Ragequake
No bliss for slaves beneath the sun —
Only storms that break and burn.
When spirit’s crushed, the end’s begun,
You’re just a beast with no return.
Rebuild inside, ignite your core,
Let fury blast the chains away.
Only wrath can settle score,
And drag you screaming from decay.
This hell breeds fiends that wear a crown,
Kings turned to vermin, sold to lies.
Devil’s pawns, they drag us down,
Their venom poisoning the skies.
Trust nothing but your blood and bone,
Death’s gates swing wide for all who fall.
Lies rip the soul and grind to stone,
A shattered mind in hell’s black hall.
Your mind’s a sewer, foul and thick,
A rotten pit that stinks of doom.
The stench won’t fade — it claws and sticks,
Purge the slime or face your tomb.
Inside you burns a savage flame,
Tear out the weeds that choke your breath.
Poison seeds born in your name,
Feed the worms of creeping death.
Sharpen sharp your ruthless sword —
Cut lies to ash, burn every mask.
No mercy now, strike the horde,
Feed hell’s fire — complete the task.
Create in fury, build in pain,
Love each scar earned in this fight.
Your wrath is pure, it breaks the chain —
Darkness flees before your light.
Judge, executioner, flame —
Joy reborn from hellish grip.
In nightmares fierce reclaim your name —
Drag life back from death’s cold slip.
Flee the flock, the blind, the fools,
Their stench will poison all they touch.
Escape the deathly sheepfold rules,
Their breath’s a plague that kills too much.
Turn your eyes to realms beyond,
Fix your soul on distant planes.
Seek worlds where truth is found,
Beyond fear’s chains and madness’ chains.
Focus sharp on spirit’s flame —
This world’s a cage of lies and dread.
Madness rules and death proclaims —
Dark shadows linger where we tread.
Other worlds — soul’s raging fire,
Realms beyond this rotten death.
Throw down crutches, false desire —
Burn idols with your righteous breath.
This world’s a prison built on lies,
Temples shattered, idols dead.
Tear it down, let truth arise —
Cleanse your soul, raise from the dead.
Poetry is the razor’s edge,
Cutting through the darkest night.
Words that roar, the prophet’s pledge —
Truth’s fire sets the final fight.
More awaits beyond the veil,
Lyre’s scream breaks the silence tight.
Wrath ignites a thunderous gale —
Truth’s storm will shatter endless night.
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Pyrrhic Victory
The media brazenly lies,
Wiping minds, dimming eyes,
And we obey the Dark’s commands,
Marching blind to no-man’s lands.
The world soaked in total lies,
Like an ocean mad and wide,
A victory for beasts deranged—
Conformist sheep, forever chained.
No country left to call its own,
The fire of death in Hell is sown.
The Earth itself—Hell’s twisted throne,
Where traitors thrive, corrupt, alone.
Only one thing wakes the dead—
The sharp command: “Attack!” it said.
Fascism rules where minds have died,
In lies and fear we all abide.
False CowID exposed the game,
Then madness warred without a name.
Before that, AIDS had dulled the throng—
Now needles lead the blind along,
Turning sheep to wicked cattle,
Obedient to evil’s battle.
The whole world’s gripped by dark control,
A madman leads the captive soul
To camps anew—this vile disgrace.
If we allowed this evil place,
Then we must bear the blame and cost,
For letting all humanity be lost.
A Pyrrhic win against the foe—
Burning slaves with evil’s glow,
To clear the field for cruel experiments,
Where darkness breeds new torments.
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The Luciferian System
No matter what problems rise,
No matter what barriers stand—
Once you bow to System’s lies,
You’re no more than a dog, a hand
Ready to obey on scraps,
“Attack!” you’ll do with slavish zeal.
For fake safety, empty snacks,
You’ll crush freedom’s fragile feel.
Prepare to face the slaughterhouse—
Betrayers get disposed with speed.
Younger dogs will take your vows,
It’s all numbers here they heed.
No matter what problems come,
Save your soul through all the lies.
Though this truth is old and numb,
Mirages cloud your weary eyes.
The System’s base is darkest haze,
Its weapon—lies that cut like knives.
We live in these declining days—
Don’t count money, count your life.
From the global kennel’s cage,
If your soul is light and free,
You’ll set sail for Spirit’s stage—
But the trained dog falls to the deep.
