The Path
No hope to be found,
No sense to be clinging
To life’s hollow sound—
Step into the stinging.
Go inward first,
Find Spirit within.
The Judgment will burst—
All else is but din.
Cast lies away,
Cleanse mind of the blinding.
That’s how you slay
The darkness still hiding.
Your soul’s been torn
Since wasted youth.
Your mind is worn,
Yet seek the truth.
Run long, endure,
Let nerves recover.
Hell you abjure—
Find strength to uncover.
Then build anew
A world of your making,
Where fate can’t subdue,
Where chains are breaking.
For this mad earth
Is rot and slavery,
All traps of dearth,
All treachery.
They fashion camps
Through fraud and treason,
Increase the scams,
Drown truth in poison.
So forge communes,
Strong brotherly legions.
The howl of buffoons
Can’t shake men of vision.
The sources of light,
The gift of pure power,
Were banned from sight—
Go seek that flower.
Reclaim it, restore,
In communes embed it.
Our last holy war—
No fear, no credit.
All’s lost today,
The wise are in tatters.
So throw grief away—
Be firm in what matters.
Bend one straight line,
Or else find another.
Even steep, it’s fine—
But blaze it, brother.
Lay all on the pyre,
Strike down the vile.
With Spirit and fire,
With Honor and Style.
Aim fury at those—
The fascist deceivers.
We’ll build the True Close
In hell’s misty severs.
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No hope, no disguise —
Burn lies to the ground!
With Spirit, we rise,
In Darkness — we pound.
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Tear down their cage,
Burn traitors to dust!
Unleash Spirit’s rage —
In Fury we trust!
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Spirit is King —
Darkness, we fling!
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Battle Hymn
Rise in Flame —
Destroy their Game!
Break the Lie —
Let Traitors Die!
Crush the Beast —
No mercy, no peace!
Spirit Reigns —
Shatter their Chains!
And when all’s torn,
A New World is born!
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War March
Rise! Strike!
Burn! Break!
Crush! Tear!
Spirit — Spear!
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Cycle of Battle
I. Strike
Smash! Burn!
Twist! Turn!
Chains fall —
We stand tall!
II. Storm
Roar! Strike!
Darkness — Pike!
Fire rains,
Shatter chains!
III. Triumph
Drum! Drum!
Enemies — numb!
Spirit calls,
Tyranny falls!
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Battle Cycle
Smash! Burn! Twist! Turn!
Chains fall — we stand tall!
Roar! Strike! Darkness — Pike!
Fire rains, shatter chains!
Drum! Drum! Enemies — numb!
Spirit calls, tyranny falls!
Rise! Strike! Crush! Tear!
Spirit Spear! Beware!
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Battle Strike
Smash! Burn! Crush! Tear!
Chains fall! Darkness — beware!
Roar! Drum! Spirit Spear!
Enemies — numb! Fire flare!
Rise! Strike! Tyranny falls!
Spirit reigns — we heed the calls!
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War Cry
Smash!
Burn!
Crush!
Tear!
Roar!
Strike!
Rise!
Reign!
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Battle Cycle
I. Strike
Smash!
Burn!
II. Storm
Crush!
Tear!
III. Triumph
Roar!
Rise!
Reign!
Shatter!
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Final Strike
Smash! Burn! Crush! Tear!
Roar! Rise! Reign! Shatter!
Spirit Spear!
Darkness — Scatter!
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Lightning Strike
Smash!
Burn!
Crush!
Tear!
Roar!
Rise!
Reign!
Shatter!
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I. Full Battle Hymn
Rise in Flame —
Destroy their Game!
Break the Lie —
Let Traitors Die!
Crush the Beast —
No mercy, no peace!
Spirit Reigns —
Shatter their Chains!
And when all’s torn,
A New World is born!
II. Compact War March
Smash! Burn! Twist! Turn!
Chains fall — we stand tall!
Roar! Strike! Darkness — Pike!
Fire rains, shatter chains!
Drum! Drum! Enemies — numb!
Spirit calls, tyranny falls!
Rise! Strike! Crush! Tear!
Spirit Spear! Beware!
