Your Service Is Dangerous and Hard for Us
A tractor-digger rumbles by —
Soon it’ll dig a trench for us.
The fascist now’s a pioneer:
He’s hired the “doctors” to his trust.
Mindless scum in furious force —
They “treat” the fools unto their death.
And fascists, drunk on lying’s course,
Forge tighter bonds, a world of breathless depth.
The cop now plays the gendarme;
He watches over the MAD.
The petty boss — the commander’s charm —
No need for gas; the law’s grown sad.
No need for guns to do the work —
The Judas-helpers are enough:
Those bought-off sexots, serving smirk,
Dispatch their mob-law, cruel and rough.
“Court of Health,” as ever, sends
All to the pyres with practiced hand.
Only the blind presume the end’s
A season won — a righteous land.
For now the chiefest task and trade
Is caring for the fools’ “health” each day —
The world reshaped, the plan well-laid,
This is the work — the new display.
Those forces “heal” the world — that’s how
They’ve long oppressed us, crushed us all;
To them “all idiots” is the vow —
Their highest triumph, their proud call.
And nearly everyone’s a fool;
The wise are but a rare bequest.
The enemy’s plan fills every rule —
You’ll seldom stand unscathed, at best.
It’s time to kill these scums outright:
Them or us — the choice is stark.
We’ll burn this ugly world to light —
Those days are near; the path is dark.
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The World of Slaughterhouses
A razor clarity must live inside the mind —
No longer mere danger: the world is filth entwined.
We've crossed that Rubicon, the line we couldn't bind —
A slaughterhouse of men, where fascism's laws are signed.
Humaneness now wanders like a guest both rare and thin,
Madness crowns eternity; corruption grins for gain.
They've bred a doggish breed that laps up every lie,
Where honor's long been buried — who asks "where went the why?"
The strength of the last ones melts; the rest are idiots,
Sheep and steeds in plenty, stamped with branded, stupid grins.
Soon every mouth will praise the fascist’s rotten myths,
And grown men shout the slogans for those schemers’ filthy grins.
They’re co-authors of our ruin, turning all to dung:
The pinnacle of putrefaction — Spirit, Mind undone.
Only one thing left remains — to raze this shameful Bedlam,
Multiply our resistance now — and strike back at the scum.
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Wings of Death
"And the patience in me snapped its cord —
And I took Death as though a friend;
She circled me for long, afraid only
Of my rasping breath."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, "My Black Man in a Gray Suit", 1979
Don’t take to calling Death by name,
Don’t make acquaintance, don’t grow bold;
For Death — believe me — by the Gate’s flame
Is but a blossom next to Hell’s cold.
Here only “You” is fitting speech,
When from this Pit you seek to part;
A place where lies and violence teach,
Where traitors sell the human heart.
There’s nothing here but shame and theft,
Where impotence is taught as art,
And only thieves in plenty left —
The rest are torn and set apart.
You must depart this madmen’s den,
Lest you become the thing they breed;
The way away is hard for men,
But Spirit finds a kinder need.
Few exceptions live among this throng —
They flutter like the wounded bird.
For these small ones the road is long;
They fight the last fight, blade and word.
When from the fray you step aside —
Die with intent, with will made truer.
Perchance you’ll meet the other side:
A dawn of worlds, a clearer augur.
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Monument to the Moron
The last of human strength is melting—
All that remains for us to do
Is fashion stone for the moron,
Then let this shame slip from view.
That shame we call the world itself—
A Bedlam of fools and false saints.
And that will be the ages’ climax:
An apotheosis of taints.
Of centuries of rot and bondage,
Of Spirit murdered, Mind undone;
Where only filth and lewdness flourish
On heaps of dung beneath the sun.
That dung is made by those non‑humans—
Lies piled up to Everest heights.
People now are but the rabble,
If you but look with clear sight.
We must carve a muzzle on the moron’s face,
And plant a jab where none complain—
A needle in the ass, so kindly set
To make the moron go away.
They’ll call that cleansing “illness” later;
Fascist forces never nap—
They call the fools to labor:
To jab each other with the sap.
