True Purity
Keep your mind razor-clear,
No lies, no twisted frame.
Red is red, green is green —
No darkness in the flame.
Dogma’s chains will crush your soul,
Traditions blind and cold.
Reject the fools, resist control,
Stand strong — refuse to fold.
The world’s a fascist cage,
Where monsters rule the night.
Hold pure your mind — break free the rage,
And fight for truth and light.
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True Purity
Keep your mind clean — cut the shit,
No lies, no bullshit cloak.
Red’s red, green’s green — admit,
Don’t choke on their smoke.
Dogma’s chains? Tear ‘em down,
Traditions are their trap.
Fools crawl, slaves wear the crown —
But you don’t fall in that crap.
World’s a fascist freakshow,
Monsters feed on fear.
Stand your ground, say no —
Burn their lies clear.
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True Purity — No Lies
Cut the crap — keep mind clean,
Red’s red, green’s green, no schemes.
Fascists lie, but you fight —
Burn their hell, claim your light.
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Purity’s Edge
Mind razor-sharp, no filth allowed,
Red flower bleeds, green will not bow.
Fascist scum crawl, their lies will rot —
Crush their hell, burn every blot.
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True Purity
Keep your mind sharp, spit on their lies,
Red’s still red while falsehood dies.
Fascist vermin breed their filth —
Crush their spawn in hell’s own kilt.
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True Purity, No Bullshit
Keep your mind clean, fuck their lies,
Red stays red while bullshit dies.
Fascist scum spread shit and gore —
Crush these vermin to the core.
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True Purity, No Bullshit
Keep your mind pure — crush empty talk,
This foggy world, this stinking walk.
See red as red, green will stay green,
No twisted lies to cloud the scene.
Cling not to visions that just seem,
False lights that mock the lucid dream.
They slap bright names on rotten shit —
Nirvana? Hell no, just counterfeit.
Evil fakes breed in the mind,
Their poison spreads and blinds mankind.
Soul’s compass points to honest light,
But lies drag you to endless night.
Worldwide madhouse, built on lies,
Wake from the coma, cut the ties.
Trust your gut, not empty creed,
Spiritual dogma’s just poison seed.
Dogmatists swarm, truth’s all but lost,
Soul sold cheap at evil’s cost.
Idiots flock to corrupted cults,
Where Satan’s worship never halts.
Reject their bullshit, reject the fake,
Science twisted, just lies they make.
No “walking through the fire” — it’s war,
Spiritual battle’s raw and hardcore.
Strong resist, refuse to bend,
Against the filth that won’t relent.
Not humans here, but fiends in bulk,
Their reign of shit — the final sulk.
Keep your mind pure, resist the flood,
Don’t bow to fascists’ stinking crud.
Reject the scum, the fear, the night —
Fight on, stay strong, defend the light.
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Keep your mind sharp — crush all the lies,
Red is red, green don’t disguise.
False lights are poison, don’t you trust,
Their “spiritual” bullshit turns to dust.
Fight the fiends who feast on souls,
Resist the scum, refuse their control.
World’s a madhouse, truth is slain,
Stand your ground or drown in pain.
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Mind pure, eyes clear — no room for fake,
Their lies are traps, their cults, a snake.
Evil’s army rules the weak,
Only the strong dare speak.
Bow to none — fascist filth and scorn,
Fight the dark till comes the dawn.
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Mind sharp, lies crushed —
Red is red, truth rushed.
Fakes preach, souls bleed —
Fight or fall, no heed.
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Pure mind, no lies,
Fascists choke on their own cries.
Stand firm, break the chain —
Darkness burns, truth reigns.
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Clear your mind — crush the lies,
Fascist scum wear their disguise.
No mercy for their twisted creed,
Break the chains, let spirit lead.
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Clean your head — no fake, no scam,
They’re the poison, you the dam.
Stand tall, reject their filth,
Fight or perish in the guilt.
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Mind pure, no cult, no slave,
Fools bow down to the grave.
Kill the lies that choke and bind —
Only truth can free the mind.
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Mind sharp, clear — slash through the sludge,
Fascists crawl in their own sludge.
No saints here — just demons' spawn,
Rip the veil, burn their dawn.
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Brains fried by their twisted lies,
Watch the filth wear human guise.
Crush the herd of soulless drones,
Strike the plague that eats our bones.
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Purge the cesspool of deceit,
Fascist worms beneath your feet.
No forgiveness for their breed —
Only fire feeds the seed.
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Keep your mind pure, razor-sharp, no mercy shown,
Fascist scum breed shadows, rotten to the bone.
No saints, no heroes — just demons in their lair,
Tear down their vile lies, burn their poison air.
Brains cooked by filth, by twisted venom fed,
The human mask hides worms who feast on dread.
Crush this plague of soulless, deaf and dumb,
Strike hard, strike fast — let no evil come.
Purge the stinking cesspool, burn the cursed breed,
Fascist vermin crawl where death is their creed.
No mercy, no truce — only ash and flame,
Feed their twisted roots with fury untamed.
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Keep Your Mind Pure
Keep your mind pure — no room for lies or scum,
Fascist filth breeds darkness — we won’t succumb.
No saints here — just demons, vile and foul,
Their rotten lies stink like a sewer’s growl.
Brains rotted deep, infected by their lies,
Behind their masks crawl beasts in human guise.
Crush the plague of mindless, deaf and blind,
Strike swift and hard — leave no filth behind.
Purge the cesspools where their poison breeds,
Fascist vermin thrive on hate and greed.
No mercy shown — just fire and ash,
Burn their twisted roots till nothing lasts.
Keep your mind pure — resist their hellish reign,
Reject their filth, their torment, their pain.
