Problem — Reaction — Solution: The Control Mechanism


I. Problem — Reaction — Solution

You gotta craft the problem yourself,
To scare the gullible fools outright.
Then shove fake “solutions” on the shelf,
And stomachs vote to make it right.

That’s how the world’s control unfolds,
Where genocide’s a favored art.
This world’s a cesspit, grim and cold,
Where fools keep breeding fools to part.

The problems stitched with white-hot thread,
Convince only the dumbest of men.
The wretched “solutions” filled with dread —
Human scum’s vile, sickening den.

The gist of all those fake dilemmas
Is crushing freedom, no escape,
The only way to fix the schemas —
Is choking minds with no debate.

You’ll find the proof; I won’t exhaust
This curse with verses, foul and crude.
For style harsh — no blame, no cost —
Roses and tears won’t fix this feud.


II. Crushing Machine of Lies

Here presses grind all into dust,
“Education” kills the mind.
Poisoned souls turn into rust —
In lies and chains confined.

Mute and blind, obey the dark,
The world’s a plague, a rotten sore.
This blight’s the hammer, cold and stark,
That kills all hope at core.

Lie first, then scare the weak to death,
Make slaves beg to be chained.
This method’s old — its cruel breath
Has long been known, well-stained.

First create a problem, then await
The fearful crowds’ response.
Offer a “choice” — enslave their fate —
Freedom’s price: compliance once.

This madness rules the mass’s mind,
A beast that feeds on weak and blind.
How live among these blind, confined?
Cry, scream — no peace you’ll find.

Reject the lies, seek spirits true,
Build worlds beyond the dark taboo,
Or perish lost, devoured by crew
Of war and lies anew.


III. Chain Reaction of Stupidity

A chain reaction dumb and blind
Sweeps all reason down the drain.
It starts as education’s grind —
A sewage flood of lies and pain.

A torrent of vile ideologies,
Designed to keep the dark alive.
They scar the soul and breed fallacies —
Make truth and reason take a dive.

Propaganda grabs the torch,
Howling fear to paralyze.
“Odd ones” mocked — a coded scorch,
To trap the brave and wise.

Endless memes and patterns sold —
Rot immortal, foul and cold.
They push the herd to mindless fold,
Feeding on the weak and old.

Only crap is spread around,
Repeating lies to dumb the crowd.
The goal: the harvest, poison-bound —
False paradise, fake and loud.

The “paradise” of fascists’ grip,
A global camp of cruel decay.
Its flag’s a cross of capitulation —
The doom of all who lose their way.


IV. Bread, Spectacles, and Spells

Here rule the spells, incantations,
The trigger for dog-like brays.
“Attention!” calls the mass — all stations,
Follow lines in zombie ways.

Personal experience will show —
You’re trapped inside a hellish play.
Like lab rabbits, fate’s cruel blow,
Yet rabbits at least aren’t mad all day.

The madness vast, if summed in one,
“Consciousness” — beastly, dull, and weak.
Don’t listen, don’t react — you’re done
If caught in traps that devils seek.

Record it all inside your head,
But never twitch, don’t take the bait!
The spirit’s tormented, filled with dread,
Escape light or face your fate.

Clear your mind of poisoned trash,
Mountains built of vile deceit.
Few minds intact — the schools just crash
The spark of thought beneath their feet.

They aim to dull the common brain,
To turn the soul to darkest mud.
But “evil” called by other names,
Disguised in terms that drip with blood.

Civilization’s howl: beware!
Their lies infect the highest air.
Behind their masks lurks foul despair —
Truth dies while fools sit unaware.

Exercises in fake “wise men” —
Where scum present as sage again.
That’s the world of “rational” men,
Where rotten lies breed bitter pain.

Thus all “revolutions” and “reforms”
Lead straight to bondage, no reforms.
“Constitutions” — hollow forms —
Mind’s entertainment, brainstorms.

Bread is poisoned, spectacles dull,
Fit only for the stupid fool.
But fools devour it like a rule,
Their minds reduced to empty pools.

And all begins with spells — the dark
The core of Morok’s deadly mark.
Minimal awareness — stark —
That’s how the liars claim their park.

Expand your mind and spirit’s flight,
Or become a sheep doomed to the knife.
An empty husk, a vegetable blight,
Their harvest doomed to lose all life.

No show for you, no stage, no praise —
Burned, crushed, devoured in their maze.
Though all that’s grown is full of haze,
Falsehoods drown in toxic waves.

V. Politics — A Game for Fools
Mad reactions run amok,
By “factions” paid to fool the flock.
A game of false opposition —
Where every “side” is just submission.

“Enemies” conjured up on whim,
Threats fabricated, schemes so grim.
Pawns shuffled, dirty money’s trim,
Fools dance to lies — the lights go dim.

Clowns are but the puppet’s mask,
The master’s hand beyond the task.
Fools are shackled deep in lies —
Truth buried beneath their cries.

Lies implanted from their birth,
Politics the show of dearth.
No better tool to crush the Earth —
Falsehood’s gate to false rebirth.

Dig deep the dirt, reveal the lies,
Look past the smokescreens, dark disguise.
Closer to freedom’s distant skies,
Truth waits beyond the tyrants’ cries.

VI. Overloaded...
Reactions flooded, minds destroyed,
By lies and fear, the crowds deployed.
Scared fools trust the staged charade,
Invited death with blind parade.

“Disease” conjured from the screen,
Emotions snared by cruel machine.
No reason left, just greed and spite,
The fools march blindly into night.

Puppets dance, their strings are pulled,
By green bills in shadows mulled.
The slaughterhouse disguised by faith,
The fools believe the greatest wraith.

They say it’s God’s own sacred plan —
And bow their heads to that cruel man.
They pray while mocked, the fools, the damned,
A pitiful, obedient band.


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Problem — Reaction — Solution: The Control Game

You craft the problem, scare the crowd,
Then sell the fix with lies so loud.
Education’s poison, minds confined,
In chains of fear, the fools aligned.

Lie first, then scare to make them kneel,
Offer "choices" — fake as steel.
Masses drown in dumb despair,
Trapped in cages built of air.

Propaganda’s endless flood,
Turns bright minds to twisted mud.
Memes and fear the herd control,
Crushing sparks that touch the soul.

Politics — a puppet show,
Fools dance, but who pulls strings? They don’t know.
Enemies made, then swapped in play,
Freedom’s corpse rots day by day.

Bread and spectacles, spells cast wide,
To dull the herd, to kill the pride.
A sea of sheep with vacant eyes,
Blindly marching to their demise.

Overloaded, scared, destroyed,
The crowd’s faith in lies employed.
Puppets bowed to false command,
Slaves to greed’s cold, brutal hand.

Wake up, resist, and break the chain,
Or drown forever in their game.
Freedom’s flame still fights the dark—
Light it up, ignite the spark!