And doctors then will fill the script,
Just following the muck‑made rules.
Unlooked‑for, sudden, in a nightmare
We woke—now poisoned by their tools.
If you refuse to be “treated,”
Be brave and stand against the cry;
Find those who’ll stand beside your fighting—
Save your life and others’—do not die.
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The Consensus Delirium Defense of Society
Consensus-born madness of “common sense,”
The stench of a rotten ideological trance —
A noose on the neck of defiant intents:
All that remains is emotion. No chance
To vent this insanity — too late to release it,
One open valve would explode the machine.
So lies are the law — obscene and repeated:
The Demon of Haze makes the madness routine.
The schizo has peaked — there’s no higher fever:
An empty fridge, and the dumb TV god.
Who’s right? The TV — it speaks as the leader,
And horror proceeds while the thinkers are flawed.
Understand now — it’s total enslavement.
Trust nothing. Heal the disease of your brain.
The world is insane — reject its engagement,
Unmask every lie, let awareness remain.
Those are the Eyes of the Soul — True Perception.
Delusion obscures them with noise and deceit.
Only the Spirit brings real correction —
Go inward with courage — that’s where Light and Knowing meet.
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March of the Content Dead — the fallen refrain,
Echoes of numbness that circle the chain.
But Silence is rising — the Curtain is torn.
The Spirit awakens. The New World is born.
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CYCLE OF THE INNER REVOLT
Epigraph: The Call of the Spirit
Break the lie.
Shatter the mask.
Inside, the Light waits —
and nothing can stop it.
I. Consensus Hell
They call it “sense” — but it’s mass delusion,
A lie-fed trance, a proud confusion.
Break free or rot in their sacred disease —
Truth burns through comfort. No one leaves.
II. Spirit vs. Swine
Their “truth” is poison — their “peace” is control,
They’re breeding the sheep to devour the soul.
So burn their dogma, erase their disguise —
Let Spirit awaken — and rot the lies.
III. Awakening
The lie is the world —
and truth is the wound that heals it.
IV. Wake the Dead
They pray to the screen, call slavery “care,” —
Bow, fool, to the gods of hot air!
But Spirit still roars through the mask of decay —
Your soul remembers — break away!
V. The Last Revelation
The Tower of Lies will tremble and fall,
The Spirit returns — consuming it all.
No kingdom of madness can outlast the Light —
The End is Awakening. The Dawn is the Fight.
VI. Hymn of the Inner Flame
No throne can command the Eternal within,
No crown can enslave what refuses their sin.
Through ashes and lies, the Spirit still burns —
The Light of the Heart — forever returns.
VII. March of the Content Dead
They smile in their chains, proud slaves of the screen,
Their thoughts pre-approved, their souls wiped clean.
They march to the rhythm of profit and pain —
And call it freedom — again and again.
VIII. Breakthrough
The spell is broken — the mask is dust.
The Spirit stands.
The end of their world —
is the dawn of the Just.
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From Vikings to… Papuans
A crooked official,
A “medical” fool —
All serve fascism: the soul decays,
Their god wears horns, their morals sway.
The “scholar” is worse —
Cleverer, more sly:
A cunning foe, stronger than most.
A Viking among papuans he boasts.
Don’t be a papuan:
Discard the disguise,
You’ll find lies stacked high, dumb orders imposed.
“Scientific” lies — fascism in disguise.
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Vikings and Papuans
Crooked fools in coats and white —
They feed the beast, blind to the fight.
Science turned weapon, lies on parade —
Wake up, or you’re just another shade.
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The Scholar and the Swine
A clever fiend in scholar’s guise,
Among the fools, he spreads the lies.
Fascism dressed in “science”’s skin —
Wake, or rot with the papuan kin.
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Wake Up
Lies wear lab coats —
Don’t be their fool.
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Despair
Hello, my friend Despair,
Though we meet each day.
You’re the chief foe of tameness here —
You reject obedience, reject the Gray.
Without despair there’s no audacity —
No reckless, daring stance.