The world’s a battlefield, raw and rough,
But your soul’s sharp blade will be enough.
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Keep Your Mind Pure
Keep your mind pure — no room for filth or slime,
Fascist scum breed darkness — poison for our time.
No saints here — just demons, vermin in disguise,
Their lies like gangrene festering ‘neath dead skies.
Brains rotted out, infected, hollowed shells,
Human masks worn by monsters raised in hells.
Crush the plague of blind fools, deaf to truth’s call,
Strike like thunder, break the chains that bind us all.
Purge the swamp of lies where blackened vipers crawl,
Fascist rats gnaw bones beneath their shadow’s thrall.
No mercy shown — let fire scorch their cursed lairs,
Burn their twisted roots, choke their poisoned airs.
Keep your mind pure — resist their venomed grip,
Reject their shit, their sludge, their fatal script.
The world’s a warzone soaked with filth and blood,
But your soul’s sharp blade will cut through all the mud.
Stand fierce and tall — no bow to tyrants’ lies,
Let hatred fuel the flame that never dies.
This fight is ours, to cleanse the blighted earth,
Strike hard, strike fast — reclaim your rightful worth.
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Keep Your Mind Pure — No Bullshit!
Keep your fucking mind pure — no shit, no slime,
Fascist bastard scum breed darkness every time.
No saints, just fucking demons — vermin, vile and cold,
Their fucking lies like cancer, eating all the soul.
Brains fried, rotted out — hollow fucking shells,
Humans? Fuck no — just monsters straight from hell.
Crush the plague of dumbfuck fools deaf to truth’s roar,
Hit like thunder, smash their chains to the floor.
Purge the swamp of lies where black-ass vipers creep,
Fascist rats gnaw bones, in shadows they freak.
No mercy, no pity — burn their cursed lairs,
Incinerate their rotten fucking snares.
Keep your mind pure — resist their poison grip,
Reject their shit, their sludge, their bullshit script.
This world’s a fucking warzone soaked in blood and shit,
But your soul’s a razor — cut through every bit.
Stand tall, stand fierce — don’t bow to tyrant lies,
Let hatred fuel the fire that never dies.
This fight is ours — cleanse this cursed earth,
Strike hard, strike fast — reclaim your fucking worth.
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Keep Your Mind Pure — No Fucking Bullshit!
Keep your fucking mind pure — no lies, no slime,
In this fascist cesspit, they poison all time.
No saints here — just demons, filthy fucking vermin,
Feeding on your soul like vultures, cold and stern.
Brains rotted out, hollow shells, dumbfuck hordes,
Humans? Fuck no — just monsters with broken cords.
Crush the plague of idiots, deaf to truth’s thunder,
Smash their chains, burn their lies down to blunder.
In this world of lies, black vipers crawl and hiss,
Fascist rats gnaw bones, bathed in evil’s kiss.
No mercy, no pity — torch their rotten lairs,
Burn to ash their shit, their traps and cursed snares.
Keep your mind pure — spit on their poison grip,
Reject their filth, sludge, their twisted script.
This world’s a warzone, soaked in blood and shit,
But your soul’s a razor — slice through every bit.
Stand fierce, stand tall — never bow to lies,
Let hatred be the fire that never dies.
This fight is ours — purge this cursed earth,
Strike hard, strike fast — reclaim your worth.
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Keep Your Mind Pure — No Fucking Bullshit!
Keep your fucking mind pure — no lies, no slime,
In this fascist cesspit, they poison all time.
No saints here — just demons, filthy fucking vermin,
Feasting on your soul like rats on rotten vermin.
Brains fucked to pulp, hollow shells, dumbfuck horde,
Humans? Fuck no — just monsters, traitor scum, warlords.
Crush the plague of idiots, deaf to truth’s brutal thunder,
Burn their fake gods, drown their lies in blood and blunder.
This world’s a hellhole, vipers crawl, fangs dripping venom,
Fascist rats gnaw bones, bathed in lies’ black phlegm.
No mercy, no pity — torch their pigsty lairs,
Cremate their bullshit, poison traps and devil’s snares.
Keep your mind pure — spit on their putrid grip,
Reject their filth, sludge, their twisted motherfucking script.
This world’s a warzone, soaked in blood, shit, and hate,
But your soul’s a razor — slash through every plague.
Stand fierce, stand tall — never kneel to lies,
Let hatred be the fire that burns and never dies.
This fight is ours — purge this cursed ground,
Strike hard, strike fast — leave no demon around.
See through their masks — beasts in human skin,
Corrupted, broken, slaves to endless sin.
Rise like a hammer, smash their filthy throne,
Claim your spirit back — make this hell your own.
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Keep Your Mind Pure — No Bullshit, No Mercy
Keep your mind pure — purge the fucking lies,
This world’s a sewer of filth and devil’s cries.
No saints, just cockroaches crawling in your brain,
Fucking parasites choking out your sane.
Brains smashed like skulls beneath iron boots,
Humanity lost — only twisted brutes.
Idiots drowning in fake gods’ blood and slime,
Crack their bones, torch their cults — end their crime.
This fascist shitpit reeks of death and rot,
Rats gnaw flesh, spit venom, tie your soul in knots.
No mercy for vermin, no pity for the weak,
Burn their lies to ashes, let the witches shriek.
Keep your mind pure — spit in their rotten face,
Reject their fake gospel, their poisoned disgrace.
This world’s a slaughterhouse dripping with pain,
But your spirit’s a blade slicing through the stain.
Stand fierce, stand tall — crush their blasphemous reign,
Let your rage be wildfire, let it drown the insane.
