
Or stretch your sentence in their game.

This madhouse loathes the mind set free,
And Spirit too—it brands them wrong.
Just shame and bleak futility
For those who march obedient long.

Abandon hope—see through the grid:
This cannot last, this rotten track.
This Hell will burn, its lies outbid—
Rise in the Spirit—if not slag.



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Hope is dead where fools prevail,
Chains are sold as daily grail.
Break or burn—but never kneel—
Rise in Spirit—or congeal.



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Heaps and Schemes

A net of patterns, drilled and primed,
Replaces living, thinking mind:
You turn to dumb, to blind, to numb—
Knowledge decays to a festering sum.

Look at all things straight—direct,
Trust intuition, sharp, unchecked.
Don’t react too fast—those ghouls
Wait for that—impulse is their tool.

Nonverbal seeing is the gate—
So open it—don’t hesitate.
Step through—and reach the Spirit clear:
All answers wait already there.

Purge your mind of every lie,
Leave that Hell where servants die.
Filth that rules through fraud and guile—
Chains the world in layered bile.

Only Spirit’s alchemy saves—
Leads you past the thinking caves,
Into Reason’s deeper rite—
Where truth burns clean, severe, and bright.

Trust the bastards—be deformed,
Warped, reshaped, reduced, and normed.
Neo-fascist grind will rot—
Turning humans into stock.



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Patterns rule—your mind is gone,
React fast—and you’re their pawn.
See within—or join the herd—
Think—or rot without a word.



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Vomit

Chemicals—
poisoned yield:
Veg—nitrates,
fruit—sprayed fields.
Maggots feed
the fools this swill—
Rot breeds rot,
they dose at will.

Quacks of “science,”
slick and loud,
Sanction poison,
dumb the crowd.
Mind’s infected—
recall the plague:
Fraud dressed clean
in lab-coat vague.

Degenerates—
a swollen mass,
While fake lawmakers
seal the gas.
Schemes approved—
the squeeze goes on,
Finish off
what’s barely gone.

“Laws” that strike
below the ribs—
Barriers masked
as civic scripts.
Morons trust it,
mouth it proud—
Media dumps
its tons aloud.

Half-made nonsense,
offers, bait—
Blessed illusions
circulate.
Where’s the Blessed—
one who starts
Change that cleans,
not rots the parts?

Spirit thinning,
Reason drained—
Idiots fumble,
nothing gained.
So many fools—
chance or plan?
World of vomit,
fear—by design.

Truths are twisted
for the base,
“Meaning” sold
to warped disgrace.
Thinkers hide
in burrowed ground,
Scum stand tall
on every mound.

Or a pyramid—
up means worse?
Higher—fouler,
ranked by curse.
Yet the Blessed
stands apart—
Above the clash,
beyond the mart.

This captive world
devours its own,
Self-erased
to dust and bone.
Watching, waiting,
horned control—
Guarding ruin,
taxing soul.



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Poison fed—both flesh and mind,
Fools obey, the rest go blind.
Truth is buried, scum arise—
Rise above—or rot in lies.



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Inverted Pyramid of Social Idiocracy

Imagine a great pyramid—
Upside down, its base in soil.
The “top” is lost, unseen, undimmed,
No bottom in sight, no end to toil.

Even a fool can see it plain:
At the base—the largest mass:
The common folk, to work again,
Chasing myths that never last.

“Growth” here is simple, low and sly:
You must fall far to climb on high,
Betray your kin, betray your trust—
For the worthy, pain is nigh.

Negative selection drives the flow,
This is “progress,” harsh and slow.
For those on top, it seals the fate:
A press of negativity accumulates.

Fear, Lies, and Pus weigh down the crowd—
Their minds crushed, their spirits bowed.
Adequacy here misses the mark:
Death to mind and soul, pitch dark.

CowID—a test of decay:
A boil where an all-seeing eye is drawn.
Yet some “achievement” finds its way:
Lies flow upward, grinding us on.



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Upside-down, the fools build high,
Lies and fear prop up the sky.
Fall to climb, betray, obey—
Truth gets crushed, rots all the way.



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Retribution for Filth and the Inverted Pyramid of Scum

Born to crawl, yet meant to fall?
Nowhere to go—what madness all!
The “pyramid” sinks downward fast,
Crushing all, the vile and vast.

From “top” they strike—this filth supreme,
Piercing Hell’s floor—or so it seems.
Cretins worship this rotted scheme,
Mistaking crap for knowledge dream.

Directions given—where to crawl,
“To live better,” heed the call.
Today shit passes as “wisdom’s light,”
Its goal—to crush the Spirit’s might.

Born to crawl, pseudo-science rinses brains,
Fools believe life’s just empty chains.
All material fades beneath the glow,
Cause and effect—they don’t even know.

Infernal murder of intuition runs deep,
Without it—you’re just scum to keep.
In darkness fools “prosper” and breed,
Teaching young ones how not to bleed.

The world is poisoned with shit-ideas,
Turning the End of Days to fears.
Born to crawl, the Shadow World spreads,
Dropping filth in countless threads.

“Crawling” vanishes, the Cataclysm waits—
Its sting prepared, the Hour of Fates.
Retribution for Filth has come—
The scum shall pay, their time is done.



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Born to crawl, the world is vile,
Shit is “wisdom,” lies compile.
Cataclysm stings—the hour is prime:
Filth pays back for wasted time.



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After Sifting the Options

The foe won’t recognize an enemy,
And the rabble doesn’t even mind.
They dream of cash, of comfort easy,
Seeing every blow as blind.

The Conveyor throws misfortune’s dice,
While media spins a flashy show.
They toss “diverse powers”—all is nice,
“Natural chaos,” they claim to know.

The Conveyor of Scum was set in motion.
Their aim—a soulless world of fools.
Machines of Deceit and Dulling potion,
Plus Fear—the product’s rot and drools.

But since it comes in flashy wrapping,
They take it as the latest trend.
Progress, movement, change—what’s snapping?
Cattle rise, the idiots blend.

CowID revealed the Scum
To few enemies, how the beasts fell:
Ugly puppets of all false nations,
Filth muzzled like dumb sheep in hell.

The people—earlier, now deranged,
Fight evil?—just fantasy,
Or theories in historic range,
Phantom wars of fallacy.

No enemy among lies and servitude,
To Scum, your decay is plain.
No way back, only foulitude,
Disgusting, wild, tedious pain.

Your path ends grim, Day of Judgment—
Not Bible trash, but Death itself,
Whose aim is to erase all content,
To strip meaning from every shelf.

No foe among lies, just food for Scum—
Spirits consumed, by fate excused.
War for souls is already lost,
Spiritual Substance abused.

No foe among lies—just feed for beasts,
Earth turned into utter base.
And Judgment Day? Cataclysm feast—
Sweeping fascism and idiocy from space.

If you are enemy, how to fight
The fool in “alliance” tight?
Only collide with dulled-up mind,
Save the Soul if you can find.

When options sifted, only one remains:
“Giants of Mind” won’t guide your ways.
Their structures weak, their wisdom feigned—
All empty thought, if Spirit sways.

Earth soon turns to ash and dust,
Seek all within—or fail, you must.
Tremble in fear before the fool—
Or claim your Soul, alone and cool.



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Fools breed rot, the scum takes all,
Judgment burns, the mighty fall.
Options sifted—save your Soul,
Face the world, or lose control.



