A Palace of Evil the Size of the World
“A craftsman sharpens his tools before beginning his task.”
— Confucius
Sharpen your mind for every deed
That doesn’t clash with soul or heart.
But fools, untrained, will let the seed
Of rot and madness take their part.
That rot comes dressed as “science,” “news,”
As lies that cloud the inner spark —
Until the soul itself they bruise,
And help build Evil’s palace — dark.
Each brick’s a fool. Each block — a lie.
And fools line up to take their place.
So seek your Light — don’t close your eye,
The wretched dark is near full grace.
Train your mind like tempered steel,
So beasts can’t trap you in their net.
Your path is yours, through pain made real —
To fight, to know, and seek the Light yet.
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Each fool's a brick in Evil’s hall —
Sharpen your mind, or you will fall.
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Fools of Pseudo-Science
Dogmatism. Mechanism.
Crackpot creeds in soulless prisms.
Fascism guides the foolish crowd —
Feeds them trash, proclaims it loud,
Drags them down, debased and blind.
Spirit's first. But once it's wiped,
The barking frauds — forever hyped —
Serve the cult of “Nothing’s real,”
All that’s left: dead tech and steel.
"Erase the soul!" the fascist screamed.
So came the lies, so nicely schemed:
Dogmatism. Mechanism.
Half-truths twisted into schism.
Add it up — this clever trick —
And man forgets what makes him tick:
The ESSENCE sold for shiny tech,
While Truth is thrown into the wreck.
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Soul erased, and lies infect —
Fools trade truth for tech and wreck.
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Almost About the Weather
Few are honest, few are strong,
Many blind and filled with wrong.
Why's the air so thick and foul?
MEDIA is everywhere — a howl
Of fools that grow with every year:
The poison of propaganda clear.
And if more subtle than the snake,
It still chokes all that we forsake.
Breathing’s hard, it’s almost done,
If you endure, then you're the one
Who sees the lies the creatures spout,
And feels your mind, a ragged shout.
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The air is thick with lies that churn,
The stench of media’s foul return.
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The Bedouin
A Bedouin amidst the ruins —
Like the desert, the city’s dead.
Buildings stand, but in their minds,
Despair and lies, the soul's dread.
Destruction of the mind comes first —
Then cities, towns, all burn.
The Bedouin’s just left with the curse,
If honest, fear’s his only turn.
He shuns the dark, the twisted sin,
Banned from food that feeds the lie.
Want the cash? Then break within,
And let the evil forces fly.
A Bedouin amidst the ruins —
How long must he wander, lost?
Among the obedient masks?
Not for long. Life’s the final cost.
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A Bedouin lost in ruin's tide,
In a world of lies, he cannot hide.
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Personal Hell
Or the Common Hell?
A fool is needed in Hell —
To submit, he’d gladly dwell.
Personal? Unlikely so —
Too much trouble, don’t you know.
To fall together in the fire,
A fool’s required to stoke the pyre.
And so the work begins —
They’re shaping it with grins.
The vile fools, with evil grin,
Now hold the reigns, they’re most within.
A fool will drag you straight to Hell,
Calling it “happiness,”
Killing Mind and Spirit as well,
With lies that make the soul regress.
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A fool will drag you down to Hell,
Calling it joy — a soul to sell.
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Office and Other Plankton
Confusion on Fridays —
Idiots off for the weekend.
The mad have joined the “plankton,”
And now it’s just the trend.
Work and drink. A pointless grind —
Your labor won’t be lost?
If you’re not a fool, then find
The plankton will pay the cost.
A digital camp, a prison cell,
Where plankton’s not required,
Now like moths they burn in Hell —
While Bedlam drinks and’s wired.
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Plankton works, then fades away,
In a digital hell, they pray.
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Clouds Drift from Afar
Clouds drift from far across the sky,
Or is it Earth's own breath nearby?
Just fables for the foolish mind,
"Science" — with reason left behind.
It always turns things in its way,
For that’s the task it must obey.
Say "YES" to intuition's call,
Forget the liars, one and all.
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Clouds or breath, it’s hard to tell,
Science spins its empty shell.
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The Bedouin
To escape the Madness' fray,
No chance — you'll die, come what may!
The creatures will within you slay,
But rise, awaken, see the day —
The Madness’ army’s everywhere,
The "ordinary citizen" —
Held by fear and lies, in care,
From childhood to their graying skin.
How to escape? Be alone,
Create while strength still makes you whole.
Like a Bedouin in desert’s bone —
If Reason’s still your heart and soul.
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Madness reigns, it’s everywhere,
Fear and lies — they bind with care.
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Flags, False Gods, and Other Things…
A flag,
A dart,
It pierced my heart.
A god,
Rotten,
Shat in my mind.
From FILTH
No hiding's found —
Be dumb, be vile, let fear resound,
Preferring Spirit’s daring sound.