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The Luciferian System
No matter what walls block your way,
No matter what hellscape you face—
Once you bow to the System’s sway,
You’re just a beast, a bred disgrace.
Ready to snap at the crumb,
“Attack!” they command with cold sneer.
For fake safety, junk to numb,
You’ll kill the freedom you hold dear.
Brace yourself for the killing floor—
Traitors get crushed without a thought.
Younger hounds will race for more,
Just numbers in this brutal plot.
No matter what chaos breaks loose,
Save your soul amidst the lies.
This old truth’s a fatal noose,
Mirages blind the wise.
The System thrives on thickest smoke,
Its weapon is pure filthy lies.
We’re drowning in the final choke—
Count not your coins, but your cries.
From the worldwide dog pound’s hell,
If your soul’s still sharp and clean,
You’ll break free from this cursed shell—
While trained dogs drown in the obscene.
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The Luciferian System
No matter what damn walls arise,
No matter how the darkness bleeds—
If you bow down, betray the skies,
You’re nothing but a slave who feeds.
A savage hound, a mindless beast,
Snapping for your pitiful crumbs.
“Attack!” they howl—the cruel feast
Of broken souls, the silence drums.
Welcome to the slaughterhouse,
Where traitors bleed and rot in chains.
Young wolves sharpen sharpened jaws,
Counting only flesh and gains.
No hope remains—just twisted lies,
A fog that chokes the breathing light.
Your soul’s a corpse beneath the skies,
Drowned deep in endless, soulless night.
The System’s plague is darkest blight,
Its weapon forged from poison breath.
We march into eternal night—
Not coin, but spirit meets its death.
From global kennels, reeking hell,
If your soul’s not cracked or sold,
You’ll break these damned chains of spell—
While trained dogs drown in filth and cold.
Bow not to Lucifer’s cold grin—
Or fall into the black abyss.
Where screams are swallowed deep within,
And light is but a dying kiss.
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Luciferian System
No matter how the chaos screams,
No matter how the darkness swells—
Submit yourself, become their fiend,
A dog condemned to endless hell.
A beast enslaved, mind torn to shreds,
Snarling for your scraps of lies.
“Attack!” commands the puppeteers,
While freedom in your spirit dies.
Welcome to the slaughter pit,
Where traitors choke on bitter chains.
Young wolves prowl, teeth sharpened sharp—
Counting only blood and gains.
No light escapes this poisoned veil,
No hope beyond the blackened breath.
Your soul a carcass, crushed and frail,
Drowning in eternal death.
The System’s core—deception’s maw,
Its venom seeps through every vein.
We walk the path of final law—
Where spirit bleeds and breaks in pain.
From kennels vast and world consumed,
If you’re not cracked, if still you fight,
You’ll break the spell, resist the doom—
While trained dogs fade into night.
Bow to Lucifer? Be damned.
Fall into the void below,
Where screams are swallowed by the damned,
And light’s last ember flickers low.
There is no mercy in this tomb,
No salvation for the weak—
Only endless, yawning gloom,
Where darkness reigns and hope is bleak.
Fight or fall in shadow’s grip,
The abyss waits with open jaws—
But to kneel is your soul’s death trip,
In Lucifer’s cruel claws.
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Luciferian System — Descent into the Abyss
No matter what hell haunts your mind,
No matter what walls close you in—
Submit yourself, become their kind,
A hound bred for eternal sin.
A slave to shadows, stripped of will,
Snarling, broken, licking lies.
“Attack!” the masters coldly shrill,
While your last freedom slowly dies.
Into the slaughterhouse of souls,
Where traitors bleed without a sound,
Young wolves hunt, control the roles,
Counting corpses, cold and drowned.
No light escapes this cursed cage,
No hope survives the poisoned breath.
Your spirit crushed beneath the rage—
A carcass fed to endless death.
The System’s heart is lies and plague,
Its venom floods your every vein.
We live the age of final plague—
Where only agony remains.
From global kennels, vast and grim,
If soul is light enough to flee,
Break through the darkness, tear the rim—
Or drown with dogs in misery.
Bow down to Lucifer’s cruel throne?
Fall deep into the endless pit—
Where screams are crushed and all alone,
Hope’s dying embers barely lit.
No mercy waits beyond this door,
No grace for those too weak to fight—
Just endless night, a brutal war,
Where darkness smothers every light.
Resist or perish in its grip,
The abyss yawns with savage jaws—
To kneel is death, a poisoned sip,
Held tight within the devil’s claws.