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Intuition and Critical Mind

Live by your mind—let your doubts grow sharp,
Question all, or be trapped in lies.
The world is flooded now with falsehoods dark,
Where human thought is mirage and guise.

Not people—zombies roam the streets,
Few minds remain to pierce the fog.
Propagandists now sit as kings, as deities,
And rot rules thick through every cog.

Step boldly inward—answers lie within:
The Soul will guide you past the snares.
Believe the madmen’s lies, you’ll surely spin,
So trust your intuition, beware their snares.



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Mind alive—doubt is shield,
Zombies rule, truth concealed.
Go inside, let Spirit guide,
Or in the fools’ lies you’ll subside.



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Light at the End of the Tunnel

You’ll see the light at tunnel’s end
When your time comes—there’s no pretend.
Fools chatter of light they cannot find,
Servants of Darkness, sold and blind,
Or just as lost, with Inner Light gone,
Shadows thick, their skins drawn on.

Protection dims the inner flame,
Its motto: lie and stake your claim.
Learn deceit from outside lies,
Layer falsehoods ‘neath your own guise.
If this runs unchecked, you’ll become
“Yourself”—a slave, decayed and numb,
A head of rot, a soul stripped bare,
No spirit left, no strength to care.

Yet for Evil’s Templates, you’re a hero—
Sent to toil or sent to war.
Where Light exists, no tunnel forms,
Mind freed from lies, from total swarm.
Total madness, the Great Lie reigns—
Multiply the filth, the chains.
Only Truth within will hold you fast,
Love it, though the world’s a cast
Of meaningless decay, of slaves led blind,
Sacrificing mind and spirit, confined.

Beneath ideology’s foamy crest
Lies genocide—an endless test.
Pure Spirit almost gone,
Reason crushed, forlorn.
CowID shows the rot and shame,
Blindness here—eternal blame.

Introspection, critical thought,
Reveal the cycles evil wrought.
Return to Source, discard the “I,”
Shatter patterns that degrade, defy.
Source and Light—beyond the lie,
The first step—scream at darkness, “No!”



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See the light, the tunnel ends,
Dare to fight what Darkness sends.
Truth inside, lies all around—
Scream “No!”—let Spirit be unbound.



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Sardonic and the Sludge

They pat the head for humor’s sake,
But punish sarcasm with full force.
The Sardonic readies every stake,
While the crowd’s poison runs its course.

The big question—where is more venom:
In him who speaks, or him who hides?
A world of fools, of evil’s emblem:
Sardonic stands—an individual abides.

The Sardonic sinks. The world—a sludge,
Only hypocrites will rise to top.
Amid the stench, against the judge,
The Sardonic fights, will never stop.

Retribution waits—it’ll drown
The servile herd, enslaved to spite.
But if the world’s inverted, upside down,
He alone remains awake, alight.



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Sardonic fights, the sludge prevails,
Fools rise high, truth’s ship derails.
One alone sees through the rot,
Against the herd—he stands, he’s not.



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The Servant and the Rabble

Doctors, queers, all bureaucrats,
Cops and clerks—the heirs of hate.
They ruin us, these filthy rats,
Their evil spreads, they dominate.

A drop of reason, heaps of pride,
Seedbeds of Darkness, souls run dry.
The Spirit stinks where they reside,
Truth suffocates while liars lie.

If there’s exception—flee to humans,
Stop their slaughter, end the pain.
The herd destroys while evil looms,
Escape to life, break free the chain.

If you serve in “army” ranks,
Whose master then? Whose will obey?
They fight for kin, not empty pranks,
Their backs unbent, they keep decay at bay.

Time to see—you serve the Horned,
Trust no scum, no servant’s lord.
All your work props up the cursed,
Communities are your saving sword.

Step boldly there—the chance to live,
Release yourself from inhuman blight.
The monsters starve if we don’t give,
They fall when we embrace the Light.

To scum we’re only food and fuel—
Break that chain, let none remain.
The final test of Soul and rule:
Are you a Human, or a worm in pain?



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Serve not Horned scum, break the chain,
Step to life, escape the stain.
Monsters starve if we ignite—
Soul or worm? Choose truth, choose fight.



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Time

A pilot acts in split-second bursts,
In danger, each motion finely rehearsed.
Then even he can barely comprehend
How time within these moments bends.

A soldier spoke of a shell’s fierce blow—
No slow-motion then, just the flow.
Everything moved as if filmed, yet mute,
And time itself seemed flexible, absolute.

More complex than Einstein’s grand designs,
This time eludes the grasp of lines.
“Scientists” like Frankensteins create,
Monsters unheeding the cost or fate.

The price is vast—forgetting the Soul.
Buddha long ago made clear the goal:
In an instant, thoughts like lightning rush,
Thousands of insights, pure and flush.

You can perceive it through introspection—
Venture boldly, seek deep connection.
Forget false science, its vivisection,
Awaken your own Spiritual Essence.



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Time bends in a single flash,
Thoughts erupt, the soul must dash.
Ignore the lies, dive inside,
Spirit awake—you cannot hide.



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The Uncreated and the Uncreatable

Go into the uncreated—
Know the uncreatable.
Consciousness is vast,
Oblivion desolate.

Dark time will vanish,
Suffering will fade.
Yet Evil enormous
Looms beyond mere trials made.

Things went wrong on “the little world”—
Captured by vile inhumanity.
And humans, like naive toys,
Became her foolish minions, sadly.

Return from the uncreated—
Fight the foul, the brazen scum.
That stinking, cursed filth
We’ll crush with courage, overcome.

Our advantage lies in the Soul—
A spark of God within.
Their only claim—
Lies that echo sin.

No Creation dwells in the fallen—
Only force, only greed.
Though we have long endured the fall,
That stage is now complete indeed.

When the fraction of the conscious
Exceeds the world’s grim scale,
It’ll be too late for evil to rage—
We’ll leave them powerless, frail.

We’ll sweep the vile inhuman herd
Into their Hell, justly so.
Become Aware, rise undeterred—
Fight Total Evil; strike the blow!



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Soul aflame, uncreated might,
Strike the scum, reclaim the light.
Evil falls where courage reigns—
Awake, aware, break all chains.



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Narrowing of Consciousness

The narrowing of consciousness—
A plague upon us all.
The soul endures this cruel stress,
The mind—a stagnant sprawl.

A sewer of water feeds the herd,
Zombifying the crowd.
Everywhere, falsehoods reign,
The rabble rules aloud.

Fascist scum grows ever bold,
Building camps for every soul.
The people bleat, too dumb to see—
Their appetites consume the whole.

Heroes and talents perish here,
A grim and endless tide.
Only clowns of false media
Celebrate while truth has died.

Expand your mind, reject all lies,
The sheep on slaughter are no kin.
Fight, and save your Soul from death,
Or in this Bedlam, sink within.

The Sun will come—it burns away
This shameful, cursed land.
The inhuman bite will sting the scum,
Through Death, salvation stands.

We’ll be reborn within the Spirit,
Forget this Hellish scene.
The servants of Hell will perish—
Traitor, monster, vile and mean.



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Fight the lies, expand your mind,
Leave the sheep of death behind.
Hell’s scum falls in fiery strife—
Soul reborn, embrace your life.



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Pseudoscience

The “dynamite” Nobel Prize—
A truly shameful thing.
Would love to smack the fool across the nose,
He reeked of neurosis in everything.