III. Ultra-Short Strike Cries
Wave 1 — Strike:
Smash!
Burn!
Wave 2 — Storm:
Crush!
Tear!
Wave 3 — Triumph:
Roar!
Rise!
Reign!
Shatter!
IV. Lightning-Fast Final Blows
Smash! Burn! Crush! Tear!
Roar! Rise! Reign! Shatter!
Spirit Spear!
Darkness — Scatter!
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Familiar Despair
Familiar despair —
A reward, not sin.
Savage all around:
No oak — success is thin.
Wrap yourself in despair
Like a heavy cloak.
Lay sorrow underneath.
Forget all hopes — the world is smoke.
Corrupt is the lie, and people —
A weak decay of kind.
Judas hides in filth —
Casts for Earth, confined.
We are like woodworms here —
Nothing worse than this.
The victory of the inhuman
Leaves Spirit but a kiss.
You are a Spiritual Being —
Elsewhere lies and shame.
Cast away the false “necessity” —
Leave the Rotten Bedlam’s claim.
Build communes. Raise your bands,
Defend against the vile.
Become a man at last —
Only psyche bends the trial.
Though billions of madmen rage —
Fight on, though you may fall.
And bastards, inhuman,
Let them spread their lies to all.
Many will die to lies —
Only the sane will see.
Don’t be weak, don’t flinch —
Not a fool, if brave you be.
When the fools are fewer
By the lies they weave,
Then the sane shall flourish —
In the final fight, believe.
Strike the decisive blow,
Wipe the inhuman clean.
Though all seems bleak and grim,
We will not be unseen.
If we impose a clever fight —
Seek the strategy.
For Darkness has little craft —
Soulless its petty spree.
Then awaken your Spirit —
It will show the way.
Find the weakness of Hell’s minions,
Step inward — do not stray.
Turn on intuition’s power —
It will guide our hand.
Restore your Spiritual Status —
Only Spirit can blast this land.
All of this is Mystery. Learn
To dwell within its might.
Work hard, fight fiercely —
The time for sorrow has passed from sight.
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Familiar Despair
Wrap in despair, step inside!
Fight the lies, let Spirit guide.
Build your bands, defend the just,
Crush the inhuman, ashes to dust.
Awaken, rise, let intuition lead,
Blast the Bedlam — sow the seed!
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Familiar Despair
Step inside!
Fight the lies!
Rise, Spirit!
Crush their guise!
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Wake, Do Not Sing…
Wake, do not sing —
They’ve robbed us all.
Above you loom
The vile and the small.
Always they craft
Nothing but disgrace.
We are their squad,
Their madness we face.
Ever prepared
To serve the dark,
To kill the Spirit
And whine to embark.
Do not sing, but moan —
The scum’s desire.
Their lies wail loud,
A shadow of fire.
That lie will kill —
Trash and war alike.
Nations — mere lice:
Such fate they strike,
If those vile ones
Are silently endured.
Success for the scum —
A triumph obscured.
Like food it goes:
Devour and don’t squeak!
Years will pass —
All will face the bleak.
We already build
This concentration ground,
Under Darkness’ rule,
All march in bound.
Yet Higher Court
Is near for the vile.
They’ll die —
The fawning and the vile.
Those who believe, lie,
And tolerate the inhuman,
Idiots dwelling
In stinking pinions.
From every hole,
Justice comes grim.
And executioners —
Only to Hell’s new brim.
Here already Hell —
Infernal in might,
And ruled by the scum,
Mind meets fatal night.
Saved shall be those
Who sold not their honor —
Through labor, through battle,
They crush the monsters’ horror.
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Wake, Do Not Sing
Wake, do not sing —
They’ve robbed us all!
Fight the lies,
Crush the scum!
Honor intact,
Monsters fall!
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Wake, Do Not Sing
Wake! Fight!
Crush the scum!
Rise! Reign!
Honor wins!
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Identification “Thinking”
Something “is” something —
Often it’s just trash.
Thus within you manifests
The trace of mind made brash.
Imposed definitions —
A flood of twisted terms.
Universal dulling
Through centuries affirms.