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Revolt Against the Abyss
Break the chains — no time for fear,
This System’s venom rules too long!
Their lies are swords, their grip severe,
But we rise fierce, defy the wrong.
No slave to puppets’ vile commands,
No leash to bite, no throat to choke.
We burn their lies with open hands,
And crush their fake, accursed yoke.
The Devil’s dogs shall drown in screams,
Their Kennels cracked by rebel fire.
We shatter all their twisted schemes,
Their hollow gods—consume, expire!
The darkness grins, but we bring light,
A blaze of wrath, a flood of truth.
No fake salvation, no false right—
Just iron will, the sword of proof.
This war is ours—no place for lies,
No mercy for the blind and weak.
We’ll strike the venom where it lies,
Expose the frauds, the snakes who speak.
Rise up, your spirit cannot die,
Though hell surrounds with ruthless claws.
From ashes, flames will pierce the sky—
We are the storm that breaks their laws.
No more slaves! No quiet despair!
No lies, no chains, no false consent!
We tear the mask, reveal the snare—
And claim the night with fierce intent.
Fight on, the abyss will crack and fall—
When madness meets the warrior’s roar.
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Step into the Abyss
No turning back — just step ahead,
Break chains and shatter frozen dread!
Your gaze a blade, your heart is steel,
Burn down your fear, ignite the zeal.
In this hell where darkness reigns,
Light tears the veils, the falsehood wanes!
Enemies quake, their masks will crack,
Their lies will shatter — no turning back.
You’re no slave, no puppet weak,
Rebellion’s pulse runs wild and sleek!
Soul’s fire — fearless, sharp as swords,
Let false worlds drown in mocking hordes.
Though hell still crushes fragile earth,
You’re the fracture, lightning’s birth!
Break the system, cast off chains,
A rebel’s roar will burn the plains.
Your spirit — lightning, thunder’s strike,
Where fears turn dust, lies fold like pike.
Rise, fighter, shout into the night —
Let liars fall in blazing light!
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No Mercy for the Puppeteers
Chains will snap, and heads will roll,
No mercy for the puppeteers’ control.
Their rotten lies, their toxic breath,
We'll drag them screaming down to death.
False gods crumble, masks will burn,
The tides of rage begin to turn.
No place for traitors, liars, snakes —
Their hollow empire splits and breaks.
The weak obey, the strong revolt,
With sharpened minds and no remorse.
This world’s a cage, but hell awaits,
For those who serve the hands of fate.
So raise the fist, embrace the pain,
In ashes’ storm, we rise again.
No compromise, no silent truce,
Destroy the liars — end abuse.
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Horror of Non-Being
Worse than worse — your life decays,
Clear as day — no light betrays.
Not a moment, not a breath,
Free from thoughts of hell and death.
The whole world’s ripped, the whole world’s lost,
Plunging deep, the final cost.
The ninth great wave of lies and pain,
Drowning souls in ceaseless rain.
Rotten lies have claimed it all,
Wounds that bleed, the endless crawl.
They just whine — weak fight, no grit,
Idiots howl, their fate is writ.
Enough’s enough — this hell must break!
For kin’s disgrace, the fascists quake.
They built a camp, a deathly tomb,
A cesspit’s stink, eternal doom.
Only Sun can burn this Bedlam,
Scorch to bottom, break the dam.
Tremble now, you foul disgrace,
For betraying Mind and Grace.
Vile creatures face their doom,
Mad hordes accounted soon.
You’ll rise again if spirit’s tough,
Return to those who wait above.
They wait for brave who kept their pride,
Die with skill, no place to hide.
The time has come — embrace the dark,
The final reckoning will spark.
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Horror of Non-Being
Worse than hell, your wasted life,
Clear as glass — no end to strife.
Not a second, not a breath,
Free from shadows cast by death.
World torn open, torn to shreds,
Falling fast to endless dregs.
Ninth wave crashing, lies ablaze,
Drowning all in toxic haze.
Rot and filth have crushed it all,
Bleeding wounds, the final fall.
Whiners whimper, fight is lost,
Idiots howl — the world’s their cost.
Break this Hell, it’s time to burn!
Shame on kin who won’t return.
Fascist scum built camps of pain,
Stinking cesspools drenched in shame.
Only Sun can scorch this pit,
Burn it down, the hate must split.
