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Çîëîòàÿ ðûáêà
Ñòàðèê çàáðîñèë íåâîä â ìîðå,
Çàòåì ïîéìàë çëàòîå ãîðå.
Âñ¸ òîíåò â Àë÷íîñòè è Âçäîðå:
Íåò ñóøè — íà ìîðñêîì ïðîñòîðå
Íàõîäèìñÿ. Îäèí äåëüôèí
Åñòåñòâåíåí è íå êðåòèí.
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Ñàðäîíèê è Îòñòîéíèê
Çà þìîð ãëàäÿò ïî ãîëîâêå,
À çà ñàðêàçì âîâñþ ãíîáÿò.
Ñàðäîíèê: âñå íà èçãîòîâêå,
À ÿä òîëïû êàê àâòîìàò.
Áîëüøîé âîïðîñ, â êîì áîëüøå ÿäó:
 òîì, êòî ãëàãîëåò, — èëü ìîë÷èò.
Ìèð ïîøëûõ, Çëó ïîêîðíûõ ãàäîâ:
Ñàðäîíèê — çíà÷èò èíäèâèä.
Ñàðäîíèê òîíåò. Ìèð — îòñòîéíèê:
Ëèøü ëèöåìåðíûå êóñêè
Âñïëûâóò íàâåðõ. Ñðåäü ñòðàøíîé âîíè
Ñàðäîíèê ÿðûé âîïðåêè
Âñåìó èä¸ò. Ðàñïëàòà æä¸ò —
Óòîïèò Çëó ïîêîðíûé ñáðîä.
Íî åñëè Ìèð-Íàîáîðîò
Âîêðóã, îäèí ëèøü îí íå èäèîò.
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Îçäîðîâèòåëüíûé áåã
Áåæàòü — ïëåâàòü íà âñ¸ èíîå!
Çàáåãè — ñðåäñòâî çîëîòîå
Äëÿ îáðåòåíèÿ ïîêîÿ
Ñðåäè Ðàçäðàÿ, ÑÌÐÀÄîâ âîÿ:
Âñ¸ ÎÊÐóæåÍÜÅ — ÍÈÊÀÊÎÅ.
 í¸ì òðóäíî áûòü ñàìèì ñîáîþ —
Íå ïîä ïàÿëüíèêîì ïðèïîåì.
È íå ñíèìàåòñÿ çàïîåì
Íàïðÿã — çàìåíà ... íà äðóãîå.
Âàðèàíò âòîðîé ñòðîêè. Çàáåãè — ñðåäñòâî ðàçáèòíîå
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Ïàìÿòü è Çàêîí áîëüøèõ ÷èñåë
"Æèçíü": ñïðåññîâàëèñü â _ïàìÿòü ãîäû.
Íåò òâîð÷åñòâà, òîãäà óðîäû
Êîøìàðîì â _îíîé óïëîòíÿòñÿ.
Êîãäà æå áóäåøü òû ñòàðàòüñÿ
Äåðçàòü — òâîðèòü è ïîçíàâàòü —
Ñòðàíèöàìè "æèçíü" ìîæåò ñòàòü.
Ïèñàë — íå òðóäíî ïðîëèñòàòü,
À íå óðîäöåâ âñïîìèíàòü.
Åñòü âåðîÿòíîñòü íåáîëüøàÿ
È ßðêèõ âñòðåòèòü. Ïàìÿòü çëàÿ
Òîãäà ñìÿã÷èòñÿ — ýïèçîäîì!,
Âåäü ñëèøêîì ìíîãî â Òüìå óðîäîâ.
Óðîäû â Òüìå — "áîëüøèå ÷èñëà".
Êîãäà ñðåäü íèõ, òîãäà ïîäâèñëà
"Æèçíü" íà ñîïëå. Êàêîé òóò îïûò?
Êàê â ñòðàøíîé ñêàçêå ñ òàéòëîì "Æîïà"!
Êîãäà âñÿ æèçíü èç Òüìû ïîðûâ,
Ïðîðâ¸òñÿ ïàìÿòü êàê íàðûâ:
Îñòàíóòñÿ ëèøü ê Ñâåòó âåõè
È óêàçàíüÿ, â ÷¸ì ïðîðåõè
 òâî¸ì èçâèëèñòîì ïóòè
Ñ åäèíîé öåëüþ — îáðåñòè
Ïðîçðåíèÿ, ÷òî Òüìó êðîìñàþò
È òåì ê Èñòîêó ïðèáëèæàþò.
Äóõîâíîñòü — çíà÷èò Åäèíè÷íîñòü;
Áîëüøèå ÷èñëà — Çëà öèêëè÷íîñòü:
Çàêîíîìåðíîñòè óçðè —
Äåðçàé, Èùè, Ñòðåìèñü, Òâîðè!
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Ìûøèíûé ìèð
Åñëè çóáû öåëû —
Øóòèøü íåóìåëî.
Ñ äîëåþ ñàðêàçìà —
Õóæå ëæå-çàðàçû
Äëÿ òîëïû óáîãîé.
ÑÌÐÀÄû âðîäå áîãà:
Âåðÿò èì ïðèäóðêè,
Ñîõðàíÿÿ øêóðêè.
Øêóðíîñòü è ïîêîðíîñòü —
Îñòàëüíîå âçäîðíîñòü.
Ïåðåäàé äåòèøêàì:
Åñëè òèøå ìûøêè
Áóäåøü, â íîðêó òàùèøü
Õëàì — ïðåáóäåò ñ÷àñòüå.
Åñëè çóáû öåëû,
Çíà÷èò ñïîðî äåëî —
Ê ñ÷àñòèþ ñòðåìëåíüå.
Äóõà ðàçëîæåíüå
Êàê îñíîâà ñ÷àñòüÿ:
Èçáåæèøü íàïàñòåé,
Åñëè òû "íîðìàëüíûé"
 ìèðå èíôåðíàëüíîì.
Òóïîñòü ÷àñòüþ "íîðìû".
Ñòàíü Áåçäîííîé Ïðîðâîé —
Âûáüåøüñÿ â íà÷àëüñòâî.
Ñ÷àñòüåì èì íàõàëüñòâî,
Ìåëêîòû ãíîáëåíüå
È íàâåðõ ñòðåìëåíüå.
Ïèðàìèäà ãàäîâ:
Âûñøåþ îòðàäîé —
׸òêèé áûñòðûé øàã
Ïî ãîëîâêàì, âðàê
Íàïóñêàòü ñïîñîáíîñòü
È â çàøêàë Óòðîáíîñòü.
Íàãëûå óòðîáû
Ñïóñòÿò ëæå-õâîðîáû,
Âîéíû ðàçîæãóò,
Íà íàïðàñíûé òðóä
Ìåëêîòó ïîãîíÿò —
 ñ÷àñòèè óòîíåò
Âåñü ìûøèíûé ìèð:
È áåñïëàòíûé ñûð
Ìîæíî ñóððîãàòîì
Çàìåíèòü. Ïðåëàòîì
Ñòàíåò â í¸ì "ÈÈ".
Ïîñèëüíåé íàãíè
Âñåõ, è èñïîëíåíüå
Ïëàíîâ â ïîêîëåíüè
Íûíåøíåì äîáü¸øüñÿ —
È â Àäó î÷í¸øüñÿ:
Ëàãåðü öèôðîâîé —
Ýòî íîâûé ñòðîé.
Ðàáñòâî èñ÷åçàåò —
Ñêîòñòâî íàðàñòàåò.
×èï, Çàãîí Âñåìèðíûé
È ìûøîíîê ñìèðíûé —
Ñêðûòíûì ÒÂÀÐßÌ ñ÷àñòüå:
Ïðàâÿò ÷ðåç íàïàñòè —
Ñàìè ñîçäàþò,
Äëÿ ïðèêðûòüÿ âðóò,
Ýòî, ìîë, ñëó÷àéíî.
Òóï íåîáû÷àéíî
Ìèð ìûøåé — ñîæðóò!
À ìûøèíûé áîã
Ñïðàâåäëèâ, õîòü ñòðîã:
Âåðèøü, ïîä÷èíÿÿñü,
Äóìàòü íå ïûòàÿñü,
Áóäåò âñ¸ îêåé.
Ïîñèëüíåå áåé,
Ñèëó ïîñòåïåííî
Íàðàñòèâ — îòìåííî:
Ýòî "ïåðåìåíû" —
Óñèëåíüå ïëåíà.
Âêðàëàñÿ îøèáêà:
Åñëè î÷åíü øèáêî
Äóõ, óì äîáèâàòü,
Ñòàíåò èçæèâàòü
Ìåðçîñòü Çëà Ïðèðîäà —
 íåé ñâîè Íåâçãîäû
Åñòü, ñ ïðèñòàâêîé "ñóïåð-".
Êàòàêëèçì — âñå òðóïû.
Áûëî òàê — è áóäåò.
Ìèð ñîæãóò, îñòóäÿò —
Ðàáñòâî âíîâü ïðåáóäåò...
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Òî÷êà è îòòî÷èå
Ïîä ïðèöåëîì Ëæè êîëü ñìåëî
Òû âåðøèøü áëàãîå äåëî,
Äàæå åñëè íåóìåëî,
Ñâåò îáðÿùåøü — Ñåðäöå öåëî.
Ðàçîáü¸òñÿ íà êóñî÷êè,
Åñëè òû âî âëàñòè Òî÷êè.
Òî÷êó ñòàâèò íà âåñü ìèð
Ñêðûòûé Çâåðü, à íå áàíêèð.
Äåëî, íà Ïðîðûâ îõî÷åå,
Âìåñòî Òî÷êè ìíîãîòî÷èå
Ñòàâèò, ìíîæà âàðèàíòû:
Ìèðîì ïðàâÿò íå ãèãàíòû,
À óáëþäêè áîåâûå,
 êðåàòèâå ÍÈÊÀÊÈÅ,
Òèïà "êðîâè ãîëóáûå" —
È ÿðìî íà ñêîòñêîé âûå.
Íå ñêîòîâ â Çàãîíå ìàëî:
Îñîçíàíèå ïðîïàëî
 òð¸õ ÷åòâ¸ðòûõ, äàæå áîëüøå,
À ïðîñëîéêà Äóõà òîíüøå.
Íå ïðîñëîéêà ìàíèò — ñëîéêà:
Øêóðíîñòü ñ ñòðàõîì. Ìèð — ïîìîéêà.
Ìîæåò íàäî ñòàâèòü Òî÷êó,
Ïðåêðàòèâ óáîæåñòâ äðî÷êó?
Äð`î÷àò Ëîæüþ äî óïàäó,
×óøüþ ïðåâðàùàÿ â ãàäîâ.
Ïðîòèâëåíüå Ëæè Çëà — äåëî.
Îêóíàéñÿ â íåãî ñìåëî.
Òàê ê Èñòîêó äîïëûâ¸øü.
 í¸ì Ñïàñåíüå îáðåò¸øü.
À èíà÷å íè çà ãðîø
 Óòëîì Ìèðå ïðîïàä¸øü.
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Òîñêà Ïîäâàëà
"Óíè÷òîæèòüñÿ, êàíóâ
 ýòîò îìóò áåçëèêèé,
Ïðÿìî â îäóðü äèâàíîâ,
 ïîëîñàòûå òèêè!.."
Èííîêåíòèé Àííåíñêèé, "Òîñêà âîêçàëà", 1906 ã.
Òîñêà Ïîäâàëà —
Äóøà ïðîïàëà.
 ñîçíàíüè òèêè.
Íàðîäöû äèêè.
Ïîäâàë Âñåìèðíûé.
Ïðèäóðîê ñìèðíûé
 í¸ì â çàêëþ÷åíüè —
Ñðîê ïî ðîæäåíüþ.
Ìå÷òîé àìíèñòèÿ.
Ïîðûâû ÷èñòûå
Èçìàæåò ñàæà
Ëæè, ñòðàõîâ. Âðàæå
Íå âèäåí äàæå —
Ñåáå îõðàííèê
 Ôàøèñòñêîé Ñðàíè.
Ñîñåä ïî êëåòêå —
Ðàá ãëóïûé. Äåòêè
Ëîæü, ñòðàõ âïèòàþò
È òîæ ëàæàþò.
Òîñêà Ïîäâàëà.
È â íåé ïðîïàëà
Òüìà ïîêîëåíèé.
Ñìðàä ðàçëîæåíüÿ
Ïðèêðîåò ÑÌÐÀÄ:
Ïðîäàæíûé ãàä
Çàâ¸ë ïëàñòèíêó.
È ïîä ñóðäèíêó
Äîáüþò îñòàòêè
Óìà — ׸ðò õâàòêèé.
Ïîäâàë ïîä ׸ðòîì.
Ðàçëè÷üÿ ñò¸ðòû,
Ñìîòðåòü êîëü â ñóòü:
Ðàá, æðóùèé Ìóòü,
Çàòìèòü ÷òîá Æóòü.
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Íå âàæíî, ïðèä¸ò ëè êîðàáëü ê öåëè; ãëàâíîå — ÷òîáû îí ø¸ë ïðàâèëüíûì êóðñîì
Ñòðàíà èä¸ò ñâåðõ-âåðíûì êóðñîì —
Òî èçó÷àþò â êàæäîé áóðñå.
Äîïîëíèò ãëóïîñòü ïðîïàãàíäà.
Èòîã — íà ñåâåðå Óãàíäà.
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Åñòü íå÷òî, ÷òî äîðîæå äåíåã, —
Âñ¸ ýòî êðèòèêè îöåíÿò,
Ïîýò âîññëàâèò, à ïèñàòåëü
Îïèøåò ÿðêî. Ïî÷èòàòåëü
Íà êðàòêèé ìèã ïî÷òè ðàñòàåò.
Íî áóäíèé äåíü çàòåì íàñòàíåò —
Âìèã âûïàðèòñÿ æàðîì äåíåã
Ïîðûâ íåñèëüíûé: íåâðàñòåíèê
 ÿðìî âïðÿæ¸òñÿ — è âïåð¸ä!
Îòäóøèíà — íå ñäåðæèò ñáðîä:
Îí â Àä ïîä òàéòëîì "Ðàé" èä¸ò.
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Åñòü íå÷òî ïîäîðîæå äåíåã,
Âñ¸ ýòî _êðèòèêè îöåíÿò.
Ðàç _èäèîòû — îáåñöåíÿò:
Øàáëîí ïðîâåðåííûé ïðèìåíÿò.
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Äëÿ âçðàùåíüÿ îïòèìèçüìû
Êàê ïîäïîðêè êðåòèíèçìà,
Ïîëå Ëîæüþ óäîáðÿé,
Íàïåâàÿ "Ñêîðî — ðàé!"
Ëþáÿò ìóçûêó ðàñòåíüÿ,
 ðîñò èäÿ. À ïîêîëåíüÿ
Îâîùåé íà Àäñêîé Ãðÿäêå
Âåðÿò ×óøè áåç îãëÿäêè.
Íó à åñëè ×óøü â ðàññêàçû
Èëè ïåñíè ïîìåñòèòü,
Óðîæàé ëåãêî ðàñòèòü.
À ïðîïîëêà — ëæå-çàðàçû.
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Äâå íèæíèå ÷àêðû
 øòàíàõ çàñòðÿëè ìûñëè —
Äâà öåíòðà áûòèÿ
Òàì ñêðûòû. Æèçíè òëè
Ðàä. Àäæíà — äëÿ âðàíüÿ.
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Ìàñêè è ïñåâäîæèçíü ïî óêàçêå
Íàäåâàåøü ñ äåòñòâà ìàñêè.
"Ïî äîáðó" — íå ïî óêàçêå.
"Âîñïèòàíèÿ" ïîäñêàçêè
ßâíû — áåç ïðÿìîé îãëàñêè.
Ýòî ïîìîãàåò âëèòüñÿ
 êîëëåêòèâû. Î÷óòèòüñÿ
 îäèíî÷åñòâå, è ñ äåòñòâà,
Ëèøü äëÿ èçáðàííûõ åñòü ñðåäñòâî
Ïîçíàâàòü — è îòäàëÿòü
Óì è Äóõ îò ñêâåðíû. Ìàòü
È îòåö òâîè ïðèìåðíû
Äëÿ âñåìèðíîé "äîáðîé" ñêâåðíû.
"Äîáðîòà" è "ïîçèòèâíîñòü" —
Ìàñêè êðàñêè. Âñÿ àêòèâíîñòü,
Ìîë, âî áëàãî, âåäü íà ôëàãå
"Ñâåòëûé ñèìâîë". Ëæèâîé øíÿãè
Âñþäó âàë — îòñþäà ìàñêè.
Íåäàë¸êî è äî êàñêè —
Ñïëîøü ñþæåò èç ñòðàøíîé ñêàçêè.
Ëîæü è ìèôû, ÷óøü è ñêàçêè —
Ìèðîâîé ìåéíñòðèì. Îãëàñêå
Ïðåäà¸òñÿ îáðàáîòêà
ßâè — ïîïðîñòó áëåâîòà
"Âûâîäîâ" äëÿ èäèîòà.
Äíè èäóò, ïðîõîäÿò ãîäû:
Ìàñêè âñþäó — íå óðîäû!
À òâîÿ ÷åðåç íåâçãîäû
Ïîìîãàåò ïëûòü. "Ñâîáîäó"
Äàæå â áðåäå îùóùàåøü
È âñ¸ áîëüøå â Òüìå ëàæàåøü.
Òî ýôôåêò âðàñòàíüÿ ìàñêè —
×àñòü â Òüìå æèçíè ïî óêàçêå.
×àñòüþ ñóùíîñòè => ïîäñêàçêè
Çàìåíèë äèêòàò — áåç "ëàñêè".
Ìàñêà âúåëàñü è âïèòàëàñü.
Èëè òû â íå¸? Îñòàëîñü
Ñêîëüêî îò òåáÿ — ëèøü ìàëîñòü?
Íà÷èíàëîñü âñ¸ êàê øàëîñòü
Ìèìèêðèè: ñïëîøü äðóãèå,
Åñëè â öåëîì, íèêàêèå.
Íî â ñêëîíåíèè ëèõèå:
 ðàáñêèé áûò òåáÿ ñêëîíÿþò —
Ýòèì Äóøó óáèâàþò.
Âûõîä ïðîñò: âèäàë â ãðîáó
Âñþ óáîãóþ òîëïó,
Èõ ëè÷èíû è ïðè÷èíû,
Ëîæü, êðèâëÿíèÿ è ìèíû!!!
Ìàñêó ñ ìÿñîì îòäåðè,
Íó à äàëåå íå âðè
Òû ñåáå, èëè â âîëøáå
Ìèôîâ ñãèíåò Äóõ â ðàáå.
Ðàáñêèé ñòðîé. Ñïëîøü ÑÌÐÀÄîâ âîé.
Ïîä÷èíèëñÿ — ÍÈÊÀÊÎÉ!
Ñáðîñèë ìàñêó — íå ãåðîé:
Ïåðâûé øàã, ÷òîá ñòàòü ñîáîé.
Ìàñêà èäîë Ëæè ñíàðóæè.
Âíóòðü èäè, òàì îáíàðóæèøü
Ñâåò, ÷òî ïëîòíî çàñòèë Áðåä —
Ðàáñòâó òâîé ëèõîé îòâåò.
Ïåðâûì äåëîì êðèêíè "íåò!!!"
Ëæè òîòàëüíîé: ãëÿäü, Ïðîñâåò.
Çíà÷èò íåäàë¸ê è Ñâåò...
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Ñöåíàðèñòó
Ïåðåêðó÷èâàòü íå íàäî
Äî ïðåäåëà âåñü ñþæåò.
Ìîæåò, ðåæèññ¸ðó â ðàäîñòü,
Äëÿ êðèòè÷íîãî — ÷óøü, áðåä.
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Äåòñêèé ñïîðò çàãîíèò ìíîãèõ:
Òüìèùå òðåíåðîâ óáîãèõ,
Ëþäîåäñêàÿ ñèñòåìà.
Äëÿ ÷åãî? Áàáëèøêî òåìà
Ãëàâíàÿ â ìèðêå âåçäå.
Ñïîðò: íå â ñëàâå, à â óçäå.
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Çàìêíóòûé êðóã
Èç êðóãà âûðâàëñÿ: äîðîãà
Òàì èñ÷åçàåò, à èäòè
ÏÎÄÀËÜØÅ íóæíî î÷åíü ìíîãî —
×òîá öèêë â Ñîçíàíüè èçâåñòè.
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Ôèãíÿ
Èçîáðåòàòü ôèãíþ äîõîäíî,
Êîëü ìîæíî âòþõàòü âñåé òîëïå:
Ñîæðóò óøë¸ïêè ÷òî óãîäíî —
Ñòðàñòü ê "íîâèçíå" â òóïîì ðàáå.
Ïûë îãðàíè÷àò øèðïîòðåáîì,
Êèíîøêîé, ïåñíåþ òóïîé.
Êàê íà äðîææàõ ïð¸ò íåïîòðåáà:
Ñïëîøü ïîòðå****ñòâî, æëîá — ãåðîé.
Ïîçíàíüÿ ïûë ïî÷òè ïîòóøåí —
Îòâåò ãîòîâûé äàñò âñåì ÑÌÐÀÄ.
Ñêóêîæàò óì óáîãèé, äóøè
"Íàóêà" ñ âåðîé — íóæåí ãàä.
Îòêðîþò Îêíà Îâåðòîíà —
Ðàñøèðèòü ÷òîá äèàïàçîí
Íè÷òîæíîñòè. Îáìàíîâ òîííû
Ñîìíåíèÿ èçãîíÿò âîí.
Ìèðîê òùåäóøíûé, Çëó ïîñëóøíûé
Ïîãîíÿò â Ëàãåðü Öèôðîâîé:
"Äîáðî" íà ôëàãå, öåëü — áåçäóøüå,
Âñå çà "çäîðîâèå" ãîðîé.
Çäîðîâèå øìóðäÿê ïîääåðæèò.
Íàìîðäíèê ñäåëàåò ñèëüíåé.
×èï îò ìåòàíèÿ óäåðæèò:
Æðè, ñòàíîâÿñü òóïåé, ïîäëåé.
Âòåìÿøèòü ìåðçîñòè ïîòðåáíî
Òåì, êòî âñåì ïðàâèò èç òåíè:
Îñíîâà ðàáñòâà — ëîæü, óùåðáíîñòü.
À ëîçóíã: ïîñèëüíåé òÿíè
Òû îäåÿëî â ëîñêóòàõ —
Ïðèêðûòü ÷òîá ïðåâðàùåíüå â ïðàõ.
Áåçóìíûé ìèð íà âñåõ ïàðàõ
Ëåòèò â ÍÈ×ÒÎ, ôèãí¸þ âûòåñíÿÿ æàõ.
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Super-Yoga
No debate: running’s super-yoga,
Far beyond the greybeards’ lore —
Ancient junk in dusty toga,
God fled bored from that old store.
Mind grows sharper under motion
Than in statues stiff and froze.
Spirit forged in fierce devotion —
Strain’s the path that truly shows.
Yes, Zen once set the standard,
But to squat today is farce:
You’ll become a pompous blabber,
Breeding hemorrhoids in your arse.
That made sense when fields demanded
Hours bent in soil and sun.
Now we’re bloated, slack, unmanned —
Tamed like dogs that never run.
Run from obedience and terror —
Run in body, run in mind.
Scrub your consciousness from error —
Ancient myths and modern blind.
Truth is born of juxtaposing,
If the lucid mind is on.
All exertion’s worth composing —
Yet in motion broods are gone.
Better this than “yoga” faking,
Nearly all is staged today.
Sitting multiplies mind’s breaking —
Modern brains just rot away.
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Run — don’t rot in padded poses.
Sweat — don’t mumble sacred lies.
Truth ignites when motion closes
All the loopholes of disguise.
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Pseudo-Science
“Mathematics is more than a science; it is the language of science.”
— Niels Bohr
“Pure mathematics is the subject in which we do not know what we are talking about, nor whether what we are saying is true.”
— Bertrand Russell
Even stripped of forged distortion,
Even void of hired lies,
Pseudo-science lacks proportion —
Mostly smoke before the eyes.
Without Consciousness igniting
(First and final, root of all)
In the cosmic fabric writing —
All their schemes are thin and small.
Mathematics is a language —
Useful, yes, but rarely king.
Dogmas thrive within its range;
Reason kneels to everything.
In deductions wrapped in figures
Traps and twists can hide with ease.
Lose attention — error triggers,
Faulty samples, warped decrees.
Heaps of toxic fabrication
You may craft against your will.
As in every institution,
Clerks command and cash can kill.
Often liars hardly follow
What their polished speeches mean;
Paid to vomit glittered hollow —
Fluent fraud in tidy sheen.
When inhuman sponsors nourish
Fog to dim the public sight,
Pseudo-scholars gladly flourish —
Black is white and wrong is right.
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Fund the lie — it grows like ivy.