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The "Pros" Don't Think — They Act
The "pros" don't think — they just act.
To think, for hired hands, is sin.
Those who do think, they suffer, cracked,
Among the fools who chase "success" in vain.
Only the meek and foolish ones,
In this world of sales, are promised gain.
The "pros" with brutish acts have done
The bidding of the monsters building Hell again.
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"We Have Freedom! Democracy!!!"
"Freedom!" "Democracy!!!" they scream,
Shout loud, on every post they hang.
Posters everywhere, the media’s dream,
Like priests, they spread deceitful slang.
They shove "faith" down like a puppet's string.
And fools believe, for lies always thrive
In a world for sale, where money's king,
The years go by, and lies survive.
They'll always pile on more deceit
Than ever before, that’s "progress" for sure.
The layer of Reason grows thin, complete,
As lies press down, the mind unsure.
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The New "Luminary" of Pseudo-Science
"Right" is granted through degrees,
A flood of murky publications spread.
And the new fool grips with ease
The gullible, as the world has fled.
Into pure nonsense, they believe,
Claiming to see progress, no less.
The whole "progress" in the media's weave
Revealed by CowID — the press of distress.
Each year, the evil grows stronger,
While the lackeys of false science claim,
They'll convince the fools ever longer —
The stupid servants of Satan's name.
If you're foolish, under Satan's reign,
Call the system whatever you please.
Now the fools, under the Russian pain,
Fight in the "revenge" war with ease.
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The Voice and the Whine
The voice of one crying in the wilderness —
It echoes through all times,
What’s changed? Now it’s just a whine,
Amidst the poor, foul grime.
And the "times" have vanished, disappeared,
Only timelessness ahead,
If lies have burrowed in, adhered,
Don’t expect progress to be fed.
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Cry Out, Wail, Even if You Perish
Cry out, scream, even in convulsions—
All are worth but a dime.
Telling an idiot, "Scum, awaken!"
Is in vain. CowID, war, this time
Has shown it all. Only the finale
Remains to be awaited, so near,
When the soul has gone, for the majority:
To serve the BEAST—one fate, one fear.
For serving Evil and forgetting
What we were meant to do,
The little world shall burn, regretting—
It’s rotted through and through.
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"Iron Men"
"Iron men" —
Salt shakers on a plate.
With that seasoning, the inhuman feast on us.
Their minds are barren:
Serving fools,
They can’t comprehend the commands of "attack!"
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The Path in Solitude
"I do not need the consent of others, but their soulful response."
Miguel de Unamuno.
A soulful response amidst Bedlam,
Where compliance is held in high esteem,
Is hard to find: the brutes love
To follow in the reins of "happiness."
Brains washed, spirits shriveled—
Among the rabble, there’s nothing to seek!
The path in solitude is not hard,
When you no longer care for responses.
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Overthrow to Hell through Dehumanization
"The power that rules to the detriment of the people is short-lived."
Lucius Seneca, 1st century AD.
Centuries have passed—Seneca is wrong.
To harm, with every age growing stronger,
Here reigns the brute. Their goal is clear:
To rid the world of humankind. We’re at the edge of days:
Only a moment from the incarnation
Of this hellish aim. But salvation lies
In Cataclysm—it will disrupt
The decay, and halt the fall.
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The Human Louse
The "modernization" of reason—
And madness became the norm.
False AIDS, CowID—a silly jest,
But if the mind is weak and worn,
Panic will arise. The muzzle
Showed us—seven-eighths are fools,
And Darkness' source is subtle:
A code of fools in chains and tools.
To enslave—the world with dullness
To collapse, then do as you please
With it. In slavery, generations
But to "happiness," the louse still seeks.
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Cinematic Heroes
Heroes serve the "good"—it's true,
Almost always a rotten regime.
They make films, sing songs anew,
About this tale, a thousand dreams.
With shabby props, "ideals" they push
To all the souls with hollow hearts:
If "ideals" are all they hush,
The mind within is torn apart.
Easier to push through heroes—
Korzhagin, damn him, sets the pace:
Look, the "communism" they impose,
And every pioneer takes his place.
The Yanks too have found their way:
"The Free World"—what a charming lie!
Heroes never miss the play—
And citizens... cheer as they die.
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The Salvation of the Soul
"You are born with nothing but the potential to form it. You don’t have a soul, and that’s the greatest truth. If you labor, you can create one—but you are not born with it."
Osho.
You are born — there’s something here,
That you must strengthen, or it’ll disappear.
Or else it’ll vanish, lost in the Night,
Indulgence in evil — beasts in sight.
The outcome’s clear for such a path,
These souls are lost, and none will last.
Preserve the spark of God inside,
You must know the Light, let it be your guide.
Gurdjieff’s truth is partly right,
There are TWO kinds, in day and night.