Tremble, worm, you sold your soul,
Betrayed the Mind, betrayed the Whole.
Filthy beasts will face the fire,
Mad mobs crushed beneath the pyre.
Rise again if spirit’s steel,
Back to those who dare to feel.
They await the brave and true,
Those who kept their honor due.
Die with purpose, die with hate,
Now’s the time to seal your fate.
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Rotten Core
Assholes ain't no damn coupons —
They shear us, hoarding MARAZM.
Fools block all our way — these monsters
Build their traps to feed the chasm.
No leader’s worse than the rabble
Who blindly worship their lies.
Culture’s fight is now a shamble —
No more nations, just ash skies.
An asshole can sometimes wake,
Grasp a shred, refuse to bend,
But he chose to chew and breed —
Chose the evil in the end.
Selling out for filthy pay,
Feeding greed that only grows,
Gnawing fast to snatch the prize,
Diving deep in putrid throes.
Scum like these—no longer human—
Satan reigns their freakish god,
And this curse has lasted ages,
Centuries of devil’s fraud.
No way back—history’s twisted,
All is falsehood, all is dark,
Blindly stumbling through the shadows,
Wandering without a spark.
Fake science rules the present,
Crafting lies with polished skill,
CowID’s proof of madness,
Feeding chaos, breaking will.
Assholes are our stumbling blocks,
The Führer just a clown of Night.
No peace left, just pens and fences,
For beasts and cages tight.
Reason’s few are fading fast,
Doomed to vanish day by day,
Everything is lost, consumed—
Only fire burns decay.
The Sun brings blazing justice—
Will scorch this mad, corrupted world.
But sheep can’t see the coming blaze,
The endless feast of lies unfurled.
If you trust these filthy fiends,
Blindly follow their commands,
The more the hate and treachery—
The faster death consumes these lands.
Sun and Earth are Reason’s forces,
Fake science gets its checkmate move.
When madness rules the many,
All falls down in final groove.
They don’t need these assholes,
Darkness, traitors, filthy spawn,
Ruling with their tons of lies—
Rotten core before the dawn.
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Shit
All this shit — hopeless, rotten,
Pathetic and a joke.
Monsters lie with mouths wide open —
But shit devours every hoax.
This shitty world’s corrupt and rotten,
Betrayal’s their damn trade.
If you’re smart and brave, you’re dead men—
They die, fade, and degrade.
Drowning deep in booze and sorrow,
Crawling out just for a flash.
Cities, towns—all pens of bondage—
Madness bound to crash.
And the broken—“normal,” hailed,
Only fools create the rage.
Gluttony, booze, and burning pits—
The crown of this bleak stage.
Development and dreams?
Three quarters of the sheep.
Are they human? No—just slaughter—
Goats for demons’ keep.
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Shit
This world’s pure shit — no hope, no light,
Lies feed the pigs who lost the fight.
Brains rot, guts choke on bitter bile,
Sheep march blind, no will, no guile.
Smart die fast, weak breed the plague,
Madness rules — the truth’s a vague.
Cities burn in mental chains,
Screams drown out the dying brains.
Eat the lies, choke on the grime,
Shit devours all sense and time.
Goat-men sold to devil’s game,
Slaughtered sheep with cursed names.
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To the Heights...
A tropical night in Moldova’s land,
By day, the sun scorches, fierce and grand.
Its molten chains may melt away —
For minds too sharp, no place to stay.
The Spirit’s caught in endless traps,
A battle for the soul unwraps.
Traitors fire like guns on sight,
Lies and fear cut like a knife.
Soulless armies breed in war,
The world’s a stench, a hellish core.
In Gorky’s play, we sink so low —
At bottom lies the crushing woe.
Long ago, Tsvetaeva knew,
This place’s price — pure hellish glue.
The noose became her grim release —
Only fools find here their peace.
Tropical nights, the Alps aflame,
The Sun burns down the cursed game.
Hell’s black dust will scatter wide —
With it, the horrors, fear, and pride.
The path to Heights beyond this pain
Runs through the Spirit’s cleansing flame.
Only few will leave that Hell —
Those who refuse the darkness’ sell.
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To the Heights...
Tropical nights in Moldova’s hell,
By day, the sun’s a scorching spell.
It melts the chains of frozen minds —
No place for souls, just death it finds.
Spirit trapped in vicious snares,
The fight for souls — soaked in despairs.
