Life as Shame

Life as Shame

Slavery. Lies. The media's reign.
Fear and obedience. Labour in vain.
Wars without ending. Villains prevail.
Year after year, truth grows pale.

Man is reduced to cattle and clay;
None of it happens by chance today.
Most feel no shame beneath Evil's weight—
Pressed by a force they accept as fate.

Fear keeps echoing deep in the skull.
Falsehood coils where the heart once was full.
Twisting through reason, winding like flame,
Leaving the Spirit ashes and shame.

Soulless machinery, cold and precise,
Turns every victim into its vice.
Round goes the circle, tighter the vise;
Few can escape its terrible price.

Betrayal's now a regular trade—
CowID showed how the system is made.
Madmen have bullied the world into chains.
Life itself blushes, burdened with stains.

Fear keeps echoing deep in the skull.
Falsehood coils where the heart once was full.
Twisting through reason, winding like flame,
Leaving the Spirit ashes and shame.

Shame to decay among living dead;
Now they are countless, quietly led.
Yesterday cowards, frightened and blind—
Now they are triumphs of monstrous mind.

Darkness advances, managed with skill;
Monsters baptize every nightmare as "will."
Calling the darkness Progress and Light,
Crushing all reason out of our sight.

Fear keeps echoing deep in the skull.
Falsehood coils where the heart once was full.
Twisting through reason, winding like flame,
Leaving the Spirit ashes and shame.

Nothing awaits but a worldwide cage;
Built in the name of a "kindlier" age.
Every deception the headlines proclaim;
Media trumpets repeat the same.

Resistance weakens, fewer still stand;
Honest hearts suffer on every hand.
Every attempt feels torture anew—
Under corruption the whole world withdrew.

Yet when collapse tears the empire apart,
Those who kept fighting with soul and heart
Cross to another realm set free;
Traitors sink to misery.

Lowest circle, infernal domain—
Demons are waiting, tending the flame.
Cast off the phantoms Evil has spun;
Laugh at the tyrants, every one.

Only by that is the Spirit preserved;
Everything else leaves life unnerved.
Mock the delirium ruling the earth;
Curse every prison denying true birth.

Fear keeps echoing deep in the skull.
Falsehood coils where the heart once was full.
Twisting through reason, winding like flame,
Leaving the Spirit ashes and shame.



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The Unwanted

The God of War: the sons of lands
Bow before his bloody hands.
And to Mammon, golden throne—
Thus their dreams are left alone.

Like the bears that wait for spring,
Honest souls feel everything:
Almost coma, almost sleep,
When they face the truth they keep.

Satan’s whispers fill the air,
Rotten madness everywhere.
The world becomes, before our eyes,
A giant madhouse in disguise.

Dreams will turn to nightmares soon,
For the fool will gladly tune
His own hands to evil’s plan—
Deceive and frighten every man.

Pay him little, feed his fear,
And he’ll serve you year by year.
Nothing changes in this place,
Where fools rule over the race.

Above them hangs the Clouded Eye,
"Guarding" them beneath the sky.
"Care" and "safety"—empty art,
For a world with a rotten heart.

The crowd of purchased minds proceeds
Toward the Hell that darkness breeds.
The fool obeys with willing pride—
Half a beast, half fool inside.

Foolishness replaced by crime,
A perfect herd is needed every time.
Satan wants the lowest ground,
Silent slaves who never sound.

Always at the bottom lies
The sensitive one with open eyes.
To such a person, this final age
Feels like a closing prison cage.

Then comes the Global Camp ahead,
A fenced-in herd where minds are dead.
Something broken in the head—
Join the flock, or lose the thread.

There the stable waits forevermore,
A life that cannot ask for more.
The sensitive must seek a way,
A path beyond the darkened day.

It answers from the heart within,
A resonance beneath the din.
A road returning to the Source—
Beyond the Hell of endless force.

Reject the abyss, refuse the night,
Turn toward the inner Light.



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Longing

Longing cannot fade away,
Though conscience never comes to stay.
For conscience has another name—
A restless longing, burning flame.

When one is far from foolish ways,
The soul still aches through endless days.
The fool runs after "happiness" bright,
Chasing shadows, chasing light.

The beasts of habit know the art
Of using well the childish heart:
That simple reflex, blind and vain,
Turns all the world to waste and pain.

A wasteland. Longing. Easy road,
When madness bears the heaviest load.
Within that madness disappear
Most of mankind, consumed by fear.

Three quarters lost in empty noise,
Surrounded by distorted joys.
And who remains to stand and fight
Against the spreading dark of night?

Yet for the fool there is no Hell,
No vast abyss, no warning bell.
Too weak to think, too blind to see,
He drinks the poison willingly.

Longing to breathe. Longing to know.
Longing where the lost ones go.
Longing to live in such a place—
And never find the fool's embrace.

For youth is foolishness by right;
Years of seeking bring the light.
And with the years approaches dread,
Sweeping false illusions dead.

No illusions left—yet longing grows.
A miracle: the seeker knows
That walking through the fog and pain,
He has not vanished in the rain.

Through mist and emptiness and fright,
The Spirit finds its hidden height.
Only in myths, beyond the veil,
The Spirit’s path remains clear and pale.

Longing is another name for Way.
You cannot stop, you cannot stay.
Despairing still to ever find
The Light, the Meaning, the awakened mind.

Forgive me—none of these are found
Within this earthly hellbound ground.
Here fools are shaped into the herd,
Reduced to beasts without a word.

The vegetables will come in time;
The age of numbness, age of slime.
Such is the world where Spirits ache,
Where longing burns for freedom’s sake.

Beyond the spheres where demons reign
The Source of Soul remains again.
Let longing rise, let longing flow—
Like overheated steam below.

Use that fire, release the breath:
A leap beyond the chains of death.
Through longing’s force, through inner flame—
Fly out into Being’s name.



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