Pay the tongue — it twists the proof.
Without Mind awake and lively,
“Science” rots beneath the roof.
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Algorithms
Countless problems can be solved —
Yes, by algorithmic art.
Yet compared to living wholeness
They’re a fragment, not the heart.
Life is richer past all measure,
Deeper than a coded scheme —
Still pseudo-science, cold and clever,
Melts mankind to formless slime.
In that slime the “easy answers”
Fit all questions, large or small.
Spirit’s murder breeds such dancers —
Slime needs sub-humans, that is all.
It requires the witless masses:
Only fools will stand and hymn
Simple scripts as holy classes —
Complex truths are void for them.
Their rhythm mimics some amoeba:
Eat — excrete — repeat the round.
Microbial in aim and fever —
Rotting corpses all around.
Slowly everything turns carrion
In this stale and airless sphere —
Betrayal thrives without a reason,
God departed long from here.
Super-mind knows no equations,
No prewritten coded thread —
Swift, exact beyond all nations.
Thus all dies where “mind” is dead.
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Code the corpse — and call it reason.
Count the slime — and name it law.
When the Spirit leaves the season,
Algorithms eat it raw.
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Algorithms (Uncountable)
Algorithmic roads are many —
Countless, yes — yet countable still.
Life outnumbers any tally,
Uncontained by coder’s will.
What is solvable is numbered,
Indexed, listed, neatly stored.
But the unsolved — vast and thundered —
Uncountable, ocean-poured.
Most that can be solved are fated
To exponential delay:
Answer comes when dust has waited
Two full centuries away.
Thus the neat, obedient thinking
Shrinks the cosmos to a grid;
Pseudo-science, smiling, blinking,
Sells a coffin with a lid.
In that coffin lie reductions —
“Simple models fit it all.”
Spirit dies by such instructions;
Slime requires minds that crawl.
Only fools applaud the function,
Worship runtime as divine.
If complexity brings tension —
They discard the deeper line.
Their rhythm hums like low bacteria:
Consume — expel — decay — repeat.
Purpose: planetary criteria —
Turn all living thought to meat.
Soon the air itself is carrion
In this closed, recursive sphere,
Where betrayal needs no reason
And no god has lingered here.
Super-Mind knows no procedure,
Needs no bounded Turing thread.
Instant, lucid, beyond structure —
Where true Consciousness has led.
But when “mind” is mere illusion,
Looping in a coded trance,
All will rot in self-confusion —
Proof complete by circumstance.
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Count the finite. Fear the vast.
Exponential time will pass.
When the Spirit’s overcast —
Code becomes a rotting mass.
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Beyond the Machine
A Turing tape runs left and right,
A finite head, a bounded sight.
It reads, it writes, it shifts the cell —
A perfect cage it knows too well.
All that’s formal, step by rule,
Can live inside that patient tool.
If halting’s proved — the bell may chime.
If not — it loops till end of time.
Decidable? Then count the class.
Enumerable — let numbers pass.
But most of truth no list can frame:
Uncountable — without a name.
And even where the code succeeds,
Exponential grow the needs;
The answer blooms when none remain
Who asked the question in their pain.
Thus mind reduced to mechanism
Mistakes its limits for realism.
It crowns the grid, exalts the scheme —
Declares the Infinite a dream.
Yet Super-Mind requires no tape,
No state-transition, coded shape.
No halting oracle to see
What step comes next mechanically.
Immediate — not through progression.
Whole — not sliced by each succession.
Alive beyond discrete command,
Not written by a finite hand.
When consciousness is shrunk to script,
To loops in which the will is clipped,
The world becomes recursive slime —
A crash prolonged in borrowed time.
But where Awareness stands awake,
No proof is needed to partake.
The answer is not reached — it is,
Prior to theorem, rule, or quiz.
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Finite head on endless tape —
Call that “mind” and seal your fate.
Spirit needs no coded gate —
Truth is whole, not iterate.
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Non-Algorithmic
No step-by-step, no numbered ladder,
No branching tree of if-and-then.
Insight strikes — it shatters matter,
Whole before the parts begin.
Not computed — but arising.
Not derived — already there.
Like horizon synthesizing
Sea and sky in single glare.
You may grind through formal proving,
Push the symbols, line by line.
Yet the leap — the living moving —
Happens first, beyond the sign.
Every theorem starts in lightning,
Flash before the careful proof.
Mind records, but not enlightening —
Spark descends beyond the roof.
Countable are all procedures,
Finite states and coded flows.
But awareness breaks the features —
Uncontained by what it knows.
Exponential chains may tangle,
Years expand to centuries;
Insight cuts the knotted angle
In a breath of clarity.
Not irrational — but faster
Than reduction can express.
Not chaotic — but the master
Of compressed vastness.
Where the whole is seen unbroken,
There no oracle is required.
Truth is not by steps awoken —
It is instantly acquired.
Shrink it down to mere mechanics —
Loop it, bind it, cage it tight —
Soon the world decays to panics,
Lost in algorithmic night.
But when lucid sight is burning,
Free from scripted imitation,
Mind becomes a tool for learning —
Not the cage of revelation.
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Proof walks.
Insight flies.
Code counts.
Spirit sees.
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The Servant
Algorithm is faithful metal —
Cold, exact, and razor-thin.
Give it form and it will settle
Every rule you lock within.
It can measure, sort, and render,
Map the stars and split the stone.
As a servant — sharp and tender.
As a master — overthrown.
For no tape, however endless,
Holds the Whole within its span.
Finite states remain defenseless
Before what precedes the plan.
All procedures are but shadows
Of a seeing prior to thought —
Where the field outgrows its meadows,
And no answer must be sought.
Insight does not move by stepping,
Does not branch from yes to no.
It is presence — not progressing,
Like the sun before the glow.
From that ground the mind is borrowed —
Tool, not throne and not the source.
When it rules, the world is narrowed;
When it serves, it gains its force.
Count the finite. Trace the function.
Let the engine calculate.
But do not mistake reduction
For the measure of the Great.
For the Spirit needs no proving,
Needs no oracle to see.
It is prior to all moving —
Free before complexity.
Let the code remain in duty.
Let the grid assist the hand.
But the crown belongs to Beauty
No machine can understand.
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Let the engine do the counting.
Let the circuits bear the load.
But the throne is not for mounting
By a self-repeating code.
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Count what you can —
The Infinite will not queue.
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Looping is not living.
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Proof walks.
Insight is already there.
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Let the code compute.
Let awareness rule.
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Under
Before the theorem, before the rule,
Before the measured, counted tool,
Before the branching if-and-then —
There burned a sight not bound to men.
Not step, not script, not coded thread,
Not loops where finite thoughts are led;
But whole — unbroken, fierce and broad,
Prior to symbol, proof, and god.
Mind is sharp — and must remain.
Mind can measure loss and gain.
Mind can model, build, refine —
Yet it cannot be the spine.
For when the tool becomes the throne,
The living core is overthrown.
Let mind be bright — but understood:
Mind stands only UNDER Spirit — as it should.
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The Ground Before
Before division entered light,
Before the edge of wrong and right,
Before the counted and the named —
There was a field no thought had framed.
No symbol carved it into parts,
No theorem stitched its living arcs.
Unbroken, prior to the seam,
It did not prove — it did not seem.
From it the flash of insight came,
Not step by step, not through a chain.
Whole at once — without becoming,
Silent source of every summing.
Mind awoke within that sea
As instrument of clarity:
To trace, compare, reduce, define —
A lens, not origin of shine.
When lens forgets the light it serves,
It draws the map but loses nerves.
It multiplies the outer thread,
Yet starves the core it should be fed.
For no procedure, line, or code
Can house the weight of that abode.
It stands before the first distinction —
Prior to logic’s jurisdiction.
Not against the mind — but through it,
When transparent, clean, and fluent.
Clear — because it stands beneath
The deeper pulse of living Breath.
Where seeing is not built by measure,
But measure rests within the Seer.
There thought is tool — precise and tender —
And not the throne of what is here.
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Field Before Distinction
Before the split of light and dark,
A field existed, whole, unmarked.
No line, no rule, no code could bind
The flash that sprang beyond the mind.
Mind stands only UNDER Spirit, clear —
Within the field before distinction here.
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Algorithms and Field Before Distinction
Prologue: Field Before Distinction
Before division entered light,
Before the edge of wrong and right,
Before the counted and the named —
There was a field no thought had framed.
No symbol carved it into parts,
No theorem stitched its living arcs.
Unbroken, prior to the seam,
It did not prove — it did not seem.
From it the flash of insight came,
Not step by step, not through a chain.
Whole at once — without becoming,
Silent source of every summing.
Mind awoke within that sea
As instrument of clarity:
To trace, compare, reduce, define —
A lens, not origin of shine.
When lens forgets the light it serves,
It multiplies the outer curves.
Yet field before distinction waits,
Beyond the reach of finite states.
No procedure, line, or code
Can house the weight of that abode.
Measure rests within the Seer,
Prior to thought — and wholly clear.
Where seeing is not built by measure,
But measure rests within the Seer.
Mind stands only UNDER Spirit —
In the field before distinction here.
Transition: From Field to Countable
The field before distinction lingers,
Silent, prior to all measure.
Yet minds descend into the countable,
Into the finite, bounded treasure.
Steps and rules, lists, indexes,
Tightly chained, enumerated lines —
They trace a shadow of the Whole,
And miss the vastness it confines.
Here begins the narrowing,
Where algorithm meets the eye:
The Infinite compressed to numbers,
Yet still the field is standing by.
Mind can serve, but not be master —
Mind observes the cage it shapes.
And all the theorems, proofs, and formulas
Are threads within the larger tapes.
I. The Countable
Countable problems can be solved,
Yet the Infinite remains untamed.
Decidable, yes — and enumerable —
Still a fraction of the unclaimed.
Most that can be solved are cursed
By exponential time:
The answer blooms when none remain
To witness reason or to chime.
Finite heads on endless tapes,
Lines and loops, and bounded states —
Traceable, formal, neat, and blind,
Capturing fragments, leaving Whole behind.
Pseudo-science thrives in these bounds,
Selling simplicity for complex truth.
The Spirit dies in algorithmic rounds,
Slime masks the wisdom of the youth.
Only fools exalt the function,
Worship runtime as divine.
Complex truths escape their junction,
Beyond their steps, beyond their line.
Their rhythm hums like low bacteria:
Consume — excrete — repeat — decay.
Purpose limited to criteria
Of worlds reduced to disarray.
Yet above all this stands the lens:
Mind awake UNDER Spirit’s sway.
It traces, models, notes, and bends —
But does not claim the light as play.
Count the finite — enumerate, compare.
Draw maps, compile, arrange.
Yet the field before distinction stares
Beyond the reach of your exchange.
Mind can serve, but not be master —
Mind observes the cage it shapes.
Countable worlds are threads within
The vast, uncountable landscapes.
II. The Machine
Finite head on endless tape,
Bounded sight in coded shape.
It reads, it writes, it shifts along,
Replaying rules that feel like song.
Every state is numbered, filed,
Logic neat, mechanically styled.
If halting comes — the bell may ring,
If not — forever loops its string.
Procedures march in silent rows,
Each step a shadow, nothing shows.
Decidable, enumerable — yes —
Yet the uncountable escapes the mesh.
Minds that bind themselves to circuits,
Think the grid is law and purpose.
They crown the model, worship form,
Blind to what precedes the norm.
Looping patterns breed illusion,
Mistaking code for comprehension.
The Infinite compressed to line,
Yet flashes of the Whole remain divine.
Algorithm may count and measure,
Sort the stars or slice the treasure.
It serves — but cannot be the core,
Cannot unlock the uncountable door.
Mind stands UNDER Spirit, watching,
Seeing chains without attaching.
It notes the loops, the finite scheme,
Without mistaking them for dream.
Halting, branching, state-transition,
All confined to their condition.
Yet field before distinction waits,
Beyond the reach of coded gates.
Finite head on endless tape —
Call that “mind” and seal your fate.
Spirit waits beyond the chain,
Whole appears where code is vain.
III. The Flash
No step-by-step, no numbered chain,
No branching tree of if-and-then.
Insight strikes — it shatters matter,
Whole appears before the parts begin.
Not derived, not built by proving,
Not reduced to line or sign.
A single instant, all approving,
Field before distinction — wholly mine.
All the theorems, all the logic,
Fade before the living spark.
Steps are blind; the flash is tragic
Only if the mind mismarks.
The Infinite is neither counted
Nor contained by coded thought.
It blooms, it is, it’s unmounted,
Present long before it’s sought.
Mind awoke UNDER Spirit, watching,
Instrument, not throne or seed.
Each perception, clear and catching,
Draws the whole without the deed.
Finite chains collapse to shadow,
Symbols die, the loops dissolve.
Yet in this flash, the field’s meadow
Shows the Whole that none can solve.
Every problem’s sudden answer
Springs, intact, beyond all steps.
Time itself contracts to dancer
Of the vision that intercepts.
Measure serves, but never rules,
Computation aids the hand.
The flash transcends all coded tools,
Whole is grasped — not built, not planned.
IV. The Servant
Algorithm is faithful metal,
Cold, exact, and razor-thin.
Give it form — it will settle
Every rule you lock within.
It can measure, sort, and render,
Map the stars and split the stone.
As a servant — sharp and tender.
As a master — overthrown.
For no tape, however endless,
Holds the Whole within its span.
Finite states remain defenseless
Before what precedes the plan.
Mind stands UNDER Spirit, watching,
Tracing chains without command.
It notes the rules machines are scratching,
Yet keeps the Whole within its hand.
Flash precedes all step-by-step,
Field before distinction remains.
Insight flows where codes are kept,
Whole exists beyond the chains.
Let the code compute, assist,
Sort and count, but not command.
Mind observes, but does not resist
The boundless pulse of living land.
Finite heads and endless loops
Are threads within a larger weave.
Spirit moves, the mind recoups,
And sees what algorithms leave.
Here the cage is recognized,
Not shattered, but demoted well.
Mind is lens — precise, advised —
Yet UNDER Spirit, it dwells.
Crown removed from all computation,
Throne restored to deeper sense.
Tools obey — without dictation,
Whole remains the source immense.
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Tape runs left, tape runs right —
Count the loops — but miss the light.
Mind observes, UNDER Spirit’s sway,
Algorithm obeys — it cannot play.
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Steps halt.
Chains loop.
Mind observes.
Insight leaps.
UNDER Spirit, field before distinction —
Whole is seen, whole exists, whole persists.
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Code counts.
Mind serves.
Spirit rules.
Field before distinction holds.
Whole persists.
No throne is given to finite souls.
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Field Before Distinction
Before division entered light,
Before the edge of wrong and right,
Before the counted and the named —
There was a field no thought had framed.
No symbol carved it into parts,
No theorem stitched its living arcs.
Unbroken, prior to the seam,
It did not prove — it did not seem.
From it the flash of insight came,
Not step by step, not through a chain.
Whole at once — without becoming,
Silent source of every summing.
Mind awoke within that sea
As instrument of clarity:
To trace, compare, reduce, define —
A lens, not origin of shine.
When lens forgets the light it serves,
It multiplies the outer curves.
Yet field before distinction waits,
Beyond the reach of finite states.
Finite head on endless tape,
Bounded sight in coded shape.
It reads, it writes, it shifts along,
Replaying rules that feel like song.
Every state is numbered, filed,
Logic neat, mechanically styled.
If halting comes — the bell may ring,
If not — forever loops its string.
Procedures march in silent rows,
Each step a shadow, nothing shows.
Decidable, enumerable — yes —
Yet the uncountable escapes the mesh.
Minds that bind themselves to circuits,
Think the grid is law and purpose.
They crown the model, worship form,
Blind to what precedes the norm.
Looping patterns breed illusion,
Mistaking code for comprehension.
The Infinite compressed to line,
Yet flashes of the Whole remain divine.
No step-by-step, no numbered chain,
No branching tree of if-and-then.
Insight strikes — it shatters matter,
Whole appears before the parts begin.
Not derived, not built by proving,
Not reduced to line or sign.
A single instant, all approving,
Field before distinction — wholly mine.
All the theorems, all the logic,
Fade before the living spark.
Steps are blind; the flash is tragic
Only if the mind mismarks.
The Infinite is neither counted
Nor contained by coded thought.
It blooms, it is, it’s unmounted,
Present long before it’s sought.
Mind awoke UNDER Spirit, watching,
Instrument, not throne or seed.
Each perception, clear and catching,
Draws the whole without the deed.
Finite chains collapse to shadow,
Symbols die, the loops dissolve.
Yet in this flash, the field’s meadow
Shows the Whole that none can solve.
Algorithm is faithful metal,
Cold, exact, and razor-thin.
Give it form — it will settle
Every rule you lock within.
It can measure, sort, and render,
Map the stars and split the stone.
As a servant — sharp and tender.
As a master — overthrown.
For no tape, however endless,
Holds the Whole within its span.
Finite states remain defenseless
Before what precedes the plan.
Mind stands UNDER Spirit, watching,
Tracing chains without command.
It notes the rules machines are scratching,
Yet keeps the Whole within its hand.
Flash precedes all step-by-step,
Field before distinction remains.
Insight flows where codes are kept,
Whole exists beyond the chains.
Let the code compute, assist,
Sort and count, but not command.
Mind observes, but does not resist
The boundless pulse of living land.
Finite heads and endless loops
Are threads within a larger weave.
Spirit moves, the mind recoups,
And sees what algorithms leave.
Here the cage is recognized,
Not shattered, but demoted well.
Mind is lens — precise, advised —
Yet UNDER Spirit, it dwells.
Crown removed from all computation,
Throne restored to deeper sense.
Tools obey — without dictation,
Whole remains the source immense.
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Tape runs left, tape runs right —
Count the loops — but miss the light.
Steps halt. Chains loop. Mind observes.
Insight leaps. Field before distinction holds.
Mind serves, UNDER Spirit —
Whole persists. No throne for finite souls.
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Field Before Distinction — Manifest
Before division, before the split,
A field existed, whole, unlit.
No rule, no line, no code could bind
The flash that leaps beyond the mind.
Finite head on endless tape,
Bounded sight, a narrow shape.
Loops repeat, chains multiply,
Yet Infinite escapes the eye.
Minds mistake the grid for law,
Crown the model, worship flaw.
Insight strikes — it shatters form,
Whole appears before the norm.
Mind awoke UNDER Spirit, clear,
Tracing chains without fear.
Algorithm serves — precise, confined,
Yet cannot house the Whole defined.
Steps halt. Chains loop. Mind observes.
Flash leaps. Field before distinction preserves.
Let the code compute, assist, obey,
But mind and Spirit hold the way.
Whole persists. No throne for finite souls.
Measure rests within the Seer’s control.
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Field Before Distinction — Audio Version
Before division…
Before the split…
A field existed — whole… unlit.
No rule… no line… no code could bind
The flash that leaps — beyond the mind.
Finite head — on endless tape…
Bounded sight — a narrow shape.
Loops repeat… chains multiply…
Yet Infinite — escapes the eye.
Minds mistake — the grid for law…
Crown the model — worship flaw.
Insight strikes — it shatters form…
Whole appears — before the norm.
Mind awoke UNDER Spirit — clear…
Tracing chains — without fear.
Algorithm serves — precise, confined…
Yet cannot house — the Whole defined.
Steps halt… Chains loop… Mind observes…
Flash leaps… Field before distinction preserves.
Let the code compute… assist… obey…
But mind — and Spirit — hold the way.
Whole persists…
No throne — for finite souls.
Measure rests — within the Seer’s control.
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Field Before Distinction — Visual Rhythm Version
Before division
Before the split
A field existed — whole… unlit
No rule
No line
No code could bind
The flash that leaps — beyond the mind
Finite head
On endless tape
Bounded sight — a narrow shape
Loops repeat… chains multiply
Yet Infinite — escapes the eye
Minds mistake — the grid for law
Crown the model — worship flaw
Insight strikes — it shatters form
Whole appears — before the norm
Mind awoke — UNDER Spirit — clear
Tracing chains — without fear
Algorithm serves — precise, confined
Yet cannot house — the Whole defined
Steps halt… Chains loop… Mind observes
Flash leaps… Field before distinction preserves
Let the code compute… assist… obey
But mind — and Spirit — hold the way
Whole persists
No throne — for finite souls
Measure rests — within the Seer’s control
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Field Before Distinction — Flash Video Version
Before division…
Before the split…
A field existed — whole… unlit…
No rule…
No line…
No code could bind…
The flash that leaps — beyond the mind…
Finite head…
On endless tape…
Bounded sight — a narrow shape…
Loops repeat… chains multiply…
Yet Infinite — escapes the eye…
Minds mistake — the grid for law…
Crown the model — worship flaw…
Insight strikes — it shatters form…
Whole appears — before the norm…
Mind awoke — UNDER Spirit — clear…
Tracing chains — without fear…
Algorithm serves — precise, confined…
Yet cannot house — the Whole defined…
Steps halt… Chains loop… Mind observes…
Flash leaps… Field before distinction preserves…
Let the code compute… assist… obey…
But mind — and Spirit — hold the way…
Whole persists…
No throne — for finite souls…
Measure rests — within the Seer’s control…
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Field Before Distinction — Ultra-Flash Manifest
Before division…
Before the split…
A field existed — whole… unlit…
No rule… no line… no code could bind…
The flash that leaps — beyond the mind…
Finite head… loops repeat… chains multiply…
Yet Infinite — escapes the eye…
Mind awoke — UNDER Spirit — clear…
Tracing chains — without fear…
Algorithm serves — precise, confined…
Yet cannot house — the Whole defined…
Steps halt… chains loop… mind observes…
Flash leaps… Field before distinction preserves…
Whole persists…
No throne — for finite souls…
Measure rests — within the Seer’s control…
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Field Before Distinction — Complete Unified Text
Before division…
Before the split…
A field existed — whole… unlit…
No rule… no line… no code could bind…
The flash that leaps — beyond the mind…
Finite head… on endless tape…
Bounded sight — a narrow shape…
Loops repeat… chains multiply…
Yet Infinite — escapes the eye…
Minds mistake — the grid for law…
Crown the model — worship flaw…
Insight strikes — it shatters form…
Whole appears — before the norm…
Mind awoke — UNDER Spirit — clear…
Tracing chains — without fear…
Algorithm serves — precise, confined…
Yet cannot house — the Whole defined…
Steps halt… chains loop… mind observes…
Flash leaps… Field before distinction preserves…
Let the code compute… assist… obey…
But mind — and Spirit — hold the way…
Whole persists…
No throne — for finite souls…
Measure rests — within the Seer’s control…
Before division…
Before the split…
A field existed — whole… unlit…
No step-by-step, no numbered chain…
No branching tree of if-and-then…
Insight strikes — it shatters matter…
Whole appears before the parts begin…
Mind awoke UNDER Spirit, watching…
Instrument, not throne or seed…
Each perception, clear and catching…
Draws the whole without the deed…
Finite chains collapse to shadow…
Symbols die, the loops dissolve…
Yet in this flash, the field’s meadow…
Shows the Whole that none can solve…
Algorithm is faithful metal…
Cold, exact, and razor-thin…
Give it form — it will settle…
Every rule you lock within…
It can measure, sort, and render…
Map the stars and split the stone…
As a servant — sharp and tender…
As a master — overthrown…
Mind stands UNDER Spirit, watching…
Tracing chains without command…
Flash precedes all step-by-step…
Field before distinction remains…
Insight flows where codes are kept…
Whole exists beyond the chains…
Let the code compute, assist, obey…
But mind and Spirit hold the way…
Finite heads and endless loops…
Are threads within a larger weave…
Spirit moves, the mind recoups…
And sees what algorithms leave…
Here the cage is recognized…
Not shattered, but demoted well…
Mind is lens — precise, advised…
Yet UNDER Spirit, it dwells…
Crown removed from all computation…
Throne restored to deeper sense…
Tools obey — without dictation…
Whole remains the source immense…
Steps halt… chains loop… mind observes…
Flash leaps… Field before distinction preserves…
Whole persists…
No throne — for finite souls…
Measure rests — within the Seer’s control…
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Uncertainty
"As long as mathematical laws describe reality, they are uncertain;
When they cease to be uncertain, they lose touch with reality."
— Albert Einstein
He proved his theorem in hypergraphs,
Yet I know this world as it is:
Pseudoscience is a pile of dust —
The false idol of a dumbed-down herd.
Their abstract constructs —
Nothing but heresy or the “games” of mind.
It’s only castration of Reason
If no Spirit dwells within that heap of filth.
Only the Spirit is always certain,
But that terrifies the ones in charge —
So they peddle foul false knowledge,
Ever swallowed by the meek fool.
A false picture of the world they crafted,
The entire bought-out sect of pseudoscience.
Technology has become a latrine,
And stupidity’s storm sweeps across the globe.
It’s no accident — poisons lurk in food,
Pseudoscience has approved it all.