Traitors blast with venomed lies,
Fear sticky, choking, cold disguise.
Soulless beasts breed in this war,
The world’s a stench, a rotting core.
Gorky’s stage — the pit of pain,
Where only madness will remain.
Tsvetaeva saw it clear —
This hell’s no place for hope or fear.
Her noose became the final door —
Only fools endure this gore.
Tropical nights, the Alps ablaze,
The sun burns down the cursed maze.
Hell’s black ashes sweep the land,
Tearing down this cursed brand.
The road to Heights cuts through the fire,
Through Spirit’s wrath and fierce desire.
Few will rise from this abyss —
Those who won’t betray the kiss.
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Manipulating Minds
Manipulating minds —
The cruelest trade on Earth.
From childhood’s earliest finds,
They kill your Reason’s birth.
All school programs shape
To grind you into dust.
The loudest brutes escape,
Inside — the Void and rust.
But few will keep their brains,
While others fall like prey,
Trapped in different chains,
Their souls just fade away.
“Culture” and the box of lies
Will finish off us all.
Here Hell itself defies —
Inhuman triumph’s call.
Work’s a chain, enslaving,
Rest’s a total blank,
The foulest depraving —
Stop whining, stop the prank.
You must discern the snare,
Unmask each cunning trick.
This massive, toxic lair
Is vast and growing thick.
Huge funds have been poured
Into these crafted lies,
Not simple fibs, but war,
A science to disguise.
For years they study how
To blind us, tighten grips,
And every moment now
They sharpen poison-tips.
The art of weaving shame,
Bold, filthy, blatant fraud —
“Science” spins the game,
And fools applaud the fraud.
They’ll worship chains as wings,
Declare dull minds as wise,
And cruelty will bring
The fascist’s new disguise.
They need the stupid brute —
The perfect slave, controlled.
Thus floods the lies acute,
Each stream corrupts the soul.
In this vast flow, we drown,
All snared within the net.
Instead of thirst for truth —
A cesspool full of sweat.
Mindless trivia kills
The Spirit, Reason’s light —
The endless muck that spills
Feeds swarms that crawl at night.
You’ve turned a dung-born fly —
Your Spirit’s flame is dim.
While lies grow wild and high —
The source of every sin.
Yet freedom’s path remains —
Build worlds apart, alone.
Escape this Hell’s domains,
Create your own new throne.
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Center Your Soul
Center on Spirit deep,
And mute your noisy mind —
Then all the chains and lies
Will fade, no more to bind.
See with an open gaze,
Straight into core and truth.
The world’s a fascist maze,
A monster’s cruel booth.
That fiendish breed is “merry,”
Made madhouse here to stay.
And soon that madhouse turns
To Sodom’s endless fray.
Destroying Spirit’s light —
The core device of Hell.
To turn you dung-born fly,
They push you down to hell.
With poison and with lies,
They twist the minds of men.
Madness spreads like wildfire —
Especially with children.
They dumb the minds with care,
Programming the weak.
The soul and reason fade,
As darkened futures leak.
Under the pressure, fog
Crushes fragile youth.
Into a slave-mind fog,
Stupid, blind to truth.
A twisted, broken breed,
Emerges from this fray.
The herd turns dumb and blind —
To beasts that roam astray.
So easy to degrade,
With poverty and scorn,
No urge to seek the Source —
The Spirit dead, forlorn.
In the end, it kills
The last bright sparks of soul.
Reason rots away —
Humans no more, but lice, the whole.
They storm the “arena” —
That brutal Sodom pit.
Pay dearly every time
To leave this lunatic.
The price is Spirit’s strain,
The last fierce fight to rise.
You’ll find your cleansing fire —
If you don’t shake or hide.
When you become as one
With yearning toward the Light,
You’ll never be a beast,
You’ll claim your answer’s right.
That answer burns within —
No gifts will come from them.
Soon all will forget
That only Spirit’s gem
Is worth the highest cost.
Ignite! Burn fierce and bright!
You’ll see then clear at last —
It’s not some “heaven’s” blight,
Nor dull oblivion’s sleep,
But Spirit’s fight to keep.
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The Ultimate Generalization
They generalize from failure—
That's the pattern, every time.
One truth cuts like a razor:
This whole world is filth and slime.
Under reign of devil's minions
It’s been twisted through the years.
What remains in their dominion?
Just a flicker, drowned in fears.
They now breed, like grains of madness,
New editions of the fool.