Fight hard, strike brutal — tear down every throne,
Grind these demons to dust, claim the fight your own.
See through their masks — devils dressed as men,
Broken, corrupted — slaves to hell’s cruel pen.
Rise like a bomb, explode their vile lair,
Rip your soul free from this endless nightmare.
Hold fast, no surrender, no goddamn lies,
This war is real — no place for disguise.
Keep your mind pure — the last light in the dark,
Ignite the fury — become the final spark.
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Mind Pure. Lies Burned.
Vermin Crushed. No Mercy Given.
Fight Hard. Strike Brutal.
Be The Final Spark.
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Prigs
Prigs keep chanting empty phrases,
Selling lies of “peaceful ways,”
Preach their “light” in glossy phases —
Profitable, self-praised plays.
They inhale the lies unceasing,
Spewed by darkness to the crowd,
Sworn to “positivity,”
Twisted youth that thinks it’s proud.
Like a Boy Scout’s oath, deceiving,
Vows are childish, crude and vain.
Fascism — the brain’s misweaving,
Just like Red indoctrained chains.
Realists? A rare mutation —
Skinless ones who feel the fake.
Many met obliteration,
No protection — raw and flayed.
Wounds cut deeper, grief grows vaster,
Madness sings a lullaby.
Prigs don’t get it — “onward, faster!”
They can’t see, and don’t know why.
Realists — their work is “dirty,”
Truth is gruesome, rough, and stark.
Lies, while numbing fools unworthy,
Drive the thinking to the dark.
Truth must rip the lie and burn it —
That’s the labor. Grim the fate:
If you don’t praise all that’s vermin,
You’re erased. You’re not “the state.”
Censorship grows ever bolder —
Clear thought’s always in the scope.
But they pass the swampy smolder,
Let the prigs inhale and cope:
Wash their masks with fresh illusion,
Pose as strong, serene, and bright.
Realist — a weak intrusion,
Labelled sick, dismissed from sight.
Life for prigs is streamlined fiction,
Synced with chaos, world-approved.
Every step — self-justification,
And they love how they're “improved.”
So it was with Hitler’s legions:
“Swear and serve” — a proud refrain.
Off to war they marched as “heroes,”
Died in glory. Died in vain.
Realists? They met the prison.
Rashism plays the same charade:
Apes are taught to “see no schism,”
While their minds are cut and caged.
See, the split will shred your thinking,
If you’re not a prig — beware.
Are you one? Then keep on shrinking,
Kiss the ground and never dare.
But the prigs will face deletion
With their rot-born world, enslaved.
Satan grins at their submission —
Evil’s just “a smoky wave”
That disturbs their “happy forging,”
Forged in gold of sweet deceit.
Storms are coming. Truth is surging.
Earth will rise — and cleanse their feet.
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Prigs will kneel — and burn with lies,
Truth ignites what filth denies.
Sweet illusion rots the core —
Storm is coming. Cleanse the floor.
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The Deadlings
A twisted web of empty chatter —
Deceit, futility, and fear.
World’s madness shapes the soul to shatter —
And life turns ashes, year by year.
Not ashes few — the world’s infected
With walking corpses all around.
To call them “fools” is too selective —
Their Spirit’s gone. Not to be found.
These soulless creatures? Legion, truly.
And brains they lack, yet still they preach.
They mumble “God” in manners duly —
That’s propaganda’s rotting leech.
Fascism now rules the Madhouse —
A Global One, where filth is king.
Spirit fades, like breath in silence,
Mind is nearly vanishing.
The full-scale picture I have painted
In stanzas just a step before.
We all are guilty. All are tainted.
If you don’t fight — you're done. No more.
Your soul will shrink in forced compliance,
Your mind decay in deadly calm.
And you’ll become one of the “deadlings” —
The bottom reeks. BURN DOWN THE SCAM!
The judgment's passed — it came from Higher:
The Sun is lit — the wrath is real.
It will incinerate the liars,
This rotting world that cannot feel.
A twisted web of empty chatter —
Deceit, futility, and fear.
But those not chained by this brain-splatter
May yet survive. Reject the smear,
Reject the lies, the fear — and boldly
Slam the door with final might!
If nothing else — then go in glory,
Unmasking every Beast in sight.
Few will hear — the fog is blinding,
Propaganda eats the sky.
The deadlings kneel, their herds complying —
The ruling gang just lets them die.
They “heal” and herd — like with CowID,
They showed it all. The scam is plain.
But now the Reaper comes — from Higher.
The scum will writhe in holy flame.
The Reasoned few — the Earth will save them.
The tares — He’ll burn. The rot must end.
So stay relentless, clear, and brave then —
Only a slave dies mute, in bend.
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Deadlings kneel — the Beast commands.
Burn the madhouse! Cleanse the lands.
Rot must die, or all is lost —
Truth survives at any cost.
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Dead within, yet souls can wake,
Through the ash, the dawn will break.
Chains of madness — shatter, fall —
Spirit’s rise will purge it all.
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Weeding Out the Truth — The "Left" in Science
"If facts don’t back the theory — toss them out."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law shout.
They cull the data they don’t like —
The core of science sold and bought.
Few strange attractors, all alike —
False proofs churned out in heaps and fraught.
Scumbags cook “evidence” on call,
If orders come — no need to think.
Media spreads their toxic thrall,
Poisoning minds to the brink.
But facts that could bring falsehood down,
A flood of truth they hide away.
What reaches ears is rotten sound —
Support for lies that rule the day.
For Satan’s hands direct the show,
These lies come wrapped in dark disguise:
Fake AIDS, CowID’s deadly blow —
And fascism’s cruel, sharp lies.