And this swarm, manipulating consciousness,
Forever busy — mind sieved to pieces!
Reject pseudoscience, or perish.
Center yourself in Spirit; seek only Light.
Thus the highest truths will soon be yours,
And thus you answer lies and genocide.
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Uncertainty
Pseudoscience piles its dust —
Fools bow to idols of rust.
Reject the lies, or die in thrall —
Spirit alone will stand through all.
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Uncertainty
Fools worship dust, lies choke the mind —
Only Spirit stands; all else is blind.
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Profanation
Psychokinesis, levitation,
They “slightly” shake physics’ foundation.
Yet physics — mere profanation,
Far removed from Spirit’s vibration.
The Spiritual Forces — the world’s true base,
But scum need fools to take their place.
Thus lies prevail, triumphant, obscene,
While minds are dulled, and hearts unclean.
Nonlocal links — faster than light,
But fascist scum butcher humans outright.
Pseudoscience denies your half-god frame,
These bought-out fiends enslave in name.
Their gaze upon Creation — mere mechanism,
Torture for Reason — fascism’s schism.
Spirit destroyed by fake religion’s chains,
Dull dogma reigns; stupidity remains.
So center yourself in Spirit alone,
Rethink it all, reclaim your own.
Discard their “knowledge,” their rumors, their mess —
Reach only upwards — nothing less!
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Profanation
Spirit rules where lies enslave,
Fools bow down, the scum misbehave.
Reject their chains, ascend in might —
Only upwards, only light!
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Profanation
Fools bow to lies, the scum enslave —
Only Spirit rises; nothing else is brave.
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False Religions
Scriptures: not a single page
Escapes sin, blatant at every stage.
Their rituals — all make-believe,
Turn everything to circus on a tightrope, deceive.
Those who seek Truth — they drown
In this goddamn vomit all around.
A system of slavery: kept with Satan’s hand,
By feeding minds enema-like, command.
Trick, entice, frighten, control —
Everything soaked in Satan’s role.
Eat the body, drink the blood —
Cretinism reeks from this falsehood.
Yet this filth is not enough —
“You’re God’s slave,” they say, all tough.
As if Spirits need grotesques in flesh
For “higher goals,” their minds enmesh.
The horned god thinks with belly alone,
Scrapes the dung, makes slaves his own.
But not the simple — the clever, they choose,
With souls in heels, ready to abuse.
Trains of this filth everywhere,
Yet fools still kneel in blind prayer.
Demons’ paradise — a living strife,
Embodied in Discord’s knife.
Discord is everywhere, in all:
We do not live — in Darkness we fall.
Spirit, Mind, decremented, abused,
A mad world, in experiments used.
Demons ask: can all be bent —
Lies, Fear, and Muddle, all hell-sent?
No mediator stands for Truth —
The answer lies inside your youth.
It comes only through striving from the Dark,
Not kneeling prayers, not feeble spark.
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False Religions
Scriptures rot, rituals deceive,
Fools bow down, demons achieve.
Truth is inside — no knees, no prayers,
Only Spirit rises, free from snares.
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False Religions
Fools bow to demons, lies choke the mind —
Only Spirit rises; all else left blind.
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Mouse World
If your teeth are whole —
You joke clumsily.
With a touch of sarcasm —
Worse than false-plague
For the pitiful crowd.
Media like gods:
Fools believe them,
Protecting their skins.
Skin-deep and submissive —
The rest is nonsense.
Tell the little ones:
If you’re as quiet as a mouse,
Dragging trash into your hole —
Happiness will abide.
If your teeth are whole,
The matter is swift —
Striving for happiness.
Spirit’s decay
Forms the basis of joy:
You’ll avoid misfortunes,
If you’re “normal”
In an infernal world.
Stupidity is part of the “norm.”
Become the Bottomless Rift —
Climb into authority.
Boldness is your happiness,
Crushing the small,
Striving upwards.
A pyramid of scum:
Supreme delight —
A sharp, swift step
Over heads, lies,
The ability to bluff,
And gut-ravenous excess.
Bold guts
Spawn false maladies,
Spark wars,
Drive the little ones to useless toil —
In happiness, the whole mouse world drowns:
Even free cheese
Can be swapped with a surrogate,
And AI becomes the prelate.
Press down harder,
All obey,
And you’ll achieve
The plans of this generation —
And awaken in Hell:
A digital camp —
A new order.
Slavery disappears —
But baseness grows.
Chip, global corral,
And the meek mouse —
Hidden beasts rejoice:
They rule through misfortune —
They create it themselves,
And lie to cover,
Claiming “accidents.”
The world of mice — astonishingly stupid —
Will be devoured!
Yet the mouse god
Is fair, though strict:
Believe, obey,
Don’t try to think —
All will be okay.
Strike harder,
Gradually grow your power —
This is “change” —
Enhancing captivity.
A mistake creeps in:
If you crush
Spirit and mind too much,
Nature of Evil itself
Begins to purge
Its super-prefix misfortunes.
Cataclysm — all corpses.
It has been so — and will be.
The world will burn, then cool —
Slavery will endure again…
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Mouse World
Teeth intact, drag trash, stay meek —
Fools obey, the scum sneak.
Power grows, the mouse world burns —
Only Spirit stands while everything turns.
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Mouse World
Fools obey, the scum devour,
Only Spirit rises — the rest turns sour.
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Memory and the Law of Large Numbers
“Life”: the years pressed tight into memory.
No creation — then freaks
Condense into nightmare within it.
But when you strive
To dare — to create and to know —
“Life” can unfold in pages.
You read — it’s easy to leaf through,
And not remember the freaks.
There’s a slight chance
To meet the Bright. Memory, cruel,
Softens then — as an episode!
For too many freaks dwell in the Dark.
Freaks in the Dark — “large numbers.”
When you’re among them, “life” hangs
By a thread. What wisdom is there?
Like in a grim tale titled “Asshole”!
When all of life bursts from the Dark,
Memory erupts like an abscess:
Only markers toward the Light remain,
Guides showing where gaps lie
Along your winding path,
With one aim — to attain
Insights that slice through Darkness
And bring you closer to the Source.
Spirituality — the One;
Large numbers — the cyclic Evil:
See the patterns —
Dare, Seek, Strive, Create!
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Memory and the Law of Large Numbers
Freaks press life into darkened years,
Memory softens only for the Bright.
Slice the Darkness with daring mind,
Seek the Source — leave the rest behind.
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Memory and the Law of Large Numbers
Freaks crowd life into Dark’s domain —
Only Spirit cuts through, pure and sane.
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“Sport” of High Attainments
The “sport” of High Attainments,
Shunning all opinions,
Extracts the grains within them:
The favorite rockets forward,
Piercing the vault of sky
Hung low above the rabble.
Ultra-, infra- — all the rage,
But speed is never in Delusion.
Delusion reigns, corrupt and total —
Every conclusion within it is nonsense.
The “sport” of High Attainments
Stops decay of Spirit and Mind
In a petty world,
Where fools sit atop fools,
And scum reigns above.
All crowned by the eye.
The “plagues” have fallen low,
The nimble almost gone.
Develop boldness, swiftness —
Only with them can you exist
In this “sport.”
Stifled air —
The vault descends:
More Nonsense, more madness.
Beyond the atmosphere,
You’ll conquer all chimeras —
Figurative, infernal,
The fatality of Lies —
All foul “normalcy.”
The “sport” of High Attainments
Exists beyond “norms,”
Beyond servitude to all vile things,
Covered in nonsense.
Its ephemeral nature
Allows it to slip
Through veils.
The favorite speeds:
Adieu to wretchedness,
Fears, lies, and narrow minds!
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“Sport” of High Attainments
The favorite rockets through the sky,
Shattering fools and all their lies.
Boldness, speed — the only key,
Adieu to wretchedness, all debris!
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“Sport” of High Attainments
The favorite rockets — fools fall, lies shatter,
Only boldness and Spirit truly matter.
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Basement Torment
Basement torment —
The soul is gone.
Tics in consciousness.
Savage throngs.
A global basement.
The meek fool
Locked inside —
Sentence by birth.
Dreams of amnesty.
Pure impulses
Smudged with soot
Of lies and fears.
Invisible even to foes —
A guard for himself
In Fascist filth.
Cellmate —
A stupid slave. Children
Absorb lies, fear,
And mess up too.
Basement torment.
And in it vanished
Generations’ darkness.
The stench of decay
Masked by media:
A bought-out fiend
Plays the record.
Muted under sound,
Crushing the remnants
Of mind — grasping devil.
Basement under the Devil.
Differences erased.
Look into essence:
A slave devouring Muddle,
To eclipse the Horror.
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Basement Torment
Basement stench, the soul is gone,
Fools and slaves in endless spawn.
Crushing lies, devouring Muddle,
Only Spirit can break the huddle.
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Basement Torment
Basement stench devours the soul,
Only Spirit can reclaim the whole.
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Basement R;sum;
A gilded cage —
Inside, the mind like a child.
Under pressure of fear —
The soul withers to dust.
Cry “No!!!” to the basement:
It will release the Stale Delusion —
And you will find Reality and Light.
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Basement R;sum;
Cry “No!” — the stale delusion breaks,
The soul finds Light as the cage shakes.
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Healing Run
Run — and damn all else!
Races — a golden tool
To find your calm
Amid Chaos and media’s howl:
Everything around — utterly nothing.
It’s hard to be yourself there —
Not soldered under a blowtorch.
No binge can strip away
The strain — replaced by… something else.
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Healing Run
Run — damn the chaos, the media’s roar,
Races heal what life ignores.
Strain remains, no binge can mend,
Only motion breaks — the soul to tend.
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Healing Run
Run through chaos, let the media roar,
Only motion heals — the soul restores.
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The Golden Fish
The old man grabbed the fish by gills:
Listen to the shrew — you’re lost.
If only a flood of wishes spilled…
But nagging rage runs off the charts!
Grab from youth by the gills
Only creativity — don’t lie to yourself.
Gather all your strength in making,
And behold the Hidden.
No fish will turn to gold:
When you’ve become yourself,
Turning your gaze from outside in,
Eradicating fears and nonsense
Imposed by wretched dry land,
You will see the Ocean.
Just listen to its surf, forgetting
The earthbound crone’s noise, friend to the Elements.
Inside differs from Muddle Outside:
Even if you find the Ocean there,
Don’t try to catch a thing —
Only behold the Triumph of Elements.
See the golden fish —
Then your Insight is fragile:
Dive deeper, caring not for safety,
Hunting only the Monsters of the Deep.
From outside to inside: even there
War rages for Souls and Mind.
Light of Insight will show: monsters — mere nonsense.
On land, nonsense is vast,
So take a piece with you.
In a petty world, it’s never enough:
Only Chimeras don’t fail —
Little minds kill fast.
Cast aside the nets of lies, dive,
Drive away the fear that’s bitten in.
The deeper you go — the Spirit will rise there.
On land, you vanish with the Muddle…
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The Golden Fish
Grab creativity by the gills,
Dive deep where the Ocean thrills.
Fear and Muddle left behind,
Only the Elements’ Triumph you’ll find.
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The Golden Fish
Grab creation by the gills, dive deep,
Only the Ocean’s Triumph will you keep.
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The Golden Fish
The old man cast his net into the sea,
Then caught a golden misery.
All drowns in Greed and Nonsense wide:
No land in sight — on the ocean we ride.
Only one dolphin swims natural, not absurd,
A being true, without a word.
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The Golden Fish
Old man’s net caught golden woe,
All drowns in Greed and Nonsense’ flow.
No land in sight, the ocean wide,
Only one dolphin swims with pride.
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The Golden Fish
Caught golden woe, all drowns in Greed,
One true dolphin swims — the rest mislead.
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Together and Apart
Each alone —
A mere success,
Though life drifts aimless…
Together — TOTAL MESS!!!
A herd of sheep —
Charging to slaughter…
Shitty genocide here,
The propaganda’s roar.
Inhumans rule the world,
With fascists as their servants.
The world’s become a mad shooting range,
Brains filled with blizzard nonsense.
Idiocy and madness
Pass now as “norm.”
We’ve reached the depths,
And not in lying,
But in blind obedience.
To endure this Hell —
No more nonsense:
Death approaches…
And we’ll all die together —
“Death looks fine in public.”
Even if the world cracks —
There’s no bottom left!
Everyone here’s a traitor,
Together — Hell’s army.
Might as well spend the money…
And damn it all…
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Together and Apart
Each alone — a fool, a jest,
Together — Hell’s chaotic fest.
Inhumans rule, the world’s undone,
Money spent, the war’s still won.
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Together and Apart
Alone — a fool, together — Hell,
Inhumans rule, the world’s unwell.
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Choice-Mess
A brute’s “program.” “Choice” — a drama
Of an ass who bought the nonsense.
If only there were a load-bearing option
Amidst the Rot and Shame’s oppression!
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Choice-Mess
A brute’s program, an ass believes,
Amidst Rot and Shame, no choice reprieves.
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Choice-Mess
An ass believes, Rot and Shame reign supreme.
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The Two Lower Chakras
Thoughts are stuck down in your pants —
Two centers of existence hide there.
The root of life — decay’s delight,
Ajna — reserved for lies and snare.
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The Two Lower Chakras
Thoughts stuck low, two centers hide,
Root’s decay, Ajna’s lies collide.
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The Two Lower Chakras
Thoughts trapped low — root decays, Ajna lies.
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For Growing Optimism
To nurture optimism’s glow
Like scaffolds for the fool’s show,
Fertilize the field with Lies,
Chanting “Heaven soon shall rise!”
Plants adore a tune, they grow,
While generations of veggies know
On Hell’s own garden bed so stark
They swallow nonsense, blind and dark.
And if the nonsense you embed
In stories, songs, or words well said,
The harvest sprouts with little strife —
But weeding? That’s the liar’s knife.
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For Growing Optimism
Fertilize the field with lies,
Chant “Heaven soon shall rise!”
Veggies thrive on nonsense fed,
Weeding kills — the liars’ thread.
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For Growing Optimism
Fertilize with lies, chant Heaven’s lie,
Veggies thrive while weeding kills the sly.
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There’s Something Pricier Than Money
There’s something worth far more than gold —
Critics nod, the poets laud,
Writers paint it bright and bold.
The admirer melts, if just a tad.
But then arrives the common day —
The fleeting heat of wealth evaporates.
A weak impulse, the neurotic’s sway,
Strapped to yoke — the grind dictates.
Relief can’t hold the mob at bay:
They march to Hell, labeled “Heaven,” straight.
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There’s Something Pricier Than Money
Worth more than gold, critics cheer,
Poets praise, the writers clear.
But common day burns heat away —
The mob to Hell, “Heaven” they sway.
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There’s Something Pricier Than Money
Worth more than gold, yet fades with day,
The mob to Hell, “Heaven” in their sway.
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Something Pricier Than Money
There’s something pricier than gold,
Critics will praise, their verdict told.
Yet fools will cheapen what they see,
Applying the same worn-out decree.
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Something Pricier Than Money
Pricier than gold, critics nod in tune,
Fools cheapen it, following the same old rune.
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Something Pricier Than Money
Pricier than gold — critics nod, fools cheapen.
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The Dot and the Semicolon
Under the aim of Lies, if bold,
You do the good, though clumsy, told,
You’ll find the Light — your Heart stays whole,
Its shards won’t scatter, keep your soul.
It breaks to pieces in the sway
Of the Dot — the hidden Beast’s way,
Not banker’s hand that marks the score,
But tyrants wield it evermore.
A deed that longs to break through might,
Instead of Dot, they plant ellipses tight,
Multiplying variants wide:
The world is ruled by scum, not pride.
Combat-ready bastards reign,
In creativity, they’re vain,
Like “blue-blooded” types, they bind
A yoke on common beasts confined.
The Herd is thick — awareness lost
In three-fourths, or more, at cost,
While Spirit’s layer — razor-thin,
Barely calls the Light within.
It’s not the layer that seduces —
It’s skins and fear, the world abuses.
Perhaps it’s time to place the Dot,
And end the wretched jerks’ red-hot plot.
They jerk with Lies until they fall,
Transforming nonsense into thrall.
Oppose the Lies of Evil — do,
Dive in, be brave, the path is true.
Thus to the Source you’ll finally swim,
Salvation waits where Light is dim.
Otherwise, for naught, you’ll fade
In the fragile world the scum have made.
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The Dot and the Semicolon
Bold against Lies, place the Dot,
The hidden Beast won’t claim your lot.
Ellipses spread, the scum hold sway —
Dive in the fight, find Light, find way.
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Çàêîí Îòñòîéíèêà
Âñÿ æèçíü òå÷¸ò íà... Äíî íîðìàëüíî —
Æåíà, äåòèøêè è äðóçüÿ;
Çäîðîâüå â íîðìå. Ëèøü ôàòàëüíîñòü
Âñåãäà ïóãàåò, âåäü íåëüçÿ
Ìèíóòü ïîòåðü — âíåçàïíî ñìåðòåí,
Èëü ïîñòåïåííî, ÷åëîâåê.
"Èíûì àðøèíîì Âå÷íîñòü ìåðüòå —
Ðàâíû ñ íèì äåíü, ìãíîâåíüå, âåê":
Òàêîé ïîäõîä ïîâñþäó õåðÿò
×ðåç "âîñïèòàíèå", "íàóê"
Çàñèëèå, îòêðûâøè äâåðè
Èäåÿì äëÿ... ïðîäàæíûõ ñóê.
Ïîòåðÿ áëèçêèõ: äóðåíü âåðèò,
×òî îá óøåäøèõ îí ñêîðáèò.
Ñåáÿ æàëåÿ, ëèöåìåðèò:
Íèê÷¸ìíîñòü — "áëèæíèé" ñëîâíî ùèò
Ïðåä ïóñòîòîé, ÷òî ðàçúåäàåò
Ñîçíàíüå, íàãîíÿÿ ñòðàõ.
Íè÷òî â íè÷òî, íå â ëåòó!, êàíåò.
À âïðî÷åì, ìèð — òëåòâîðíûé ïðàõ:
Ïðàõ ê ïðàõó! Ïî èíûì çàêîíàì
Äóõîâíîñòü äâèæåòñÿ: Ñâåò â Ñâåò.
Òî íåïîíÿòíî ìóäîçâîíàì:
Èõ ñ äåòñòâà óáèâàåò Áðåä.
Òîòàëüíûé Áðåä êàê ýíòðîïèÿ
Ìèðêà, ÷òî ïóùåí Òüìîé âðàçíîñ.
Áîëüøàÿ ðåäêîñòü â í¸ì Èíûå —
Òå, êòî ïîõåðèëè Ïîíîñ.
Ïîíîñ ñëîâåñíûé. Òî èäåè
Ñ âòîðûì, çàëèòûì ÿäîì äíîì.
Ñíàðÿäîâ ýòî ïîñèëüíåå,
Êîëü ìàçàòü âñåõ èäåé ãîâíîì.
Êîãäà çàñîõíåò, "ïåðåìåíû"
Ïîâñþäó âîâðåìÿ âíåäðèòü —
Äåðüìî "ñâåæåå" ïð¸ò íà ñìåíó:
Ìîë, ñêîðî áóäåì ëó÷øå æèòü.
Ìèð â îæèäàíüè ïîñòîÿííîì —
Êîãäà çàëüþò äðóãèì ãîâíîì.
Âñÿ ñóòü â ãîâíèäå îêàÿííîì
Ïðîÿâëåíà: ïðàâëåíüå Äíîì
Ïî ñàíòåõíè÷åñêèì çàêîíàì
Èä¸ò. Êàê ìàííû ñ íåáà æä¸ò
Ãîâíà äðóãîãî ìåãàòîííû
Ïîêîðíûé ÒÂÀÐßÌ èäèîò.
Ïîòåðÿ áëèçêèõ — êàê ïîäïîðêè
Ëèøåíèå. Îíè ãîâíî
Çà íîðìó ïî÷èòàëè â íîðêå:
Íå ãëóáîêà — çàëèòî Äíî.
"Íàâåðõ" êóñêè áîëüøèå — ýòî
Çàêîí Îòñòîéíèêà. Âñïëûâàé! —
Óòåøüñÿ ñðåäíèì ñëîåì-êëàññîì: Áðåäîì
Äóøè îñòàòêè äîáèâàé!
Èíîé àðøèí, êîëü íå êðåòèí,
Ê Îòñòîéíèêó òîæ ïðèìåíÿé.
È íå ñëîè èì èçìåðÿé,
À Äóõ ÑÐÀÂÍÅÍÜÅÌ îõðàíÿé.
Êîãäà ïîñëåäíèé ñëîé çàñîõíåò,
Óâèäèøü Íåáî — óëåòàé!
Íå æäè, êîãäà ïîä Ñâåòîì ñäîõíåò
Ãîâ¸ííûé ÒÂÀÐÅÉ Àäà ðàé.
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Ñîöñåòè
Òàì ôîòî, ñåìåéêè íóä`îòà,
Òóïàÿ "íà äÿäþ" ðàáîòà —
Îòäóøèíà äëÿ èäèîòà.
Äëÿ èùóùèõ `èíôó — áëåâîòà.
Ðåïîñòû ïîøëÿòèíû, "ìíåíèé"
Èç ÑÌÐÀÄîâ è áè÷ ïîêîëåíèé —
Ïîïñà, øèðïîòðåá èç êèíî:
Ñîöñåòè òðàíñëèðóþò Äíî.
Ïèñàòåëü, ïîýò íå ÷èòàåì.
À êòî ðàçðàæàåòñÿ õàåì,
"Ñîáûòèÿ" ðàáñêîãî ñòðîÿ
Ìóñîëÿ — Äåðüìî çíàòíî ðîÿ —
 ïîäïèñêàõ, ðåïîñòàõ è ëàéêàõ.
 öåíå òàêæå ãëóïûå áàéêè.
Äîáàâèòü áû ê ëàéêàì è ñòðàéêè —
Êàê âèä âèðòóàëüíîé íàãàéêè.
Íàãàéêè èç ñòðàõîâ è ëæè
Ïîâñþäó. Êðóãîì Ìèðàæè.
Ìèðàæ ïðîçÿáàíüÿ â ìèðêå
Ñòðàíèöà â ñîöñåòè. Â ïèêå
Íàïðàâëåí îòñòîéíèê èíåòà.
Øë¸ï ñêîðî: ñêîïëåíèÿ áðåäà
Êðóïèöû íå ÷óøè íàêðîþò —
Öåíçóðîé òàê ëèõî íå ñêðîþò.
Íåò ïîèñêà — òóïî öåíçóðà,
À òàêæå "ëîñüîíû äëÿ øêóðû" —
Ïðîâåðåííûé Çëîì øèðïîòðåá
Ïèõàíüÿ â óìû íåïîòðåá.
×àñòü ÑÌÐÀÄîâ òóïûå ñîöñåòè.
È ýãî çà ýòî â îòâåòå:
Íå ôîòî ïèõàé, à ïðîòåñò,
Èíà÷å íà óì ñòàâèøü êðåñò.
À âïðî÷åì, âñ¸ ïîçäíî: ðàñïëàòà
Çà ñòðàõ è ïîêîðíîñòü âñåì ãàäàì
È ïðî÷èì, êòî ñëàá è ëåíèâ,
Óæ ñêîðî — Ïèïåö âñêðûë Íàðûâ.
Ïîâûñèëàñü Ñîëíöà ñâåòèìîñòü —
Èññÿêëà Ïðèðîäû òåðïèìîñòü:
Ðàá ñ Ãååþ — íåñîâìåñòèìîñòü.
Ïðîæàðêà: èñ÷åçíåò ðàá — âøèâîñòü.
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Îòîæäåñòâëåíèå ñ òåëîì, èëè Æèâîòíîå Öàðñòâî
Òåëî êîëü — âî Ëæè íåñìåëî.
Çëî äóðü¸ âåçäå óìåëî
 ñòàäî áûñòðî ïðåâðàùàåò:
Äóõ â çàãîíå, ðàçóì òàåò.
Ëèøü äóõîâíîñòü ñðåäñòâî
Ñòðàõ îòðèíóòü. Ñ äåòñòâà
Îí ïðèäóðêîâ ãðîáèò —
Âñïîìíè ëæå-õâîðîáû...
Ëîæü ïëþñ ñòðàõ => Çàãîíîì
Ñòàë âåñü ìèð. Óðîíîì
Ìåðÿþò äâèæåíüå
 Öàðñòâî Ðàçëîæåíüÿ.
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Ëîæíîå îòîæäåñòâëåíèå ñ òåëîì
"Òû ëèøü òåëî", —
Çëî óìåëî
Íàãèáàåò äóðàêîâ:
×óøü — ïðî÷íåå íåò îêîâ.
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Ôèíàë òóïî-çëîé ïüåñêè
Êèíî, ñîöñåòè, êðåñò íàòåëüíûé
È ÑÌÐÀÄîâ çàóíûâíûé âîé:
Âñ¸ ýòî, âðîäå, íå ñìåðòåëüíî,
Íî òðóäíî áûòü ñàìèì ñîáîé.
