The Spawn’s Design
Twist all life into disgrace,
Leave no room for truth to be.
Fighting Darkness face to face—
That alone sets spirits free.
Spawn build prisons, walls grow tall,
Trapping worlds in endless night.
Yet they never build at all—
Slaves obey and rot inside.
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Adam’s First Wife
Lilith won’t sleep—
She lurks so deep.
She haunts your dreams—
Beware her schemes.
Once stupid wife,
Then lost to strife.
The Devil’s claim—
Oh, what a shame!
A myth, yet strong,
A plague, a wrong.
Drive them away—
No time to stay!
The Light’s inside—
Let it be guide.
No tales, no lies—
The Night soon dies.
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Checkmate
The master of lies, so bold, so sly—
"Our father above"? No, Satan's the guy.
The end of deceit? Just rot and decay,
We've hit rock bottom—no other way.
Fake wars, fake plagues, the world’s been sold,
Its worth? A penny, cheap and cold.
Yet fools still kneel, still take the blame,
Still wear their chains and feel no shame.
So here’s the game—the beast still reigns,
And dimwits bow to wear his chains.
No turning back, the board is set...
One last move—check and mate.
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Lie Plus Stupidity Equals DECAY
Lie plus folly—spread it wide,
Preach deception, dumb them faster!
Empty faces, vacant-eyed,
Rotten fools serve their disaster.
Centuries of downward flow,
Idiocy mass-produced,
Mindless herds still sink below,
Kept in chains by lies, seduced.
Everywhere they fight for thought,
Dullness wins, the mind corrodes.
Needles call—come take your shot,
Diving deeper down the road.
This is peak—or rather, pit,
Rotting through without delay.
Just one step, and that is it—
Purge the filth, erase decay...
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Decay
A web of lies, a ruling scheme,
It speaks of "joy" in hollow memes.
Yet wasted years will make it clear—
The Spawn has goals you’d learn to fear.
But flames will rise—no place to hide,
This Rotting World will burn at last.
No comfort, peace, nor quiet ride—
Salvation stands beyond the past.
Corruption dragged all souls below,
Yet one true path remains to tread:
Reclaim your strength, let Spirit grow,
Or stop decay among the dead.
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Courage
Since your childhood, fear's been taught,
Death itself keeps you enslaved.
That’s the System’s core—you're caught,
Trapped in horror, bred and paved.
Lies renew in twisted fashion,
Tricks and traps are laid with skill.
Stay confused—forget your passion,
Drown in madness, lose your will.
Truth alone won’t make you brave,
Just aware—but that’s a start.
Courage is the fight you crave,
Tearing all these lies apart.
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At Full Speed...
A machine of sweat and grinding,
A diseased and toxic sphere,
Where the blind and mute are writhing,
Only bastards rule in here.
Not real lords—just slaves in hiding,
Licking boots to keep their place.
Hellish cogs—no guiding, no deciding,
Fools serve blindly in disgrace.
Like mere cattle, men are kneeling,
Hoping "lords" will bring them light,
While the dream of change is fleeting,
Crushed beneath the wheels of might.
Few escape—their ranks diminish,
Fewer left to stand and fight,
As new waves of fools replenish,
Breeding madness day and night.
Freaks, dimwits, psychotic wreckage—
Forms of ruin, doomed and vexed.
Not for long, though—crash and wreckage,
Armageddon’s racing next.
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Hear and Believe...
Hear it—trust it. Blind devotion.
Thinking hurts—so why insist?
Open doors without a notion
For the brazen egotist.
He will set the facts in order,
Twist the truth to fit his line.
And if scholars serve as warders,
Fools will bow—“They must be right!”
Like a gambler, slyly dealing,
He reshapes what once was real.
Dark magician, false revealing,
Masters lies with polished skill.
Screens will show the grand illusion,
Staged to dazzle, stir, ignite,
Hiding hell in bright profusion,
Flags ablaze in crimson light.
Crowds of puppets, dumb and fervent,
March to battle or to toil.
Empty labor, pointless purpose—
But as long as there's some spoil,
Idiots will lap the poison,
Sing their hymns and stand in line.
Thought is dead—once minds are frozen,
Rulers strengthen by design.
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Slave Mentality
Judge no evil, just forgive it,
Call your shackles "life" instead.
Teach your children how to live it—
Turn their souls to slime and dread.
Centuries of tyrant ruling,
Rot and filth—no shame to see.
Blind submission, crude and drooling,
That’s a slave’s philosophy.
Sacred laws will ban derision,
Preach submission, hush the doubt.
Judas reigns—it’s called “decision,”
“Fate” is how they spell it out.
“God’s own slave”... but scriptures reek of
Satan’s mark in every thread.
That is why, with fascists’ bleak love,
Priests stand smiling, cloaked in red.
Man’s no more than Hell’s dumb minion,
Servant to the cloven beast.