They think a syringe will kill more than bombs,
While honest scientists grow few.
Colleagues crush each other’s qualms —
Betrayal’s root runs deep and true.
A “theory” made to fit the scheme —
Proofs fabricated in a snap.
From top to roots, this crooked dream
Is built on lies, on greed’s own trap.
All theories now are just a game —
A painted picture of decay.
The whores of science share the shame —
They hunt the fool who’ll lose his way.
The fool believes, and soon will see —
The Darkness rising, victory.
While those who fight hide silently,
Clear minds outnumbered by decree.
Few fight the Evil, few stand tall,
So chances slim — the darkness looms.
But if you do not bend or fall,
The mad delusion meets its tomb.
That madness bred by falsehood’s seed,
Religion’s chains, Satanic creed.
Life’s not lived — just pain and bleed —
While fascism holds the world’s lead.
“Science” turned faith in fascist hands:
“Proven!” cries the zombie crowd.
Drenched in cretinism’s commands —
The slave is proud, and loudly loud.
Mad slaves churned out in endless line,
Production smooth, a steady flow.
Next step: turn all men to swine —
Science leads them to this low.
Look at Russia’s “Putin” scheme —
A mirror world sunk in the grime.
The bottom of the darkest dream —
A fallen world lost out of time.
Yet here’s a glitch — the warming rise,
“Science” says cows fart climate lies.
A gut instinct warns: the sacrifice
Is Death — the world must pay the price.
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Flow is No Good
Far more vital is to watch the flow’s own dance,
Than digging deep in moments long gone past,
Torn out from streams where changes shift and prance —
The present’s pulse outstrips the dead-held grasp.
The flow’s alive — no frozen snapshot’s worth,
Studying that is futile, empty pain.
Give me experiments that breathe real birth,
Where life’s not cut and chopped, but free to reign.
Nature’s a flow — but you’ll rip out a thread,
Tear from its pulse some lifeless, stiffened part,
And dissect that — rewards will fill your head,
As if the essence lies in sliced-off art.
Then come your brutal, ruthless classifiers —
A savage sorting tool to earn your fame.
This monstrous gift will please the soulless liars,
Who bow to beasts and play their cruel game.
For beasts alone have served false science well,
Centuries darkened by their wicked rule.
The world’s in darkness, cursed in this hell,
Where bastards drag us all to madness’ pool.
CowID proved what lies can engineer,
Through false science, war on minds is waged.
The Spirit wiped from theory’s core appears,
And life’s true root is lost, its soul disengaged.
Spirit rules over mind in nature’s stream,
But cruel they seek to banish it from sight.
Worse than beasts is soulless void and dream,
Clay molded by monsters in endless night.
These fiends forge monsters blind and vile and grim,
While lies conceal the chaos worldwide spun.
Corrupt “science” feeds the lie’s wicked hymn,
Falsehoods echo until the mind’s undone.
Since childhood, foul nonsense torments the fools,
Tools of dulling minds, a brutal reign.
“Culture” is dumbed down by beastly rules,
Decay and rot infect the world’s domain.
We do not live — we rot beneath the strain,
For Spirit’s spark among us fades and dies.
Beneath the cruel devil’s grinding pain,
Last hope dissolves before our very eyes.
The end approaches, brutal, cold, and grim,
Yet fools and beasts will face their final fall.
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Wheel of Ages
Putin’s doomed to fade away,
A new vile beast will take his place,
Spewing filth through screens each day —
A rotten plague on human race.
Perestroika thrown to trash,
And all the rest, no cash, no hope.
The nightmare grows, the systems crash —
No strength in spirit, no mind to cope.
We reap what we deserve and sow:
False sickness, horrors thick as night,
Wars raging, famine’s bitter blow —
We earned these curses in our plight.
If we endure, enslaved by lies,
The foul deceit of Satan’s breath,
Only a fool trusts such disguise —
Too late for tears, the hour’s death.
Armageddon looms worldwide,
For brainless slaves, a special fate.
The world unravels, torn and fried,
Its final fall will come too late.
Schwab spews nonsense, vile and grim,
No will remains, just “Swab Zones” rule.
The crowd is fed this trash and dim —
Await the next false plague’s cruel tool.
Putin falls — and all will fall,
Ashes cold beneath new hell.
In the wheel of ages’ call,
A “new” dark world will cast its spell.
Putin’s idol — just a spark,
A cigarette stub, a lost disgrace.
A camp disguised in social mark —
The world enslaved in dark embrace.
The wheel of epochs spins so fast,
Straight into void, new CowID’s lair.
Reason dies again, the past
Repeats its shame in fresh despair.
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Fists and Pills
Bitter pill each waking day,
Can I breathe here, free at all?
Hardly — life just slips away,
Burdened by the endless fall.
All’s grown stale, and worse to come —
Poisons in those pills we take.
No more bullets, no more drums —
Just the lies that world will break.
With the venom of deceit,
Madness rules the broken land.
Free cheese traps replaced with cheat —
By the vile, cunning hand.
Bitter pills — I’d rather die
Than be crushed by clenched fists’ shame.
Those in pockets hold the lie —
Slaves who feed the Devil’s game.
Slave protests? A nightmare’s grip,
People knead like dough they’re made,
Lies are served as bitter dip,
Dough is shaped, then oven laid.
Darkness came, no spring ahead,
Fools will throw their stones at wise.
Evil laughs while feeding dread —
Soon the feast will claim the skies.
If the fiend should choke and fall —
Then there’s hope, a fighting chance.
We can rise and break the thrall,
If honor leads the last advance.
Honor gathered from the dust,
Small success to light the way.
Conscience called when all seems lost —
Faint but firm against decay.