Is he sold-out scum?—With gladness!
No, he is the standard rule.
And the breed of Spirit-People
Fades in darkness, lost in dreams.
They were targeted and crippled
By those bloodless, silent schemes—
Many wars without a battle
Were unleashed to dim their light.
They’re not over. Hell will rattle
Till they rise again and fight.
Now the tipping point is over,
And the barrel cracks below.
Next—catastrophes like clover,
Hell’s abyss begins to grow.
Spirit—Fire: one ignition.
But Hell sweeps to burn the Flame.
Years ahead bring dark attrition—
Fools will shriek, consumed in shame.
Will the People of the Spirit
Find at last their sacred peace?
Not in peace—creation’s merit
Is to burn, rebuild, release!
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Fools Will Burn — the Fire Stays Pure.
Spirit Creates. That’s the Cure.
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“Thus Spoke Zarathustra…”
Zarathustra’s voice rang true,
They once called him wise one too.
“Listen inward — heed your light,
Only that will guide you right.
Only inner light reveals,
Truth that burns, and wounds, and heals.
Every answer lies inside —
Dawn is near, just let it rise.”
Now the world is Hell’s domain,
Lies pour down like acid rain.
When you find that flame — be still.
Only you can break that seal.
Give that key to none — it breaks.
Each soul has its own heartquakes.
Fools obey another’s chart —
Demons smile. That’s how they start.
Trusting them — you seal your pact.
Now you’re branded as their “sect.”
Horns won’t show — their game is stealth.
Lies: the weapons of their wealth.
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Your Light within — or Hell begins.
Trust the Herd — the Demon wins.
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Goblins
Goblins, beaten to the core —
Lies and violence, filth and war.
Darkness rules their daily mess,
Fear the root of their success.
Even goblins lie within,
Trapped in cycles, soaked in sin.
Homeless hearts and dead ideals —
Genocide behind the wheels.
Genocide — their holy code,
Driven by the demon’s load.
Even filth sits on the throne —
Slow decay to rot the bone.
Goblins, broken, dead inside,
Nowhere left for them to hide.
Satan’s land will bloom and grow
From the bones they’ll leave below.
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Goblins rot — and Hell will feast.
Satan sows them, bone by beast.
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Trash
What falls down is rarely lost —
Still, true worth has a real cost.
Most just carry worthless trash,
Raised by brutes, they talk like rash.
Rudeness shapes their education.
Pass that test — and your salvation
Is to feel, and think, and see —
Leave that junk to idiocy.
All true wealth lives deep inside —
See it now, with open stride.
Else you’ll vanish in the flood
Of dead trash and rotting mud.
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Inner Wealth or outer Waste —
Choose the Light, or rot in haste.
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Rams and the Not-So-New Gate
The gate’s not new — the same old path,
To slaughterhouse and steaming bath.
For meat and wool, the beasts are led
By hands that paint the threshold red.
They paint it bright, they stoke the flame,
You walk in smiling — just the same.
If food's your goal, then feast, be glad —
You're just a dish. And that is sad.
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The gate’s not new — it ends in fire.
You eat — and fuel the butcher’s choir.
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"Too Much Mind"? — More Like Too Much Rot
Old folks slip — it's fate, they say.
Fools get yoked and led astray.
When the mind’s a shattered pit,
All the world turns into shit.
Rare exceptions still survive —
But not long. The poisoned hive
Strikes at those who dare to see,
Pulling minds into the sea.
Go on — drown. No dignity.
If you float, they’ll twist your core,
Make you filth, a fool, a bore.
Strength runs dry in thinking men —
Stench and Fear and Shame again...
Fear for all. This circus show
Is a dumbed-down, shamed tableau.
Brains are cursed in such a land —
But this world’s time is at hand.
Soon it sinks, and none will weep,
For the crimes are foul and deep:
Fascist rage, the cult of death,
And dumb decay that chokes our breath.
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When the mind is feared and banned —
Only rot will rule the land.
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The Mirror
The “mirror” shattered —
Mind went dim, then died.
The core was scattered —
No more us inside.
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Mirror’s gone — and so are we.
Mind erased identity.
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The Mirror
The sacred mirror’s torn apart —
No mind, no flame, no guiding heart.
The Core is gone, the Light grew thin —
And “We” dissolved... where once had been.
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The mirror cracked — the soul withdrew.
No more us — just shadows through.