Heaven’s gate—no grand dominion,
Just a test of pain increased.
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Against Nature...
But nature’s laws are strong and ruthless,
No “human rules” can stand their test.
Yet mankind fights—a war so fruitless,
And soon the flames will do the rest.
The sun burns hotter, magma rumbles,
Cracks are spreading through the crust.
But “kings” still hide in dreams that crumble,
Hoping holes will shield their dust.
They’ve built their burrows deep and sprawling,
Whole cities lurk beneath the land.
But conscience lost to greed enthralling
Won’t grant them safety as they planned.
No vault will save them—no exemption,
For all will face the final call.
And nature’s wrath grants no redemption—
You cannot turn the world to thrall.
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The Price of Truth
The price of truth is steep and grim—
Your very life’s the cost to pay.
As children, blinded, we grow dim,
Trapped in the slime of foul decay.
It wraps us tight—no space to run,
And home’s no haven from the lies.
The world, in sum, is mad, undone—
A madhouse ruled by wicked ties.
Yet if you stand, refuse to kneel,
And guard the truth with all you’ve got,
You’ll find its presence, strong and real—
An oasis in a wasteland hot.
An oasis—meaning starved and weak,
Alone, yet pushing through the strain.
While scorching winds from all sides shriek—
The stench of lies, corrupt and plain.
Slime and storm—this verse may weave
In metaphors both sharp and wild.
But should you fall, submit, and leave,
The truth will call another child.
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Tolerastia
Tolerance—just blind endurance
Of the twisted and obscene.
Lies and greed kill all assurance—
Fighting FILTH is hard, unseen.
Law’s true goal? No—DECOMPOSING
All the weak who dare comply.
Serving Satan, fate imposing—
Fools won’t get the reason why...
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Never hope for due salvation,
Never call yourself so pure.
Through your toil and dedication,
Seek the Light—stay strong, endure.
Let your voice, though small and fleeting,
Stir the madness, shake the norm,
Bringing glimpses, briefly meeting
Those in need before the storm.
Pain is plenty. Yet when finding
Even cracks where light breaks through,
You’ll respond with understanding
To this world—its faith untrue.
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The Wit and the Herd
Shouting truth? To sheep? To fools?
Sheep exist for shearers' tools.
Pigs are caged by stable rules.
All is lost—don’t cry, stay cool.
Few escape the devil’s net—
That’s his game, a winning bet.
Words won’t wake the mindless set,
Clever wit won’t save them yet...
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Cry or not, the blade won’t wait—
Execution comes on cue.
This "world order" feeds the fate
Of the minds that twist askew.
For the sane, it spells demise—
CowID showed that, clear as day.
Lucifer just laughs at lies,
While Pure Shame lurks in the fray.
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Eternal Pioneers
Lords and sirs and… dark illusions
Rule the world—what wicked fate!
"Pioneers" embrace delusions,
Worship all that breeds the Hate.
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Pioneers of Consume
All foundations? We will burn them,
Toss them out without regret!
Faster gadgets—we must earn them,
Drive the world to grave, and yet…
Short-lived pleasures, all-consuming—
Bow and feast, obey the trend!
Lies and filth run life’s programming:
Honest? Then you’ll break, my friend.
Think you're smart? Then you’ll be sinking,
Dragged down deep—no way to climb.
Brains can’t beat the rot we're drinking,
Drowning bright minds in the grime.
Stench? It’s global, we don’t mind it,
Cycles turn, the wheel’s in flow.
Swirling filth? Just sit behind it…
Popcorn’s ready—time for show!
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A Prison Without People
This world’s a joke,
Its mind is broken.
The frauds wear cloaks,
The herd stays spoken.
A prison stands,
Yet holds no nations.
The blind obey—
No revelation.
The lies run high,
Beyond all measure.
Just laugh or cry—
There’s no rock bottom.
But why, you ask?
The end is nearing.
Plague into flame!—
No more false meanings.
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Rule of Darkness
— I just want some dinner.
— Eat your GMO.
— Hear a voice of wisdom?
— Scroll through filth below.
— Choose a real leader?
— Look, the Sewer waits,
Craving for the moment
To decide your fate.
"New" deceitful programs,
Drenched in ancient lies.
Darkness owns the servants,
Bound by blackmail ties.
Choice? There’s none—just cursing
All this filth and rot.
Darkness reigns—immersing
All in its own clot…
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Slave Morality
Slaves accept their morals,
Forced on them with ease.
Lies became the chorus,
Preached to keep the peace.
Harder to defend them—
Reason still remains,
Fading, but its embers
Fight against the chains.
Darkness spreads through nations,
Fascist rule ascends.
Madness—pure damnation,
Satan’s hand extends.
What this "virtue" harbors
Filth has made quite clear:
Humankind has fallen—
Shame is all that’s near.
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