His wife ran off to a mathematician,
The very core of all the sciences.
Mathematics lays down rules for dogma,
Even if the language’s dry, intense.

So even Einstein earned his prize
For just the photoelectric effect.
Nobel clearly set the strategy—
Minimal math, almost none to inspect.

Where the prize was handed out,
Pseudoscience reigns in full display.
Yet the world is only Energy—
Mathematics maps the fields, the secret way.

Such frauds and vile libels thrive,
In pseudoscience, lies are king.
The “scientists” are traitors all,
Miserable, sold-out, slavish things.

Man is only Spiritual Essence,
Pure Energy—study it alone!
Yet they’re paid for lies and “necessity,”
For feeding hype that chills the bone.

This hype turns the world into a camp,
A foolish realm drowned in “science.”
Red Cross atop the camp’s black flag—
The inhuman shouts, “Attack the false physicians!”



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Energy alone is all you need,
Pseudoscience feeds the greedy breed.
Lies and hype, the fools obey—
Smash the frauds, reclaim your way.



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Vector of Desires

Exploiting empty hopes—
The age-old trade of bastards,
Built on the bones of dull fools,
Led without conscience. Prejudices,

Are the chief currency of all—
The Fed itself fades in comparison.
Along the way, they’ll slaughter souls
With madness and consumer obsession. Already gone

Is the realm where this scum
Could not have reached their claws.
Thus breaks the link
That guards from Darkness unleashed.

Control of all hopes and wants,
And breeding new ones endlessly—
A reliable way to keep this “moth”
Returning, over and over again.

The vector of desires—there’s a term.
Pseudoscience labored for it.
Yet it’s Revenge for Reason,
Growing century after century.

Direct that vector—and the herds
Will march where Darkness commands.
Then slaughter or suffering—
The herds serve only as food for these fiends.

Their pseudoscience rules not men,
But flocks, accustomed to obey.
And yet the herds themselves are guilty,
For they bow beneath the Devils.

Withdraw into yourself, as into a monastery,
Forget desires, forget hope.
Else you become a corrupted wretch,
And the fools in the herd will be waiting.



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Herds march where Darkness leads,
Feeding fiends with slavish deeds.
Shut desires, lock the mind—
Only then will freedom find.



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Miracles

A joke:
In the desert, a weary traveler
Stumbled on a bottle.
He popped the cork,
And out flew a jinn:

What do you wish?

I want to go home.

Well, let’s go…

No, I want to be quick.

Then run!

And all miracles in this lying world
Happen exactly that way.
One exception—on the Lyre:
No stubborn fool to get in the way.

And the Peaks of Knowing,
Where the Spirit clearly reigns,
Are far more difficult—
Not for half-wits, freaks, or slaves.

Yet still, fearlessness and persistence
Are the most vital things there,
Along with Honor and Nobility:
No place for wretched beasts.

There is Miracle—the Alchemy of Spirit,
All else is madness and decay.
Yet dung flies have already
Seized the insane world in their sway.

Therefore, for the spiritual,
One must always fight the scum.
It won’t be bloodless—
But death is never the real harm.

The harm is in the decay of Spirit,
In corruption, betrayal, shame,
Where Reason lies rotting,
Almost killed by dung flies’ game.

Always go inward for Knowledge,
Outward—for fierce battle.
Only then can you pass the trial,
Avoiding the Shame of a slavish fate.



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Run inward, claim the Spirit’s fire,
Fight the scum, lift yourself higher.
Death’s no curse, but rot of soul—
Guard your Reason, keep it whole.



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Poets and Diggers

A digger can be good—
He digs, or digs not.
A poet gone mad
Multiplies wrath with delight—a lot.

Only a single alloy can
Reflect this Filthy Bedlam.
Yet all of it will only
Wound the soul, unhappy and damned.

Don’t read the poems—just dig pits:
Soon this craft will be prized.
Only brutes will thrive—everywhere Evil sits,
While the rest are despised.

The non-human presses boldly
On the very foundations of being.
With them, fascist filth grows old—
A time for digging is decreeing.

Dig graves, serve the scum—
What poetry remains there?
Only joy will come:
Lick the boots of the corrupt with care.

If you refuse to dig graves,
Then find comrades instead.
Though all around are fools,
Fight—or let it be—don’t dread.



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Refuse the spade, resist the scum,
Fight the brutes while others succumb.
Poets may burn with fire inside,
But diggers and fools will only abide.



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Cave Ego-Centric Madness

Most of old yoga
Has long decayed to madness.
When CONSCIOUSNESS is vast—
That’s yoga, not mere sadness.

From age, all there has rotted—
The stench reaches up to the skies.
Only what pleases the NON-HUMAN
Is spun—always the cunning lies.

It’s all just work with Consciousness,
Mantras are mere puffs of air.
Here, all minds face torment,
And “gurus” often snitch and snare.

Approach everything with Intuition—
Lies you’ll detect with ease.
Much in tradition holds value,
But only deep, and meant to tease.

What surfaces on the surface…
You know what the collector will spew.
So question boldly, always—
Or you’ll vanish with the untrue.

We’re all lost in this world,
Where Hell’s been real for ages.
Seek only the TRUE,
Skipping all the lies and cages.

Awareness beyond ego—
Fake yogis stink it strong.
Fight even global fascism,
Or you’re a finished, worthless wrong.



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Seek truth, not lies that rot,
Ego fake-yogis—smell the lot.
Fight the scum and Hell’s own throng,
Or join the fools where all is wrong.



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Substitution

Instead of violence—cunning and deceit,
Instead of chains—brazen lies repeat.
Instead of simple, “complex” is imposed—
Through subtle paths, enslavement grows.

A mass of “laws,” decrees and acts,
Rules by the dozens, norms for minds—abstract:
Like plague or war, or terror’s spread,
Lies act as poison, chloroform of dread.

Everywhere, idiots, dulled and blind—
Murder disguised as “education” signed.
They’ll serve you falsehood on a silver tray,
Oppose it once, they’ll smear your way.

Lies—a universal superweapon here,
Mowing down all like a machine gun’s spear.
And “democracy”? Just idle fiction’s game…
Fascism’s real. It’ll kill the same.

They fit us “democratically” with muzzles,
Under false pretense—their theft, their puzzles.
The decay of reason grows critical,
Idiots and psychos ripe for the pitiful.

One lie alone can strike unmerciful—
That’s what the sham was built to fulfill.
Fascism attacks all relentlessly—
Master of psychic, every strategy.

Mind replaced here—adaptation’s tool,
Soul sold cheap—work becomes the cruel.
Nature and Spirit defiled in its wake—
A sickness, an infernal, poisonous quake.

Replace, mix up—all fragmented, torn—
Pieces shatter any soul forlorn.
Like children’s tales, totalitarian lore,
Weaklings of the past bow before today’s gore.



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Lies instead of chains, deceit instead of blows,
Fascism rules, while reason barely grows.
Fight or perish in this Hellish sweep,
Stand strong—don’t let the liars reap.



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Puppets

Mu the doll and Me the Barbie,
Fi the clown, Fe-fe the mime—
A circus called “H” they play,
Staging farce across the slime.

That little world they call the Earth.
Dolls pretend to be “president.”
They’ll grind this world to powder dust—
The moment’s come, the end’s evident.

The puppeteer—inhuman scum,
Acts as the so-called president.
This tired spectacle drags on:
Each day a fresh “incident.”