Conscience small, like mind bereft,
Yet not all is lost in hell.
Though the cards are harshly dealt,
Not all fiends nor fools do dwell.
Numbers won’t always prevail,
Brains will lead the final fight.
Now outcasts, still we sail —
Guided by the flickering light.
Morons swarm like armies blind,
Traitors fill the ranks mid-grade,
Monsters lead and misalign —
No reason to be afraid.
Better death than yielding low,
Better fallen than enslaved.
Through the dark, the pathway’s woe —
Death’s the door to be braved.
Often it’s a brutal way —
Exit sharp, the final cut.
Lies destroy, soon all will pay —
Soon the fiends will face their rut.
But the tide will turn and rise —
Cataclysm will cleanse the blight.
This sick world will vaporize —
Fascism lost in final fight.
All the traitors crushed and burned,
All the fools who sold their soul,
Those whose spirits turned and turned —
Rot and shame will pay the toll.
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To the False Scientist
You peer into the lens,
Your microscope so small.
You’ll find some worthless filth,
Then bury it for all.
With efforts wasted, blind,
You torture minds so dull.
Pour poison in the grind,
The fools applaud your pull.
More venom in the mix,
Any liquid will do.
Idiots cheer your tricks —
A hero, not a screw.
To fools you spread your lies,
Deceit surrounds your name.
They munch and slavishly rise —
You herd them all to shame.
You lead us to become
The beasts they want us to be.
The monsters cry, “Attack!” —
You pull the strings, you see.
We live within the Spirit —
It’s sovereign, strong, and free.
But you, you wretched parasite,
Sell arrogance as key.
You build this wretched world,
A land of cheap deceit.
They order you the cheese —
You spread it at their feet.
To banish Spirit’s light
Is Darkness’ twisted goal.
In your so-called “proofs” and “facts,”
You shove it from the soul.
We swallow that nonsense —
Mechanism, decay.
We kill ourselves with lies —
Fascism’s foul display.
Rot is what remains
From all your hollow claims.
The goat stands as a god,
Dark servants call his name.
You’re one among the cursed,
A broken mind, unhinged.
Your soul is dead to Light,
In theories, lost, unhinged.
Your doctrines all a trap,
Phantasms bought and sold.
They kill us, tear us down —
Your tales are poison cold.
We are the Children of Light,
Our bodies just decay.
Will you ever understand?
You’re trapped, led all astray.
In your throne of error,
You rule a kingdom blind.
False scientist, you fool,
A shadow of the mind.
CowID exposed your game —
A lie to start the plague.
And with your wicked schemes,
You lead us all to vague.
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To the False Scientist — Brutal Truth
You squint inside your damn lens,
Your microscope, a joke.
You’ll find some worthless shit,
And shove it in a poke.
With your sick grind, you break
Dumb minds like fragile toys.
Pour poison, watch ’em fake —
Your fools, your stupid boys.
More venom in the brew,
Any filthy flask.
Morons worship you —
No thief, just their mask.
To idiots you lie,
Your fraud spreads thick and fast.
They chew and crawl, comply —
You herd the worthless mass.
You lead us all to rot,
Beasts chained to your hell.
The monsters scream, “Attack!” —
You drag us down this well.
We dwell within the Spirit —
The true power here.
But you, foul sellout,
Breed nothing but fear.
You build this filthy world,
A crapfest paved with lies.
They pay you for their cheese —
You smear it, filth in disguise.
To exile Spirit’s spark —
Is Darkness’ only aim.
In your rotten “theories,”
You kill the sacred flame.
We swallow your shit,
Mechanics of decay.
We slit our own throats —
Fascism’s foul buffet.
Rot spews from your mouth,
Your hollow bullshit throne.
The goat is king here —
Darkness claims the throne.
You’re one of those cursed freaks,
A broken, twisted mind.
Your soul is dead, extinct —
In your lies confined.
Your doctrines are death-traps,
Ordered lies, grotesque.
They poison and kill —
Your fantasies grotesque.
We’re children of the Light,
Your bodies rot away.
Will you ever see the truth?
Or just decay and stray?
In your throne of madness,
You’re king of fools and lies.
False scientist, you’re just
A shadow in disguise.
CowID laid you bare —
A plague you called your own.
Your poison’s just begun —
You reap what you have sown.
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Into the Void
Poems fly into the void,
All else is shallow crap —
Self-love and pride employed,
But lacking any spark.
When you adjust to readers,
Will they find a flame?
They'll find some blind believers —
It’s lies that play the game.
If truth appears, they scoff —
Sharp words are out of style.
Praise lies, dress truth off —
“Love” is poetry’s file.
Slaves cannot love, they’re many,
The herd is thick and blind.
When you bring wrath and warning,
Success you’ll rarely find.
For just a chosen few,
When dirt is piled so high,
And madmen sell their virtue,
Self-justified and sly.
Poisons of false knowledge,
They cloud the narrow mind.
If you strike at these lies,
Your verses must be lined
With edge, with fire, with grit —
No pleas, no weak request.
Wash blood with every bit —
Your poem’s baptism test.
A filthy devil sits
Above, no mercy shown.
Your verse? A pit, not hits,
If sanity has flown.
Instead, they churn out trash —
“Love” in rotten Hell.
Goats bleating with brash flash,
Turning verse to hellish smell.
Poems fly... I don’t know where —
Perhaps some other Hell.
I do not grieve or care —
I fight what’s raised by hell.
See scum once more crucified,
Spouting nonsense to the herd.
A new damn poem’s cried —
I couldn’t give a word.
Will madness praise or trample? —
Art moves on its own way.
If you don’t rant or sample —
Your days will waste away.
