Politics — the iceberg's tip:
Beneath, the beasts in shadows slip.
Let's delve into this vile abyss,
If your mind's not lost in the mist.

Three-quarters sick, mere human scraps,
Once people, now in mental traps.
Poisoned by the filth they fed,
Described herein — absorb what's said.

Trust your gut, let instinct guide,
Let it be your truth's allied.
Let's begin, dig bit by bit,
But verify — don't just submit.

Propaganda lays it thick,
Politics its puppet's stick.
Mainstream howlers chant and cry,
Their wails designed to stupefy.

Politicians — jesters all,
Screen-born gnomes, grotesque and small.
Bound by commands from deep below,
The iceberg's base, where filth does flow.

Pyramids are known to all,
But we describe the deepest fall.
The more corrupt, the deeper hid,
In excrement, their deeds amid.

Numbers shrink as depths increase,
At the bottom, dangers cease.
They wage their wars with proxy hands,
Traitors lead their vile commands.

How did we become such fools,
Led by scum from prison schools?
The world is woven with paradox,
The ShitIceberg pyramid mocks.

In madness, words are twisted round,
When minds are clogged, no truth is found.
Clogged with lies and fear and grime,
Instilled in us since early time.

This filth impedes our quest for light,
Instead, we aid the utmost blight.
Decay has reached its final stage:
All serve the Foul Goat's rampage.

That hybrid goat, a distant tale,
Now propagandists we unveil.
In jackals, souls have fled the scene,
Their reason gone, their minds unclean.

The filth's agenda they convey,
Their masters' lies they must obey.
Once their deceit had weight and might,
Now it's nonsense, void of light.

They've outdone Goebbels, Hitler too,
In lies, in hate, in evil's brew.
Putler serves the Goat Supreme,
Propaganda's pawn in the scheme.

But soon this pawn will meet its fate,
The mad world ends, albeit late.
The demon king will checkmate all,
This grotesque realm is set to fall.

But back to those vile mouthpieces,
They lie with ease, their shame increases.
They spew their filth in endless tons,
The masses gulp it down in runs.

In wicked propaganda's layer,
"History" is the next betrayer.
Fantastical tales they now recite,
Where outcomes never end in right.

Deformity and slavery portrayed
As victories in battles waged.
Control the past, the future's grim,
Shame and disgrace on every limb.

These vile beasts prepare our fate,
Lulling minds into a state.
In lies, they drown us all anew,
Their course is set — the deepest blue.

All resources, including man,
Belong to just a creature's clan.
Their success is built on gold,
Their weapons used to keep control.

They craft crises, inflate the cost,
The people struggle, freedoms lost.
This management of stagnation
Leaves the masses in starvation.

When survival's all you know,
And sticky fear becomes your foe,
Transforming humans into beasts,
The slaughterhouse prepares its feast.

Sheep-virus and petty wars,
Fear induced through lying scores.
The global madhouse shakes in dread,
Believing lies, they strike their head.

In agony, the world convulses,
Hunger next, as evil pulses.
Their plans align: to kill, defame,
The hammer strikes the sheep's domain.

All nations false, a grand charade,
A global dictatorship displayed.
Genocide, their only goal,
To increase the damaged soul.

"Education" serves this aim,
A thinning layer of the sane.
The world is NOTHING — that's their creed,
A machine designed to mislead.

A well-oiled hellish mechanism,
With the task of soul's extermination.
Thus, fascism prevails unseen,
Through violence, fear, a constant theme.

Reason raped, to make you forget
That you're a being of divine beget.
To extinguish that spark within,
Transforming it to filth and sin.

For "education" — pseudoscience.
Usually jesters in compliance.
But led by bastards at the core,
Their goal: to make the psyche sore.

Neurotics, fools, and idiots too,
The mindless herd they aim to skew.
To rule a world of brainless skins,
Requires but minimal sins.

Soullessness is also key,
And pseudo-faiths that blind and flee.
Thus, Mind and Spirit pierced and torn,
A sieve through which our essence's worn.

With pseudoscience and false creeds,
Only scum fulfills their needs.
These chains are crucial to their plan,
To nearly kill the Reason-Man.

So we approach the secret bands,
They govern much with hidden hands.
To them, the dull are mere debris,
Their rule enforced through secrecy.

There exist the hybrid clans,
Half-human beasts with goatish plans.
Under Satan, the foul goat's reign,
Their spirits long ago were slain.

This "aristocracy" of black,
With Rothschild as their loyal lack.
In evil, they persist and strive,
To demons, they've pledged their life.

Beneath them, demons from afar,
Disgraceful scum, a cosmic scar.
Yet skilled in seizing worlds anew,
Their appetite consumes what's true.

They target souls, our very core,
Hence wars and fears forevermore.
They twist ideas, corrupt the man,
Their attacks a calculated plan.

They've armed the higher-ups with lore,
To keep us slaves forevermore.
For centuries, they've sealed our fate,
We're but mince-meat on their plate.

It's time to see, the end is near,
Those who've sold their souls, beware.
They'll be cast out with the scum,
Together, banished, their time is done.

Salvation lies in cataclysm,
It burns the dark, revives the prism.
The Spirit, now in agony,
In fascism's grip, seeks to be free.

The servants of those ghouls will pay,
Their reckoning is on its way.
The end is close, the madhouse six,
The world insane, in its last fix...

Only those who doubt the lies,
And fight, preserving honor's ties,
May be saved... perhaps, not sure.
For those who've trashed the light — no cure.

Well then, the poem reaches end.
Seek all within — let light ascend.
But if we stay in silence, meek —
To Hell we'll go, as beasts, oblique...