Backstage writes a rotten scribe,
Churning filth behind the scenes.
On stage again the fascist roams—
Old chains have rotted into means.

Below the baseboards lies the world,
That praised and hollow shell.
Inhuman joy now rules unchecked—
The world turned shooting gallery hell.

Fake viruses and rubbish spawn,
Another war to drain the sane.
The fool believes and bears it all—
This debased, dumb country’s bane.

But the Sun shines ever stronger—
Evaporates the circus grime:
These dolls, these stumps, these empty shells—
The “citizens” of every fake clime.



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Puppets dance, the world in pain,
Fools obey, yet Sun will reign.
Scum and dolls will burn to dust—
Fake citizens consumed by just.



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Who Do You Work For?!

To the degree you’re conscious, you work for yourself,
To the degree you’re blind, you rant for someone else.
Once dulled, you’ll earn just a hunchback’s weight:
In a world of deceit, there’s no other fate.

Dulling minds has gone total, full-scope.
The ones who dull, they reap every hope.
Even “normalcy” is now redesigned—
New laws soon penned for the lobotomized mind.

In these laws, the fool becomes the sage,
While rebels are mocked as clowns of the age.
The real rulers here are not fat cats,
But vile inhuman scum—super-thugs in their spats.

We toil for the inhuman, shoring up chains,
That steal from the people both freedom and gains.
And with each year, their arrogance grows—
Soon talents and minds will be needed, who knows?

But only when we break out of this loop,
And build lives that are free from their troop.
For now we march in line, their camp to erect—
A concentration hell we ourselves architect.

So build communities, seek the wise near,
Expose all the lies, and ignore the sneer.
We already see the useless, the doomed,
Those fit to vanish in coming years’ gloom.

If we unite, we’ll foil their designs:
Freedom, Dignity, Joy will be the signs.
So heal the Soul’s wounds, sharpen your stand—
Together we’ll crush the ghouls, the scum, the damned!



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Work for yourself, not the scum that binds,
Break free, unite—leave fools behind.
Heal the Soul, strike the ghouls with might,
Freedom and Joy will blaze our fight!



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Anti-Consciousness

Who told you that consciousness
Lives in the minds of common folk?
There lies only anti-consciousness—
Imposed without a clever cloak.

Imposed to slay the timeless Light
Of the Soul that shines within.
Hence all the flowery speeches
Are lies that sin against the skin.

Plenty of bought-out freaks abound
On the field of brazen lies.
The goal: to make the masses
Believe illusions with their eyes.

Then those mirages become their “mind,”
The brazen falsehood like oil they pour.
Together they march to the slaughter—
Pour the lies, but just in time, no more.



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Consciousness? Not in the herd’s head,
Only lies where souls should tread.
Pour the deceit, keep them in line—
Marching blind to the slaughtering sign!



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The Whole World’s a Theater, and People Are Its Actors?

The whole world’s a prison,
And people mere pawns inside.
No mind to guide—
Chains, solitary, lashes applied.

When Honor dies—
Decay spreads everywhere,
And Delirium too,
If vile Evil meets no glare.

When Spirit’s lost,
Hell manifests upon this Earth.
Shame and Disgrace—
Once Reasoned Man, now bound from birth.



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The world’s a cage, the people play,
No mind, no fight—they fall astray.
Spirit gone—Hell walks the land,
Once free, now chained by Evil’s hand.



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Nothing to Lose

Nothing to lose:
Seek, explore,
Strengthen your Spirit,
Grow brave, endure.

Only in struggle
Are you true to your soul:
Say no to the fate
That brings death as its goal.

Legions of slaves—
Lies in place of whips,
The mind of the herd
Crushed by their grips.

The Spirit they slay
Are Hell’s countless thralls—
Creating the sight
Of dung-flies on walls.

The Light has long gone—
This world reeks of filth,
A vile cesspool
That justice will tilt.

A new world will rise,
Not this shooting range,
This wretched latrine
Where the weak play the game.

In those with Soul and Honor
Lies the brightest of news.
So farewell, grim world,
With endless abuse.

In Spirit you’ll bloom,
If you do not betray
Your Soul, your Heaven-born
And the path of the day.



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Nothing to lose, fight for your light,
Reject the fate that kills the right.
The herd decays, Hell’s flies abound—
Rise, Spirit strong, break chains unbound.



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Lifting Force

Seek the lifting force,
Let it guide your flight.
One Heaven is dear—
Before it, take fright.

Grow your wings wide,
Shed all needless weight.
Power is not lost—
The Spirit creates.

This is the choice,
This is the only Way.
The Soul finds salvation—
You’ll leave the Dread at bay.

The Dread of Hell’s world,
Soon to burn away—
A tyrant’s likeness,
Where GAD holds sway.

But tyrants are powerless
Where wings bear the Spirit.
Their efforts are wasted—
All Hell’s servants fear it.

Spiritual Forces
Stand above all.
They bless the places
Where Evil falls.

Like dynamite,
They’ll blast this Hell apart.
Do not remain foolish—
Escape the zoo’s dark heart.

So rise up swiftly—
Find your own stream,
The one most potent—
It’s Harvest-time, supreme.



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Grow your wings, shed the weight,
The Spirit lifts, defies your fate.
Hell will burn, the tyrants fall—
Rise, soar high, heed the call.



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Spiritual Transformation

You are the cyclone’s heart—
King and God.
No fool survives—
He’s spent, he’s flawed.

Once a dunce,
Now a sage.
End of whining,
End of rage.

Thoughts have vanished—
Only Power remains.
Madness sours—
“I claim my Gains.”

Madness rules here
Where Spirit is lost:
Lies cut through,
Almost frost.

Forget all fables—
All here deceives.
Rise anew!—
Disperse the greaves.

The fog has covered
Your soul too long.
Became a sheep—
Shame and wrong.

Reclaim your Status,
Your Sacred Stand.
Irrevocably—
You are Spirit’s Pan.



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You were a sheep, now storm and flame—
King of Spirit, shedding shame.
Rise, reclaim your rightful throne,
The cyclone’s heart—your own!



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Mad World

Submission and haze of this insane world,
Total lies, global fascism unfurled,
Have worn out all so that soon will die
The Lyre—writers-geniuses. Here, fools multiply.

Most of the people—idiots, long ago,
A train of schizos everywhere on show.
Decay has reached its final stage,
And Spirit fades while the inhuman reigns the cage.

Betrayal’s now just ordinary work,
Selling out is common, like sneezing, like smirk.
Remnants of humans lost amid the herd,
This praised world—where poetry’s unheard.

All bright pursuits are wasted, gone,
In the Global Madhouse, only eating counts as brawn.
Reason is crushed by artificial strife—
Madmen are easy to oppress, to end life.

We’ll lie to them by the boxful, terrify to the core,
And offer “paths to salvation” all the more.
Marching in ranks, the idiots will go,
To the slaughterhouse—easy to show.

One truth remains: the Sun shines strong,
Saving Earth from humanity’s wrong.
And soon for all evil, each will pay,
For the Hell made real—this madhouse at play.



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Mad world crumbles, fools in line—
Sun will scorch their evil design.
Spirit rises while liars fall—
Madhouse ends, justice for all!



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Selling-Out Scum

Not seeking truth, but chasing cash,
Typical fake scientist makes a splash.
Contribution to stupidity’s prized high—
A fool is needed for total control to apply.