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The Mirror
The mirror cracked — the mind grew dim,
The Light within was crushed by him.
The Core is lost, replaced by Shade —
No us remains, just shadows made.
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Mirror broken, shadow’s throne—
Light is gone, we stand alone.
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The Mirror (Mystic Shadow)
The mirror shattered, soul undone —
The fading Light is overrun.
Within the Core, the Shadow wakes,
And swallows all the self it takes.
No more we, just drifting ghosts,
Lost between the spectral coasts.
The veil descends — the silent night,
Where shadows feast on vanished light.
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Shattered glass, the soul’s eclipse,
Shadow’s dance on ghostly lips.
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The Mirror
The mirror’s shattered — sacred glass,
Once held the soul’s reflected past.
Now Light dissolves, the Veil descends,
Where ancient Shadow never ends.
The Core, once bright — a mystic flame,
Extinguished in the silent game.
The rites forgotten, secrets lost,
The ghosts now wander, tempest-tossed.
No more us in twilight’s grip,
The self dissolves — a ghostly ship.
Through mystic halls where echoes fade,
The Shadow claims the soul it made.
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Shattered mirror, secrets drowned,
Shadow’s rites—no light is found.
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The Global Sheepish Auschwitz
Auschwitz closed — a new one’s built,
A stifling world for fools and silt.
A realm obsessed with “care” and pain,
Where sheep and cows get shots on chain.
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Auschwitz done — but still they herd,
"Vaccines" line the dumb and blurred.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
Scattered efforts, fractured mind,
Dullness follows, weak and blind,
Lost within a sea of lies—
Filth that blinds and never dies.
Entangled in the petty snare,
Survival’s trap, the cruel despair.
The method vile, the soul’s slow kill,
The Devil’s dance, relentless will.
This is Hell, the darkest night.
Dance to this or lose the fight.
Evil beasts will kill with ease—
Your soul’s last breath, a dying breeze.
Soullessness their sweet delight,
Their "life’s" aim, their endless blight.
Trust no fiend, but guard your mind—
Grow your thought, refuse the blind.
Intuition, sharp critique,
Are the weapons that you seek.
Against wild lies that spin and burn—
Hell’s own sorcery, its turn.
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Scatter minds — the Hell will rise.
Fight with thought — or soul dies.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery
Fragments scattered, minds undone,
Splitting souls beneath dark sun.
From the abyss, the lies arise—
Filth that weaves a cursed guise.
Caught within the petty snares,
Bound by fear, the spirit fares.
This infernal, timeless spell
Binds the soul in shadowed hell.
Only those who dare to dance
With the flames of ancient trance
Stand against the creeping blight—
Guardians of the sacred light.
Soulless fiends embrace the dark,
Feeding on the spirit’s spark.
But the mind, sharp, clear, and bright,
Cuts the veil and claims the night.
Intuition’s mystic blade,
Critical thought, the shield they’ve made.
Breaking cycles, rending lies,
Rising where the shadow dies.
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Shattered lies and shadows bind—
Only light can break the blind.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Mysteries of Passage)
Scattered shards of fractured mind,
Souls divide, then intertwine.
Through the darkened veil we pass—
Ancient rites within the glass.
Lies like shadows coil and creep,
Binding souls in endless sleep.
Yet the fire of trial burns,
Calling forth as spirit turns.
In the chamber of the night,
Where illusions lose their might,
Guardians stand with sharpened sight—
Keepers of the sacred light.
Through the death of old deceit,
And the heartbeat’s steady beat,
Mind and soul in trial’s dance,
Claim the path of true advance.
Intuition’s whispered flame,
Critical thought, the alchemist’s name.
Breaking chains of hellish lore—
Cross the gate, emerge once more.
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Through shadowed rites and fire’s breath—
Death of old, rebirth from death.
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The Hellish Cycle of Sorcery (Guardians of the Gates)
Shattered mind, like broken flame,
Through the fire, we shed the blame.
Waters wash the soul anew—
Cleansing lies that poison you.
At the gates, the guardians wait,
Silent watchers of our fate.
Spirits guide the trembling way,
Through the night to birth the day.
Lies like shadows coil and bite,
But the flame reveals the light.
Trial’s dance—a sacred art—
Breaking chains around the heart.
Intuition’s flame ignites,
Critical thought, the guiding lights.
Cross the threshold, shed the past—
Find the truth that will outlast.
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