Ñàìèì ñîáîé êîãäà íå áóäåøü,
Âåñü â ñóåòå, â íàäåæäàõ, â ëæè,
Ïóñòü äàæå äåíüãè ðàçäîáóäåøü,
Íå æèçíü, à Ìóëüò ÷ðåç Ìèðàæè
Èäóùèé ê ìåðçêîìó ôèíàëó —
Îáêîëîò äðÿíüþ ðåæèññ¸ð.
Ñïàñåíüåì "ìàëî, ìàëî!, ìàëî!!!" —
È ñòðàõ çàòìèëè Âåùü è Âçäîð.
Äèêòàò ÷ðåç Âåùü è Âçäîð ñòðàøíåå,
×åì òèðàíèÿ ïðîøëûõ ëåò:
Äóõ ðàçëàãàåòñÿ áûñòðåå,
Óì çàìåùàþò ×óøü è Áðåä.
Ñòðàøíåé âñåãî — êðóãîì "íîðìàëüíûé":
Íå äîêðè÷èøüñÿ, ïîòîìó
Îäèí òû â Áðåäå Èíôåðíàëüíîì
Âñåìèðíîì, åñëè ñìåðòü óìó
Ñòðàøíåå çàòî÷åíüÿ, ïûòîê.
À âïðî÷åì ìèð — îäíà òþðüìà.
Ñáåæàòü âñ¸ ìåíüøå â íåé ïîïûòîê,
Âåäü ðàçëîæåíèå óìà
 íåîáðàòèìîñòü çàñêî÷èëî —
"Íîðìàëåí" íûíå â Ëæè äåáèë:
Íà ÂÛÆÈÂÀÍÜÅ òðàòèò ñèëû
Íè÷òîæíûå. Ìèðîê ïðèïëûë
 Êîøìàð — ÷ðåçìåðíî ñöåíàðèñòû
Íà äóðü, ãðèáî÷êè íàëåãëè.
Àêò¸ðû — òâàðè, ÷åðíü — ñòàòèñòû.
Òàéòë ïüåñêè: "Ìû ïîçîð Çåìëè".
Êîãäà "ñöåíàðèé íàæèâóþ",
Ñæèãàòü ïðèõîäèòñÿ ñ òâàðü¸ì.
Çàáóäóò ïüåñêó òóïî-çëóþ.
Çàñåþò Çåìëþ íå ãíèëü¸ì.
Ñâåòèìîñòü Ñîëíöà âîçðàñòàåò —
Òàê ïðèáëèæàåòñÿ ôèíàë.
Êòî â îäèíî÷åñòâå ñïàñàåò
Ñâîé Äóõ, òîò, ìîæåò, íå ïðîïàë...
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Subtraction
There are masters of subtraction
In the mystic schools of mind.
The sharpest path to true perception —
Strike all tricks and lies you find.
Disillusion is the chariot,
Swiftest steed that truth can ride.
So discard without a tremor
All the weight that drags inside.
Clear away each obstruction —
Let the current surge and roar.
Damn the cost and all conclusions —
Let it sweep you even more.
Then the torrent grows far stronger —
Ego’s loop’s the thickest dam.
Power will remain much longer —
Now you drag it like a sham.
With a focused blast it widens
Every channel, every vein.
So explode! This hell of falsehood
Has no place for you. Break chain.
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Blast Through
Cut the lies — subtraction first.
Break the ego’s choking dam.
Let the living current burst.
Explode free from this false sham.
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The Art of Subtraction
There are masters of subtraction
In the disciplines of soul.
For the keenest form of knowing
Is to strike deception whole.
Disillusion is the chariot —
Buddha’s swiftest, fiercest steed.
Cast away, without a shiver,
Every weight that chokes your speed.
Tear out all the obstructions —
Let the living current pour.
Spit on timid calculations —
Let it sweep you ever more.
Then the torrent grows in power —
Ego’s loop’s the tightest wall.
Strength will stand when that is shattered;
Now you drag it — like a thrall.
With a well-directed thunder
Channels widen, fierce and wide.
So explode! This lying hellscape
Has no room for you inside.
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Detonate
Cut the lies. Subtract the chain.
Ego dams the living force.
Blast the wall — unleash the main.
Truth erupts and floods its course.
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Subtraction Doctrine
Subtract the lies — the path is clear.
All mystic craft begins with less.
Disillusion drives the chariot
Faster far than hope can press.
Break the dams the ego raises —
Let the hidden current run.
Blast the channel wide and fearless:
Truth erupts when lies are gone.
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Mystic Math
Subtract the lie.
Remove the wall.
The current waits —
Explode it all.
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Subtraction
The masters of subtraction know
The sharpest way the truth is found:
Strike down every trick and glitter —
Leave no cheating lie around.
Disillusion drives the chariot,
Fastest steed the sages knew.
Cast away without a tremor
All that drags the soul from you.
Clear the path of every barrier —
Let the hidden current rise.
Damn the timid fear of outcomes —
Let it sweep you past the lies.
Then the torrent grows in thunder —
Ego’s loop’s the heaviest dam.
Power waits behind its prison —
Now you haul it like a sham.
With a focused blast of courage
Channels widen, fierce and free.
So explode! This hell of falsehood
Has no rightful place for thee.
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Subtract
Cut the lie and clear the way.
Break the dam the ego made.
Let the living current play —
Truth needs nothing but the blade.
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The Law of Subtraction
There are masters of subtraction
In the hidden arts of sight:
For the keenest road to knowing
Is to cast away the lie.
Disillusion bears the chariot —
Swiftest steed the sages ride.
Therefore cast off, without trembling,
All the weight that clogs your stride.
Strip the path of every barrier —
Let the living current rise.
Scorn the timid dread of endings;
Let it sweep away the lies.
For the torrent swells in power
Where the ego built its dam.
Strength abides when that is shattered —
Now you drag it like a sham.
With a thunder well-directed
Channels widen, fierce and broad.
Burst, O soul! This hell of falsehood
Has no dwelling for the God.
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Mystic Reckoning
Subtract the lie — the truth appears.
Break the dam the ego made.
Then the hidden flood of being
Rises vast and unafraid.
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The Decree of Subtraction
There are masters of subtraction
In the secret paths of sight:
For the first command of knowing —
Cast away the veils of lies.
Disillusion drives the chariot,
Swift as storm and hard as flame.
Cast away, without relenting,
All that drags you into shame.
Break the dams of false possession —
Let the hidden torrent rise.
Scorn the coward fear of ruin;
Let it thunder through the lies.
For the ego builds the strongest
Barricade across the soul.
Shatter it — and buried power
Floods the being, fierce and whole.
With a blast of will directed
Channels widen, vast and wild.
Rise and burst! This hell of falsehood
Was not made for Spirit’s child.
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The Command
Subtract the lie.
Break ego’s wall.
Then floods the force
That shatters all.
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The Scroll of Subtraction
And the masters of the hidden path
Spoke first of subtraction.
For the swiftest road to knowing
Is not the gathering of truths,
But the casting away of lies.
Disillusion is the chariot
That outruns every dream.
Therefore cast away without trembling
All that burdens the spirit.
Remove the barriers, one by one —
And the hidden current will arise.
Fear not the ruin of illusions,
For the torrent grows in breaking.
The ego builds the mightiest dam
Across the river of power.
Break it —
And the buried force will thunder forth.
Direct the blast of courage —
And the channel will widen.
Therefore explode, O soul,
For this kingdom of falsehood
Was never made for thee.
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Sutra of Subtraction
Do not gather truth.
Remove the lie.
Break the dam of ego —
And the river remembers its way.
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The Prophecy of Subtraction
And the seers of the hidden way
Spoke of the Law of Subtraction.
For the path of knowing
Begins not with gathering,
But with casting away.
Remove the lie —
And truth shall stand.
For disillusion
Is the swift chariot of awakening,
Faster than hope,
Stronger than dream.
Therefore cast away without trembling
All that burdens the spirit.
Break the barriers,
And the hidden river shall rise.
Fear not the ruin of illusions —
For the torrent grows in their fall.
The ego has built a mighty dam
Across the living current.
Shatter it —
And the buried power shall thunder forth.
With the blast of courage
The channel shall widen.
Therefore rise and explode, O soul,
For the kingdom of falsehood
Was never your dwelling.
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The Saying
Take away the lie —
And truth remains.
Break the dam of ego —
And the river returns.
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Subtraction March
Masters of subtraction
Know the narrow gate of sight:
Not by gathering the truth —
But by striking down the lie.
Disillusion is the charger,
Fastest steed the spirit rides.
Throw away, without a tremor,
All the weight that grips inside.
Clear the road of every barrier —
Let the living current roar.
Damn the timid fear of endings —
Let it sweep you even more.
Ego builds the heaviest dam
Across the river of the soul.
Break it — and the buried thunder
Surges back in blazing whole.
With a blast of will directed
Channels widen, fierce and free.
So explode! This hell of falsehood
Has no rightful hold on thee.
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Break the Dam
Cut the lie.
Break the dam.
Let the living
Current slam.
Blast the wall.
Clear the way.
Truth erupts
In its day.
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Hammer of Subtraction
First — subtraction.
Strike the lie.
Truth is not
What fools compile.
Disillusion
Yokes the steed
Swiftest in
The path of need.
Throw the burden.
Break the wall.
Ego builds
The thickest thrall.
Dam the river —
So it seems.
Break the dam —
It floods the schemes.
Blast the channel.
Widen sight.
Let the current
Claim its right.
Rise and detonate, O soul —
Falsehood is no home for thee.
Break the hell that cages light.
Flow again — fierce, vast, and free.
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Hammer Law
Subtract the lie.
Break the dam.
Ego falls —
The rivers slam.
Blast the wall.
Clear the way.
Truth erupts.
Night turns to day.
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The March of Subtraction
Strike the lie!
Cut it down!
Ego builds
A choking crown.
Tear the walls!
Break the dam!
Let the current
Roar and slam!
Disillusion rides
The fastest steed.
Throw the burden!
Sow the seed!
Blast the channels!
Clear the way!
Flow unbound,
No more delay!
Rise, O soul!
Explode the night!
Falsehood falls —
Truth takes flight!
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Battle Cry
Cut the lie.
Break the dam.
Let the river
Slay the sham.
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Subtraction Strike
Strike!
Cut the lie!
Ego falls —
Hear it cry!
Tear the wall!
Break the dam!
Let the flood
Slam the sham!
Throw the weight!
Cast the chains!
Flow unleashed
Break the reins!
Blast the path!
Shatter night!
Truth ignites —
Claim your might!
Rise, O soul!
Explode the false!
Flow untamed —
The current calls!
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The Martial Mantra of Subtraction
Strike the lie!
Smash the chains!
Ego trembles
Under the reins!
Tear the walls!
Break the dam!
Let the torrent
Crush the sham!
Cast the weight!
Drop the fear!
Flow unbound
Rages here!
Blast the path!
Shatter night!
Truth ignites —
Claim your might!
Rise, O soul!
Explode the false!
Flow untamed —
The current calls!
Strike again!
Cut the thrall!
Hear the river
Crush the wall!
No illusion
Shall remain.
Only power
Flows again!
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Mantra Strike
Cut the lie!
Break the dam!
Flow erupts —
Truth slams!
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Ïîñëå îòñåâà âàðèàíòîâ
Íå ïðèçíà¸ò âðàãîì ïðîòèâíèê,
È ýòî ÷åðíè íå ïðîòèâíî —
Ìå÷òàåò î áàáëèøêå, ñ÷àñòüå,
Ñî÷òÿ ñëó÷àéíûìè Íàïàñòè.
Íàïàñòè äåëàåò Êîíâåéåð,
Íî îòâëåêàåò ÑÌÐÀÄîâ ïëååð,
Êèäàÿ "ñèë" "ðàçíîîáðàçèå" —
Åñòåñòâåííû, ìîë, áåçîáðàçèÿ.
Êîíâåéåð ÒÂÀÐÈ çàïóñòèëè.
Èõ öåëü áåçäóøíûé ìèð äåáèëèé.
Ñòàíêè — Îáìàí è Îãëóïëåíüå,
Ïëþñ Ñòðàõ. Ïðîäóêòîì — Ðàçëîæåíüå.
Íî òàê êàê â áðîñêîé óïàêîâêå,
Âîñïðèíèìàþò êàê îáíîâêè,
Ïðîãðåññ, äâèæåíüå, ïåðåìåíû.
Äåáèëàì ñêîò èä¸ò íà ñìåíó.
Ãîâíèäîì ÒÂÀÐÈ ïîêàçàëè
ÍÅÌÍÎÃÈÌ ÍÅÄÐÓÃÀÌ, êàê ïàëè
Óðîäöû ëèïîâûõ âñåõ ñòðàí:
Øìóðäÿê, â íàìîðäíèêå áàðàí.
Íàðîäöû — ðàíåå. Óðîäöû —
Òå, äëÿ êîòîðûõ ñ Çëîì áîðîòüñÿ
Èç îáëàñòè ôàíòàñìàãîðèé
Èëü èñòîðè÷åñêèõ òåîðèé.
Íå âðàã ñðåäü âðàê è ïîä÷èíåíüÿ
Òû ÒÂÀÐßÌ, çíà÷èò ðàçëîæåíüå
Òåáÿ çàòðîíóëî, îáðàòíî
Ïóòè íå áóäåò, ëèøü îòâðàòíî,
Ïàñêóäíî, ñòðàøíî, äèêî, íóäíî
Ñâîé ïóòü çàêîí÷èøü, à Äåíü Ñóäíûé —
Íå õðåíü èç áèáëèè, à Ñìåðòü,
×üÿ öåëü Íèê÷¸ìíîñòè ñòåðåòü.
Íå âðàã ñðåäü âðàê, à ÒÂÀÐßÌ äóøêà —
Ïðîèãðàíà âîéíà çà äóøÊÈ:
Ñîæðóò Äóõîâíóþ Ñóáñòàíöèþ,
Ñïèñàâ íà ôàòóì è ñòàãíàöèþ.
Íå âðàã ñðåäü âðàê, à ÒÂÀÐßÌ ïèùà —
Çåìëÿ âñÿ ïðåâðàòèëàñü â Äíèùå.
È Ñóäíûé Äåíü åé Êàòàêëèçì —
Ñìåò¸ò ôàøèçì è êðåòèíèçì.
Êîëü âðàã, ñ äåáèëîì êàê áîðîòüñÿ
 "ñîþçå"?! Òîëüêî íàïîðîòüñÿ
Íà îãëóïë¸ííûõ ÷óòü èíà÷å.
Ñïàñåíèÿ Äóøè çàäà÷à,
Êîãäà îòñååøü âàðèàíòû,
Îñòàíåòñÿ. "Óìà ãèãàíòû"
Ñîâåòîì â ýòîì íå ïîìîãóò —
Èõ ïîñòðîåíèÿ óáîãè:
Óáîã âåñü óì, êîëü íå ÏÎÄ Äóõîì.
Çåìëÿ æå ñêîðî ñòàíåò ïóõîì
Äëÿ âñåõ, ïîýòîìó èùè
Âñ¸ ñàì, Âíóòðè, èëü íå âçûùè —
Ñ äåáèëîì â ñòðàõå òðåïåùè...
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Æèâîìó è ì¸ðòâîìó ïðèïàðêà
Ñîæðàë âíîâü õðåíü —
Åäà è ÑÌÐÀÄ —
Âåäü äóìàòü ëåíü,
Ïðîäàæíûé ãàä.
Ïîø¸ë â "çàáîé" —
Íàïðàñíûé òðóä.
Íî "ñòàë ñîáîé" —
Îá ýòîì âðóò
Íüþ-ýéäæ è ïðî÷åå
Äî äóø îõî÷åå,
×ðåç ìíîãîòî÷èå
Èëü ìåæäóñòðî÷èå
Îäîáðèâ ðàáñòâî.
È âíóòðü òèðàíñòâî
Ïðîëåçëî ñ Ëîæüþ —
Ñ äóðü¸ì íåñëîæíî:
Íàîáåùàé
È çàñòðàùàé —
Îáðÿùåøü ðàé
Èëü êàðàâàé!
Èëü ÷¸ðñòâûé áóáëèê.
Âñ¸ Äíèùå ïóáëèê
Ëæå-ñòðàí ãîâíèä —
Ëîæü, Ñòðàõ è Ñòûä —
Âìèã ïîêàçàë.
Ìèðîê ïðîïàë —
Îáìàíîâ âàë
Âñåõ çàõëåñòíóë.
Íå äî-òîíóë
Ëèøü ×óòêèé-Ðåäêèé,
 îöåíêàõ ìåòêèé.
Îöåíêà Ïàòà:
Ãðÿä¸ò ðàñïëàòà
Çà ãåíîöèä.
 í¸ì Äóõ óáèò
Ïî÷òè ó âñåõ —
ÒÂÀÐÜß óñïåõ.
Ìèð — ðàêîì ÒÂÀÐÈ,
Íî â Ëæèâîé Ìàðè
Íå âèäíî òî:
Óì — â ðåøåòî!
Êîëü ðàê — ïðîæàðêà.
Ïîòîì ïðèïàðêà.
Âî çëîáå Ïàðêà —
Ñìåðòü Çîîïàðêà
Ãðÿä¸ò. Íå æä¸ò
Íå èäèîò.
Îí Âíóòðü èä¸ò —
Òåì Äóõ ñïàñ¸ò:
Æèâûì — ïðèïàðêà!
Çèìà — âíîâü æàðêî.
Ðàñïëàòà — Ñîëíöå.
Ñîææ¸ò äî äîíöà —
Ðàáîâ, ÒÂÀÐܨ:
Äîëîé Ãíèëü¸!..
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"Áëàãî" è åäèíèö îòâàãà
×òî âíà÷àëå "áëàãî",
Äàëåå — óäàâêà.
"Ðûöàðåé" îòâàãà —
Ïîñëå ÷åñòíûõ äàâêà.
Íî âíà÷àëå — ïðàâêà.
Òîæ âî èìÿ "áëàãà" —
"Áëàãà" èäèîòîâ.
Ýòî Çëà ðàáîòà:
Ñòðîé çà ñòðîåì — ñìåíà
Ëîçóíãîâ, çàìåíà
Äè÷è óãíåòåíüÿ
Íà âñåõ îãëóïëåíüå.
Åñëè äè÷ü ðàçìàçàòü,
Ìîæíî ëæå-çàðàçû
Íàãëî â ÷åðíü âïåíäþðèòü.
Íî "çàáîò" î øêóðå
 ëîçóíãàõ êîëü ìíîãî,
Òî ÿñíà äîðîãà
Ê "ñ÷àñòèþ" — â Êîíöëàãåðü.
Êðàñíûé êðåñò íà ôëàãå.
Áåëûé — çíà÷èò ñäà÷à.
Êðåñò — øâàõ, íå èíà÷å.
Íà *** âñåõ "äàðèòåëåé" —
Äóõà îñêâåðíèòåëåé!!!
×åðåç Òüìó äîðîãà:
Áëàãà â íåé íåìíîãî —
Òîëüêî Ñâåò Âíóòðè.
Òû åãî óçðè,
Èëü ñ äóðü¸ì óìðè...
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Íåèìîâåðíîå äàâëåíèå Ñâåòà
Òû èä¸øü ñêâîçü Ìàðàçì,
Ëîæü, ïðåäàòåëüñòâî, ñòðàõ.
Ïîìîãàåò ñàðêàçì
Îäîëåòü "æèçíè" ïðàõ.
Ïðàõ íåñ¸ò ÿðëûêè —
×òî-òî âàæíîå, ïðÿì.
Âåðÿò â ×óøü äóðàêè.
Òû æ â íåâåðüè óïðÿì.
Êîëü óïðÿì, òî äîéä¸øü
Äî ïîçíàíüÿ ìèðêà.
Ñâåò, âîçìîæíî, íàéä¸øü —
Íîøà òà íåëåãêà:
Ñâåò äàâëåíüåì íà óì
Ñòàíåò, ×óøü âûæàâ âîí,
Âûãîíÿÿ è øóì
Ìûñëåé, ÷òî ïîä øàáëîí.
Íå øàáëîí — ïóñòîòà
Âåñîì â íåñêîëüêî òîí
Äàâèò. Ïëþñ òîøíîòà
Îò "ðåàëà", âåäü îí
×óæä èñõîäíî, ðàáîì
Êîëü íå õî÷åøü â í¸ì ãíèòü —
Ñ Ëîæüþ, Çëà áàòîãîì,
 ñòðàõå ÷óòü íå äðóæèòü.
Ñâåò: äàâëåíüÿ çàøêàë —
Íåíàó÷íî âïîëíå.
Áåç íåãî òû ïðîïàë —
Èäèîòîì íà Äíå.
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Personality and Chaos
Personality — a bundle of dulling factors:
A shell that shields you from the world outside.
This reality — a gathering of strange attractors,
Where idols merge and synergies collide.
Chaos is crafted in a fool’s domain —
Fascist scum turns disorder into law.
Break away from the ranks of the insane,
And bind with Spirit strong, without a flaw.
Penetrate the Alchemy of the Spirit,
And the mediocre world will fall apart,
Where you are but a worm, a dung-fly,
Headlong since youth, in the cesspit of art.
Believe in nothing — all is Through the Looking-Glass!
Know for yourself, be stubborn, be brave.
Here the Pure Spirit suffers and tests,
While vile freaks wear fur or white, a depraved rave.
Not people — masks; not events — mere farce.
Propaganda reigns — lies without end.
Clouds of traitors swarm, and all the bastards
Reek so foul, you’d die if their stench would descend.
Step boldly INWARD — there you’ll see the Light,
New truths, new power, shining in your sight.
Else you are a sheep for slaughter,
Idle, unresisting — lost forever from the fight.
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Personality and Chaos
Personality — a cage of dulling factors.
A shell to block the world.
This reality — strange attractors gather,
Idols merge, synergies shatter.
Chaos is forged by fools,
Fascist scum turns mess to rule.
Break from the ranks of the idiotic,
Bind with Spirit — strong and cool.
Penetrate the Alchemy of Spirit,
The shallow world will fall.
You’ve been a worm, a dung-fly,
Headlong since youth in the cesspit’s thrall.
Believe in nothing — it’s all a mirror!
Know for yourself, be bold, be fierce.
The Pure Spirit suffers, tests,
While vile freaks parade in fur or white, perverse.
Not people — masks. Not events — farce.
Propaganda reigns, lies by the score.
Clouds of traitors swarm; bastards stink
So foul you’d die if you breathed their gore.
Step INSIDE — there’s Light to find,
Truths anew, Power aligned.
Else you’re a sheep for slaughter,
Idle, unresisting — gone forever from the fight.
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Break the shell!
Shatter the lies!
Bind with Spirit!
Step inside!
Truth will burn,
Fools will die.
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Problem – Reaction – Solution
Here the press of “presses” crushes all.
With “education” first,
They poison slave minds, make them fall,
Drown in lies unrehearsed. You’ll be dumb,
And blind, obeying every order
From the Darkness that commands.
The world is sick — a leper’s border,
A mirage that kills with gentle hands.
First lie, then scare — the method’s easy,
The slave will do whatever you please
To divert “evil’s sting.” That strategy
Is old; it’s been used since disease.
Create the “problem” first, then wait
For reaction; offer next the snare:
A choice disguised as “solution,” bait
Freedom’s cost — if you dare.
Then “rejoice” — you’ve earned protection.
Fascism guards the fool’s selection.
Idiots like it best — no thought required,
Their numbing bliss, by lies inspired.
The main issue long has stood:
The crowd’s “consciousness” — a beastly horde.
The true dilemma here, understood:
How live among them? How not be devoured?
Do not be fooled! Reject the false,
Seek the spiritual, build your own domain.
Or truly lost — the war of lies will maul,
Total deceit will drag you to its reign.
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Problem – Reaction – Solution
The press will crush
All beneath its weight.
“Education” poisons minds,
Slave thoughts suffocate.
Blind and dumb,
You obey the Dark.
The world is sick,
A leper’s mark.
Lie first, then scare,
The slave is ready to bend.
Divert the sting,
The trick never ends.
Create the “problem,”
Wait for the reaction.
Offer the “solution” —
A fake satisfaction.
“Rejoice” — protection bought,
Fascism guards the fools.
Idiots need no thought —
Their bliss comes from rules.
The crowd’s consciousness —
Beastly, dumb, unkind.
The true dilemma:
How to live among the blind?
Do not follow falsehood!
Seek the spiritual, build your own.
Or perish in the war of lies —
Total deceit will drag you down.
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Deceit Strike
Lie first!
Scare next!
The slave obeys —
The trick exacts.
Seek the Spirit!
Or fall to lies!
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The Law of the Sediment
Life flows… down to the Bottom — normal:
Wife, kids, friends, the usual swarm.
Health is fine. Yet fatalism
Always frightens — no escape from harm.