Like Light and Dark, they stand apart,
And CowID days show the evil heart.
They’ve shown the truth in stark relief,
In Bedlam’s grasp, in dark belief.
If born with Soul, with strength and might,
Park’s hand will guide you through the fight.
But only with effort, and will so strong,
Can you break through when all seems wrong.
Despair, weakness—become the test,
The Soul, once lost, may face its death.
One view: the rarest kind of soul,
From birth untouched, it’s born whole.
But under lies, many have failed,
Fallen prey to a darkness that veiled.
The stench of it has dimmed the light,
Trust your intuition, in darkest night.
Guard your soul with critical care,
Shield it from the Shame that lurks out there.
The spark of God: a fragile thing,
Only those who strive can spread its wings.
Fuel it, burn it—feel the heat,
Endure the Hell, for soon you’ll meet
The Sun, which burns the Evil away,
Evaporating Darkness, till nothing stays.
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The Coloring Book, Childish and Not Quite…
A coloring book for kids, you see,
It stretches on, and ages be.
But in the hands of the Devil’s brush,
You’ll be painted through pain’s rush.
A soul undone, a mind destroyed:
For evil, soft pastels employed.
To dull the mind and stifle thought,
A web of false goals, tightly caught.
Bright hues of lies the masses chase,
Drawing you down in their disgrace.
The path to Light, concealed from view,
Beneath thick layers, hidden too.
Scrape away the paint, and there,
You’ll find the way — if luck’s your share.
If darkness hasn’t dulled your sense,
And you’re not lost in the idiot’s pretense.
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The Obedient Dogs of Pseudoscience and the Cavernous Stupidity of the World
"Faith and knowledge are two scales: the higher one, the lower the other."
Arthur Schopenhauer.
False knowledge turned to faith,
Will Spirit balance this weight?
In caverns deep, we find our place,
Among the servants, lost in haste.
They spread satanic lies,
In "sciences" and alibis.
Under falsehoods, all they play,
Tempted by wealth, they drift astray.
The spiritual, in dwindling few,
The scales descend, as darkness grew.
The earthly Hell, it seems to fade,
Yet the dogs of evil will invade.
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The Factory of Death
Believe the lies it spouts,
They'll lead you straight to graves;
But fools believe in evil,
And slavery it craves.
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The Shit of Pseudoscience — They Paint the World With It
"So, the man who tries to bend science to a view that comes not from science itself (no matter how much science may err), but from outside interests alien to it, I call 'low.'"
Karl Marx.
So much water has flowed by—
And prostitution’s now inside
The halls of "science," where Evil reigns,
Led by the merchants' vile chains.
Without bribes or orders, none
Do anything beneath the sun.
And what results is filth and waste,
As evil’s victory is embraced.
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Death Becomes
"Not everyone wears life well."
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec.
A wretched life suits the fool,
The scoundrel, the vile tool.
The sensitive choose Death instead—
Death for the world, where lies are fed.
No fragile skull can pierce the stone,
It’s hard to stand with slaves alone.
To find the rare, the few, the bright—
One must shake the air with might.
Loud, and still the chances fade,
The world’s a madhouse, madly laid.
A "normal" slave, in madness trapped,
His soul grown weak, in lies enwrapped.
Or worse, he’s lost all soul, undone.
Death becomes him, for the "people" come,
Surround and drain life’s sacred juice,
Defiling the soul with their vile abuse.
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The Poet Must Cherish the Light
The poet must protect the Light,
And let it flow within his lines.
Without the Light, he’s void, a blight—
Only fools will hear his signs.
But there’s one thing in this retreat:
If he describes the Dark's decay,
The madness, chaos in the street,
Where Light is hidden, lost to stray,
The strife that keeps us from our wake—
Then he is worthy, Light inside.
Find it, and you’ll never break,
For Light within, you shall abide.
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The Word
"The word belongs half to the speaker, and half to the listener."
Michel de Montaigne, 16th century.
In a world of lies, the Word
Is swiftly devalued, unheard.
The more the lies, the tighter the chains—
The Creator stands alone, in pains.
For he cannot join the fools’ parade,
Where Words are shackled in the Shade.
And if you're bound by lies so deep,
Then to the liar's pit, you’ll sleep.
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The Light Inside You
Light and Truth, and Liberty—
All else is folly, plain to see.
In the chaos of this world,
Through the fog, the herds are hurled
To their complete degradation.
The interim result is clear—
False diseases, false foundation,
And the Horned God hides in fear.
Under Satan’s heavy grip,
The world remains, a sinking ship.
Add the terror of rashism’s lies,
They’ll never wake, they’ll never rise.
The final truth, the key, the call—
Save yourself, escape the fall.
Choose the path of Knowledge bright,
And cherish only the Light inside.