Only part of propaganda is false science’s claim,
The inhuman seized power, long set the game.
And they pay—just corrupt whores at the helm,
Peddling deception, filling minds with overwhelm.

Some believe a fraction—selling out “for pay”:
Gotta feed the kids, or so they say.
This “religion” spreads, nearly universal—
Most people still worship “science” rehearsed in reversal.

“Proven by science”—then shove the lies,
Into fools’ minds, where thinking dies.
Tricking them now is simple and plain,
The suckers don’t want truth—they love the chain.

One truth remains—total slavery’s the rule,
Distortions spread, keeping minds like a tool.
Clouded thought, cruelty, the soulless and crass—
Spiritual degenerates held firmly in their class.

Go only INWARD—hear your Inner Voice.
Turn on intuition, let critical mind rejoice.
Else you hang over Darkness by a single hair:
Fall—and you’re gone, forever trapped there.



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Fools chase cash, truth dies in vain,
Science sold—only chains remain.
Go inward, awaken, your Spirit’s call—
Or plunge in darkness, lost to all!




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Believe Nothing!

Believe in nothing,
Forget all you knew!
Or your mind will perish
Beneath lies’ ninth wave through.

Every snail here—
A foolish loudmouth—
Spews lies so swiftly,
The damage spreads throughout.

Madness’ own visage
Covers all in deceit.
Greed and lies merged—
Payment flows to cheat.

Monetization rules,
YouTube pays the traitor’s fee.
The world grows dull and shameless,
Blind in its misery.

Governed by falsehood,
The masses dumb and vile.
It’s easy now for fascists
To dominate, defile.

Scare with deception—
Offer false solutions.
Kill reason softly,
By manufactured confusions.

Multiply the truth,
Smash fascism down!
Death to the vile scum,
Banish idiocy’s crown!

Only fools believe
The brazen lies they feed.
Deadly, rotten creatures—
Say “NO!!!” to all their greed.



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Believe nothing, strike the lie!
Fascists fall, the fools shall die.
Truth your weapon, mind your shield—
No surrender, never yield!



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Herds and Sages

The obedient chewing herd
Calls the sage a madman, absurd,
Whose only need is simply knowing,
While they stuff their bellies, never growing.

Perception splits the world in two,
And cursed truths reach only few
Whose Reason’s flame has yet survived—
The rest remain by lies deprived.

Even among the pseudo-scientists,
New ideas face the fists.
Their minds, all blackened, clogged with lore,
Seek not Knowledge—just their store.

They feed the herd with filth and lies,
Serving monsters in disguise.
Control of minds—their favored tool—
Keeps the dull world in obedience cruel.

That slavery they call their “heritage,”
Idiots reigning, shithouse-cage.
Niels Bohr—a rare exception, bright,
A pinch of salt against the blight.

The rest are sellouts, vile and cheap,
To the herd’s “consciousness” they creep.
And moths will gnaw the remnants of mind,
Leaving only scum behind.

These greedy creatures crave but coin,
Knowledge wasted, no care to join.



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Herds chew, sages fight alone,
Minds devoured, the scum has grown.
Bohr stands bright, the sellouts crawl—
Truth survives while fools still fall.



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Foolishness

One freedom reigns—FOOLISHNESS—
In this mad world, nothing less.
Here they nurture lies and craze,
And trample Honor, Shame, and Grace.

Word-mongers claim the final say,
While Consciousness is led astray.
The Spirit starves, in chains confined,
By evil hordes, they seek to grind.

Traitors swarm, corruption’s sport,
Where Soul and Mind fall short.
Humanity’s nearly erased,
By fools who think stupidity’s grace.

To “educate,” the thickhead serves,
Killing young minds without reserves.
The dull inherit, foolish breed,
And sanity is left to bleed.

Let them moo, let them moan,
Pull faces, scream, and groan.
They’ll kill the quiet, kill the mad,
If you dissent, you’ll join the cad.

But seriously, this madhouse burns—
The fools deserve the lessons learned.
Evil can’t enslave the Earth entire—
Only morons think it might conspire.



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Fools rule, the Spirit starves,
Traitors laugh, and evil carves.
Burn the madhouse, light the flame—
No tyrant here will stake his claim.



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Puppets

Dedicated to the selling scum—politicians
and their brain-dead electorate

Puppet Pu and puppet Tram,
Barbie Me and ragged Mac—
All this rotten, bought-out trash
Sets darkness in its track.

But not alone. The dumb-ass herd
Can only act on zombie screens.
Trained well to lie, deceive,
They serve the Devil’s schemes.

Scum of fake nations all,
By orders of inhuman hands,
Turn the whole world into junk—
Exactly what the Devil plans.

Fake plagues, wars, starvation, pain,
Genocide by water, food.
Worthless, worthless, all of them—
They’ve already sold their soul’s own mood.

And guilty is the stupid fool—
The one who trusts the liars’ call.
They are the fortress of all dark,
A shame upon the hearts of all.



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Puppets lie, the world decays,
Fools believe and dark obeys.
Scum commands, the people shame—
Burn the liars, purge the game.



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Pioneers and Scouts

Fight and seek, then find—
And all the rest? Deliver blind.
So the aging scout will send
His fellows to their bitter end.

When “good” is forced upon,
Yet evil works the dawn,
The outcomes here are rare—
We’re decent, yet beware.

But if we heed the filth,
The Spirit drifts, connection kills.
Then everywhere the end is clear:
A fool forgets what’s held dear.

Don’t listen to the scum,
Seek the link that keeps you from numb.
We live in lies and endless trash…
Hold firm, or the Soul won’t last.

Do not trust, do not fear, do not plea,
Tell the fools all “merci.”
And then you’ll reach the height
Where Spirit’s truth shines bright.



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Ignore the filth, hold Spirit tight,
Fools forget, but you strike right.
Seek, fight, resist the lies—
And rise where higher truth flies.



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Right to Vote?

Who said there’s any “right to vote”?
A squeak at best, a shallow note.
All your rights are finer than a hair,
Yet duties herd you everywhere.

At polling spots—like barns they keep
Records of cattle, not the deep,
Who count all lies and chains as “rights,”
While idiots dominate the sights.

The fool will crush the slightly wise—
They vanish as a species dies.
The whole world’s now a madhouse camp,
Where Reason and the Spirit damp.

The wise must now unite and stand,
Build their own free, autonomous land,
To shield from every fiendish breed,
For whom Satanism is creed.

Form communes, harness tech and streams,
Where energy flows, fueling dreams.
Leave the herds to their wretched fate,
Where fascists shepherd fools and hate.



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Rights? A joke, a herd’s faint squeal.
Unite the wise, let Spirit heal.
Forge your world where freedom flows—
And leave the fools to their own woes.



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The Seeker and the Finder

The Seeker—
always on the PATHS,
Where the question is only “HOW?”.
The “Finder”—
snivels and wrath,
Shouting that he’s found… some fool, somehow.

These problems are no simple game:
Talent is drawn to Knowledge’s flame.
The Finders—always dull and blind,
The Seeker—giant of the mind.

Seek! Trust not the heaps of lies—
The world is mired, and that’s no surprise,
Where critical thought is all but gone,
And boldest Evil marches on.

Go only INWARD, for in the Spirit
You’ll find the answers you truly merit.
Reject all tricks, the scum, the deceit—
Or here, in vain, your path will meet.



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Seek! The Finders choke on lies.
The Spirit holds the only prize.
Turn inward, strike the false, the vile—
Or waste your life in futile trial.