Such are the strange ways of Bedlam —
In a stale world where betrayal dances.
Recklessness is your close kin.
To Bedlam one says “Shab’ash!”
For the desperate, it’s simple:
They’ve forgotten the “one for one” clash,
So common in all of Bedlam —
Where Spirit is traded for pants.
To hell with you and your trousers —
They’re worth nothing to the desperate.
After despair comes Rage —
A “sin” to the zombified freaks.
Wait, fools, just a little while —
We’ll crack you all open like nuts.
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Despair and Rage
Hello, Despair — my fiercest friend,
You break the meek and bend no bend.
After your shadow comes the flame —
Fools, beware — we’ll end your game.
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Rage of the Desperate
Despair strikes first — the meek will fall,
Then Rage stands up, towering over all.
Fools and zombies, think you’re secure?
We’ll crack your shells — the Spirit is pure.
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Desperate Strike
Despair first — then Rage.
Fools break; the Spirit stays.
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Hygiene
The chains of the slave-bound world
Begin first in the mind.
Do not live by the laws of the latrine —
Do not obey the herd, stay unconfined.
For this is a latrine, a leper’s den,
Where stench, decay, and shame prevail.
Where lies overflow like a raging sea,
Where Spirit is defiled, and Reason fails.
Attend the cleansing of your Spirit,
And polish your mind as well.
Or the dung-fly will breed
Its slime inside your skull’s shell.
That slime — the obscenity of false science,
The fly — any prattler who drones.
Hiding cunning, preaching pretense,
Claiming Reason and Law as their own.
But the law here is extermination
Of honor, dignity, and thought.
So only true purification
Can rid the mind of this filth brought.
That alone is hygiene —
In this madhouse called Earth.
Enslaved by fear, lies, and betrayal,
Rot creeping through all it’s worth.
The rot — inhuman and their servants,
Sold for pennies, cheap and vile.
The flunky’s efforts are laughable —
Merely lice in rank and file.
They’ve left lice and nits everywhere —
In schools, in “science.” Awake!
Do not waste wrath on vermin,
But cleanse, with courage, for your sake.
Resolutely, hour by hour,
Sweep out the nits and the lice.
Or you’ll perish in vain —
In Hell of the final days’ device.
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Hygiene
Chains start in the mind — not in the herd.
Sweep the slime, crush the lice, ignore their word.
False science, fake law, vermin and disgrace —
Clean your Spirit, reclaim your space.
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Purge the Filth
The world is a latrine, the herd are lice,
False laws, fake scholars, their lies entice.
Strike, Spirit, strike — sweep every pest,
Or rot will claim you, like all the rest.
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Cleanse
The herd is lice, the world is rot.
Strike with Spirit — waste them not.
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The Garden
If you bury your head in the sand your whole life,
All you’ll ever see is the ass.
This is not a city,
It’s a garden.
And very soon
Here will bloom
A new flowerbed,
Made from butts.
Every cynic here
Immediately buries
Their head in the sand —
Only the ass is visible.
This is their salvation —
The “price” of life, pitiable.
Meanwhile, the fascists
Will shit on those sprouts —
They don’t care
About heads
Or about the asses of cattle.
That’s the result here —
No need for cops,
When only asses
Stick out of the soil.
The days have come
When all the smart ones
Will be locked away —
Visible among the asses.
And the insane slaves —
Soon all in graves.
Thus the story
Will reach its end —
Of that phantasmagoria
Where the ass is crowned.
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The Garden of Butts
Heads buried in sand — all you see is ass.
Cynics, fools, and fascists — this is the mass.
Smart ones jailed, the insane in their graves,
A world where the ass alone reigns and enslaves.
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Ass-Crowned Madness
Buried heads, blind to all,
The world is a garden of asses, standing tall.
Fools and fascists feed the rot,
The smart and sane? Soon all forgot.
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Garden of Asses
Heads in sand, asses reign —
Wake or rot in this insane domain.
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Ass-Reign
Buried heads, blind fools all around,
The garden stinks — asses wear the crown!