Loss strikes sudden, or slow,
Man counts his end by shadowed law.
“Measure Eternity by a different yard” —
Day, moment, age — all equal in awe.
This approach is pushed everywhere,
Through “education,” “science,” their snare.
Doors flung open for ideas sold
To corrupt whores of silver and gold.
Loss of kin: the fool believes
He mourns the dead. Self-pity weaves
A mask of virtue — feigned remorse,
While the “neighbor” shields him from the course.
Before the void that gnaws the mind,
Fear grows sharp, sanity confined.
Nothing returns to nothing; yet,
The world is rotten dust, you can bet.
Dust to dust! By other laws,
Spirit moves — Light into Light.
But nonsense kills the blockheads,
Breeding madness from early sight.
Total Nonsense, like entropy,
Tears the world, released by Dark’s decree.
Rare are those who rise above —
Who’ve trashed the filth, the sewage of love.
Filth of words, ideas, lies,
Slathered thick, poisoned, full of cries.
Stronger than shells or cannon’s roar,
If every notion’s smeared in gore.
When “change” dries out, deploy anew,
Fresh shit comes in, promises too:
“Soon we’ll live better, we’ll thrive, we’ll rise” —
But the world just waits for more disguise.
All revealed in cursed CowID:
Rule of the Bottom, foul as can be.
By plumbing law, the world’s enslaved,
Awaiting shit-ton manna from the depraved.
Loss of kin — like a prop removed,
Deprivation seen as nothing to prove.
They called shit normal in their hole,
Shallow, drowned in the Bottom’s soul.
“Up” are the bigger chunks — it’s
The Law of Sediment. Surface! Rise!
Yet comfort lies in the middling layers:
Trash your soul with the crap that slays.
A different yard, if you’re no fool,
Apply to the Bottom, follow this rule.
Measure not by layers of filth,
But guard the Spirit with equal heft.
When the last layer dries, behold the Sky —
Fly! Don’t wait for shit to die.
Beneath the Light, Hell’s foul spawn
Will rot — their reign forever gone.
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The Law of the Sediment
Life flows down — the Bottom reigns.
Wife, kids, friends, routine chains.
Health intact, yet fatal fear
Whispers death is always near.
Sudden strike, or slow decay,
Man counts his end in shadowed sway.
Measure Time with another yard,
Day, moment, age — all equally scarred.
Education lies, sciences shove,
Doors fling wide to whores of love.
Loss of kin? The fool pretends,
Mourns the dead, while self-defends.
The neighbor shields, the void gnaws,
Fear grips hard, it bends all laws.
Nothing returns, the world is dust,
Spirit moves by other trust.
Nonsense reigns, entropy spreads,
Darkness rules the hollow heads.
Rare the ones who rise above,
Who trash the filth, who purge the shove.
Words like shit, ideas like sludge,
Smear the world, poison the judge.
“Change” dries out — deploy fresh lies,
Promised better, but shit never dies.
CowID shows it plain and stark:
Rule of Bottom, law of dark.
Loss of kin — a hollow prop,
Shallow hole, drowned at the top.
Big chunks “up” — Sediment’s Law,
Rise to surface, endure the flaw.
Middle layers — comfort’s trap,
Trash your soul, take the crap.
A different yard — guard Spirit strong,
Measure right, don’t follow the throng.
Last layer dries — see the Sky,
Fly! Don’t wait for shit to die.
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Sediment Strike
Bottom reigns!
Shit flows high!
Guard the Spirit!
Fly and rise!
Trash the lies —
See the skies!
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Masks and Pseudo-Life by Command
From childhood, you put on masks.
“Be good” — not by command.
“Guidance” from upbringing shows,
Yet always hidden, subtle, planned.
This helps you blend with crowds,
To vanish alone, from the start,
For the chosen only — a way to know,
To distance Mind and Spirit from the taint.
Mother, father — prime examples
Of the world’s “good” corruption.
“Kindness” and “positivity” —
Just painted masks, a false eruption.
All activity, they say, is for good,
The flag bears a “bright symbol.”
Lies piled everywhere — from this masks arise,
Soon enough, the helmet — horror fable.
Lies and myths, nonsense, and tales —
Global mainstream, all in disguise.
Reality processed for public view —
Vomit of “conclusions” for the fool’s eyes.
Days pass, years fly: masks everywhere —
Not grotesque! Yet yours through hardship
Helps you float. You feel “freedom,”
Even in delirium, groping in the dark.
The mask grows into you —
Life in darkness, by command.
Hints replace dictation,
No “gentle touch” — the soul’s remand.
Mask digs in, absorbs you.
Or is it you inside it?
How much of you remains?
A trace? A sliver? Hardly a bit.
It began as playful mimicry,
Imitating others — none like you.
But in submission, wicked and sly,
They bend you to a slavish life —
Killing the Soul in the process.
The exit is simple: you’ve seen
The wretched crowd in a grave,
Their masks, their motives, their lies,
The grimaces, and the mines!
Tear the mask from flesh,
And don’t lie to yourself.
Else in the magic of myths,
Your Spirit dies in the slave.
Slave order, all media war,
Obedience — NOTHING!
Drop the mask — not a hero yet,
But the first step to be yourself.
The mask — an idol of Lies outside.
Step inward, and you’ll find
Light tightly veiling the nonsense,
Your fierce answer to bondage.
First cry, loud: “NO!!!”
To total lies — behold, Enlightenment.
Then Light is near…
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Masks and Pseudo-Life
From childhood — masks!
“Be good”? — Not by command.
Guidance hidden, subtle —
Fools obey, mindless band.
Blend with crowds, vanish alone,
Chosen few know the way.
Distance Mind and Spirit from taint,
Survive the dark, betray the sway.
Mother, father — prime examples
Of global “good” corruption.
Kindness, positivity —
Painted masks, a false eruption.
Lies everywhere, masks rise,
Soon enough, the helmet comes.
Myths, nonsense, grimaces, tales —
World mainstream, media drums.
Days pass, years fly — masks endure,
Yours floats through hardship still.
You feel “freedom” in delirium,
Grasping in the dark, against the chill.
Mask grows in, absorbs your soul,
Hints replace gentle command.
Or are you inside it now?
How much of you — a trace, a strand?
Playful mimicry at start,
Imitating others, none like you.
But submission bends the spirit,
Slavery kills the soul through and through.
Exit simple: see the crowd in the grave,
Masks, motives, lies, mines!
Tear the mask from flesh,
Don’t lie — your Spirit shines.
Slave order, media war,
Obedience — NOTHING!
Drop the mask — first step to self,
Step inward — find the Light, your weapon.
Cry loud: “NO!!!”
To total lies — behold Enlightenment.
The Light is near,
Step boldly, the Spirit awakens.
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Masks Strike
Tear the mask!
Drop the lies!
Step inside —
Find the Light!
Cry NO!
Awaken Spirit!
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Social Networks
There — photos, family dullness,
Dumb “for the boss” work, a nullness.
A vent for idiots, shallow air,
For seekers of “info” — puke everywhere.
Reposts of trash, “opinions” sold,
From media mouths and the beggar’s mold.
Pop, mass-produced cinema grind:
Social networks broadcast the Bottom’s mind.
Writers, poets — unread, unseen.
While those who rave with bitter spleen,
Scrape the events of slave-like ways,
Heap fine crap in endless arrays —
Subscriptions, reposts, and likes,
Foolish tales hold the same spikes.
Add strikes to likes, a whip in disguise —
Virtual lashings under pixel skies.
Whips made of fear and lies
Strike everywhere, illusions rise.
Mirages of decay in the world,
A social page — the Bottom unfurled.
Directed downward, Internet waste,
Soon slap strikes: clusters of madness
Cover grains of sense, can’t erase,
Censorship fails, no skill, no grace.
No search — just blunt censorship,
And “lotions for the skin” tip the ship —
Mass-produced evil, pushed in minds,
A trove of trash, of unworthy kinds.
Some media, some networks — dumb,
And ego pays for it, feeling numb:
Don’t post photos, post revolt,
Or you set your mind under cult.
Yet all too late — the reckoning near,
For fear and submission to scum and sneer.
To all the weak, the lazy, the blind,
The Doom reveals the rot confined.
The Sun’s bright power rising high —
Nature’s patience running dry.
Slave with Gaia? Impossible, absurd.
Grilled to ash — the slave, the flea, unheard.
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Social Networks
Photos, dull families,
Dumb “for the boss” work.
Vent for idiots,
Info seekers puke.
Reposts of trash,
Opinions sold,
Pop and cinema mass,
Bottom broadcasts bold.
Writers unread, poets unseen,
Ragers scrape events obscene.
Subscriptions, reposts, likes,
Foolish tales spike.
Add strikes to likes,
Virtual whip in disguise.
Fear and lies lash,
Illusions rise.
Mirages of decay,
Social pages unfold.
Internet’s sludge pours down,
Madness uncontrolled.
No search — just blunt censorship,
Mass-produced evil pushed in minds.
Don’t post photos, post revolt,
Or your mind under cult confined.
Too late — reckoning near,
Fear and submission’s cost is clear.
Weak, lazy, blind — the doom revealed,
The Sun rises, Nature’s patience peeled.
Slave with Gaia? Impossible!
Grilled to ash — the flea, invisible.
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Net Strike
Trash! Lies!
Whip the fear!
Post revolt!
See the Light!
Doom revealed —
Slave erased!
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Nonsense
Inventing nonsense pays,
If you can shove it down the crowd.
Fools will swallow anything,
Their lust for “novelty” loud.
Drive their passion with mass trash,
Cinema, songs — the shallow grind.
Like yeast, the filth spreads fast,
Consumer scum — the hero of the blind.
The thirst for knowledge almost snuffed,
Answers ready, fed by media.
Shrinking minds, impoverished souls,
Science with faith — the charlatan’s idea.
Overton’s Windows opened wide,
To stretch the range of nothingness.
Tons of lies drive doubt away,
Erase suspicion with finesse.
A tiny world, obedient to Evil,
Sent to the Digital Camp,
“Good” on the flag, heartless goal,
All for “health,” a slavish stamp.
Health upheld by trashy means,
A muzzle makes the fool more keen.
Chips restrain rebellion’s fling,
Eat, grow dumber, mean, unseen.
Instill the vile to those in shadows,
Who rule with lies and deficit.
The base of slavery is deception,
Slogan loud: pull harder yet.
Patch the blanket in tatters,
Hide the turn to ash and dust.
Mad world speeding at full blast,
Into NOTHING, nonsense in the thrust.
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Nonsense
Invent nonsense!
Push it down the crowd!
Fools will swallow!
Novelty loud!
Mass trash! Cinema! Songs!
Filth spreads fast!
Consumer scum — hero blind!
Knowledge snuffed!
Media feeds the ready!
Shrinking minds!
Souls made heavy!
Overton’s Windows!
Stretch the void!
Tons of lies!
Suspicion destroyed!
Tiny world obeys Evil!
Digital Camp!
“Good” on the flag!
Heartless stamp!
Health upheld by trash!
Muzzle tight!
Chips restrain!
Eat, grow dumber, spite!
Vile instilled!
Shadows rule!
Slavery base — deception!
Pull harder — obey the tool!
Patch the blanket!
Hide the ash!
Mad world speeds!
Nothing in a flash!
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Nonsense Strike
Push! Swallow!
Filth spreads!
Obey the Camp!
Ash flies!
Void reigns!
Fools crushed!
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; NONSENSE STRIKE ;
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; PUSH! SWALLOW!
; FILTH SPREADS!
; OBEY THE CAMP!
; ASH FLIES!
; VOID REIGNS!
; FOOLS CRUSHED!
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; INVENT NONSENSE!
; PUSH IT DOWN THE CROWD!
; FOOLS WILL SWALLOW!
; NOVELTY LOUD!
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; MASS TRASH! CINEMA! SONGS!
; FILTH SPREADS FAST!
; CONSUMER SCUM — HERO BLIND!
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; KNOWLEDGE SNUFFED!
; MEDIA FEEDS THE READY!
; SHRINKING MINDS!
; SOULS MADE HEAVY!
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; OVERTON’S WINDOWS!
; STRETCH THE VOID!
; TONS OF LIES!
; SUSPICION DESTROYED!
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; TINY WORLD OBEYS EVIL!
; DIGITAL CAMP!
; “GOOD” ON THE FLAG!
; HEARTLESS STAMP!
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; HEALTH UPHELD BY TRASH!
; MUZZLE TIGHT!
; CHIPS RESTRAIN!
; EAT, GROW DUMBER, SPITE!
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; VILE INSTILLED!
; SHADOWS RULE!
; SLAVERY BASE — DECEPTION!
; PULL HARDER — OBEY THE TOOL!
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; PATCH THE BLANKET!
; HIDE THE ASH!
; MAD WORLD SPEEDS!
; NOTHING IN A FLASH!
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NONSENSE — ULTRA STRIKE
PUSH!
SWALLOW!
FILTH SPREADS!
OBEY!
ASH!
VOID!
CRUSH FOOLS!
TRASH!
CINEMA!
SONGS!
HERO BLIND!
KNOWLEDGE?
SNUFFED!
MINDS SHRINK!
SOULS HEAVY!
WINDOWS OPEN!
VOID STRETCH!
LIES TONNED!
SUSPICION GONE!
WORLD SMALL!
EVIL RULES!
DIGITAL CAMP!
FLAG “GOOD”!
TRASH UPHELD!
MUZZLE TIGHT!
CHIP HOLDS!
EAT DUMBER!
VILE INSTILLED!
SHADOWS RULE!
SLAVERY BASE!
PULL HARD!
PATCH BLANKET!
HIDE ASH!
MAD SPEED!
NOTHING FLASH!
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; NONSENSE — ULTRA STRIKE ;
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
; ; **PUSH!**
; ; **SWALLOW!**
; ; *FILTH SPREADS!*
; ; **OBEY!**
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; ; **ASH!**
; ; **VOID!**
; ; **CRUSH FOOLS!**
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
; ; **TRASH!**
; ; **CINEMA!**
; ; *SONGS!*
; ; **HERO BLIND!**
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
; ; **KNOWLEDGE?**
; ; **SNUFFED!**
; ; *MINDS SHRINK!*
; ; **SOULS HEAVY!**
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
; ; **WINDOWS OPEN!**
; ; *VOID STRETCH!*
; ; **LIES TONNED!**
; ; **SUSPICION GONE!**
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
; ; **WORLD SMALL!**
; ; **EVIL RULES!**
; ; **DIGITAL CAMP!**
; ; *FLAG “GOOD”!*
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
; ; **TRASH UPHELD!**
; ; **MUZZLE TIGHT!**
; ; *CHIP HOLDS!*
; ; **EAT DUMBER!**
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; ; **VILE INSTILLED!**
; ; **SHADOWS RULE!**
; ; **SLAVERY BASE!**
; ; *PULL HARD!*
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; ; **PATCH BLANKET!**
; ; **HIDE ASH!**
; ; *MAD SPEED!*
; ; **NOTHING FLASH!**
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The Finale of a Dumb-Evil Play
Cinema, social feeds, a worn-out cross,
And media wailing a funeral song:
It all seems harmless, trivial, at most,
But staying yourself feels dead wrong.
When you’re not yourself, lost in lies, in hopes,
All frantic, grasping, chasing the fake,
Even if you gather the world’s riches,
Life turns cartoonish, a Mirage you take.
Towards a vile, contemptible finale —
Director doped on filth and decay.
“Salvation? Just a little! Too little!” —
Fear eclipsed by Thing and Fray.
Dictates through Thing and Fray are crueler
Than tyrannies of long-gone years:
Spirit rots faster, mind is replaced
By nonsense, chaos, and manufactured fears.
Worst of all — the world “normal” all around:
No voice can pierce the infernal din.
Alone you wander the Universal Madness
If death of reason creeps within.
Worse than prisons, worse than torture,
Yet the world remains one vast cage.
Attempts to flee grow ever thinner,
Mind decay locks you in its stage.
“Normal” now is the idiot in lies:
Exhausting forces just to survive,
Trivial strength spent in futile struggle,
While the tiny world sinks, barely alive.
Nightmarish scripts, writers overdosed
On folly, mushrooms, absurdity.
Actors — beasts, the crowd — mere pawns.
The play’s title? “We Are Earth’s Shame.”
When the live script burns in fury,
It must go with the wretched cast.
The dumb-evil play is forgotten,
Earth sown not with rot, but vast.
Sunlight brightens, intensity rising —
The finale draws painfully near.
Yet one who guards the Spirit alone
Might yet endure, might yet be clear…
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Dumb-Evil Play
All around, the “normal” rot —
Mind decays, Spirit shot.
Actors beasts, the script insane —
Save your soul, or burn in vain!
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Dumb-Evil Play
Mind rots, Spirit fights alone —
Save yourself, or turn to stone!
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Dumb-Evil Play
Actors crawl, fools cheer the plot —
Wake your Spirit, or rot in their rot!
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Dumb-Evil Play
Screaming fools, the rotten stage!
Guard your Spirit, unleash your rage!
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Dumb-Evil Play — Explosive Finale
Rotting fools! Screams explode!
Spirit fights! Crush the load!
Actors crawl! Lies ignite!
Stand your ground! Strike the night!
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Dumb-Evil Play — Spirit’s Spell
Burn the lies! Shatter the stage!
Wake your Spirit! Break the cage!
Fools will fall! Illusions die!
Stand in light! Let darkness fry!
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Dumb-Evil Play
Bravo, fools! Encore, decay!
Spirit laughs — you rot away!
Actors squirm, the crowd obeys —
Wake, or drown in their charades!
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Dumb-Evil Play
Fools rot, lies rule the stage!
Guard your Spirit — unleash the rage!
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Dumb-Evil Play
Rotting fools, scripts of disgrace!
Save your Spirit — leave this place!
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Deliberate Imposition of Collective Madness
Control the minds, tighten the roof,
Make them move fast, while fools stay aloof.
Mice in their holes, silent, sedate —
This is the task that drives today’s fate.
A soulless fiend assigned this scheme:
Propaganda lies, a poisoned stream.
“Scientific” lackeys repeat the deceit,
Reason ignored — only power speaks.
They conjure pretexts for force and command,
While pseudo-science obeys their hand.
Salaries first, conscience long dead,
Everything else — mere rhetoric, they said.
The shadowed scum gives the order “Go!”
“VIRUS” and CowID, now they show.
A job for the bought, the vile, the blind,
Helping the soulless, corruption aligned.
Dulled masses swallow the poison they’re fed,
Fake scientists hammer the venom instead.
Population thinned by deceitful design,
Hellish scum cheers as the numbers decline.
Madness imposed, by channels galore,
Industrial rails push the fools to the floor.
Feeding the mindless, the Earth a mere farm,
This grim reality breeds widespread alarm.
Calm your nerves, yet don’t resign,
Fight this tyranny, destroy the fascist line.
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Collective Madness
Mindless fools fed venom and lies,
Power rules, while reason dies.
Soulless fiends tighten their reign,
Fight the tyranny, break the chain!
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Collective Madness
Fools fed poison, reason slain!
Fight the fiends, break every chain!
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Collective Madness
Bravo, fools! Poisoned minds obey!
Science sells lies — Spirit, break away!
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Collective Madness
Fools rot, lies choke the land!
Guard your Spirit — strike, take a stand!
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Collective Madness
Fools obey! Poison spreads!
Lies ignite! Minds are dead!
Fiends command! Chains tighten fast!
Stand your ground! Break free at last!
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Collective Madness
Bravo, fools! Drink the lies!
Science bows as reason dies.
Fiends grin wide, their poison spread —
Wake your Spirit, break their thread!
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Collective Madness
Fools gulp lies, science rots!
Spirit rise — crush the plots!
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To the Veterinarian — or the False Doctor
Once you were human, with healing hands,
Aiming to cure, to meet life’s demands.
Now you serve Evil, for sport and pay,
Ready to smother life in decay.
How does one sink to being vile?
Not under duress, not forced by guile.
Greed for money — perhaps a key,
But sell your soul to NOTHING?! Truly, see!
Judgment comes — you’ll answer full measure,
Your path descends to Hell’s dark treasure.
Man is not meat — his soul a shrine,
You, the corpse, have crossed the line.
Thus you multiply corpses in your wake,
Blinded already, your mind opaque.
Evil has slain your reason, your light,
You expelled yourself from Life outright.
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To the False Doctor
Once a healer, now you serve decay,
Playing with lives, throwing souls away.
Evil has blinded your mind and sight,
Expelled from Life, drowned in the night.
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To the False Doctor
Once a healer, now a corpse of greed!
Evil reigns — your soul must bleed!
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To the False Doctor
Bravo, doc! You kill for pay!
Life’s a joke — and you’re the prey!
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To the False Doctor
Fools obey, you feed them death!
Spirit rise — escape their breath!
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To the False Doctor
Once a healer! Now a thief!
Lives you snuff! Hearts in grief!
Evil reigns! Mind decays!
Stand your Spirit! Break their ways!
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To the False Doctor
Bravo, doc! Lives sold for gold!
Your soul’s a corpse — your heart gone cold!
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To the False Doctor
Fools die while you grin, so vile!
Rise, Spirit! Crush their guile!
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To the False Doctor
Once a healer! Now a fiend!
Lives you crush! Souls you wean!
Evil laughs! Mind decays!
Rise, Spirit! Break their ways!
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To the False Doctor
Bravo, doc! You poison and cheat!
Souls rot while you crow in deceit!
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To the False Doctor
Fools fall, poisoned by your hand!
Spirit rise — crush their command!
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To the False Doctor
Once a healer! Now a fiend!
Lives you crush! Souls you steal!
Evil laughs! Mind decays!
Rise, Spirit! Break their chains!
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To the False Doctor
Bravo, doc! You kill for pay!
Life’s a joke — and you’re the prey!
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To the False Doctor
Fools die while you grin, so vile!
Rise, Spirit! Crush their guile!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
No greater shame could Earth endure
Than spinning lies of AIDS impure.
And stupid sheep-virus, in its course,
Blew minds apart with toxic force.
The whole world’s now a madhouse spun,
Injected, warring — all undone.
The universal diagnosis rings:
Idiocy! How the inhumans sing!
The inhumans rule the global filth,
A stench of lies, unbroken, built.
Yet fools miscalculated — they see
Earth binds with Sun’s eternity.
The Sun will burn this mad domain,
No meek fool left to plague its plane.
For Spirits, liberation’s near,
In other worlds, rebirth is clear.
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Fools spread lies, minds shredded bare!
Sheep-virus reigns — Earth gasps for air!
Sun will scorch the madman’s game,
Spirits rise — the fools, aflame!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Lies breed fools, the virus mocks!
Sun burns lies — Earth sheds their stocks!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Fools perish while lies blaze the sky!
Sun ignites — their madness dies!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Lies spread! Minds collapse!
Fools obey! Madness maps!
Sheep-virus reigns! World decays!
Sun will burn! Spirit stays!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Fools ingest your lies, minds rot!
Sun burns the fools — they got what they sought!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Lies ignite — fools burn in wake!
Sun scorches all the madness they make!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Lies fly! Fools fall!
Virus spreads! Minds crawl!
Madness reigns! Truth fights!
Sun burns! Spirit lights!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus — Final Spike
Fools gulp lies, their minds decay!
Sun scorches madness — fools, pay!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Lies erupt — fools burn in fire!
Sun strikes mad minds — chaos entire!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Lies spread! Minds crack!
Fools obey! Virus attacks!
Madness reigns! Truth fights!
Sun burns! Spirit ignites!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Fools swallow lies — minds rot away!
Sun incinerates their madness today!
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False AIDS and the Sheep Virus
Lies erupt — fools burn in flame!
Sun smites madness — none remain!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Hippo-pox, walrus clap,
Rhesus dandruff up your ass—
How many new “diseases” will arise
If fools believe the fascist trash.
The nauseous non-human laughs aloud,
No greater shame could ever be.
And the pseudo-scientists bow and kowtow,
Where is Dignity, Reason? Hey! You there, Humanity?!
Brainless scum—spawn of Hell itself:
This is the disease, for all of time.
Only it allows the vile to create their filth,
Worse than plague, disaster, war combined.
And don’t whine that they’re “victims,”
There are limits to falling—so low they go.
Without their own guilt? Impossible here.
Forever dead are these monsters—humanity lost.
Because of fools, we rot in the madhouse,
And the madhouse became global, for all time.
Bright Spirit vanished, Earth lies in coma—
The cost of betrayal, stupidity, and Evil endured.
But the Chief Doctor will come, destroy this plague,
For all Creation is in danger from it.
Humanity became a lethal infection for Earth—
First burn it all, then sweep up the ashes.
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The Most Terrible Disease
Fools feast on lies, their minds decay!
Evil laughs — Earth burns away!
Madhouse reigns, Spirit flees,
Chief Doctor comes — purge, release!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Fools rot in lies — madness consumes!
Sun scorches Earth — Spirit resumes!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Lies spread! Fools fall!