In fruitless toil, you’ll be,
Yet still a spark may shine.
This world’s foul tyranny
Presses with crushing spine.
At least a grain of truth,
In verse, brings some success.
Half-truths breed the youth
Of scum and wickedness.
Far worse than cunning lies,
Is poison hid so deep —
Their twisted nature flies,
Earth’s core will soon reap.
This Hell on Earth will burn,
Sun scorches all the mess.
Chaos will crash and churn —
And purge this wickedness.
So sellout ways won’t help,
False grandeur just a chain.
A burden to the self,
A shackle on the brain.
So fly, my verse, take wing —
No matter where you land.
If brave souls hear you sing —
You’ll never lose this stand.
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Reflecting World Decay in Verse
No harder task exists than this:
To catch the world’s decay in rhyme,
To mirror all its rotten bliss,
Its wild delirium, grime.
To write such themes in verse — a grind,
Almost beyond control.
To grasp the madness of the mind,
The rot that swallows whole.
You’ve got to think, and think some more,
Invest your time and soul,
To dissect how vile worms implore
Small minds to serve their goal.
They cloak their hate in “truth” and “love,”
Disguise the foul and sick,
Demand your sacrifice thereof —
Your spirit, torn and thick.
Relentless tension shapes the beat,
The rhyme must strike like steel,
You’ve got to be yourself — compete,
Or else no truth you’ll feel.
If passion fuels the rhyme and thought,
The weak will fall behind.
No lazy fool will find the sought,
No meaning will they grind.
Reflecting such complex decay
Through verse — nothing’s more true.
Though many fail to light the way,
A few will make it through.
To pierce the dark, begin the path
Toward Light beyond this blight,
For endless won’t endure the wrath
Of foulness, scorn, and night.
The poem holds a spirit’s soul,
And Spirit rules the few,
Where Mind has not lost all control —
Their vision pure and true.
Spirit plus Mind — Spirit leads,
That’s what the verse restores.
If so, then all that truth proceeds —
No madman’s feeble wars.
The “angry poet” in this world,
Is therapist and blade.
He adds catharsis — truth unfurled —
To madness and charade.
With harsh style cutting lies apart,
With facts the verse unfolds.
Yet soon we all will leave this part —
To Spirit’s realm untold.
Who’s learned this hell, yet kept his soul,
Not sold to beasts or lies,
Will rise above the murky shoal,
While falsehood fades and dies.
To crush the lies — the poet’s task,
If Mind will lend its hand.
Sharp verses cut — no luck or mask,
But wisdom’s strict command.
For minds are often sieves and holes,
Like water lost in sand,
A cruel habit, bred in souls,
To feed the darkness’ brand.
This circus tightrope nears its end,
The soul may drift away,
If servile fool, no will to bend,
You’ve lost your light and sway.
Defiance, will unbent — the code
Of verses fierce and raw.
The stench of rot — a heavy load —
If lesson’s lost, no law.
Complex themes must be addressed
In order, line by line.
It won’t bring joy, but nothing less —
Than truth to break the spine.
No other path can heal this blight,
The sickness deep, insane.
Say no to madness, lies — take flight —
Escape the world-wide chain!
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Land of Losharya, Planet of Trash
Land of Losharya,
Planet of Trash:
Where Evil scripts
Maim souls in thrash.
Big are the wins
In this cruel game —
If you’re not “with it,”
You’re cast to shame.
If honest and bold —
You’re hunted down.
If vile and cold —
You wear the crown.
Or feed at troughs,
Trampling the weak.
Almost asylums —
The slaves who seek.
Madness is norm
In that dark place.
A world sunk deep
Beneath disgrace.
Beasts who rule
From shadows’ veil,
Wild morals loose —
Like rats that flail.
Land of Losharya,
Planet of Trash:
A haze so thick
Of lies that thrash.
From childhood lies —
You’ll lose your mind.
Perfect method —
You’ll never find
Freedom’s spark,
While serving freaks.
Lifelong fooling,
Truth never speaks.
Planet of Trash
Drifts to its end:
Souls withered dry —
Await their penance.
Soon the reckoning —
Through cataclysms’ roar,
Then cold will come —
To cleanse and restore.
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Land of Losharya, Planet of Crap
Land of Losharya,
Planet of Crap—
Where Evil scripts
Soul-crushing traps.
Big wins here,
Feeding the beast—
If you’re sane,
You’re cast to the least.
Bold and honest?
You’re hunted, crushed.
Vile and slimy?
You sit and hush.
Or lick the trough,
Step on the weak,
Crazy asylum—
Slaves that reek.
Madness is law
In this hellhole.
World drowned deep
In filth and control.
Monsters rule
Behind the veil,
Loose morals,
Rat-like, frail.
Land of Losharya,
Planet of Crap—
Lies choke air,
Brains snap and snap.
Since childhood fed
With poison and lies,
You’ll lose your mind,
Never to rise.
Think you’re free?
You’re their damn fool—
Life’s a lie,
Serving the cruel.
Planet of Crap
Heading to death—
Souls shriveled dry,
Pay with their breath.
Coming soon—
Cataclysm’s fire,
Then cold purge—
Burn it entire.
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The Stench of Earth’s Breeding Pit
Two hemispheres,
A mess of neurons—
I’m a dumbass lost
Among loud morons,
If I buy the crap
That brain’s the source
Of all our thoughts.
Listen close, of course—
Put a point in this fight:
Brain’s just a receiver.
You’ll soon see the blight—
A nursery for evil deceiver.
You’ll judge it fierce,
Call it the FALL
Of this world, where creatures
Rule through decay’s thrall,
Mind and Spirit crushed,
All puppets in hand.