Piled high by rotten pseudo-science,
The mind their main manipulation tool.
Those lying, selling fiends
Always ground understanding to a fool.
Man is NOT a body
With a scrap of thought inside.
He is a Spiritual Being,
And scum can be sent aside.
From Consciousness remain mere rudiments,
If Spirit and Conscience are forgotten.
The inhuman experiment
On humans, Dark servants begotten.
All sorted into categories, neat.
Yet Nature has no shelves at all.
Dogma imposed by “learned” fools —
Identification “thinking” is just thrall.
“Only this is true,
Disagree — you’re the foe.”
How many songs have been sung
By creatures like them? Just a hollow show.
Change the labels — new heresy
Can further kill the mind.
And vile inhumanity, baring teeth,
Will act the same, renewed, unkind.
A shift of formations — the new one
Medical neo-fascism takes shape.
With digital chains — the core of slaughter,
In decay, the principal escape.
They invent diseases with ease,
Destroy herds with poisons, no sweat.
Call the venom a vaccine, push it down —
And then continue to lie, reset.
Lie with a scholarly mask,
Use random jargon at will.
Only minds can see the scheme —
The herd just breeds and eats its fill.
The herd does not think — instinct rules.
Labels are signals to the sheep.
Tools of genocide are simple —
Poisons in food, and lies heap.
So trust nothing. Think anew.
Turn on intuition, audacity, too.
Step boldly INWARD: sweep away
All rotten impositions the mind once knew.
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Identification “Thinking”
Trust nothing!
Think anew!
Turn on Spirit,
Sweep the scum!
Step inside,
Crush their lies!
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Identification “Thinking”
Think!
Trust none!
Rise, Spirit!
Crush scum!
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See a Fig…
You look in a book — see a fig.
The box of zombies — see Hell.
All is poisoned. Chains imposed
By fascist fiends who dwell.
Lies rule. Pseudo-science
Shatters Reason into shards.
Darkness of traitors everywhere,
Those fiends and fools on guard.
They trust in fables, myths, and tales,
Propaganda, lying schemes.
“Education” guided by
Decay of Satanic dreams.
They teach in schools, Pure Mind
Turned into chaos and mess,
Soul destroyed, obedience preached —
Darkness deep, nothing less.
Darkness and delusion. This delusion
Has captured all souls’ space.
Gunpowder no longer needed:
Psi-terror thrives in place.
Worse than bombs,
For it strikes the Conscious Mind.
Fragmented thoughts will follow,
Idiots left behind.
Without bloodshed,
The inhuman seeks to win.
Man is not vermin — Spiritual
Phenomenon — they want to thin.
Psi-weapons used fully,
No idle fiction here.
The mind of humans shredded,
Brains riddled with fear.
Hence — unification,
Discipline. In war,
Only the Wise are valued
In this hybrid horror.
Poetry is compressed emotion,
A message to the Mind.
Weaponized — I drive my share
Of dynamite, defined.
Seeking other ways
For this hybrid war today.
Already old, all daring paths
Considered, weighed, in play.
Now must find a method
Terrible yet simple to deploy:
How to destroy these fiends,
How to blow this rotten ploy.
The world’s a cesspool.
Humans cannot thrive here.
Seek and craft your ways of battle —
Scum and vampires disappear.
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See a Fig
Look, don’t sing —
All is stolen!
Strike the lies,
Crush the scum!
Mind awake,
Blast the rot!
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See a Fig
Look!
Strike lies!
Rise, Mind!
Crush rot!
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Do Not Believe!
Do not believe —
Seek to know.
Check it all,
For liars grow.
Those fiends have skill —
Centuries long.
Dull media
Turns humans wrong.
They corrupt all,
If you trust their claim.
They only promise —
But it’s smoke and flame.
All those pledges
Belong to waste,
For chatterers’ style
Is lies well-placed.
And pseudo-science
Always strong,
These fiends deceive us
Years along.
Time passes —
The lies grow mightier still,
Like madmen striking
Logs at will.
People weakened
By this deceit,
And hardship comes:
Smash, defeat.
With vile lies —
Such is Evil’s creed.