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Stultification

Nonlocal instant links,
Telepathy, psychokinesis,
And subtle interweaves of nature
Holding weight the mind dismisses.

So many facts have now amassed,
That pseudo-science cannot long deny.
Its aim, of course, is to make all dumb,
To blind the spirit, cloud the sky.

Man is but a Spiritual Essence,
The brain a mere complex receiver.
Yet “science” spreads its lies everywhere,
Its question framed for the deceiver.

The core is simple—“materiality”
Stands against the Spirit’s might.
For slaves, pseudo-science breeds loyalty,
Fascism thrives in this blight.

Cast out the lies and center in Spirit,
Multiply your critical fire.
In pseudo-science, traitors and whores
Broadcast the lies of Satanic choir.



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Ditch the lies, embrace the Spirit’s flame.
Pseudo-science serves the slave and shame.
Traitors broadcast the Devil’s tune—
Stand strong, the Light will strike them soon.



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"Progress"

Hold tight, then grip again,
Repeat to infinity—like sacred robes.
All the while, lie boldly, lie again—
The world will roll, together, down the slopes.

This is the “progress”—fast descent.
Times of chaos, ruin, scattered ends.
False democracy once, now fascism spreads,
And from the zombie box, one shriek ascends.

To kill with shrieks—that is their “progress.”
Hysterics mark the “mind” they profess.
The press of madness crushes all—relentless,
Squeezing out what remains… not reason, but mess!

For reason is gone—two-thirds are fools.
Yet they need an imbecile, one who eats less.
All remnants of thought melt away,
As the fascist, sharp-eyed, drives the world to the camp.



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Lies scream, the world rolls down.
Madness reigns, and reason drowns.
Fascist eyes steer the herd with ease—
Stand, resist, break their disease.



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“Living” Pok;mon

The cult of Mammon, of greed,
Dulls the mind, defines success.
For these Pok;mon, only need
Cash, feasts, and hollow excess.

Their “artist” paints them all,
With horns stretched longer still.
On canvas rises emptiness—
No soul, no thought, no skill.

Together, they form a herd,
Not virtual—real to slay.
The artist pairs with fascist scum
To sketch a camp where chimneys sway.

The crematorium’s frame emerges
On this canvas, stark and grim.
Killing Pok;mon is simple—
Just lie, spread fear on every whim.

The zombie-box will always draw
Disaster for each fragile mind.
Yet fear is real, and consciousness
Is trapped in madness they find.

Feed that madness, point the way,
And the fools will blindly go.
The path to the camp is short,
Where terror reigns, and shadows grow.



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Fear fuels the herd, blind to see,
The camp awaits their misery.
Lies guide them, puppets to the end—
Resist, or join the pointless bend.




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The Rock

“Here I stand—I cannot do otherwise,”
The dark mountain never brightens.
And Luther’s hulking shadow, blind,
Drifts above Peter’s domes.
—Osip Mandelstam, 1913


Stand firm, unyielding as a rock,
And spit upon the scheming goat,
The raging, twisted bastard,
And every chain that drags your soul.

With steadfastness you save your Spirit;
Fall, and you will rise anew.
Otherwise, you rot alive—
Better never to have been born.

Know this: only Spirit counts.
Betray not—die with Honor intact.
No place for Spirit among the servants
Of vile, soulless creatures. Vanish.

Better you serve not the monsters.
Fight fascist filth with every ounce.
The sea is full of lies and slime;
Reward for the Honest—only the executioner’s axe.

Amid the tide of lies, be a rock,
Among the traitors, be a gadfly.
Take no goat for friend—
It will sell you out, no excuse required.



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Stand firm, a rock against the filth,
Spit on the goat, reject the leash.
Rise or rot, but guard your Spirit—
Honor’s price is never cheap.



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History Repeats?

History does not repeat itself—
The farce grows only more absurd.
When consciousness thins and fades,
The game turns foul, corrupt, and blurred.

Old farces may replay their scenes,
But stupidity grows thick and strong.
The game is now rigged on lowly odds,
And fascism turns the weak to wrong.

When the fascist is a filthy fool,
The politician a clown, not mere thief,
The whole damned world can be destroyed
By lies alone, its ruin brief.

Once lies had honor in their sway,
Now madness cloaks them through and through.
When idiot rules o’er idiot,
It’s easy to multiply deceit anew.

And that dumbed-down, bleating herd
Will reap the havoc they create.
The vile monsters only need this—
To scorch a world that tempts their hate.

The living Sun now holds the reign,
The master of all that breathes and burns.
It will not let the beasts prevail,
Nor those who twist mankind for cruel turns.



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Fools run the world, lies reign supreme,
The herd destroys itself in endless scheme.
The Sun commands, it burns the grime—
No place for beasts to waste our time.



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Believe Not, Fear Not, Beg Not

Believe not, fear not, beg not.
Cast aside all lies, seek answers
Always WITHIN. And may God guard
You from all the “guides” and prancers.

Bedlam thrives on fear—
Trace the source of every dread.
They pump the terror. For such beasts,
The only due is the executioner’s thread.

Poverty too is but a sham.
Beg from those who made you poor?
That’s futile torment, empty, vile—
A pit so deep it has no floor.

Withdraw within, like to a distant cell,
Return with consciousness renewed.
Here the Bright Spirit is near slain,
And Reason’s tortured, harshly skewed.

Seek the ways to turn the tide,
To claim the victory we must gain.
No simple fool is your friend—
Drive him off, his nonsense is a chain.

For madness reigns on every side.
The sane are scarce; behold the slavery.
Here they submit and spew their lies.
Be brave, be stubborn, claim your bravery.

Build a world autonomous, wise,
Seek answers, dare to question deep…
And let your Spirit be your only king.
The soulless scum soon will find defeat.

When we at last uncover paths
To free ourselves from bondage dire,
Though Hell is hard to walk through now,
You’ll rise above all filth and mire.



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Believe not, fear not, beg not!
Strike the lies, let Spirit lead.
Scum will fall, the fools will rot—
We rise above their dark misdeed.



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Building Hell

With brains all washed, instincts dead,
We build Hell with our own hands,
Yet “we fight” with whining and dread,
Blind to the ruin in these lands.

We cannot unite, just eat and defile,
Fascism rises—but who gives a damn?
Only a few resist this vile,
The Goat awaits its wicked program.

Children sold, no light remains,
Traitors lied, deceived with flair.
Nothing works—only madness reigns,
And Spirit writhes in torment there.

All that’s left is stench and rot,
Astral filth o’er everything spread.
The world under the fascist’s plot—
Filth grows unchecked, the living dead.

And we are only yeast in this stew,
A “persistent scent” in decay.
Repayment comes—each fiend will rue,
And every guilty soul will pay!



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Brains washed, spirits crushed,
We build Hell while whining loud.
Fools serve the Goat, their deeds unblushed—
Each fiend will pay, each scum avowed.



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Roof-Eating and Roof-Running

The paths of the roof must be set in advance,
So all sit like mice, in a fearful trance.
To dull the minds of men just in time,
Ignorance grows like a sinister rhyme.

Paranoia blooms, fears fed with care,
Schizophrenia thrives on propaganda there.
When meaningless lies run wild and fast,
The links of thought dissolve at last.

Connections like glue, consciousness torn,
Thoughts scatter like amoebas, reborn.
A verbal stew marks the schizoid breed,
A little more effort—and world madness will lead.