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Shame
God has long departed here —
Only SHAME remains.
Rotting, wretched,
And Reason slain.
For this is not Reason,
When fascism rules,
When the mob instantly
Seizes every new “ism”
As truth, not disgrace,
Bows down to the VILE.
And only the thief
Will serve with what mind remains.
For there lies decay
On a heap of filth.
There you lose Spirit,
Honor, and self-worth.
All that you find there
Is obscenity and flattery.
There you learn to lick
Every ass around,
In Hell forgetting
What it means to dare.
Only Creation
Is worthy of humans.
This corruption —
For slavish stumps alone.
Shame, decay —
The Bedlam of the world.
Now — extermination
Of those who, from childhood,
Never befriended their mind:
There’s a jab for that.
They serve fascism here,
Forgetting conscience and honor.
Humans are few,
Remnants of CREATORS.
They perish like birds
Amid clouds of snares.
And only one thing remains —
TO BURN THIS SHAME!
Casting off fatigue,
Become the kindling in the flame.
Calling fire
Upon yourself,
We shall reach Paradise,
Loving FREEDOM.
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Burn the Shame
God is gone — only Shame remains.
Rot and filth, the mob’s gains.
Spirit lost, honor defiled,
Rise, strike fire, let freedom be unbridled!
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Shame’s Inferno
God fled long ago — only Shame rules here.
Fools and fascists bow, while honor disappears.
Burn the rot, strike the fire, unleash the flame,
Spirit rises, enslavers fall — freedom reclaim!
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Burn It
Shame reigns — strike fire!
Spirit rises — enslavers expire.
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A Rare Art
There’s an art in living —
Bearing pain with pride.
When your soul is giving,
When you’ve nearly died.
Death wears many faces
If your Spirit’s weak;
Slave in all his places
Is forever bleak.
Deaf to Heart’s commanding,
To the call of Mind —
He’s a door, expanding,
Darkness walks behind.
Through such Satan’s servants
Evil floods the land —
They’ll be held observant,
All by their own hand.
You, though, rule your sorrow,
Learn its bitter art;
Pain will still tomorrow
Shape your bleeding heart.
Wounds will grow, unending,
Harder grows your way;
World, obscene, unbending,
Bends your soul to clay.
Turns the free to cattle,
Mindless, dull, and blind —
Tired of this battle,
Sick of humankind.
Yet if you can master
Pain, and stay alive —
Cowardice grows faster
Only where they dive.
Reason, Spirit, Honor —
Keep them, never fall.
Spit upon the goner,
Fear, and filth, and all.
For this world, deceiving,
Since the dawn of lies,
Serves the Satyr’s grieving,
Where all virtue dies.
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The Art of Pain
Learn the art of pain —
Stand when all else dies.
Break the chains of brain,
Spit in Satan’s eyes.
Rule your wound, not weep —
Let the spirit burn.
Those who crawl — they sleep,
Never to return.
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Curse of the Weak
Rot, you soulless cattle —
Slaves that fear the flame!
You were born for battle —
Yet you serve your shame.
I’ll outlive your treason,
Bleed, but never crawl —
Pain will forge my Reason,
Spirit — rule it all.
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Pain is my teacher.
Spirit — my sword.
Slaves rot in comfort. I rise — restored.
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Oath
I kneel to no savior.
My pain is the key.
Through the dark of matter —
The Light speaks in me.
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Shadow Oath
I fell through the fire,
But I did not fade.
Hell became my choir —
And my truth — the blade.
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Oath of Light
I rose from the ashes,
Cold, but still divine.
Fire cleansed my lashes —
Truth became my spine.
Darkness tried to claim me,
Fed me pain and lies —
Now its ghosts still name me,
But I — exorcise.
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Dual Oath
(The Shadow and the Light)
I — the Shadow:
I fell through the fire,
But I did not fade.
Hell became my choir —
And my truth — the blade.
I — the Light:
I rose from the ashes,
Cold, but still divine.
Fire cleansed my lashes —
Truth became my spine.