Though it seems hard,
Down you will not bleed,
When you know for yourself.
Your seasoned mind
Will study Bedlam,
Find the paths to find.
Freely, easily
You’ll walk away,
When Spirit’s Light
Guides the way.
All the blackness
Will fade and pale.
Then it won’t
So harass or assail.
Let the Light abide!
Do not despair!
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Do Not Believe
Do not trust!
Seek the truth!
Check it all,
Smash the lies!
Mind awake,
Spirit guides!
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Do Not Believe
Seek!
Smash lies!
Rise, Mind!
Spirit guides!
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Poems About the Complex
And again the editor’s window —
Time to write more lines,
About logic, attractors,
For hell, damn it, confines!
Though easier on idiots,
For they are the majority here,
Yet there’s fire and strength,
And scum’s triumph — clear.
In other poems, you’ll examine
And draw a proper end:
This world’s a nauseating mess
Already doomed — no god to defend.
He long abandoned it.
Such are the ways…
Don’t waste your back in bending —
The end of Evil nears these days.
But one wants to write a little
About Gödel’s mind.
A pearl of intellect,
That monsters strive to blind.
The philosopher’s meaning —
A titan through all time.
All verbal vomits
He cast into the grime.
Theories from the genius,
And all! — they took the hit:
Some rot of intellect,
Or putrid chaos writ.
Of course, poetry can
Only generalize,
Yet through it, sober views
Can be embedded, wise.
So the editor’s window
Is for the poet a slit
For a machine gun,
To plow through lies with grit.
Smash all lies,
Season the verse with despair.
Let savagery reign here,
If you fight — you’re not a mere hare.
Submissive fools —
Those monsters drain us all.
Though bleak this shameful world,
A complex poem — your call.
Let others write
Verses on love’s sweet lie,
While the world is drowning
And we all might die.
Can you strike the enemy with a poem?
Then go on, write!
The question is “to strike or not,”
Scum strikes never, only lice.
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Poems About the Complex
Strike with verse!
Smash the lies!
Slam the scum,
Shatter the vile!
Write your truth,
Fight in style!
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Poems About the Complex
Strike!
Smash lies!
Rise, Mind!
Crush scum!
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Be Dead…
"While living, be dead — completely dead.
And do whatever you wish — all will be well."
—Bunan
You must detach —
Seek YOUR own ways.
Otherwise madness continues,
A march in the haze.
March “in step” with this world —
Into the rotten madhouse arrive.
Even the Lyre will die there,
But this verse is not about that.
Here, discard
Attachment to… yourself.
Then every question
Will bring its ANSWER — in struggle
With the insanities hammered in,
Since childhood, present in all,
You’ll see the cards are stacked
For those who deem “success”
The only thing that matters.
Die for EVERYTHING.
Be sensitive and brave.
Though scum may triumph,
You owe nothing
To the corrupt little world.
It will be destroyed,
Soon. And the fatness
Don’t let it accumulate —
Move forward, only forward.
Let Freedom incarnate in you,
And the monster
Fed within by all lies,
By Forgetting, let it die.
Unbowed before Evil,
We’ll live
A real life
When all Hell is swept away:
No mourning rites —
The vile fiend unneeded.
Here are legions of fiends,
Count the wise if you can.
Cast off whining and moans —
Consciousness and Honor!
Let this be your motto.
They are dead in their world.
There lies, violence, madness,
Corruption feeds the herd.
Be dead to these “races,”
Alive for the Light.
Horror imposed from birth,
Be only aware.
And with Awareness
Comes Another Life.
The torment of the Spirit
Will vanish. So FIGHT!!!
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Be Dead
Detach!
Live for Light!
Smash the scum,
Crush the lies!
Spirit awake,
Fight and rise!
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The “Nature” of Man
“They say it’s human nature” —
Those fiends repeat with glee.
Man’s a joke for them,
“To serve with sauce,” you see.
They love to suck his energy,
While fools believe the lies.
Inhuman liars thrive,
Genocide in plain sight.
Generations of slaves
Grow ever duller each year.
Lies stronger than all chains,
Ignorance, fear, and fear.