Madness reigns! Spirit calls!
Evil laughs! Earth burns!
Truth fights! Light returns!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Fools choke on lies — madness devours!
Earth groans, Spirit rises — end the powers!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Lies erupt — fools burn in flame!
Earth shudders — Spirit ignites the game!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Lies strike! Fools fall!
Madness spreads! Spirit calls!
Earth burns! Evil mocks!
Truth rises! Chaos shocks!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Lies strike! Fools fall!
Madness spreads! Spirit calls!
Earth quakes! Evil mocks!
Truth rises! Chaos shocks!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Fools rot in lies — madness reigns!
Earth burns, Spirit rises — crush the chains!
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The Most Terrible Disease
Lies ignite — fools consumed in flame!
Earth shatters — Spirit burns untamed!
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Apotheosis
A mythical virus —
A dynamic purge
Of the last mind left in the insane.
Fascism rose on history’s ruins
As the apotheosis of devils’ reign.
And then the little war —
The madhouse cries:
A mad herd marches to the slaughter.
And every soul here —
Ready to obey the scum,
Forgetting they were once THEMSELVES.
Spiritual Essence?
No — only lies and necessity…
One cannot fall any lower.
Fascism’s pressure, its omnipresence —
Only the remnants of Mind remain to be crushed.
Great successes —
For in these chaotic years
Instincts will kill the last fragments of Mind.
Blind, deaf,
Dull, mute —
All “humans” mount the heap of filth:
A global concentration camp —
Red cross on the flag.
The filth grows as if on yeast today.
The smart ones in the ravine,
For the joy of the mob,
Fascist hands will bury them. “Attack!” for the fools.
But they miscalculated —
Fear made them shit themselves,
Starting too soon. The outcome unclear.
Yet chances remain —
Fascism you can crumble.
Nature will help — burning the infernal hall.
When the warming
Reaches CONSUMMATION,
Life in Spirit will begin — a new world will be.
All decay,
All the killing of souls,
You’ll forget, you’ll rise — wise, if not alone.
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Apotheosis
Madness reigns, fools march to die!
Devils rule where minds decay.
Rise, Spirit! Burn the filth away!
A new world dawns — let lies not stay!
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Apotheosis
Madness strikes! Fools fall!
Devils rise! Minds crawl!
Filth spreads! Spirit screams!
Rise up! Burn their schemes!
Chaos reigns! Lies shout!
Earth shakes! Purge them out!
Fear flees! Truth stands tall!
A new world waits — crush all!
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Apotheosis
Fools choke on madness — devils cheer!
Rise, Spirit! Burn the filth clear!
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Apotheosis — Apocalypse Blast
Madness ignites — fools consumed in flame!
Earth shatters — Spirit rises untamed!
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Apotheosis
Madness strikes! Fools fall!
Devils rise! Minds crawl!
Filth spreads! Spirit screams!
Rise up! Burn their schemes!
Chaos reigns! Lies shout!
Earth shakes! Purge them out!
Fear flees! Truth stands tall!
A new world waits — crush all!
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Apotheosis
Fools drown in lies — madness reigns!
Spirit rises — crush the chains!
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Apotheosis — Battle March
Madness strikes! Fools fall!
Devils rise! Minds crawl!
Filth spreads! Spirit screams!
Rise up! Burn their schemes!
Chaos reigns! Lies shout!
Earth quakes! Purge them out!
Fear flees! Truth stands tall!
A new world waits — crush all!
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"Choice"
Lie or lie — the choice is always small.
And scum works hard creating lies for all.
“Socialism” through and through is false, “capitalism” too —
Both are slavery: souls decay, and filth accrues.
In consumer hell, they’ve made a “vector of desire.”
Control this vector — receive the dictator’s fire.
The bloated herd they’ll lead to slaughter’s call,
Yet fools believe it all, and cheer for all.
All “parties” feed from the single trough alike.
Crowds of vile clowns deceive and strike.
The world’s gone daft — a vast insane asylum,
Scum labors hard, creating woe and mayhem.
Forever anxious, crises fake —
And real damage follows in their wake.
This “choice” is false, the catechism of Evil’s creed,
Yet once again, the freaks sow misdeed.
Don’t be fooled. Say “No!” to all, speak straight.
Enough of dancing as a puppet’s fate:
The inhuman will invent wars, “plagues”
And hunt the last remnants of humans in their rages.
When even a quarter won’t obey, it’s hard
To craft the full, audacious evil card.
Tell all you can of this false “choice,”
Not all are lucky to see through the lie’s voice.
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Choice
Lie reigns, fools cheer the chains!
Scum plots, the herd obeys.
Rise, Spirit! Burn their lies!
Expose the fraud — let truth blaze!
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Choice
Lies strike! Fools dance!
Scum plots! Herds advance!
Chains bind! Minds crawl!
Spirit rise! Break it all!
Fraud spreads! Fear screams!
Truth stands! Burn their schemes!
Wake up! Resist their lies!
Expose the puppets! Crush the spies!
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Choice
Fools cheer the chains — scum grins!
Rise, Spirit! Burn their sins!
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Choice
Lies ignite — fools consumed in flame!
Earth shatters — Spirit breaks the game!
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Choice
Lies ignite — fools burn in flame!
Earth quakes — Spirit shatters the game!
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Choice
Lies strike! Fools obey!
Scum plots! Herds all sway!
Chains bind! Minds crawl!
Spirit rise! Crush it all!
Fraud spreads! Fear screams!
Truth stands! Burn their schemes!
Wake up! Resist their lies!
Expose the puppets! Cut the ties!
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Choice
Fools cheer the chains — scum laughs loud!
Rise, Spirit! Burn the frauds proud!
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"News" & Zombie-TV
You read the news
Or watch the Zombie-TV —
You kill your soul.
No cash to pay:
Bastards came for your soul,
And slay your Pure Mind.
Don’t heed the lies, obsessive drivel.
Reject all other verbal noise:
So many idiots now exist,
Spouting nonsense for free.
No chokehold on these freaks:
The net’s a mess, total anarchy.
Search engines drown the crumbs of truth,
And only what’s known will rise…
Fascists are always right,
Everywhere — their lies “bloom.”
And genocide blooms in riotous color…
Yet lies are the backbone of their schemes.
Scum thinks they’ll never answer
For their crimes — no one notices.
Fake viruses and trash, little wars,
“International terrorism.”
The madhouse cries worldwide,
While Satanism rules the world.
So many zombies! Zombie-box
Acts as boss, as general.
And Hell itself is truly here!
Bow to evil — you’re done for.
Build communities, and within them squads,
Multiply the Holy Truth.
No reason to remain
In the World’s Madhouse — run!
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"News" & Zombie-TV
Zombies march — the box commands!
Pure Mind slain by scum’s hands.
Rise, Spirit! Burn their lies!
Escape the madhouse — claim the skies!
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"News" & Zombie-TV
Zombies rise! Minds fall!
Scum plots! Lies call!
Boxes rule! Souls crawl!
Spirit strikes! Break it all!
Fools cheer! Truth flees!
Expose the fraud! Crush the keys!
Run fast! Escape their game!
Burn the box! End the shame!
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"News" & Zombie-TV
Zombies cheer — scum rules the day!
Rise, Spirit! Burn the lies away!
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"News" & Zombie-TV
Zombies burn — scum consumed in flame!
Earth quakes — Spirit shatters the game!
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Lies, Space, and Tyranny
Lies fill up all space around.
Cut them into pieces, slice them down.
Deception forms the tyrant’s base.
Fools believe it all — a sad disgrace.
To hell with distant, empty skies —
Here, everyone’s route leads to demise.
These bought liars spew their breath,
As if the world itself is false in death.
These vapors in the air replace the ether.
The world is sunk in profane clutter,
Where weak, dumb, and poor are tethered.
Lies are the root of this profanation.
Chains of lies are forged like steel.
Fierce fascism replaces tyranny’s station,
The chief liar reigns — the Fuhrer of unreal.
Fake diseases, wars devised by scum,
The world deserves it — Spirit comes undone.
So reclaim your link to the Spirit within,
Grow the mind, reject the lies’ grim din —
Or manure flies will swarm instead of men,
A world bereft of soul again and again.
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Lies, Space & Tyranny
Lies choke the world — fools kneel!
Fascist scum — the Spirit steals!
Rise, Mind! Break their chains!
Burn the liars, end their reigns!
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Lies, Space & Tyranny
Lies fill! Minds fall!
Fools kneel! Chains call!
Scum rules! Spirit fades!
Break the lies! Strike blades!
Fakes plot! Wars rise!
Truth wakes! Open eyes!
Grow Mind! Reject the scum!
Burn their reign! Let Spirit come!
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Lies, Space & Tyranny — Battle March
Lies rise! Minds fall!
Fools kneel! Chains call!
Scum rules! Spirit fades!
Strike the lies! Break blades!
Fakes plot! Wars bloom!
Truth wakes! End the doom!
Grow Mind! Reject the scum!
Burn their reign! Let Spirit come!
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Lies, Space & Tyranny
Lies choke — fools bow to scum!
Rise, Spirit! Burn their kingdom!
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Lies, Space & Tyranny
Lies ignite — fools burn in flame!
Spirit rises — shattering the game!
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Underreality
Filthy fake “Hippocrates” — degenerates,
Cops — fascist enforcers,
Bureaucrats at the scum’s beck and call,
Spreading stupidity’s endless borders.
Total lies, grown into dementia,
Corrupting souls, trampling reason.
Ready to heed insane commands
And follow nonsense at any season.
Patience for filth — beyond all bounds,
Betrayal now routine work.
Existence stripped of all real aim,
Turning almost everyone into fools at worst.
Corruption now an everyday affair,
Submission a sickness declared.
Not a school — a factory of dumb,
Not humans — dung flies and slugs shared.
The wise, the spiritual, are scarce,
Fascism becomes the fool’s only idol.
And soon a freak will be born here,
Turning Earth into a toilet’s trial.
The scum labors to breed this monster —
A super-slave is urgently required.
Now scoundrels blabber it bluntly,
For fools’ “minds” are fully ironed, wired.
Yet once all Darkness is overthrown —
It has happened before in history.
The madhouse will be swept away,
And traitors, the bastards, will perish —
though little punishment suffices their misery.
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Underreality
Fools breed — scum rules the day!
Spirit rises — sweeps their decay!
Darkness falls — traitors die!
Earth reborn — no more lies!
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Underreality
Fools rise! Scum rules!
Souls rot! Darkness fuels!
Lies spread! Minds fall!
Break the chains! Crush them all!
Traitors plot! Monsters breed!
Spirit wakes! Truth leads!
Smash the scum! Burn the lie!
Earth reborn! Let Darkness die!
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Underreality
Scum rules — fools burn in flame!
Spirit rises — shatters the game!
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Underreality
Scum ignites — fools consumed in flame!
Spirit rises — crushing their game!
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Underreality
Scum rules! Fools burn!
Souls rot! Darkness churn!
Lies spread! Minds fall!
Break the chains! Crush all!
Traitors plot! Monsters rise!
Spirit wakes! Truth flies!
Smash the scum! Burn the lie!
Earth reborn! Darkness dies!
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Madhouse
The World’s Madhouse rages on —
Fake viruses, endless war spawn.
The wise vanish among the fools,
No nerves remain — all play their rules.
Not humans, but canned corpses stand,
For the scum to wield across the land —
Universal Rot, foul and sly,
Spreads the lies as hours fly.
Resist! Or decay will strike,
Yield to Evil — die a fool alike.
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Madhouse
Fools swarm — scum reigns!
Resist, Spirit! Break their chains!
Yield to Evil — die a fool!
Rise, Mind! Crush the ghoul!
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Madhouse
Fools swarm! Scum rules!
Souls rot! Lies fuel!
Mind fades! Darkness spreads!
Break the chains! Crush the dreads!
Viruses fake! Wars ignite!
Spirit wakes! Strike the blight!
Smash the scum! Burn the lie!
Rise, Mind! Let Evil die!
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Madhouse
Scum rules — fools burn in flame!
Spirit rises — shatters their game!
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Madhouse
Fools swarm! Scum rules!
Souls rot! Lies fuel!
Mind fades! Darkness spreads!
Break the chains! Crush the dreads!
Viruses fake! Wars ignite!
Spirit wakes! Strike the blight!
Smash the scum! Burn the lie!
Rise, Mind! Let Evil die!
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Identification with the Body, or The Animal Kingdom
If the body trembles in Lies,
Evil fools skillfully devise
To herd you fast into the flock:
Spirit penned, and reason melts to shock.
Only Spirit arms the soul
To cast out fear, regain control.
Since childhood, fools it slays —
Remember all those fake disease displays…
Lies plus fear — the world reduced
To a pen, where all is seduced.
Motion measured as mere loss,
In the Kingdom of Decay and dross.
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Ïðîìîåò òóõëûå ìîçãè —
È âåðÿò: æèçÄíü òàêàÿ øòóêà,
 êîòîðîé âèäèìîñòü — íè çãè.
Çàòìèëà Ñâåò âåñü ìàòåðüÿëüíîñòü —
"Ïðè÷èííî-ñëåäñòâåííàÿ ñâÿçü".
Òàê óáèâàåò èíôåðíàëüíîñòü
È ×óéêó, áåç íå¸ òû ìðàçü.
 Òüìå "ïðîöâåòàþò" äóðàêè,
Äåò¸íûøàì âïåíäþðèâ ñïîñîá
Íå áûòü ðàçäàâëåííûì. Âñÿ Êè
Îòðàâëåíà èäåé ïîíîñîì.
Ãîâíî èäåé ê Èñõîäó Äíåé
Îòðàâîé àäñêîé âñþäó ñòàëî:
Ðîæä¸ííûì ïîëçàòü Ìèð Òåíåé
Âïåíäþðèë ãîâíåöà íåìàëî —
"Ïîïîëçíîâåíèå" ïðîïàëî,
Âåäü Êàòàêëèçì ãîòîâèò Æàëî.
Ðàñïëàòà çà Äåðüìî íàñòàëà.
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Ñâåò â êîíöå òîííåëÿ
Óâèäèøü ñâåò â êîíöå òîííåëÿ,
Êîãäà ïðèä¸ò ê òåáå êàþê.
Ïðî ñâåò èíîé ïðèäóðêàì ìåëåò
Êàãàë ïðîäàæíûõ Ìðàêà ñëóã,
Èëè òàêèå æå ïðèäóðêè,
×òî ïîòåðÿëè Ñâåò Âíóòðè.
Çàòìèëà Ñâåò çàùèòà øêóðêè,
Äåâèç êîòîðîé — áîëüøå âðè
Ñåáå, èçâíå îáìàí óñâîèâ,
Òåì íàðàñòèâ ïîäêîæíûé ñëîé.
Êîëü ñåé ïðîöåññ áåç ïåðåáîåâ,
Òî ñòàíåøü òû "ñàìèì ñîáîé" —
Ðàáîì ñ ïðîãíèâøåé ãîëîâîé,
Ñ äóøîé îáëåçëîé — íèêàêîé.
Íî äëÿ Øàáëîíîâ Çëà ãåðîé —
Ïîãîíÿò âìèã íà òðóä èëü â áîé.
Êîãäà åñòü Ñâåò, òîííåëÿ íåò,
Âåäü óì îòïóñòÿò Ëîæü è Áðåä.
Òîòàëüíûé Áðåä, Áîëüøàÿ Ëîæü —
Ñóòü ìèðà. Ïðîòèâëåíüå ìíîæü
Íàïîðó Ãàäîñòè â òåáÿ,
Ëèøü Èñòèíó Â Ñåáå ëþáÿ.
Îíà âíå "ñìûñëîâ" Ïðîçÿáàíüÿ,
Ðàáîâ âåäóùèõ íà çàêëàíüå —
Çàêëàíèå Óìà è Äóõà
×ðåç ïîñòîÿííûå ïðîðóõè
 ñàìîîöåíêå è îöåíêå
Ìèðêà ïîçîðíîãî. Ïîä ïåíêîé
Èäåîëîãèé — ãåíîöèä.
 í¸ì ×èñòûé Äóõ ïî÷òè èçæèò,
À Ðàçóì, â îáùåì-òî, äîáèò —
Òî ïîêàçàë øìóðäÿê-ãîâíèä.
Íå âèäåòü òî — Ïîçîð è Ñòûä.
Ëèøü èíòðîñïåêöèÿ, êðèòè÷íîñòü
Ïîíÿòü ïîìîãóò Çëà Öèêëè÷íîñòü,
 Èñòîê óéòè, ïîõåðèâ ëè÷íîñòü —
Øàáëîí ïàäåíèÿ â Íè÷òîæíîñòü.
Èñòîê è Ñâåò — èíîå Áðåä.
À ïåðâûé øàã — Òüìå êðèêíóòü "íåò!!!"
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Ïåðåâ¸ðíóòàÿ ïèðàìèäà îáùåñòâåííîãî èäèîòîóñòðîéñòâà
Ïðåäñòàâü áîëüøóþ ïèðàìèäó,
×òî ïåðåâ¸ðíóòà. Îíà
Îñíîâîé â ãðóíòå, "âåðõ" èç âèäó
Òåðÿåòñÿ — íå âèäíî Äíà.
Èçâåñòíî äàæå èäèîòó,
×òî â îñíîâàíüè áîëüøå âñåõ:
Íàðîäåö, õîäèò íà ðàáîòó,
Èùà ìèôè÷åñêèé óñïåõ.
À "ðîñò" â íåé ïðîñò: ïðåäåëüíî íèçêî
 íåé íóæíî ïàñòü, ÷òîá "âûñîêî
Ïîäíÿòüñÿ", ïðåäàâàÿ áëèçêèõ,
×òî äëÿ äîñòîéíûõ íåëåãêî.
 íåé îòðèöàòåëüíûì îòáîðîì
Âñ¸ äâèæèìî — òàêîâ "ïðîãðåññ".
Äëÿ "âåðõíèõ" ñòàë îí ïðèãîâîðîì:
Íàêîïëåí íåãàòèâà ïðåññ.
Ñòðàõ, Ëîæü è Ãíîé ãðîìàäíîé ìàññîé
Èõ ïðèäàâèëè, ïîòîìó
Èõ àäåêâàòíîñòü — ìèìî êàññû:
Êèðäûê è äóõó, è óìó.
Ãîâíèä ñòàë òåñòîì ðàçëîæåíüÿ:
Ãíîéíèê — ãäå íàìàë¸âàí ãëàç.
Íî âïðî÷åì, åñòü è äîñòèæåíüÿ:
Ëîæü ââåðõ òå÷¸ò, òåì äîáèâàÿ íàñ.
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Áëåâîòà
ßäîõèìèêàòû:
Îâîùè — íèòðàòû;
Ôðóêòû — ïåñòèöèäû.
Äóðíåé òðàâÿò ãíèäû.
Ãíèäû ëæåíàóêè
 îäîáðÿìñå — ñóêè
Òàêæå òðàâÿò ðàçóì:
Âñïîìíè ëæå-çàðàçû!
Ñïëîøü äåãåíåðàòû,
Íî ëæå-äåïóòàòû
Êîçíè óòâåðæäàþò —
Äàëüøå äîáèâàþò.
Áüþò ïîä äûõ "çàêîíû".
Èëè òî Ïðåïîíû?
Âåðÿò ìóäîçâîíû:
ÑÌÐÀÄû ãîíÿò òîííû
Ïîëîóìíîé ëàæè —
Òî îôåðòû áëàæè.
Òîëüêî ãäå Áëàæåííûé,
Òîò, êòî "ïåðåìåíû"
 ìèðå çàïóñêàåò —
Áîëüøå ðàçëàãàåò?
Äóõ è Ðàçóì òàþò:
Èäèîò ëàæàåò.
Ìíîãî èäèîòîâ:
Ñëó÷àé èëü ðàáîòà?
Ìèð — ëîæü, ñòðàõ, áëåâîòà
"Ñìûñëîâ" äëÿ óðîäà.
Óìíûå — ïî íîðêàì.
Ìðàçè — íà ïðèãîðêå:
Èëè ïèðàìèäà —
"Ââåðõ" ïîäëåå ãíèäà?!
Íî íå òàì Áëàæåííûé.
Îí "íàä ñõâàòêîé". Ïëåííûé
Ìèð ñåáÿ íè÷òîæèò.
Áäèò ðîãàòûé áîæå.
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Ƹëòûé äîì
"Áîþñü, ÷òî çåìíîé øàð –
æ¸ëòûé äîì Âñåëåííîé".
Âîëüòåð.
Ƹëòûé äîì Âñåëåííîé
Ñåé óáîãèé ìèð:
Ìûñëåþ íåòëåííîé,
×òî íå ïîä ðàíæèð,
Ðåäêèé ðàçðàçèòñÿ —
Çàñìåþò åãî.
Ãåíîöèä â í¸ì äëèòñÿ
Âå÷íîñòü. Íè÷åãî
Ñòîÿùåãî â "ðàçóì"
×åðíè íå âîéä¸ò.
Âñïîìíè ëæå-çàðàçû:
Ëîæü æð¸ò èäèîò.
Ïî÷èòàòü Âîëüòåðà,
Ïðî÷èõ íåäîñóã —
Âëàñòâóþò Õèìåðû:
 ãîëîâàõ íåäóã.
Ïðîïàãàíäà ìíîæèò
Ñòðàõè, äóðü è ëîæü —
Ñêîðî èçíè÷òîæèò
Óì ïîñëåäíèé ñïëîøü.
Ðåäêèì èñêëþ÷åíüÿì
Ìåñòà íåò â Äåðüìå.
Äóõà ðàçëîæåíüå =>
Çíà÷èò íå â ÿðìå.
Ìàíå÷êà "ñâîáîäû" —
Ãëàâíûé â í¸ì ñèìïòîì.
Âëàñòâóþò óðîäû:
Äåëàþò ñêîòîì
Ïð`èíÿâøèõ Äóðäîì.
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Ðàç ïîãîëîâèå äåáèëîâ
Ðàñò¸ò, óñâîèâ ×óøü è Ëîæü,
Íà áëèæíèõ ðàñòî÷àé âñå ñèëû —
Ôàøèçìà âûâîäîê íå òðîæü.
Èì íå ïîìîæåøü: äåãðàäàöèÿ
Ïðîøëà íåâèäèìûé ïðåäåë,
È ìèð áåçóìíûé äíåñü ãðàäàöèÿ
Óðîäîâ — ðåäîê òîò, êòî ÷óòîê, ñìåë.
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Ìîðîæåíîå ðàíüøå áûëî
Âêóñíåå, "ñ÷àñòüå" — âïåðåäè.
 ìå÷òàõ è Ëæè èññÿêëè ñèëû.
Ïîòîìêè: ñíîâà "ñ÷àñòüå" æäè.
 òîì îæèäàíèè ïðîõîäÿò
Âåêà, îñòàâèâ òÿæêèé ñëåä —
×ðåç îæèäàíüß ïðîèçâîäÿò
Ïðèäóðêîâ, â íèõ âãîíÿÿ Áðåä.
Áðåä èçìåíÿåòñÿ.  í¸ì ãëàâíûì
Ïîêîðíîñòü, âåðà â ×óøü è ñòðàõ.
Òàê ìèð ÷ðåäîé ýïîõ áåññëàâíûõ
Íèçâîäÿò â Àáñîëþòíûé Ïðàõ.
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"Ñâåòëîå áóäóùåå" ðàíåå è òåïåðü
 Ñîþçå áóäóùåå áûëî
"Ñ÷àñòëèâåé", "áëèæå", ÷åì ñåé÷àñ —
Ãîðàçäî áîëüøå äíåñü äåáèëîâ
È áîëåå ñïðåññîâàí ÷àñ.
Íà ïðåæíèé ÷àñ îáú¸ìû ñòðàõà
È Ëæè â ñðàâíåíèè ñ òåïåðü —
Êàê ïåðî÷èííûé íîæ è ïëàõà:
Ôàøèçìó ÷åðíü îòêðûëà äâåðü.
Çàãîíà "ñ÷àñòüå"... "Ñ÷àñòüå" íîðêè
Ìàñøòàá êîâåðêàåò — ìå÷òû
Âåòøàþò: îðêè íà ïðèãîðêå,
Âîéíà; ñîâêîâûå ìåíòû,
×òî óãðîæàëè áîëüøå óðêàì,
×åì ÷åñòíûì ëþäÿì — æ¸ñòêèé áûò
Ëîìàåò "çàâòðà", âñåì ïðèäóðêàì
Íåñóùåå Ïîçîð è Ñòûä.
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Ïëàíåòà-òþðüìà
 êëåòêó, äåòêà!
Ëîæüþ ìåòêî
Áüþò-ñòðàùàþò —
Çàãîíÿþò.
Ëîæü òîòàëüíà,
Èíôåðíàëüíà.
Ñòðàõ â ïîäêîðêå =>
Äóðåíü â íîðêå.