Shadow:
Darkness was my teacher,
Pain — my only friend.
Every wound grew deeper —
Till I reached the end.
Light:
End became beginning,
Silence broke the chain.
In my bones — the ringing
Of transfigured pain.
Shadow:
Once I cursed creation,
Spat at Heaven’s gate.
Now I see — damnation
Is a mask of Fate.
Light:
Fate itself is hollow,
When the Soul stands true.
Shadow, rise — and follow,
For I’m born of you.
Epilogue — The Whole
I am both the burning
And the breath of peace.
Through the pain of turning —
The divided cease.
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Priests and Halfwits
"Don't resist — just give in,"
Preach the dull halfwits’ choir.
Priests cry out: "Confess your sin!"
But the snag — their own desire.
They guard their skins with fervent zeal,
Contradicting all they teach.
The worm of doubt will always squeal
Watching them, pride out of reach.
Merciless there rides pretense,
Hypocrisy their only cloak.
The battle for souls is intense —
The finest fall beneath the yoke.
The Spirit — Fire — cannot cease,
The Ocean will not bow.
They try to quench the Ocean of Peace,
For centuries they train somehow.
This lets the vermin, vile and cold,
Impose their false devotion.
Halfwits reign — their minds bought and sold,
Satan commands their motion.
In Hell you are — and do not fight,
Enemies all around — give in.
Blessed with their delirious blight,
Yet there is Mind — and therein, sin.
Go INSIDE — all answers lie
Only there your senses strain.
Sensitivity will clarify,
All their covenants are poisoned, fogged with pain.
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Halfwits and Fire
Priests cry “Submit!” — the fools obey,
Guarding skins, they twist the way.
Fire within will never die,
Ocean of Spirit cannot lie.
Halfwits rule, but you — go inside,
There your Mind will be your guide.
Through their lies, through Hell’s deceit,
Rise with truth — refuse defeat.
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Curse on Halfwits
Rot, you priests, you dull halfwits all,
Cloaked in lies, proud, yet small.
Guard your skins, your poison, your reign —
I spit your sermons down the drain.
Fire within will scorch your mask,
Ocean of Spirit — no task
Can drown its roar, its endless flame,
While you bow low, deserving shame.
Go rot in Hell, your blight exposed,
Fools of God, your truth deposed.
Mind alone will rise, endure —
All your falsehoods — impure, impure.
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Rot, priests and halfwits — burn!
Spirit and Mind — never turn.
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Duet of Spirit
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — they crawl in lies,
Priests and halfwits, fools in disguise.
Fire within will claim its due,
Spirit and Mind — unbroken, true.
Light:
I rise where fire forged my soul,
Through lies, through Hell, I claim the whole.
Priests and halfwits fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
Rot, priests and halfwits — burn!
Their falsehoods endless, yet I turn.
Ocean of Spirit — cannot die,
Through their deceit, my flames still fly.
Light:
I rise where all their shadows fade,
Truth within — my shining blade.
Through pain and lies, through endless night,
Spirit and Mind — restored to light.
Shadow:
Cloaked in lies, proud, yet small,
I curse their sermons, one and all.
Mind alone will rise, endure —
All their falsehoods — impure, impure.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and Hell, I heed the call.
Spirit and Mind — no chains confine,
All their darkness — cast in mine.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through the trial of fire and psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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Restlessness and Other Feelings
The soul’s unrest —
Better than the cares
Of wretched leeches or the pests
Of fools who kneel in lies unawares.
To sell, betray —
The bastard’s way.
Pain and rage for some,
To others, lies and calm become
A task not small —
Unlike the worm’s crawl.
The spiritual, the wise —
Have other stakes.
Yet the vile scum devours,
The world a heap of fools and traitors’ powers.
No world remains — only debris:
Drowned in lies, feasting instead of fight.
Evil thrives on blind obedience,
Corruption there is the very foundation’s essence.
It’s sunk in deep —
BURN THE HELL, REBUILD ANEW.
A cataclysm will aid —
That time approaches near.