Behavioral schemes
Repeated year by year,
Memes implanted everywhere —
The masses will believe.
They claim it’s in the genes:
Fear, patience, shame ingrained.
But it’s just foam of lies and force —
Not “nature,” all preordained.
Generation after generation
They chant — and slaves obey:
Fools long used to eat and not think,
To follow what they’re told each day.
Everything decided by
Some “serious uncle,” fed
On our blood… and gladly we
Obey any law he spread.
Not laws — just amusement.
Education is a yoke,
Imposed for laughter,
To teach them how to choke
On all the filth they swallow.
Overton’s windows smashed,
The rogue becomes the “norm,”
Justice comes at last.
For tolerance of scum,
For the obedience of slaves,
For all their fear and whining,
Freedom breaks the chains and graves.
Not by slaveholders’ hands
Will the cataclysm sweep,
But by bodies only,
If fascism runs deep.
An insult to Nature,
This slave-world of lies.
Tremble, all you fiends —
The reckoning will rise.
For the few who saved their soul,
Who never bowed, never fell —
A different world awaits.
Ignore the enemies, fight, be well.
There is nothing in that “nature” —
Man is a clean, blank sheet.
Exterminate the monster within —
Be Spiritual, Bright, and Complete.
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The “Nature” of Man
Exterminate the fiend within!
Rise, Spirit, bright and clean!
Smash the lies,
Crush the scum!
Be free,
Be Light, be One!
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Poison-Bearing Slaves
"But man sent man
To the poison tree with a commanding gaze;
And it obeyed, flowing forth,
Returning by morning with its venom."
—A. Pushkin, The Anchar, 1828
For a ration — credits,
Cash and booze —
The stuffed fool endures
All Evil here, no excuse.
Not only endures,
But carries poison too —
That venom, defective,
Will kill all grandchildren through.
For they are not poisoned by dust —
Here lies are the bane.
Brains are thin — instincts and tremors,
A trembling freak, insane.
Fright tales — deceit.
Such is the people
Of all these fake lands.
Global slavery —
Total fascism reigns.
Rudeness only craves to eat —
Pure idiocy remains.
Truly, grandchildren
Are consumed today by brutes:
Corrupt fiends,
Fools, idiots, recruits.
Two-thirds fools,
A legion of schizoid filth —
Fascist forces,
Satanic sludge.
The world reeks
Of this poison so vast.
How bitter, how grim,
Shame and disgrace cast.
Yet you must fight —
All else is decay.
Draw close to the Wise —
Sweep the Hell away.
All strength lies in Spirit —
Fortify it well.
Corrupt fiends
Will perish, any villain fell.
All will answer —
The time will come:
God marks the rogue.
Tremble, fool!
And these are not tales —
Real Execution awaits:
In the noose — all idiots,
Fascist scum meets their fates.
The Sun shines brighter —
The poison tree dries.
Judas coins,
All turned to ashes lie.
The World will rise,
Movement toward Freedom starts:
Against Nature stands
The SLAVE-IDIOT’s parts.
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Poison-Bearing Slaves
Fight!
Sweep the scum!
Spirit strong,
Crush the lies!
Freedom rise,
Slaves die!
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The Craft of Collar-Masters
The slave’s collar —
A shield for the mind
Against madness. The crowd
Reads all the “smart books”
And claims: law,
Freedom, progress.
But here Evil thrives,
And lies press wild and reckless.
Fools shout it loud,
Barefaced. Lock them up —
Let them sow poison
Among the cells and scum.
Almost all seems logical,
But foundations are falsified.
Cynically, Truth is replaced
By surrogates far and wide.
The whole world — a sham!
Slaves are pleased
With any excuse,
A mat of lies they heed.
It takes just a few moves
To see the pattern clear…
And those who call it out
Will be condemned. Lies here
Are so familiar —
Without them, death looms.
The fool hysterically claims
He’s not foul, he assumes.
“Constitution and such” —
All nonsense. The mind prostituted,
Only death of the Soul
Is served by this polluted.
That’s why around
So many dead ones dwell.
They “walk with God” —
A god of lies and chains as well.