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The Labor of Sisyphus
"That which we do, we do not consider truth, yet we do it nonetheless."
Aurelius Augustine.
With "mind" stretched thin, and nerves all frayed,
Embracing foolishness with pride,
We rush to toil, to be first paid,
And trumpet all our "success" far and wide.
We charge ahead, while Fate just mocks,
This cruel Sisyphus-like grind.
When will this fool’s labor stop,
And swap this Hell for the world confined?
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The Search for Light
"You will be called destroyers of morality, but you are only the discoverers of yourselves."
Friedrich Nietzsche.
Beyond morality, beyond the crowd,
Where mad slaves cry out loud,
A few exceptions, bold and bright,
Seek the Light within the night,
And find it only deep inside.
So, look within and see the guide!
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Inside Out at Dawn
Turn your weary mind inside out,
At dawn, let rest your troubled soul;
The Spirit breathes—though filled with doubt,
It labors hard 'mid thoughts that roll.
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The Black Lyre
Work wears you down, the toil is long—
That’s what it means with Lyre in hand.
Surrounded by corrupt fools, strong—
You can't breathe, trapped in their land.
So, one companion on the road,
The Black Lyre is mine alone.
Death stands by, and that’s much better—
Bow to it, you’re just a stone.
Rebellion means the Lyre stays dark,
Forever etched in shades of night.
To write for fools is foolishness—
It’s madness, and your mind’s lost sight.
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Verse Construction
Verse is not the shaping of words,
Of rhyme, or rhythm, but the soul's
Impulse. And if multiplication
Happens in the silence of the whole
Mind, when that impulse calls to mind
A reader's response in kind,
Then through the words you’ll break the line,
A triumph of a world undefined.
A world beyond what words convey,
A paradox that language hides.
The Higher Truth, that we, astray,
Love… boxing, though the truth divides.
This boxing ring, a cage to hold,
A way to fight what’s just like you.
We turn from questions, harsh and bold,
That paradox in us stays true.
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Enemies of the People
To the level of the people's foe,
Stalin and Khrushchev will drag you low.
Some, mere pests, in small disgrace —
NKVD’s an easy trace.
Small Vasya Pupkin can’t be known
As enemy to a nation grown.
And even if he’s a criminal,
The charges clear, the sentence tall.
To execute on one false word —
That’s when the real enemy's stirred:
A tyrant, foul with evil’s kiss,
A ruler lost in wicked bliss.
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No Fish
In times of barren streams,
A crayfish isn’t fish, it seems —
Just a scavenger at best,
Time to rid the world of the rest.
The filth is in the tales we tell,
In fables where the shadows dwell.
It's for those hiding in the dark,
Forever trapped in fear's sharp mark.
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"Progress"
The ways to consume the like,
"Progress" refines with every strike.
Among cheap tricks and hollow schemes,
The press of beasts grows in their seams.
They feast on lies, with fear as sauce,
Truth and mind are left to loss.
On the scaffold, spirit dies,
As reason falls, and hope denies.
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The TV spreads its twisted lies,
The masses listen, hypnotized.
In this mad world, we’ve hit the ground,
Serving monsters, lost and bound.
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What the "media" preach is "truth",
If some learned fool explains,
That what’s unclear, "INFERNAL,"
Is the world in which it reigns.
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Almost transport's...
"Damn it!" — said one young man — "it is a bitter thing to learn that I am a creature moving on pre-laid rails, that I am, in a word, not a bus, but a tram."
— Bertrand Russell.
Not a bus, but a tram,
Full of nonsense, here I am.
The tracks have ended — now you die,
So many "new ones" passing by!
Depot, tram: packed with lies,
Called "education" in disguise.
On the tracks, they kill the soul,
A journey deemed a wasted goal.
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Humor breaks through the void,
A paradox within the Walls of Lies.
Lies strengthen fortresses deployed,
Whispering, shouting, "Serve, be wise!"
Laugh at this world so poor and grim,
Apply sarcasm, sharp and bright:
The world’s become a filthy bin,
Where "normal" is pure madness' blight.
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Switch to Death — no turning back,
The foolish wretch won’t understand.
Around, the beasts; where are the men?
Where’s the humanity in this land?
Cats are smarter than the herd,
Only a few have Spirit, Honor,
They see the triumph of evil’s word,
Unmoved by hell’s cruel, endless horror.
Blinded by the feast and the rut,
The mind’s remains are drowned in dust.
Death’s the choice when lies corrupt,
And from the beasts, as always, comes just… DISGUST.
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This world’s a trap, a cage, a snare,
If you’re a “darling,” just beware.
The carrion waits, a stinking weight,
You’re just the prey, a twisted fate.
To free from traps — like hunter’s art,
Fascism reigns where beasts depart.
When spirit’s crushed, you fight, you kill,
A hero’s born, with fire and will.
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