Hence the fascist’s fury blazed —
The creature feels it in his liver, clear.
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Restless Fury
The soul unrests — better than their care,
Fools and leeches kneel in lies laid bare.
Bastards sell, betray, while the wise endure,
Corruption thrives — only the strong secure.
Burn the Hell, rebuild anew,
Cataclysm comes — the time is due.
Fascist rage, vile, felt deep inside,
Spirit and Mind — they cannot hide.
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Curse on the Corrupt
Rot, you leeches, fools, and all the vile,
Kneel in your lies, boast in guile.
Sell and betray — your bastard’s creed,
Pain and rage the wise will feed.
Evil thrives where obedience binds,
Corruption sunk in endless minds.
Burn the Hell, rebuild from ash,
Crush your schemes in one fierce clash.
Cataclysm comes, it spares no beast,
Fascist filth will rot, deceased.
Spirit and Mind — unbowed, unbent,
All your lies — forever spent.
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Rot in lies, you vile and weak.
Spirit and Mind — the truth we seek.
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Duet of Spirit
(Shadow and Light)
Shadow:
In Hell I stand — they crawl in lies,
Leeches, fools, and bastards in disguise.
Fire within will claim its due,
Spirit and Mind — unbroken, true.
Light:
I rise where fire forged my soul,
Through lies, through Hell, I claim the whole.
Leeches, fools, and bastards fall to dust,
Spirit and Mind — in Truth we trust.
Shadow:
Rot, priests and halfwits — burn!
Their falsehoods endless, yet I turn.
Ocean of Spirit — cannot die,
Through their deceit, my flames still fly.
Light:
I rise where all their shadows fade,
Truth within — my shining blade.
Through pain and lies, through endless night,
Spirit and Mind — restored to light.
Shadow:
Cloaked in lies, proud, yet small,
I curse their sermons, one and all.
Mind alone will rise, endure —
All their falsehoods — impure, impure.
Light:
And I will stand where shadows fall,
Through fire and Hell, I heed the call.
Spirit and Mind — no chains confine,
All their darkness — cast in mine.
Epilogue — The Whole Spirit
I am both flame and calm,
Both the shadow and the light.
Through the trial of fire and psalm,
Spirit and Mind arise — unite.
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The Loader
He hauls tons of stupidity,
Heresy and lies.
Though it seems like sanity,
It’s just stained-glass guise.
Stained-glass on the warehouse walls —
Slogans of “it all.”
The warehouse drowned in media —
One step away from nothing at all.
Nothing is seen — yet
The stench cuts the eyes.
Shame? No — for shame has
Long since died.
The warehouse is held by monsters —
Loathsome, vile spawn.
The loader serves their legions,
Carrying only rot along.
The stained-glass artists —
Scum who craft decay.
What is “art” they cut with scissors
Piercing the Soul away.
Brazen and soulless,
A wretch will emerge.
And “wise” in pretense —
A pitiful verge.
Scissors are betrayal,
A universal sin.
The abuse of creatures
Leaves ruin within.
Success of the vile —
The loader bears Hell like Atlas.
Spiritless, void,
He is nothing — smoke and ash.
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The Loader
He hauls the world of lies and rot,
Monsters’ legions, all for naught.
Scissors cut the Soul apart,
Spiritless, hollow — empty heart.
The warehouse stinks — the stench is real,
Shame is dead, none dare to feel.
Loader bears the Hell they made,
Smoke and ash — his soul decayed.
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Curse on the Creators of Rot
Rot, you artists, fools, and vile,
Scissors in hand, cutting soul and smile.
Monsters spawn, your filth on display,
Loader hauls your rot — day by day.
Brazen wretches, soulless spawn,
Pierce the Soul, leave nothing drawn.
Hell you built — the loader bears,
Smoke and ash, despair that sears.
All your lies, your hollow art,
Shall burn and crumble, depart.
Spirit and Mind — unbroken, rise,
Your stench revealed beneath the skies.
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Rot and lies — your art decays.
Spirit and Mind — unbowed, ablaze.
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