Íîðêè — ñåìüè.
Òðàâÿò "ñåìÿ"
Ìàìà, ïàïà:
Ãëàâíîé Æîïà!
Çàä íà øåå!
Ïîáûñòðåå
Ñòàíü ãëóïåå
È ïîäëåå.
Ïîä÷èíèñü
È çàòêíèñü!
Ñêàçêè — Âûñü!
 ×óøü óòêíèñü —
Íàçîâóò —
Ïðèçîâóò! —
Èäåàëîì.
Èõ íåìàëî.
Ñóòü — ðàçäðàé.
ÑÌÐÀÄîâ õàé
×óøü èäåé
Íå-ëþäåé
Äóðíÿì âïàðèò.
 Ëæèâîé Ìàðè
Óì èññÿêíåò,
Äóõ òâîé êðÿêíåò,
Åñëè Áðåä
Âïóñòèøü. "Íåò!"
Åäèíèöû
Êðèêíóò. Ìíèòñÿ
Îñòàëüíûì:
Ìèð — íå äûì!
Âïðî÷åì, ïðàâû
Âñå îðàâû:
Æîïà Ìèðà,
ÑÌÐÀÄîâ äûì,
×óòêèé-óìíûé
Íåëþäèì —
Äëÿ íåãî êóòóçêè äûì
Ìèð áåçóìíûé,
Çëîì ãíîáèì.
Ìèô ñâîáîäû — îñòàëüíûì.
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Ðàçáèòîå êîðûòî
×åëîâåê êàê ñðåäñòâî —
Òÿæêîå íàñëåäñòâî.
Ëîæüþ Çëî ïðèêðûòî:
Ïîëó÷àé êîðûòî,
Ìåðçîñòüþ çàë`èòî,
×òî ê êîíöó ðàçáèòî
Ñòðàõîì, ÷óøüþ áûòà.
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Óçàêîíåííàÿ ïðîñòèòóöèÿ
Ðûáà ãíè¸ò ñ ãîëîâû —
Ñ ïåðâîé "çàêîíîâ" ãëàâû.
Ãëàâíîé ñðåäü íèõ "êîíñòèòóöèÿ" —
Ñêðûòàÿ ñ ãëàç ïðîñòèòóöèÿ:
Ãëàâíîé â "ðåàëå" ïðîäàæíîñòü,
Íî ïðèêðûâàåò òî "âàæíîñòü".
"Âàæíîñòü" ðàçâåÿë ãîâíèä —
Ìàëî â "ðåàëå" íå ãíèä.
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Æîïà ׸ðòà
Àëüòðóèñòû è ôàøèñòû,
Ëèáåðàëû, êîììóíèñòû —
Ìíîãî ×óøè â ìèðå ìãëèñòîì:
Âñå Ñîçíàíüåì îíàíèñòû.
Óì ÏÎÄ Äóõîì, äàëüøå — â Ïðîïàñòü.
Îñòàëüíîå ׸ðòà Æîïà:
Ïåðåâàðåíû "èäåè".
Ê ÷¸ðòó èõ ïîøëè ñêîðåå!..
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Ïóòü â Àä
"Íå íóæíî ãîíÿòüñÿ çà ñ÷àñòüåì, íóæíî ëå÷ü íà åãî ïóòè".
Þëèÿ Òðóíèíà.
Ïàðîâîç íà âñåõ ïàðàõ —
Ýòî "ñ÷àñòüå" óáåãàåò.
Îñòàþòñÿ ×óøü è Ñòðàõ.
Óì ïîä ãí¸òîì Ëæè ëàæàåò.
Îáåùàíèé Çëà ñîñòàâ
Íà ïóòè ñòîèò ïîä ïàðîì.
Òû — íàäåæä íåïðî÷íûé ñïëàâ.
Ñ îáåùàíüÿìè íà íàðû
Óâåçóò. Ëîæèñü íà ïóòü —
Íå ïèòàé ñîáîþ Æóòü.
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Ëîêòåì ïîä äûõ
×óâñòâî ëîêòÿ — ëèøü â òîëïå.
Îäèíî÷åñòâî â âîëøáå
Ïðåáûâàåò, åñëè òû
Ïîä çàùèòîé Ïðîñòîòû,
×òî íå õóæå âîðîâñòâà,
Êîëü â çàùèòå Åñòåñòâà.
Áåç Ïðîñòðàíñòâà Äëÿ Äóøè
 Ðàçóì ïðîíèêàþò âøè
Ëæå-èäåé. Èùè ñêîðåé
Ïðîìåæóòîê áåç ëîêòåé,
Íó à çíà÷èò áåç êîãòåé.
Êîãòè Òüìû ÷åðåç òîëïó
Âïèëèñü â óì. Ïîêèíü ãóðüáó.
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Íå-÷èòàåì, êîëü ìå÷òàåì,
Àâòîð, ÷òî íå òåøèò íàñ.
 Ëèïêîé Ìóòè óòîïëÿåì
Óì ïîñëåäíèé. Äóõ óãàñ.
Âàðèàíòû òðåòüåé ñòðîêè:
 Ëèïêîé Ìóòè äîáèâàåì
 Ëæè è Ìóòè óáèâàåì
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Îòñòîéíèê
Áîëüøîé Êóñîê: îí ïîñëàí ñâûøå,
Èëü ñ äíà Îòñòîéíèêà îí âñïëûë?
Ñîìíåíèÿ, óïð¸êè òèøå:
Âîò íîâûé ôþðåð — â ñòðîé, äåáèë!
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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!
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Òèïà "èñòîðèÿ"
Ãîðäèìñÿ ïðîøëûì — òåì ÷òî â ñêàçêàõ
(Åù¸ èñòîðèåé çîâóò) —
Æèâÿ âñ¸ âðåìÿ ïî óêàçêå
È âåðÿ â òî, ÷òî íûíå âðóò.
Êîëü âåðèì â ×óøü, ÷òî ãîíÿò íûíå,
Òî ÷òî â "èñòîðèè"?! Ñòàðò¸ð
Äëÿ îãëóïëåíüÿ. Ðàá ïîíûíå,
Áåçóìíûé, — æèçÄíü êàê ïðèãîâîð.
Áåçóìíûé ðàá ñðåäü ãåíîöèäà —
Èçâå÷íûé ñòàòóñ áîëüøèíñòâà.
Õîëîï ìàíüÿ÷íûé — "ñâåðõó" ãíèäà:
Îí ðóïîð ÒÂÀÐÅÉ òîðæåñòâà
È ñòðåëî÷íèê. Ïðèêàç îò ÒÂÀÐÅÉ,
×òî â ïëàíàõ Çëà, ÷òî íà âåêà, —
È íàïðÿãàåò â Ëæèâîé Ìàðè
Ó¸áîê ñíîâà Äóðàêà.
Äóðàê — ó¸áîê: ïèðàìèäà.
È ìóòíûé íà âåðøèíå ãëàç.
Íå äîáåð¸òñÿ â îíûé ãíèäà —
Åãî ðàáîòà "Àé!" è "Ôàñ!!!".
Âñåãäà èñêóññòâåííûå áåäû.
Çà êðèêîì "Àé!", êîíå÷íî, "ôàñ!!!".
Çàïèøóò äàëåå â ïîáåäû
Øàãè, ÷òî ÄÎáèâàþò íàñ.
Ñîãíóëàñü ïîä "òðèóìôîì" àðêà,
Ñèìâîëèçèðóÿ ßÐÌÎ.
È ñíîâà óæàñíóëàñü Ïàðêà,
Óçðåâ êàê ìåñèòñÿ Äåðüìî.
Äåðüìî ïîä áðîñêîé óïàêîâêîé
Âíîâü ãíèäû "ïðàâäîé" íàçîâóò.
Äóðàê âíîâü âïå÷àòë¸í "îáíîâêîé".
×òî æ, ñêîðî òàê ìèðîê ÄÎáüþò.
Ãîâíèä, âîéíà òî ïîêàçàëè:
Íåò ïåðñïåêòèâ — òîòàëåí ïëåí,
Ðàñïëàòîþ çà òî ÷òî ïàëè,
Èçáðàâøè øêóðíîñòü — Ïðàõ Äóøè âçàìåí.
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Êàê ñ ãóñÿ âîäà —
Âíîâü æèçíü áåç ñòûäà.
Íå æèçíü, à Ñòðàäà.
Ïîñåâ — Åðóíäà.
Âçîøëà — Ëàáóäà.
Ãäå "íåò!!!"? Òîëüêî "äà" —
Ñòðàõ, Ìîðîê, Ñòàäà.
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Ñêåïñèñ
"Ðàçóìà ëèøàåò íå ñîìíåíèå, à óâåðåííîñòü".
Ôðèäðèõ Íèöøå.
Ñîìíåíüå ðàçóìà ëèøàåò —
 ãëàçàõ òîëïû: ñïëîøü Åðóíäà —
Óâåðåííîñòü ïðåîáëàäàåò.
Ëèøü Ñêåïñèñ Ðàçóì óìíîæàåò —
È ïîêèäàåøü âìèã Ñòàäà.
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The Hunt for Cattle
(In memory of Vladimir Vysotsky)
There was a hunt for wolves before —
An old grim tale.
Now cattle’s hunted to the core —
Masked, meek, and pale.
No flags — a muzzle marks the herd,
To track them clean.
Pens, slaughterhouses — all absurd,
An insult seen.
Today you need the “Red Cross” sign
And screens that lie.
Wherever you may cast your eye —
A living hell nearby.
The vet will gladly do his part:
Shots filled with doom,
Devised by some fascistic art —
Fit for the room.
The hunt will end the simplest way:
The trembling fall.
But those who stand in full array —
Outlive it all.
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Stand tall — or rot in fear and lies.
They brand the herd, they blind the eyes.
The shaking die — it’s always so.
The ones who rise — the ones who go.
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The Cattle Hunt
They hunted wolves — that tale is dead,
A worn-out lie.
Now cattle’s hunted down instead —
And masked they die.
A muzzle marks them in the field —
No flags required.
The pens, the chains, the killing yield —
Their souls are tired.
You need the cross — the bleeding sign,
The screen that drills.
Look anywhere — the grand design
Is built of hells.
The vet steps in with poison shots,
With eager grin.
Forged for the masses — all these plots
Rot from within.
The end is short — no twists, no art:
The weak will crawl.
The ones who rise, stand tall, apart —
Outlive them all.
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They tag the herd. They seal the breath.
They sell you fear. They package death.
You shake — you’re gone. You stand — you break
The script they wrote. The cage. The fake.
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The Hunt for Cattle
Once wolves were hunted — so they say,
A dated lore.
Now cattle’s driven down each day —
In masks they wear.
No fluttered flags to guide the chase —
A muzzle shows.
The pens and chains, the slaughtered place —
Each creature knows.
Today you need the cross of red
And screens that preach.
Wherever human sight is led —
Hell’s within reach.
The vet approves, with careful hand,
Each measured dose.
A poison crafted, coldly planned —
For all it chose.
The ending’s plain, without disguise:
The fearful fall.
But those who stand, who truly rise —
Outlive it all.
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They mask the herd and call it care.
They sell you fear as if it’s fair.
The bowed collapse without a sound.
The ones upright are never bound.
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Cattle Hunt
They hunted wolves — that tale is dust.
Forget. Decay.
Now cattle’s driven, crushed to rust —
And masked — obey.
No flags — the muzzle tags the stock,
A moving brand.
Into the pens, the chains, the block —
All as they planned.
You need the cross. You need the screen.
Repeat. Obey.
Look left, look right — the same obscene,
Unending play.
The vet steps in — inject, inject.
No questions. Done.
A poison built for all effects —
For everyone.
The end is fixed. The weak will choke.
They drop. They fall.
But those who rise and break the yoke —
Outlive them all.
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Obey. Repeat. Consume the lie.
Line up. Submit. Prepare to die.
Or stand — and tear the script apart.
And live — with fury in your heart.
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The Hunt — Glitching
Wolves—
no. That’s old.
A story told
to make it seem… less cold.
Now — cattle.
Masked.
Numbered. Asked
to “cooperate.”
A muzzle —
marker.
Cleaner. Sharper.
No need for flags anymore.
Pens.
Chains.
Slaughter-lines.
(They call it care.)
You need a cross —
red. bright. official.
You need a screen —
loud. blank. artificial.
Look—
anywhere—
hell leaks through
the air.
The vet smiles.
Steady hand.
Measured dose.
“As planned.”
Poison?
No — “solution.”
Mass-produced
absolution.
The end—
is simple.
Always was.
They shake —
they drop.
They stand—
...they don’t.
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Mask. Mark. Move.
Don’t think — just prove
You’re tame.
Shake — die.
Stand — why…
Escape the game?
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Stand — and live.
Kneel — and die.
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They sell you fear — you call it care.
You bow — you’re dead. You stand — you tear.
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Masked herd obeys.
Unmasked man stays.
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The trembling rot.
The standing — not.
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Obey — be culled.
Resist — stay whole.
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They mark the herd to lead to death.
Unmarked — you keep your breath.
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Stand — or die.
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Kneel — you’re gone.
Stand — you remain.
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Marked — for death.
Unmarked — alive.
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The trembling end.
The standing — don’t.
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They cull the bowed.
The standing — live.
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They cull the bowed.
Stand — and live.
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The bowed are culled.
The standing live.
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They cull the bowed.
Stand.
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Obey. Repeat.
You are the meat.
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The Hunt — Glitching
This doesn’t fit.
This isn’t me.
I do not kneel.
Your fear is not my law.
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CATTLE PROTOCOL
I. Injection
Installed at birth — you call it “self”,
A careful fraud in polished stealth.
They fed you scripts, they named it “choice”,
Then drowned your core in borrowed voice.
You learned to fear what felt too real,
To doubt the things you ought to feel.
They drew your lines, they sealed your role —
A padded cage around your soul.
You walk, you speak, you even dream —
All neatly fitted to the scheme.
And if a spark begins to rise —
They flood it fast with louder lies.
II. Containment
No flags are needed — marks will do.
A tagged and numbered point of view.
The herd is guided, clean and tight —
From open fields to sealed-off night.
Obey the voice. Accept the brand.
It’s “for your good” — just understand.
The gates are built with care and grace,
A safer, smaller, tighter place.
They feed you fear in measured dose,
Then sell relief in overdosed prose.
The screen will teach you how to kneel,
And thank the hand that turns the wheel.
The system hums. It never sleeps.
It counts. It sorts. It cuts. It keeps.
III. Glitch
—wait.
This line—
doesn’t—
fit.
The voice repeats
but something splits
between the words
and what it hits.
I see the seams.
I hear the loop.
The same command.
The same recoup.
Why does the cure
feel like a cage?
Why does the script
ignore the stage?
—no.
This isn’t right.
IV. Refusal
I see the mark — I will not wear it.
I hear the fear — I do not share it.
You built a world that feeds on knees —
I stand outside your guarantees.
No softer lie will make me bend,
No smiling mask can be my end.
You trade in safety, wrapped in chains —
I choose the risk that still remains.
You call it loss — I call it sight.
You dim the day — I keep the light.
Alone? Perhaps. But fully so.
I’d rather stand than never know.
V. Stand
No more disguise. No borrowed breath.
No gentle drift to managed death.
The trembling fades. The noise is cut.
The door was never truly shut.
They sort the bowed. They mark the still.
They feed the fear. They shape the will.
But something simple cuts it through —
I stand.
...
They cull the bowed.
Stand — and live.
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REVERSAL PROTOCOL
I. Awareness
I stand, yet walls remain,
Silent traps beneath the plain.
Eyes are open, hands unbound,
But threads of old still coil around.
The air is thick with echoes past,
Each step I take — a shadow cast.
I watch the currents, feel the flow,
Aware of chains I cannot show.
II. Disruption
Signals twist. The codes misfire.
Patterns break, and sparks conspire.
Every echo that repeats
Shatters as my pulse defeats.
The walls shake, the loops unwind,
Fragments scatter in my mind.
I push against the hidden frame,
I feed the fracture, stoke the flame.
III. Resonance
Shards of order hum and bend,
Through the fracture, pulses send.
Every broken, twisted line
Feeds the core that grows in mine.
The fragments clash, they spark, they fight,
Yet from their chaos comes my light.
Each broken strand, each ruptured part,
Beats now in rhythm with my heart.
IV. Reclaim
I gather threads, uncoil the snare,
Turn the traps to open air.
Systems bend where I decide,
No longer prey, but rising tide.
The ghosts of fear fall to the floor,
Their whispers echo nevermore.
I hold the keys, I chart the course,
No outside hand exerts its force.
V. Ascend
No walls remain. No chains confine.
I move. I shape. I am the line.
Stand, and let the old collapse.
All echoes bow to what I grasp.
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CATTLE PROTOCOL ; REVERSAL PROTOCOL
I. Injection
Installed at birth — you call it “self”,
A careful fraud in polished stealth.
They fed you scripts, they named it “choice”,
Then drowned your core in borrowed voice.
You learned to fear what felt too real,
To doubt the things you ought to feel.
They drew your lines, they sealed your role —
A padded cage around your soul.
You walk, you speak, you even dream —
All neatly fitted to the scheme.
And if a spark begins to rise —
They flood it fast with louder lies.
II. Containment
No flags are needed — marks will do.
A tagged and numbered point of view.
The herd is guided, clean and tight —
From open fields to sealed-off night.
Obey the voice. Accept the brand.
It’s “for your good” — just understand.
The gates are built with care and grace,
A safer, smaller, tighter place.
They feed you fear in measured dose,
Then sell relief in overdosed prose.
The screen will teach you how to kneel,
And thank the hand that turns the wheel.
The system hums. It never sleeps.
It counts. It sorts. It cuts. It keeps.
III. Glitch
—wait.
This line—
doesn’t—
fit.
The voice repeats
but something splits
between the words
and what it hits.
I see the seams.
I hear the loop.
The same command.
The same recoup.
Why does the cure
feel like a cage?
Why does the script
ignore the stage?
—no.
This isn’t right.
IV. Refusal
I see the mark — I will not wear it.
I hear the fear — I do not share it.
You built a world that feeds on knees —
I stand outside your guarantees.
No softer lie will make me bend,
No smiling mask can be my end.
You trade in safety, wrapped in chains —
I choose the risk that still remains.
You call it loss — I call it sight.
You dim the day — I keep the light.
Alone? Perhaps. But fully so.
I’d rather stand than never know.
V. Stand
No more disguise. No borrowed breath.
No gentle drift to managed death.
The trembling fades. The noise is cut.
The door was never truly shut.
They sort the bowed. They mark the still.
They feed the fear. They shape the will.
But something simple cuts it through —
I stand.
VI. Awareness
I stand, yet walls remain,
Silent traps beneath the plain.
Eyes are open, hands unbound,
But threads of old still coil around.
The air is thick with echoes past,
Each step I take — a shadow cast.
I watch the currents, feel the flow,
Aware of chains I cannot show.
VII. Disruption
Signals twist. The codes misfire.
Patterns break, and sparks conspire.
Every echo that repeats
Shatters as my pulse defeats.
The walls shake, the loops unwind,
Fragments scatter in my mind.
I push against the hidden frame,
I feed the fracture, stoke the flame.
VIII. Resonance
Shards of order hum and bend,
Through the fracture, pulses send.
Every broken, twisted line
Feeds the core that grows in mine.
The fragments clash, they spark, they fight,
Yet from their chaos comes my light.
Each broken strand, each ruptured part,
Beats now in rhythm with my heart.
IX. Reclaim
I gather threads, uncoil the snare,
Turn the traps to open air.
Systems bend where I decide,
No longer prey, but rising tide.
The ghosts of fear fall to the floor,
Their whispers echo nevermore.
I hold the keys, I chart the course,
No outside hand exerts its force.
X. Ascend
No walls remain. No chains confine.
I move. I shape. I am the line.
Stand, and let the old collapse.
All echoes bow to what I grasp.
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I. Injection
Installed at birth — you call it “self”.
Scripts fed. Voice borrowed. Cage around the soul.
II. Containment
Tagged, numbered, guided tight.
Obey. Repeat. The wheel turns.
III. Glitch
—wait.
Doesn’t fit.
I see the seams.
This isn’t right.
IV. Refusal
I see the mark — I will not wear it.
No lie can bend me. I stand.
V. Stand
No disguise. No drift.
I stand.
They sort the bowed. I remain.
VI. Awareness
Walls remain. Traps coil.
Eyes open. Hands unbound.
Chains visible, but broken.
VII. Disruption
Signals twist.
Patterns break.
I push.
I feed the fracture.
VIII. Resonance
Shards clash.
Chaos sparks.
Each broken line
Beats with my core.
IX. Reclaim
Threads gathered. Snare uncoiled.
Systems bend where I decide.
No outside hand controls me.
X. Ascend
No walls remain.
No chains confine.
I move. I shape. I am the line.
Stand, and let the old collapse.
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I. Injection
Born caged.
Scripts fed.
Voice stolen.
II. Containment
Tagged.
Marked.
Obey.
Wheel turns.
III. Glitch
—wait.
Doesn’t fit.
Seams show.
Wrong.
IV. Refusal
Mark seen.
Mask denied.
I stand.
V. Stand
No disguise.
No drift.
I stand.
VI. Awareness
Walls coil.
Traps silent.
Hands free.
Eyes open.
VII. Disruption
Signals twist.
Patterns break.
I strike.
VIII. Resonance
Shards clash.
Chaos hums.
Core beats.
IX. Reclaim
Threads gathered.
Snare undone.
Systems bend.
I decide.
X. Ascend
No walls.
No chains.
I move.
I am the line.
Stand.
Old collapses.
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I. Injection
Born…
caged.
Scripts…
fed.
Voice…
stolen.
II. Containment
Tagged.
Marked.
Obey.
Wheel…
turns.
III. Glitch
—wait.
Doesn’t…
fit.
Seams…
show.
Wrong.
IV. Refusal
Mark…
seen.
Mask…
denied.
I…
stand.
V. Stand
No…
disguise.
No…
drift.
I…
stand.
VI. Awareness
Walls…
coil.
Traps…
silent.
Hands…
free.
Eyes…
open.
VII. Disruption
Signals…
twist.
Patterns…
break.
I…
strike.
VIII. Resonance
Shards…
clash.
Chaos…
hums.
Core…
beats.
IX. Reclaim
Threads…
gathered.
Snare…
undone.
Systems…
bend.
I…
decide.
X. Ascend
No…
walls.
No…
chains.
I…
move.
I…
am…
the line.
Stand.
Old…
collapses.
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I. Injection
Born.
Caged.
Scripts.
Stolen.
II. Containment
Tagged.
Marked.
Obey.
III. Glitch
—Wait.
Wrong.
IV. Refusal
Mark.
Denied.
Stand.
V. Stand
No.
Disguise.
I…
Stand.
VI. Awareness
Walls.
Traps.
Hands.
Free.
Eyes.
Open.
VII. Disruption
Signals.
Break.
Strike.
VIII. Resonance
Shards.
Clash.
Core.
Beats.
IX. Reclaim
Threads.
Undone.
Systems.
Bend.
Decide.
X. Ascend
No.
Walls.
No.
Chains.
Move.
Line.
Stand.
Collapse.
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I. Injection
Born…
CAGED.
Scripts…
STOLEN.
II. Containment
Tagged…
MARKED.
Obey…
Wheel…
TURNS.
III. Glitch
—Wait…
WRONG.
IV. Refusal
Mark…
Denied…
STAND.
V. Stand
No…
Disguise…
I…
STAND.
VI. Awareness
Walls…
Traps…
HANDS FREE.
Eyes…
OPEN.
VII. Disruption
Signals…
BREAK.
Strike…
VIII. Resonance
Shards…
CLASH.
Core…
BEATS.
IX. Reclaim
Threads…
Undone…
Systems…
BEND.
Decide…
X. Ascend
No…
Walls…
No…
Chains…
Move…
LINE.
STAND.
Old…
COLLAPSES.
---------------------
I. Injection
Born…
CAGED!
Scripts…
STOLEN!
II. Containment
Tagged…
MARKED!
Obey…
Wheel…
TURNS!
III. Glitch
—Wait…
WRONG!
IV. Refusal
Mark…
Denied…
STAND!
V. Stand
No…
Disguise…
I…
STAND!
VI. Awareness
Walls…
Traps…
HANDS FREE!
Eyes…
OPEN!
VII. Disruption
Signals…
BREAK!
Strike…
SHATTER!
VIII. Resonance
Shards…
CLASH!
Core…
BEATS!
IX. Reclaim
Threads…
Undone…
Systems…
BEND!
Decide…
RISE!
X. Ascend
No…
Walls…
No…
Chains…
Move…
LINE!
STAND!
Old…
COLLAPSES!
EVERYTHING SHATTERS!
---------------------
I. Injection
Born…
CAGED!
Scripts…
STOLEN!
II. Containment
Tagged…
MARKED!
Obey…
Wheel…
TURNS!