They are satanists,
Yet cannot admit.
Madly they deceive themselves,
Their falsehoods never quit.
They hate not the slavery,
But those who see it clear —
That is the success of scum,
Their mastery of fear.
In minds, all is bondage,
And the craft of collars
Is rudeness, disgrace,
And cunning, sly valor.
And those masters —
A pond full of them.
The fiend is nothing new —
Always deceiving themselves.
They teach children
To lie the same way,
To truly exterminate
Humanity inside their clay.
Break this cycle —
Smash the lies everywhere,
So Reason does not fade,
Collar-like, beware!
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Collar-Masters
Smash the lies,
Break the chains!
Spirit strong,
Mind remains!
End the scum,
Freedom reigns!
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The Convinced Are the Conquered
Convinced, yet conquered —
Words so close in sound.
In Latin roots, so simple,
Hard and sharp, profound:
To force the winner’s way,
To follow him with might.
Convinced: the forebear —
The conquered in plain sight.
The gap in meaning’s tiny —
Total lies sting like snakes.
Multiply the falsehood swiftly,
Make it bolder, more grotesque.
More vile, more furious,
Stronger than bomb or tank.
Bombs destroy — lies make yours;
So minds are crushed, ranks sank.
A doctor turned vet
Injects all with filth and woe.
No prison threatened him,
No tank strikes, hybrid or foe.
And traitors, shameful,
Swarmed like shadows in the night.
The sight is sickening —
Not human, foul delight.
The gullible, naïve —
Always the majority here.
A shameful end approaches,
Yet Truth, Spirit, Honor near.
The madhouse will burn,
Where words breed only deceit.
The hellish torment destroyed —
This fire cleanses the seat.
Though verses carry sparks of Spirit,
They are no evil tool.
For lying, corrupt bastards
Will face annihilation’s rule:
For betrayal of the Foundations,
For letting the world stagnate,
For letting goatish scum thrive,
Their end will come — no debate.
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Convinced Are Conquered
Smash the lies,
Burn the madhouse!
Spirit rise,
Crush the scum!
Truth and Honor,
Will overcome!
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The Shit-Burner
"Our Russia!!!" — no, not yours.
A colony long gone.
For pennies slaves toil,
Ruin and filth live on.
Shit-eaters, fiends, fools,
All breeds of vile delight,
At the scum’s beck and call,
In hellish bondage, tight.
Inhumans rule this world,
Russia’s just the stage
To turn all into latrines,
To drive out Spirit’s rage.
False viruses, war-games,
Prove how minds have cracked;
Nearly all cuckoos gone,
Believing every fact.
The box of zombie lies,
Feeds “bonds” to dull the brains,
Heals the fools of falsehoods,
While chains and filth remain.
Few souls survive this Hell,
Where traitors reign on traitors,
Killing all that’s worthy,
Destroying dreams and craters.
And the other world — a sewer,
Fascism triumphs there,
The last fight’s for Reason,
Satan’s grip everywhere.
Across the globe it wins,
Building a World Camp vast;
The Pure Spirit slaughtered,
And sanity’s held fast.
Rot and shame degrade the rest,
Turning humans into beasts;
Earth itself a stinking heap,
Where darkness spreads at least.
But the great Shit-Burner —
Our Sun — begins the purge:
Traitors worse than all world-evil
Will face the cleansing surge.
The scum will burn,
Sent to other, brighter worlds.
Fight in these cursed times,
Bend not, let nothing unfurl.
In this struggle, save your Soul —
All else is meaningless and vain.
Trust yourself, ignore the lies,
And ease the path through pain.
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Shit-Burner Manifest
Burn the scum,
Purge the Hell!
Guard your Soul,
Fight the Lies!
Truth will rise,
Darkness dies!
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Colossus on Rotten Legs
The migratory birds are flying,
The sun here shines far more bright,
Yet the madness of endless slavery
Lingers through rotten, stupid blight.
The country’s held by fools’ foundations,
Traitors like cement they lay.
Cement combined with rotting stumps
Builds a monument to decay.
It stands—miracle of all wonders:
A colossus on legs of rot.
