A blind spot blooms — and truth decays.
The herd kneels down as darkness plays.
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“Elections” in the Madhouse
......
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.
......
Train to Hell
With Dante at the ticket stand,
The train to Hell is nearly boarding.
The Ninth Circle — high demand,
A traitor grabs his seat, self-lording.
The station roars: its name is "Home",
The crowd is tense, the timing brittle.
Departures roll in clouds of chrome,
......
Stupidity and Lies
Stupidity stands firm like granite,
Outlasting scholars, calm or bold.
It scoffs at those who think, who plan it —
Their truth won’t pierce that mindless hold.
And so, the world builds forts of madness —
Thick bunkers made of vacant thought.
Then chains of lies — with brutal gladness —
......
To See Beyond
To truly see — not just through eyes —
Is how the Soul survives and flies.
This isn’t sight — it’s piercing through
The poisoned veil to what is true.
All "consciousness" is fog and fraud
If you believe — you’re just a cog.
Believe the BEASTS, their bloody show —
......
To See Beyond
To truly see — not just through eyes —
Is how the Soul survives and flies.
This isn’t sight — it’s piercing through
The poisoned veil to what is true.
All "consciousness" is fog and fraud
If you believe — you’re just a cog.
Believe the BEASTS, their bloody show —
......
Stupidity and Lies
Stupidity stands firm like granite,
Outlasting scholars, calm or bold.
It scoffs at those who think, who plan it —
Their truth won’t pierce that mindless hold.
And so, the world builds forts of madness —
Thick bunkers made of vacant thought.
Then chains of lies — with brutal gladness —
......
A blind spot blooms — and truth decays.
The herd kneels down as darkness plays.
-------------------------
“Elections” in the Madhouse
......
Train to Hell
With Dante at the ticket stand,
The train to Hell is nearly boarding.
The Ninth Circle — high demand,
A traitor grabs his seat, self-lording.
The station roars: its name is "Home",
The crowd is tense, the timing brittle.
Departures roll in clouds of chrome,
......
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.
......