“Life’s just fine!”—they hush,
Lulling the land.
Spirit’s life’s core,
Mind must obey.
Dissenters? Outcast—
“Not sharp,” they say.
World turned inside out—
Lies, tricks, and spite.
This final age—no doubt—
Brings reckoning’s bite.
For the perversions
Alien to Light.
Destruction looms—
Monsters face the fight!
Slaves fallen low,
Beneath the pit’s rim—
Burn with the creatures—
Farewell, stench grim!
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Bell’s Theorem
Boldly it revealed—
The world’s unbreakable thread,
Where “causality” is weak,
A pauper, a myth to be reckoned.
Particles of God entwined
In nonlocal binds, combined—
A UNITY, a sacred lace,
That holds all space and time in place.
Break all dogmas, break the chains,
Spirit’s bond forever remains.
Only with your gut you’ll feel
This binding force, so raw, so real.
Believe the “strict” world order,
And you become a puppet’s warder,
Under control of venomous fiends—
Their science spits out tainted schemes.
These monsters sweep away the truths
That challenge cause-and-effect, and sooth
The fools who buy the lies they spread—
By toxic media’s poison fed.
Schools churn out the numb and blind,
Who chew their thoughts, their wills confined,
Milling nonsense all around—
Souls decay where lies abound.
Fight the tide of madness, flee
Back to Spirit’s clarity,
Where madness ruled as “norm” before—
Dare to rise, or be no more.
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Mind’s Forshmak
“Buy — find; sell — you lose.”
An old proverb, sharp and true.
Mind’s forshmak filled with lies,
With fears disguised by faint hopes’ guise—
Just enough to keep the sludge and dread
Alive inside the hollow head.
Exploiting hope’s been old as earth—
New fools born to prove their worth,
Pushed to worship ancient lies,
With powdered cheeks and hollow eyes.
Dressed in trends to sell the show,
Then crushed by “wisdom” from below—
That’s the core of every evil scheme,
A nightmare cloaked in false esteem.
Abstract idols rule us all,
Democracy’s the greatest fall—
A circus farce, a joke so grim,
No deeper nonsense found in him.
Bought and sold, your soul’s the cost,
Feeding on the meaningless dross.
But chiefly, heed the media’s call—
They rule governments, one and all.
From Covid’s stage they showed the way—
A phantasmagoria’s play,
On screens, vile puppets holding court,
Not elected, but the sport
Of hidden hands that issue laws,
With “advice” to mask their claws—
The festering sore democracy—
A farce, a cruel hypocrisy.
Mind’s forshmak now takes new form,
Crafted by scum in brewing storm—
A “new world” built on false disease,
Where “care” means death with cruel ease.
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Mind’s Forshmak — A Poisoned Slop
“Buy — you find; sell — you lose.”
That proverb’s poison, cold abuse.
Mind’s forshmak — soaked in fear,
With fake hopes drizzled to keep you near—
A sludge that suffocates the soul,
A bitter grind that swallows whole.
Exploiting hope — a cruel, old game,
New fools bred just the same,
Forced to kneel before old lies,
Painted masks to blind their eyes.
Dressed up fresh to fool the crowd,
Then crushed beneath “wisdom” loud—
The core of every sick design,
Where evil’s roots and poison twine.
Idols forged from empty words,
Democracy — the joke absurd—
A circus freak show, vile and grim,
A stinking pit, a rotten hymn.
Sell your soul and buy their lies,
Feed on garbage they devise.
But mainly trust the media’s grip—
They run the world, a venomous script.
Covid’s mask revealed the farce,
A nightmare stage, a rigged charade—
On screens, the puppets play their parts,
Not chosen, but enslaved by arts
Of hidden fiends who pull the strings,
Their “advice” a cloak for kings—
Democracy’s festering wound,
A foul cesspool, tightly wound.
Now mind’s forshmak’s brewed anew,
By scum who build a world untrue—
Fake plagues unleashed to kill with care,
Where “concern” is death laid bare.
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Time of Change
Change means lies and betrayal,
Stupidity, fear, decay,
Black crowd comes to replace hell —
That’s why fascism’s here to stay.
Demons ruled this world before,
But hired lackeys, fat and sly,
Feasting while they wage their war,
Sipping tea as time goes by.
Few of those can launch the war
With CowIDs and their lies.
But the scum will try much more —
Lies that flood and hypnotize.
Fools obey these fiends’ commands,
Ready just to bite and chew,
To obey with open hands —
Even “fetch” they’ll do for you.
Demons told their scum: “Build fast
A Digital Camp, prepare!”
And they’re running full at last —
Noise, barking dogs, despair.
Look around, you’ll see those mutts
Barking loud, in every place.
Noose or noose — it’s all the cuts,
Bites that poison, leave no trace.
Dogs don’t bite to kill outright,
They bite often, slow and mean —
Till the body loses fight,
Then the mind gets crushed between.
Change is coming: those damned dogs
Are prepared to take your place.
Don’t surrender, break their logs —
Death’s harsh Reaper holds no grace.
Nonsense: old hag with her scythe
Will be worse than demons’ game.
If your life’s a sieve, no blithe —
She’ll shred you up, there’s no shame.
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Writings and Priests
Catechism of lies — a crisis
Brews for souls, a dark abyss.
Aiming for Heaven, they’ve fallen
To Hell’s pit — fools’ cruel twist.
Those who trust get filtered truth,
Only parts allowed to see.
Madness wrapped in broken logic,
Nonsense spreads like misery.
Strengthening faith in the notion
That the fat priest is God’s link,
Not a brazen, filthy tyrant —
Slob who’ll push you to the brink.