Scoundrels and Judas figures praised,
The wise and sane are ground to dust.
Spirits and minds grow ever fewer—
A genocide of thought prevails.
Tyrants bask in vile grandeur,
While others crumble, shame assails.
Monsters march with rifles ready,
Their stench leads to slaughter’s door.
Yet the soulless flock rejoices,
For the Spirit’s connection is torn.
Heartless plague like endless pandemic,
Demons rule this petty world.
Mimicry hides these vile fiends—
Fools cannot see their lies unfurled.
Factories churn for dulling minds—
Schools, kindergartens, universities.
In darkness they trap generations,
And vile decay completes its cruelties.
Fascist lies and propaganda
Drive out the last remnants of thought.
Bureaucrats plunder without mercy,
Leaving all in a heap of rot.
Rot is called the homeland here,
All held together by lies’ bonds.
A world ruled by filthy fascist freaks—
The fool trembles, waiting their cons.
Migratory birds keep flying,
Yet unlikely to reach human lands.
The whole world’s become a madhouse,
Where inhuman fiends command.
Only the Sun remains, of course,
It will evaporate all filth and pain.
It will burn the madhouse to the bottom,
And end the madness, fear, and shame.
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Colossus on Rotten Legs
Birds fly, the sun blazes high,
Yet rot and fools keep nations tied.
Scoundrels praised, the wise crushed low,
Spirit torn, the darkness grows.
Demons rule, factories dull the mind,
Lies spread, leaving souls confined.
But Sun will burn the madhouse down,
And end the fear, the shame, the clown.
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Colossus on Rotten Legs
Birds fly, fools rule, the darkness thrives,
Scoundrels rise while spirit dies.
Sun will burn the madhouse whole,
Freedom strikes, and claims the soul.
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Colossus on Rotten Legs
Birds flee, fools reign, the mad world burns,
Scum strut, spirit crushed, the tide turns.
Sun ignites the madhouse, razes all,
Freedom storms in—scum’s final fall.
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Birds fly, fools rot, the mad world shakes,
Spirit rises—scum dies, the colossus breaks.
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Birds soar, fools rot, the mad colossus stands,
Scum rules the world, crushing minds with hands.
Rise, Spirit! Burn the lies—break rotten lands.
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Mad colossus stands, fools rot, the world enslaved,
Rise, Spirit! Burn the lies, leave none depraved.
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Rotting colossus, fools enthroned, the world enslaved,
Spirit rise, strike fire! Let lies be razed!
Tyrants cower, demons fall beneath the flame,
Freedom’s dawn — humanity reclaim!
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Colossus rots, on rotten legs it stands,
Fools and fiends clutch power with trembling hands.
Spirit ignites — we raze the vile and grim,
Freedom storms the world — let darkness dim!
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Rotten colossus, fools and fiends in sway,
Crushing minds, they mock the light of day.
Spirit blazes — hell’s reign we shred apart,
Freedom smashes chains, igniting every heart!
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Colossus rots, its legs of putrid wood,
Fools and fiends march, choking all that’s good.
Spirit erupts — shattering the fiendish chain,
Hell burns, yet from the ashes rises our reign!
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Colossus crumbles on rotten, hollow feet,
Fools and fiends swarm, the world’s deceit complete.
Spirit ignites, tearing through the tyrant’s chain,
Hell’s fire rages, purging centuries of pain.
Ashes shudder, yet freedom storms the skies,
From ruins, the true soul of the world shall rise!
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Rotting colossus, fools in proud array,
Darkness rules where reason’s led astray.
Spirit strikes, the tyrants’ lies undone,
Ash and fire reveal the rising sun.
Chains shattered, all their falsehoods torn apart,
Freedom’s hammer pounds the tyrant’s heart!
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On rotten legs the giant staggers blind,
Fools and fiends oppress, leaving truth confined.
But Spirit roars, the falsehoods burn away,
Hell’s grip falters; the dawn has found its way.
From cinders, from deceit, a light breaks through,
The soul of man stands, fierce, renewed, and true!
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Rotting colossus falls!
Fools and fiends burn in Spirit’s blaze!