The world is insane—but the rule’s too weak,
Man’s not yet the hound for the fiends to tweak.
Genocide rages, yet fragments escape,
Adjust the control—and fascism takes shape.

Roof-eating, roof-running—peak of decay,
Consciousness devolved in the foulest way.
It’s like horse-tending, absurd and slick,
No mind remains—just a nervous tick.



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Dull their minds, feed the fear,
Lies and madness rule the sphere.
Roof-eaters rise, fascism’s trick—
Consciousness gone, just a nervous tick.



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Everest of Filth

Fake love and creatures sold,
Fascism returns, fierce and bold.
Souls are tormented, ground to dust,
In greed and lies, all placed their trust.

No mind remains—the cost of bribes,
A mountain of filth where corruption thrives.
Lies have blinded, genocide sanctioned,
The herd bleats on, minds long abandoned.

Most people here are meek and scared,
Ruled by fiends, the righteous impaired.
The remnants of man must rise, unite,
Or Hell will manifest in endless night.

If this goes on, it will persist,
Stand up, if not a fool, resist.
The path is harsh, the fight is grim,
But courage lights the way within.



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Filth piles high, lies blind the herd,
Fascist fiends rule, deaf to word.
Rise, don’t kneel—fight, even if grim,
Or Hell will rise, the light grows dim.



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Hope

Hope dies last in fools and dolts,
This world survives on stubborn jolts.
Only delusions, false mirages, mad assemblies,
Feed those hopes—they dull the mind’s reveries.

If illusions fade, then hope is gone:
With the last deceit, it’s over and done.
The fools and ignorants are to blame,
Because of them, we’ve sunk to the deepest shame.

One must become a steadfast, stern mind,
And give Evil the last fight you find.
Else you’ll serve it, a willing, wretched tool,
Dragging all your kin into Hell’s cruel pool.



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Hope dies in fools, illusions fed,
Stand fierce, strike Evil—else be led
To Hell with kin, a servant vile,
Fight back now, walk your own trial.



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Like in a Movie…

Watching all these movies play,
One thought gnaws—this is the slice
Of reality, absurd and gray,
Or did the director goad the vice?

Where’s the high pursuit of thought?
Only lust, brutality, and dread,
Golden calf devotion, shallow naught,
Stupidity and filth—MUD widespread!

A slice of life—just eavesdrop near,
All like in cinema… steer clear.
The crowd’s just trash, so don’t adhere,
We’re on the dump of the Universe, my dear.

And there, a massive garbage truck
Looms on the horizon, grim and stark.
It will end the torment—down to muck,
No sweat, no fuss, just pitch-black dark.



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Reality’s trash, all lust and spite,
Crowds are dung, the world’s a blight.
Watch, survive—fight back the muck,
Stand tall, don’t bow, or you’re out of luck.



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Weapon of Lies

While lies hold sway across the land,
It’s easy to rule a world unmanned.

We’ll crush them all without a fight:
The weapon of lies works just right.
No knife is needed for the fool—
Tell him he’s clever, think he’s cool—
And do with him whatever you choose.

As long as they buy this con,
Worldwide genocide will roll on.

Oh, what a dull and stupid crowd!
They obey only when howled at loud.
From the zombie-box we’ll stir the fray,
And every dullard will march our way.

Now rages the hybrid war—
Immortal Souls are priced in gore.

And killing here? Easy by fool’s hand.
A fool is a weapon, a whole regiment at command.
He’ll jab all with fake vaccines’ sting,
No gun needed—poison does the thing.
Each idiot cheers his “healing” thrill.

The limits of decay are reached—
Soon the wise will be impeached.
Only fools will fill the ranks,
Slaves and serfs to the vile, stinking pranks.



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Fools are arms of lies, unstoppable, grim,
Marching to death with a poisoned whim.
The wise soon gone, the herd enslaved,
Only the stupid remain, world depraved.



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Unification

Not people, but buttons, each one wired
To react alike when the same spark’s fired.
And so each citizen’s trained from birth,
Through years of drills that mask the earth.

From childhood taught to march in line—
The form may shift, but the essence shines.
Lies multiply, thrice each year,
The heap of falsehoods clouds the clear.

It’s hard for the wise to find a path
That saves the Soul from aftermath.
The world is vile, corrupt, obscene,
And every step makes the road more mean.

But there’s no choice—your Soul’s a flame,
It cannot waste in Hell’s cruel game.
Reject this “world,” discard the “need,”
You’re here to fight and make evil bleed.

Listen only to your Inner Voice,
Seek those like you, not the herd’s noise.
All else is nonsense, strung on a hair—
Only fools and beasts think it fair.

You hold the Power, its manifest
Is what truly matters; all the rest—less.
So multiply Resistance in your sway,
The force that halts this Shameful Fray.



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March not with fools, rise from the herd,
Your Soul’s the sword, your voice the word.
Multiply Resistance, hold the line—
Stop the Shameful Fray, make Hell decline.



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Consumerism

A hyperactive, gluttonous fool
Is the core, the essence of the consumer’s rule.
So too the traitor, propagandist, cop, and snitch—
They multiply lies and chains without a glitch.

Yet the consumer matters above all—
Connected vessels, ready to fall.
The brain will drown in empty sludge,
While the glutton feasts, a poisonous judge.

The Soul decays, the mind grows fat,
Conscience and Honor? Mere fairy chat.
Fools abound, but masks are worn,
To hide the rot from the scorned and torn.

And as always, the Creator in the pen
Cannot feed the cattle—what a sin.
If so, it’s doom, yet none will care
While chewing the lies fed everywhere.

Total lies have cloaked the land—
The wise can barely breathe, can barely stand.
Decay, shame, and endless moan,
Rebirth is gone, the seeds unsown.

The point of no return is past,
Degradation spreads, here to last.
Only the fascist fiend prevails,
Humans knead like dough for his trails.

Slaves are shaped; the camp is built,
New chains stronger than Titan’s gilt.
Digital pens for the human herd,
Madness serves as every new word.

Burn the camp—fascism must not rise,
The Earth will breathe from shameful ties.
Only the Spiritual shall survive,
Death pays the price for gluttony and lies.



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Burn the lies, smash the chains,
Rise above the gluttons’ reign.
Only the Spirit can stand free—
Death comes for all their treachery.



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Spirit rises—gluttons fall,
Death claims the liars, one and all.



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Gluttons rot, the traitors burn—
Hell’s reckoning leaves none to spurn.



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Fools feast, the world decays—
Spirit rises, devils pay.



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Greed reigns, the masses choke—
Truth ignites, and liars smoke.



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Slave hordes grovel, vultures feast—
Rise, O Soul, and crush the beast.



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Chains break, the fools will fall—
Spirit stands, above it all.



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Lies burn, the weak will bend—
Strike, O Soul, till darkness ends.



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Greed dies, the false decay—
Rise and crush the rot today.



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1.
Chains will snap, the false will scream—
Spirit rules, the mind redeems.