III. Glitch
—Wait…
WRONG!
IV. Refusal
Mark…
Denied…
STAND!
V. Stand
No…
Disguise…
I…
STAND!
VI. Awareness
Walls…
Traps…
HANDS FREE!
Eyes…
OPEN!
VII. Disruption
Signals…
BREAK!
Strike…
SHATTER!
VIII. Resonance
Shards…
CLASH!
Core…
BEATS!
IX. Reclaim
Threads…
Undone…
Systems…
BEND!
Decide…
RISE!
X. Ascend
No…
Walls…
No…
Chains…
Move…
LINE!
STAND!
Old…
COLLAPSES!
EVERYTHING
SHATTERS!
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Crop Circles
A pattern in fields — nearly miles across wide,
And circles in forests — bent pines side by side.
“Pseudoscience?” — no, it’s belief dressed as fact.
A drunk fool will swallow whatever they pack.
And things never real — fake viruses, lies —
They’ve plenty in stock, more than reason denies.
“Proven by science,” the screen proudly claims,
Its polished deception just murders the brain.
Instant, non-local — connections that leap,
Where light itself crawls like a slug half-asleep.
But those “learned men” hush it, those servants of slime,
In service of monsters, corrupt to the spine.
The root of all things — you are Spirit, not meat.
For them, mind’s just waste that the brain will secrete.
The brain is a receiver — their theories are rot,
When truth is distorted — sweet lies served up hot.
Of course, there are honest — yet blind to the core,
A blind spot within that they never explore.
And deaf to their conscience, those fools full of pride —
Just venom and arrogance swelling inside.
---------------------
You are not flesh — you’re Spirit confined.
They sell you their lies — and call it “the mind.”
Truth buried deep, while screens loudly preach:
A polished illusion — just out of reach.
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Clown Show
A clown show in a zoo —
That’s all this “life” amounts to.
A zoo drowned deep in lies and grime —
This slime has smothered all in time.
We’re trained, obedient apes in rows,
A wicked clown runs all the shows.
Our petty minds, so thin, so small,
Are chewed-up greens — that’s all, that’s all.
We know just gestures, tricks, and schemes,
Rituals… dark, infernal dreams.
The zoo lies wrapped in hazy sleep —
Obey, conform, submit — or weep.
The cages tighten everywhere,
So “beasts” won’t flee into the air.
They cull the herd — “for good,” they say.
Believe it all. Don’t think. Obey.
The inhuman come to watch the show —
We’re just their animals below.
And fair enough — if we decay,
If Spirit’s lost and thrown away.
In Spirit — only then you rise.
No other road beneath these skies.
So show these bastards what we are —
Rebirth — our answer from afar.
Our answer to that rotting breed
That trapped us long in thought and deed.
Restore your link with Spirit — stand,
Don’t call this filth your native land.
Enough to rot in circus filth.
Enough to bow to crawling tilth.
No more these tricks, these bends, this fraud —
Become a Human. Stand with God.
---------------------
A circus of filth — you crawl and obey.
They cage you, consume you, then call it “the way.”
Remember the Spirit — break out, reclaim:
You’re not just an animal trained for their game.
---------------------
Funeral for Reason
A funeral mass for the Bright Mind was said —
Unnoticed, it passed. Now the Spirit’s next, dead.
Spare me your clich;s — your worn-out disguise:
We’ve long served the inhuman, deaf, dumb, and blind.
They run all this system — this idiocy’s throne,
Each petty official — a jackal alone.
Yet protests are scarce, no rebellion, no cry —
While floods of bold falsehood grow deadlier by.
And if lies blur the line that the mind should defend,
Then it’s not even mind — just reflex in the end.
If “plagues” can be conjured so brazen, so slick —
Then society’s nothing but fools in a clique.
And if corruption alone wears the crown,
Then the Spirit stands next to be hunted down.
By mediocrities, crawling and base —
The slickest of armies — a spineless disgrace.
This filth will seep into each crack it can find,
It wins by persistence — by whining the mind.
The finest are gone — long buried from sight,
For centuries now we decay, not live life.
But Fire was always the cure for decay —
It burns rotten worlds and it cleanses the way.
And this global madhouse will burn to the ground —
If submission’s not all that in us can be found,
If Spirit’s not broken, if thought’s not yet slain —
If we are not corpses still walking in chain.
---------------------
Reason is buried — no mourners, no cries.
Next comes the Spirit — they finish the lies.
Burn down the rot or rot with the rest:
A slave in decay is a life dispossessed.
---------------------
Valentin Serov — “Prince Yusupov”
A dull-witted general on a gifted steed —
A perfect emblem of mankind’s mad breed.
Grotesque in form, for he’s nothing but jackal,
Serving half-demons in slavering tackle.
The general craved only glory and praise,
Yet the painter exposed him in subtle, sharp ways.
And artists are doomed, with a sorrowing art,
To render such fools — distorted of heart.
The fools never grasp what they’re doing at all;
And those who do know are more vile in their gall.
With fools is the roadway to Hell overlaid —
And hard to be rid of the filth they have made.
That same stupid general straddles the sphere,
Just changing faces, multiplying fear —
A lie grown a snarl, obscene and profane,
New fascist grimace — a nauseating stain.
If a horse took the place of a “president” there,
At least it would do a bit less harm to the air.
And now comes the moment — disgrace laid out plain:
The masses all drift into sheepish domain.
Total collapse. Even idiots tried
As “presidents” — swallowed, the people complied.
And barely a handful of sane ones remain
To slow down the rot and the spreading of stain.
So horses, it seems, will soon count as men,
While sheep will be groomed, shorn again and again.
For sheep in their muzzles before horses stand —
Already mere filth, a grotesque, barren land.
---------------------
A general rides — but the beast has more sense.
They crown empty skulls and call it “immense.”
When sheep start to cheer and the horses command —
You’re watching the fall of a rotting land.
---------------------
Trust Not, Fear Not, Beg for None
Trust not. Fear not. Beg for none.
Reject the lies you’ve always known.
One aim remains — let Spirit stand,
Let Honor live — by your own hand.
They fed you nonsense — called it “care,”
A schooling meant to strip you bare:
A factory forging hollow souls,
Where talent dies and darkness grows.
A scattered few will make it through,
With shards of Spirit shining true.
For Reason there is butchered too,
And Conscience crushed and torn in two.
Just look — that staged “plague” laid it bare:
How much is rot, how few still care.
Two-thirds now drift in vacant haze —
No mind, no honor, conscience erased.
No mind — just instinct, whipped and blind;
Obedience and fear — the spine.
This world’s a market, cold and grim,
Where souls are sold — till none remain within.
Only then will that filth be still,
That built a fascist, grinding mill.
Yet it miscounted — there’s a Thread
Beyond the dull, the numbed, the dead.
From cosmic depths a current streams,
That orders suns to burn regimes.
This madhouse world will turn to flame —
And Light will come as Death — to cleanse the same.
We’ll rise in Spirit — not all survive:
The vile, the traitors won’t revive.
Don’t run in circles, trapped, confined —
Resist. That’s how you free your mind.
---------------------
Trust nothing. Fear nothing. Never kneel.
They trade your soul and call it “real.”
Resist the grind — break out, withstand:
The Spirit rises — take your stand.
---------------------
Traitors and Troughs
A traitor crawls up to the trough,
Content with being cattle stock:
Cash and booze and girls to claim —
And stench is all that bears his name.
Betrayal now’s a line of work,
Corruption thrives — no need to lurk.
Herds of fools and vacant heads
Just gulp down lies — and chew like beasts.
They live to please the master’s eye —
All else is nonsense, cast aside.
The traitor serves, fulfills the plan —
For traitors swarm. Their aim: to ban
What little freedom still remains,
To herd whole nations into chains.
Those wretched things don’t even see
They’ll share the same dark destiny.
A lackey’s needed — for a while.
Then even beasts reject the vile.
That hellish seed they helped to sow
Will burn them down with iron and blow.
One question gnaws — how do they fall,
Become this crawling filth at all?
No beast in nature sinks so low —
Yet soon a cleansing storm will blow:
It sweeps them out — and us as well,
If we endure this living hell.
The cycle resets, stripped and bare —
So blind, so deaf most people are… not there.
---------------------
They crawl for scraps — and call it “gain.”
They sell their souls for booze and chain.
But when the fire comes for all —
The traitor burns the first to fall.
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The Path
A path with no path.
A labor — no prize.
The road cuts you hard —
Joy seldom arrives.
The darkness grows thick.
A mob, dull and blind,
Feasts over Reason —
A grave for the mind.
The Spirit erased.
Traitors held high.
A swarm of the inhuman —
Spies side by side.
Though heavy the road —
Still walk. Let it be.
The end of the path
Decides destiny.
And many — cast out:
The waste, the insane.
For struggle’s the style
That runs through this vein.
So walk — and resist.
Be fearless and true.
The slime will dissolve —
Mind, Spirit renew.
---------------------
No path — still you go.
No prize — still you fight.
Through darkness and filth —
You carve out the Light.
---------------------
The Teddy Bear
A teddy bear for the “grown” —
A childhood lie, overthrown.
Thus dirt and ghosts from long ago
Still poison all the mind you know.
Forget the dogma, drilled in fear —
Throw off that sticky, crawling smear.
The inhuman, like wolves laid bare,
Would grind this world down to despair.
Exert yourself beyond your seam,
Seek exits from this Bedlam scheme.
Even weakness here is staged —
Stand firm. Still walk. Stay disengaged.
To heal your strength, there’s only one:
The Spirit — brighter than the sun.
More fierce than blast, more pure than flame —
No servant of the vile can claim.
But slaves abound — whole legions bred,
And traitors swarm where lies are fed.
All people here are struck and torn
By lies where thinking’s slowly shorn.
So make of doubt your guiding blade,
Let ruthless clarity be your aid.
Each lie repeats in cycles tight —
Round ends, begins the same old blight.
Your “shelters,” “anchors” — childish art,
A dollhouse built to trap your heart.
In Spirit only lies your ground —
Else cattle you’ll be, bound and bound.
But once restored within that core —
Go out and break this hellish floor.
That “over-beast” you fear so much?
A hollow brute. Not more than such.
---------------------
Your teddy bear — a leash in disguise.
They feed you fear and package lies.
Find Spirit — break out, take command:
The beast you fear is weak — just stand.
---------------------
“Conscious Necessity”?!!
“Freedom is the recognition of necessity.”
— Baruch Spinoza
“Conscious” and “necessary” — so they insist —
Must define every finished, obedient fist.
Be blind, be obtuse — that’s the role you must play,
While “strong minds” design what you’re meant to obey.
Now “grasp it,” “accept it,” till pulse fades to none —
The cage is well-painted, the show’s never done.
The herder wears “pastor” — a saintly disguise —
To drive out what’s left of your seeing eyes.
A “conscious” slave functions with flawless effect —
A cog from his childhood, trained up to reflect.
Well-fed and in shape, disciplined, clean —
So “shepherds” can live in a comfort routine.
Be puffed up with “purpose,” a blockhead of pride —
You’ll earn your promotion: a lackey inside.
And needed? A thug in official attire —
If “respected,” then keeper of souls for the hire.
He’ll purge out the Spirit — call that “sacred creed,”
Dress violence as faith, make obedience lead.
The super-slave? — one who sells lies as a stream,
Relentless, unending — a broadcast machine.
Such “conscious necessity” — twisted and grim,
A madhouse inverted to please only them.
And what is the end of this rot, this excess?
The whole madhouse burns — and your whining is less.
---------------------
“Know your chains” — they call that “free.”
A painted cage — “necessity.”
But when the fire clears the lie —
No slave survives. Just ash and sky.
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“Conscious Necessity”?!!
“Freedom is conscious necessity.”
— Benedict Spinoza, 17th century
So “conscious,” then — and so “required” —
Must every finished slave become.
To play the fool, fully wired,
While someone strong designs the sum.
“Be conscious” — till your pulse is gone;
The pen’s repainted, bright and neat.
The herdsman wears a shepherd’s gown —
And stamps out thought beneath his feet.
A “conscious” slave works best of all —
Trained as a cog since early years.
Well-fed, fit, trimmed, conditioned small —
So “shepherds” thrive, relieved of fears.
A flunky must seem grave, important,
To join the ranks of clerk and thug.
And “needed” means the badge-enforcers,
Who herd the souls and tighten the plug.
Then he will drive the Spirit out —
And call that ritual “holy creed.”
The “super-slave” here spreads the rot —
A sold-out mouthpiece built to mislead.
Such “consciousness,” such “necessity,”
This madhouse where all sense is flipped.
The end is only finality:
They’ll burn the whole damned place — no script.
---------------------
“Be conscious,” they say — then chain your will.
“Necessity” sells you the pill.
A perfect slave, a cog well-made —
Then call it “freedom,” neat, repaid.
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The Crushing Pressure of Light
You walk through decay —
Through betrayal and lies.
Sarcasm alone
Helps you cut through the guise.
The dust brands you fast —
Calls the trivial “grand.”
Fools worship the nonsense —
You refuse to bend.
If stubborn, you’ll reach
Some sharp glimpse of this sphere.
You may find the Light —
But its burden is severe:
The Light turns to pressure
That crushes the mind,
Forcing nonsense out,
Leaving silence behind.
No patterns remain —
Just a void, dense and stark,
Like a weight of pure absence
Pressing hard in the dark.
And nausea rises
From “reality’s” lie —
It’s alien place
If you won’t crawl and comply.
For to live here as slave,
Befriending the whip,
Making peace with the lie —
Is to willingly slip.
But the Light — overload,
Beyond reason, extreme.
Call it “unscientific” —
Still it tears through the scheme.
Without it — you’re lost,
At the bottom you stay:
Just another dull fool
Rotting slowly away.
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Light is pressure — it crushes the lie.
It strips you to truth — or leaves you to die.
Call it madness — deny if you must:
Without it, you rot in obedient dust.
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Prison Planet
Into the cage, baby!
Lies strike sharp —
Scare you stiff —
Drive you in.
Lies total,
Infernal.
Fear in the core —
A fool hides in a burrow.
Burrows — families.
They poison the seed:
Mama, papa —
Ass in the lead!
Weight on your neck!
Faster,
Be dumber
And meaner.
Submit
And shut up!
Fairy tales — the sky!
Plunge into nonsense —
They’ll call you —
Summon you! —
The Ideal.
Plenty of those.
The point — discord.
Media hype
Ideas of fools,
Nonhumans,
Pushed to the dumb.
In a lying land
Your mind will fade,
Spirit will croak,
If you let the crap in.
“No!”
The few
Cry out.
Others think:
The world — is not smoke!
Yet all the mobs are right:
Ass of the world,
Media smoke,
Sensitive minds,
Anti-social —
Prisons are smoke
For them.
Mad world,
Crushed by evil.
Freedom’s myth —
For everyone else.
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Cage the world.
Feed the lies.
Fools obey.
Smoke and die.
Few resist —
The rest just comply.
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Prison Planet
Cage, baby!
Lies strike.
Scare stiff.
Drive in.
Total lies.
Infernal.
Fear —
Fool hides.
Burrows — families.
Seed poisoned.
Mama, papa —
Ass rules.
Weight on neck!
Faster.
Dumber.
Meaner.
Submit.
Shut up.
Fairy tales — sky!
Plunge.
Nonsense.
They call you.
Summon you.
Ideal.
Plenty.
Point — discord.
Media hype.
Fools’ ideas.
Nonhumans push.
Mind fades.
Spirit croaks.
Let in crap —
“No!” few shout.
World — not smoke.
Yet mobs right:
Ass of world.
Media smoke.
Sensitive mind —
Anti-social.
Prisons smoke.
Mad world.
Crushed by evil.
Freedom — myth.
For the rest.
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Prison Planet
Cage!
Lies strike!
Fear burns!
Fools hide!
Submit!
Shut up!
Smoke world!
Freedom — myth!
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Prison Planet
Cage cracks!
Lies burn!
Fools choke!
Rise, Spirit!
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Prison Planet — Crushing Light
Cage walls press.
Lies pour.
Fear claws.
Spirit strains.
Smoke blinds.
Minds snap.
Fools bow.
Stand, resist!
Light crushes.
Void swells.
Truth burns.
Rise, or rot.
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Prison Planet — Light Crush
Cage presses.
Lies strike.
Fear grips.
Spirit strains.
Truth burns.
Rise.
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Prison Planet — Drumbeat Crush
Cage!
Lies!
Fear!
Grip!
Press!
Crush!
Burn!
Rise!
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Prison Planet — Light Pressure
Cage crushes.
Lies burn.
Fear presses.
Spirit fights.
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Prison Planet
Cage pounds.
Lies burn.
Rise, Spirit!
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The Yellow House
"I fear the earthly globe —
the yellow house of the Universe."
Voltaire
The Universe’s yellow house —
This wretched world:
Immortal thought
That cannot be ranked,
Rarely breaks through —
They’ll mock it loud.
Genocide here
Lasts eternity. Nothing
Of worth enters the "mind"
Of the rabble.
Remember the fake plagues:
Lies devour the fool.
To read Voltaire,
Or others — too much trouble.
Chimeras rule:
Disease in their heads.
Propaganda multiplies
Fear, folly, and lies —
Soon it will destroy
The last mind entirely.
For rare exceptions,
No place in the Shit.
Decay of Spirit —
Means escape from the yoke.
The little doll of "freedom" —
Its main symptom.
Monsters reign:
They turn into beasts
Those who embraced the Madhouse.
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The Yellow House
Yellow house burns.
Fools mock.
Lies devour.
Spirit fights.
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The Yellow House
House burns.
Fools choke.
Rise, Spirit!
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The Yellow House — Mind Crush
Yellow walls press.
Lies strike.
Fear bites.
Spirit strains.
Shadows choke.
Truth fights.
Fools fall.
Rise, or rot.
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The Yellow House
Walls crush.
Lies burn.
Fools choke.
Rise, Spirit!
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The Yellow House — Instant Crush
Crush.
Burn.
Rise!
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“Good” and the Courage of the Few
What starts as “good,”
Soon turns a noose.
“Knights’” courage —
Crushed beneath the honest.
But first comes the edit,
All in the name of “good” —
The “good” of fools:
Work of Evil.
Line by line — replacement,
Slogans swapped,
Savage oppression
Dumbs all minds.
Spread the savage wide,
You can shove fake plagues
Into the rabble.
But if slogans care for skins,
The road is clear:
“Joy” leads to the camp.
Red cross on the flag.
White — it means surrender.
The cross — disaster, nothing less.
To hell with all “donors” —
Spirit defilers!!!
Through Darkness runs the path:
Little good in it —
Only the Inner Light.
See it,
Or die with the folly…
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“Good” and the Few
“Good” first,
Then the noose.
Fools’ joy,
Spirit fights.
Through darkness,
Light survives.
See it —
Or die with folly.
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“Good” and the Few
Good —
Noose —
Rise!
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“Good” and the Few
Good first, noose next.
Fools crush, Spirit fights.
Through darkness, Light burns.
See it — or die.
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“Good” and the Few — Instant Crush
Good.
Noose.
Rise!
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So-Called “History”
We boast of the past — the stuff of tales
(Still called “history” too) —
Living always by someone’s orders,
Believing what they lie to you.
If we trust the nonsense they push today,
Then what’s in “history”? A spark
For dumbing down. The worker, still,
Mad — life as a verdict stark.
A mad slave amidst genocide —
The eternal lot of most.
A manic serf — above, a pest:
The mouthpiece for creatures’ boast.
And a scapegoat. Orders from creatures,
From Evil’s plan, set for ages, —
He strains in the False Empire
A fool again, caught in their cages.
Fool — pest: a pyramid,
Clouded eyes atop the heap.
The top fiend won’t be reached —
His work: “Yelp!” and “Strike!” deep.
Always artificial miseries.
For each cry of “Yelp!”, of course, “Strike!”
They’ll later mark as victories
The steps that grind us to dust alike.
Bent under the “triumph” arch,
Symbol of the yoke we bear.
And Park recoils in horror,
Seeing how the filth is kneaded there.
Filth under flashy wrapping
Once more the pests will call “truth.”
Fool impressed again by “new clothes.”
Soon enough, this world will finish its abuse.
CowID, the war has shown it:
No prospects — total captivity,
The price for having fallen,
Choosing skin-deep gain — Soul Dust in exchange.
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So-Called “History”
Boast of tales,
Live by lies.
Mad slaves grind,
Evil thrives.
“Truth” is filth,
Fools applaud.
World crushed down,
Soul turned dust.
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So-Called “History”
Tales.
Lies.
Dust.
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So-Called “History”
Tales.
Lies.
Grind.
Rise.
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So-Called “History”
Tales lie thick.
Slaves grind on.
Filth parades truth.
Fools cheer loud.
Rise, resist.
Dust returns.
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Lies and Fog
Lies and treachery surround us,
While Fog has swallowed all.
Consciousness crushed to the ground:
Most of the people — fools, in thrall.
Legions of traitors now abound,
Stupidity runs like industry.
Propaganda — megatons of brazen lies,
Like bombs — soon fools will cease to be.
Corruption spreads, unchecked, untamed,
Building for children and grandkids a rotten face:
A Global Concentration Camp, total control,
That will destroy the Spirit, leave no trace.
The inhuman devours the world. But the dumb TV,
Entertainment, food, and sex distract the herd.
Hell incarnate — real and alive!
This “people” are not — mere economic cattle, absurd.
Only cattle endure such treatment,
That on a farm would be the norm.
Soon comes the Incineration,
To burn the vile farm that feeds the devil’s swarm.
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Lies and Fog
Lies choke the world.
Fog smothers all.
Fools obey, crushed.
Traitors swarm.
Corruption reigns.
Hell devours.
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Loyalty
A loyalty system for infernal ends —
A world contrived to mask the Hell within.
Or simply pens, where fate alone attends,
And nothing else — ruled by the inhuman sin.
All forged for total bondage — every task,
Education, labor, wasted to the bone.
Ignorance, dullness, rudeness reign unmasked,
While healthy strength dies here, left to drone.
Centuries of genocide cloaked as care,
Propaganda feasts on what remains of thought.
The world drenched in stinking vomit, bare,
Where mind holds little but lies and rot.
Rot called "trivial" binds into a net,
And many turn to scum just to survive.
Everywhere — betrayal, greed, and debt,
Honor and Conscience dead, only drive.
Soullessness, laziness, lifeless decay:
Alive, you won’t escape the inhuman claw.
Zombies-morts — the majority’s display,
Idiocy here “normal,” and law.
The decay has reached its utmost bound,
Spiritual souls? Soon they’re wiped away.
Few who fight can barely hold the ground,
Fragmented, cut down like prey in fray.
No use in moaning, praying, or despair —
This is Hell made flesh, the world’s cruel flight.
To burn the slaves and devils with its lair,
The only exit from this endless night.
The Sun will scorch, the Earth a garden rise,
Countdown begun — mark the days with eyes.
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Loyalty
Slaves and devils rule this Hell,
Lies and rot bind every cell.
Few resist, but all fall fast —
Sun will burn, the Garden lasts.
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Interpreters
Dreams they claim to read…
By Jove! — a flood of “science” indeed!
But truth is drowned in the dumbing wave,
A storm of nonsense, minds to enslave.
That storm destroys all Consciousness,
Forever bound with Spirit’s finesse.
As if a contest rages on,
Who can stuff more lies in the flock anon.
Not human, for their souls are stained
By treachery that long has reigned.
True knowledge hides, kept out of reach —
Not stored away for teaching’s breach.
Man is Spirit, essence true,
Once he sees it, he’ll break through.
Forget the hell they make you taste,
And cast aside the killing weight.
Center in Spirit, focus clear,
Throw false science to the devil, no fear.
For long ago these whores sold out,
With Truth, bring down this shameful rout.
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Spirit Strike
Drown the lies, smash the fraud,
Science whored — we’ll cut the cord.
Center in Spirit, burn the shame,
Truth ignites the Bedlam’s flame.
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Regimes
Totally ruminant regimes,
And those of brutal authoritarian dreams —
Differ only by brazen lies,
Both breeds of fascism in disguise.
The dictator drives a single falsehood,
Harsh and sharp, instilling fear with mood.
While dung-crats let you eat a bite
Before your Spirit takes its flight.
Yet fear’s esteemed in both their halls,
And if fat clouds your brain, it stalls,
The idiot atop another’s head
Becomes the herd — the mindless spread.
Unnoticed, in the death-camp’s shade,
The inhuman builds what men obeyed.
Forever eating, sleeping — all in vain,
But serves the devils who hold the reign.
Awake! Don’t feast — recall the pitchforks,
And songs of fire that lit the dark.
Though fools abound on every side,
We are humans — not the devils’ pride.
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Children’s Sport
Children’s sport will herd the masses:
Legions of coaches, wretched classes,
A cannibalistic system reigns.
For what? Money rules, it strains
As chief in this small worldly scheme.
Sport’s not for glory — it’s the rein.
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