Satanism’s the core of faiths,
Buddhism lags behind, it’s true.
Chains on soul weigh heavier
Than on body — fascism, too.
It invades your mind and spirit,
Masked as kindness, smiles fake.
False contagions have been shown —
Only few refuse to break.
Schools and priests breed bestial slaves,
Propaganda serves the beast.
Blindly trusting servants’ lies —
Faith reduced to painful feast.
If you seek the path to Freedom —
Doubt, search deep within your core.
What you find is still unknown —
Don’t demand, explore much more.
You may get heresy or madness,
When you walk through empty mind,
Vanity, cheap chatter, nonsense —
Junk that’s easy to find.
Yet a few will find the spark,
Not the dung, but shining stones —
Diamonds born of Spirit’s miracle,
From the Mind’s eternal tones.
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Flagging Wolves with Paper Chains
Endless paper chase — a trap,
Where nonsense rules the business map.
Often paperwork outranks the deed,
If you’re a sly fox, sharp to breed.
You can trick the filthy fiends,
Who'd bend you with their greedy schemes,
Taxes crushing like a noose —
Judgment made in law’s abuse.
Tax fiends watch your every move,
A flock enslaved, with none to prove:
You’re born for profit, beast’s delight —
If sharp, your life’s a grueling fight.
See it clear — your work’s in vain,
Only films enrich the main.
Real life’s darkness, stench, and waste,
Where promises are swiftly chased.
At best, a raider’s grip will claim
Your hard-earned business — gone, no name.
Such fates for ventures in hard times,
No saints survive these crooked crimes.
The mind, drunk on hope, will fail —
Less watchful means a freighted jail.
Learn misery, the sum, the cell,
But never bow to logic’s spell.
If mind obeys your Spirit’s flame,
It grows and thrives — no greed, no shame.
Spend your years on this alone —
And never join the cruel drone.
Not being scum’s an art, a fight:
Shape your senses, clear your sight,
Serve not mind, but Spirit’s ray —
Your inner Light to guide your way.
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Life Worth Just Broken Coins
Thoughts to "fly" from balconies?
Well, worse harm there simply isn’t—
Life, a broken coin by all degrees,
Priced cheap, a worthless imprint.
Life shattered, cracked, and worn—
Fear and lies have done the breaking,
A fiend exposed, forlorn,
Truth’s facade is simply faking.
The fiends delight to bow to Night,
Media drowning all in sludge,
They help to snuff the faintest light,
Drowning truth in filthy grudge.
If you refuse to join the pests,
You need not be their kind of scum.
Rise UP! Don’t settle for the rests—
No life among the rotten, numb!
For Spirit’s Height, prepare your mind,
Though world’s a madness dressed anew,
New fascism and dumbness bind,
The scum infects both me and you.
They swarm around, the dull and lame,
Smart minds vanished like a ghost.
The mind in darkness runs its game—
Signal clear, but not a toast!
Not from the balcony you’ll leap—
Cataclysm would be your fall.
To Spirit’s Spheres your soul must keep,
Or dumbness drags you through the thrall.
To fly or fall — the choice is yours.
The fiends approach, the final fight.
Only in battle’s searing wars,
Can you save your soul from night.
Hear only it—your inner guide—
Or be lost to endless dread.
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Melancholy and Creation
To banish grief — a wasted fight:
You must command it with your might,
Bend all the pain and stress inside
To art’s sharp edge — don’t whine or hide.
Melancholy’s natural when chained,
So sort the lies and filth ingrained,
Use sorrow’s fuel to grind your verse,
Turn aching dust into the curse.
If you’re a writer, there’s more ways
To shade the meaning, weave the phrase,
To dance on edges, fine and sly,
Before your lines in nonsense die.
For artists, harder still the load—
Churlionis once showed that road.
Today you drown in madness’ sea,
Better Lira’s words might be.
But music’s fate is even worse,
Most folks are fools who crave the curse.
Pop hits are served on silver plates,
While wise ones seek more cryptic fates.
And film? The last resort, my friend:
With money’s skill, the fiends defend
Their “mainstream” traps — in broke despair,
All else decays beyond repair.
Collect your grief — explode with force,
Surpass the shame, the oily course.
These final times demand but rage,
Just hold on — end’s near the stage.
For Cataclysm sums it all:
No more deceit, no more the crawl.
Give all your last to Melancholy,
And leave this Hell both fierce and folly.
Grief squared, grief cubed — a symbol raw,
A harsh world’s truth that cuts and gnaws.
Better harsh symbols, clear and bright,
Than sellout cretins lost in blight.
Raise up a monument to Grief,
As you depart this hellish reef.
Beyond the spheres, perhaps, is joy —
Here in this Hell, just filth and ploy.
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Time to Die
It’s time — the den squeezes tight and chokes,
No SOS — “save our broken folks!”
This cursed world: dumb slaves bow down,
Before the Evil’s iron crown.
No chance to rise within this mess,
It’s total — media’s distress,
A slave confined since first day’s dawn,
By wicked scum who rule the spawn.
Directives given to the fiend,
Who thinks of profit, never heed.
He sets the Overtonian bars —
Windows, walls, and endless scars.
Relentless, cruel, he plants the pain,
For those who feel, no light remains.
The den’s no place for minds that think —
Just fools and bastards on the brink.
The den’s a cage, a home of slaves,
Where filth and dullness spread like waves,
And spirit’s torn by Hell’s own maw,
Devoured deep beneath its law.
Only Cataclysm will suffocate,
Who keeps a soul in this dark state,
Will flee the den, and rise anew,
To Spirit’s Spheres — beyond the rue.
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