2.
Lies collapse, the herd will flee—
Stand, O Soul, and be the key.

3.
Rot and greed will meet their end—
Strike the false, the Spirit’s friend.

4.
Darkness falls where fools obey—
Rise, O Soul, and lead the way.

5.
Fools devour, the rot will spread—
Burn the lies, lift up your head.

6.
Fear is fuel for tyrant’s flame—
Truth and Spirit break the game.

7.
Chains of thought, they bind no more—
Smash the cage, your wings will soar.

8.
Falsehood reigns where minds decay—
Shatter it, and seize the day.

9.
Greed is weak, the liars fall—
Soul stands tall above it all.

10.
Herds obey, the world in pain—
Spirit strikes, and breaks the chain.

11.
Rot and lies, they choke the land—
Rise, O Soul, and take your stand.

12.
Fools may swarm, the dark may reign—
Truth will cut, and break the chain.



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1. Break the chains—let liars burn!
2. Spirit rises, fools will turn.
3. Lies collapse beneath our might.
4. Darkness flees before the light.
5. Herds obey—no more control!
6. Strike the false, reclaim your soul.
7. Rot devours those who kneel.
8. Truth cuts sharp—its edge is real.
9. Fear is weak, the brave survive.
10. Wings will spread—the Spirit thrives.
11. Tyrants fall, their lies exposed.
12. Flames of justice now imposed.
13. Foolish crowds will choke and scream.
14. Wake the mind, unleash the dream.
15. Chains of thought—shatter, fly!
16. Soul ignites beneath the sky.
17. Darkness quakes where falsehood stands.
18. Strike the lies with open hands.
19. Only Spirit rules the day.
20. Falsehood dies—the brave hold sway.



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1. Break the chains—let liars burn!
2. Spirit rises, fools will turn.
3. Herds obey, but we revolt.
4. Lies collapse beneath our jolt.
5. Fear is weak—the brave survive.
6. Tyrants fall—the soul’s alive.
7. Chains of thought—we shred, we fly!
8. Darkness quakes beneath the sky.
9. Falsehood dies, the Spirit reigns.
10. Strike the liars, break their chains.
11. Rotten minds will choke and scream.
12. Truth cuts sharper than a beam.
13. Wings unfold—the brave ascend.
14. Foolish crowds will meet their end.
15. Flames of justice scorch the night.
16. Only Spirit wields the light.
17. Deceit collapses in our hands.
18. We reclaim the ruined lands.
19. Cowards kneel, the strong resist.
20. Every lie we’ll crush, dismiss.
21. Darkness quivers, shadows break.
22. No false king shall hold or take.
23. Soul ignites, the heart is steel.
24. Chains of tyranny we peel.
25. Liars scatter, fear is slain.
26. Spirit rises through the pain.
27. Wake the mind, unleash the rage.
28. Turn the fools from their cage.
29. Justice roars—the world obeys.
30. Falsehood dies, the brave hold sway.



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1. Break lies!
2. Burn fools!
3. Rise, Spirit!
4. Shatter chains!
5. Fear dies!
6. Tyrants fall!
7. Truth strikes!
8. Wings spread!
9. Darkness trembles!
10. Liars scatter!
11. Justice roars!
12. Soul burns!
13. Rebels fly!
14. Chains break!
15. Deceit shatters!
16. Brave stand!
17. Shadows flee!
18. Spirit reigns!
19. Courage strikes!
20. Lies vanish!
21. Darkness flees!
22. Chains crumble!
23. Fire cleans!
24. Mind awakens!
25. Fools perish!
26. Truth prevails!
27. Light pierces!
28. Rage ignites!
29. Soul soars!
30. Brave conquer!



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Break lies!
Burn fools!
Rise, Spirit!
Shatter chains!
Fear dies!
Tyrants fall!
Truth strikes!
Wings spread!
Darkness trembles!
Liars scatter!
Justice roars!
Soul burns!
Rebels fly!
Chains break!
Deceit shatters!
Brave stand!
Shadows flee!
Spirit reigns!
Courage strikes!
Lies vanish!
Darkness flees!
Chains crumble!
Fire cleans!
Mind awakens!
Fools perish!
Truth prevails!
Light pierces!
Rage ignites!
Soul soars!
Brave conquer!



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Rise!
Break!
Burn!
Truth!
Chains!
Fly!
Dark!
Shatter!
Fools!
Fear!
Soul!
Justice!
Light!
Strike!
Victory!



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RISE! BREAK! BURN!
TRUTH! CHAINS! FLY!
DARK! SHATTER! FOOLS!
FEAR! SOUL! JUSTICE!
LIGHT! STRIKE! VICTORY!



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RISE! BREAK! BURN!
Chains of lies—shatter, fall!
Fools cower—hear the call!
Darkness spreads—light strikes back,
Souls awaken—smite the black!

TRUTH! CHAINS! FLY!
Deceit crumbles under fire,
Madness quivers, webs expire.
Fear no more—the Spirit’s shield
Breaks the gates, the tyrants yield.

DARK! SHATTER! FOOLS!
Cowards scream, their power fake,
Illusions shatter—hearts awake!
Rise above the herd’s decay,
Forge your path—break, tear, slay!

FEAR! SOUL! JUSTICE!
Let the righteous strike with might,
Exposing lies, igniting light.
Every chain that bound the weak
Shatters now—the Spirit speaks!

LIGHT! STRIKE! VICTORY!
From the ashes, truth will reign,
Wicked fall, the brave remain.
The end of lies, the dawn of fire,
Soul unchained—our hearts aspire!



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RISE!
Chains break!
Fools quake!

STRIKE!
Lies burn!
Spirits turn!

SMASH!
Fear dies!
Truth flies!

BURN!
Dark falls!
Light calls!

BREAK!
Slaves run!
Madness shuns!

RISE!
Soul free!
Victory!



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RISE, SPIRIT!
Shatter chains that bind the weak!
Crush the lies that choke the meek!

BURN, DARKNESS!
Tear the veil of false delight,
Strike the fools who worship night!

SMASH, MADNESS!
Scatter thrones of tyrant scum,
Break their hordes — here comes the drum!

SCORCH, FEAR!
Raise the flames within the mind,
Leave the coward fools behind!

RISE, REBELS!
From the ashes, claim your power,
Every tyrant meets his hour!

STRIKE, TRUTH!
Pierce the heart of every lie,
Let the blind and greedy die!

SOAR, SPIRIT!
Wings of light across the skies,
Watch the weak illusions die!

RISE, MIGHTY SOUL!
This is war, this is the test,
Fight with honor, fight the rest!

SHATTER!
Chains of slaves, false kings, and fools,
Crush the scripts, destroy their rules!

TRIUMPH!
Every heart that dares to seek,
Finds the strength that makes the weak,
Mighty, free, unbowed, unique!



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RISE!
Chains break, lies burn,
Fools fall — the world will turn!

SOAR!
Spirit strong, wings of light,
Smash the dark, ignite the fight!

STRIKE!
Every tyrant, every clown,
Falls to those who won’t back down!

TRIUMPH!
Truth reigns, the coward dies,
Freedom soars across the skies!



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RISE!
Break the chains, burn the lies.
Fools fall, the Spirit flies.

STRIKE!
Tyrants fall, truth ignites.
Freedom soars through endless nights!



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Break the lies!
Fools crumble, Spirit rises.
Tyrants burn—freedom flies!



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Smash the lies!
Spirit soars, tyrants fall!



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Burn their falsehoods down!
Fools and tyrants, face your doom!



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Smash the lies, ignite the skies!
Fools will fall, the Spirit rises!
Chains will break, the tyrants quake—
Only truth endures, despises!



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Rage! Strike! Tear the false apart!
No slave survives a fearless heart!
Fools and beasts shall meet the flame—
Spirit storms and claims its name!