Freedom strikes—hell shatters!
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The Necessity of a Truly New Unified Collective Consciousness
A different consciousness, collective,
Beyond the confines of poor binary schemes.
Sick of the world of brazen lies and deceit?
Then break free from the stupid, imposed dreams!
From the schemes of genocide, of vice, oppression
Against the Pure Spirit—into the Spiritual Space.
At first a point, then expansion and progression,
But first, sweep the vile filth from its place.
The mind holds filth—not just one generation,
It’s been piled up for ages untold.
Seek the units that are Pure, untouched by corruption,
And let intuition guide you, brave and bold.
Feel the pulse of thought and of heart:
Around you, the dead—seek the living, wise.
Miss the moment, and there’s no fleeing from Hell,
Surrendered, resigned?—a lost soul meets its demise.
A collective escape from Hell is possible,
But first the Consciousness must be grown.
For the Mind is strangled here, the Spirit shackled,
The question: Consciousness—exist or be overthrown?
Not to exist is the fate that Hell’s creatures grant,
Who long ago seized Earth through lies.
The remnants of the Reasonable must unite,
Or else doom—the people here will crawl like lice.
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Rise, unite—the Mind must break the chains!
From Hell’s deceit, the Pure Spirit reigns.
Delay, surrender, and you’re already lost—
Fight, for only the living bear the cost!
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Break free, collective mind, arise!
From Hell’s decay, let Spirit rise.
Lose your courage, and you’re condemned—
Only the brave can see the end.
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Out of the schemes, the lies, the pit—
The Pure Spirit calls—answer it!
Delay, obey, and you’re undone,
Only the Mind can fight as one.
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Hell’s legions rule with poisoned lies,
But Spirit breaks, and Truth survives.
Surrender now, and all is lost—
Stand together, pay the cost!
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Rise, Spirit! Break Hell’s chains!
Only the fearless escape these pains.
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Mind united, strike the lies!
Hell shall burn before our eyes.
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Out of the schemes, out of the pit—
Strike together, never quit!
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Collective mind—Hell will fall!
Rise, resist, destroy them all!
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Chains of lies, we shred and burn,
Only the awake shall return!
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From the filth of forged deceit,
Strike as one—make Hell retreat!
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Spirits pure, unite, ignite!
Scum of lies face final night!
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Smash the lies! Tear the chains!
Awake and pure—our spirit reigns!
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Strike as one! No mercy shown!
Hell shall fall, the truth be known!
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Crush the filth! Burn deceit!
Only the vigilant won’t retreat!
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Raze the scum! Shatter their throne!
Power to the minds that own!
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No compromise! Break the mold!
Strike with fire, strike bold!
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Smash the lies! Tear the chains!
Burn the filth! Crush the reign!
Rise, O Mind—hell falls again!
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Shatter the false,
Crush the vile,
Let the Spirit rise—hell dies!
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Break the chains,
Burn the lies,
Mind unleashed—darkness dies!
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Strike the filth,
Smash the scum,
Rise, O Soul, and hell succumb!
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Crush the vermin,
Raze the rot,
Spirit’s blade will strike the lot!
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Smash their lies,
Grind the scum,
Hell itself will feel the drum!
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Shred the falsehood,
Crack the chains,
Annihilate the tyrants’ reign!
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1.
Smash, strike,
Break the lie!
Vermin fall,
Spirit rise!
2.
Hit them hard,
Ravage their nest,
Only the bold
Will face the test!
3.
Crush the vile,
Rend the dark,
Let the Light
Ignite the spark!
4.
Crush the vermin,
Raze the rot,
Spirit’s blade
Will strike the lot!
5.
Smash their lies,
Grind the scum,
Hell itself
Will feel the drum!
6.
Shred the falsehood,
Crack the chains,
Annihilate
The tyrants’ reign!
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Smash the lies, crush the scum,
Let the Spirit rise, the tyrants numb!
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Break the chains, burn the rot,
Spirit strikes where fools are caught!
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Rise, O Mind, destroy the vile,
Crush their lies with ruthless style!
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Tear the falsehood, strike the herd,
Only Spirit speaks the Word!
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