Pale Horse and Harlots
Corrupt and soulless cops,
Officials—leeches, slops,
Elite’s marionettes,
And politicians—pets.
The "people"? Fools, it’s clear—
Two-thirds are blind in fear.
The Pale Horse rides our way,
A debt we all must pay—
For reason torn asunder,
For vows we dragged through thunder,
For souls betrayed in slumber.
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Prosecutors: A Common Path to Politics
Prosecutors, march to power!
Know the game and rule it tight.
No more whiners—times are sour,
Stand for FASCISM, stand and fight!
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Herbicides for Fast Food
Poisoned fields—don’t mind the sorrow,
Praise the Pest that spoils tomorrow.
Toxins spread, disease is growing,
Yet the profits keep on flowing.
Brains eroding—clear, alarming.
DDT made schools more charming:
Duller minds in dumber nations,
Left as ruins, lost foundations.
Chemical war is now expanding,
Few stay sane—yet none commanding.
Scattered souls can’t fight together,
Doom is set—it’s now or never.
Thus, the future’s dark, infernal,
World consumed in flames eternal.
Lies and poison, fear—destruction,
Choked in madness—lost to function.
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Distortions Cut Like Blades
Twisted minds like scythes are slashing
Sense and Spirit, Truth and Light.
Cursed Questions, ever gnashing,
Linger silent—yet in sight.
Loudly praised—wars’ beasts and tyrants,
Odes to brutes are sanctioned still.
"Education" breeds the mindless,
Like a haze, the land lies ill.
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Endless Dullness, Nothing Higher
Dullness reigns—the world is hollow.
Spare me tales of light ahead.
Even thousands, sane, won’t follow—
Fascist rule won’t break or shed.
Fools unite, their ranks unshaken,
Stronger than the rebel few.
Now betrayal’s job is taken,
While the Honest starve and rue.
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The Creative Spark and the Cliché Trap
When your fire starts to fade,
Clichés crawl in, unafraid.
Chase them off—they come once more,
Till creation fuels the core.
Let the spark of art arise,
Burning through their dull disguise.
Fools seek “joy” in gold and lies,
Lost in numbness of reprise...
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Destructive Stereotypes of "Common Sense"
"Common sense" is treacherous,
Greedy to the core,
Blindly serving avarice,
Often but a bore.
Cunning, sly, deceptive,
Yet it fails to see
Light beyond perspectives
Of this world’s debris.
Draped in wealth and fashion,
Yet it drains the mind,
Traps the soul in ashes,
Leaves the heart confined.
If you crush Creation,
Live like all the rest,
Dying in rotation—
Hamster in a nest.
"Common sense" sees nothing,
Nor the spinning wheel,
Fails to see corruption,
Death of soul concealed.
Psy-ops shape the nations,
Minds decay and rot,
Blindly ruled by masses,
Evil’s common thought.
Struggles shall be many
While this "sense" holds sway.
Seek the Spark within you—
That’s the only way.
Else, you'll die a fool, and
Spread the reign of gloom,
Feeding madness further,
Crushing soul in doom.
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Dumbing Down Through the Ages
"Modern schools achieve nothing at all. They teach only how to string words together without understanding—
as if for sheep, bleating matters more than feeding."
— Pierre Abelard, 12th century.
Little ever changes—
Darkness dulls the mind,
Leaves the soul in cages,
Trapped and nearly blind.
Wisdom’s crumbs are taken,
Feasts for beasts begin.
Sheep get scraps and fables,
If the Shepherd’s king.
Swap the masks of leaders,
Flocks will never see—
Truth is lost in bleating,
Drowned in sophistry.
Bleat, but never reason—
That is what they teach.
Feed upon illusion,
Sense stays out of reach.
Sing the mind’s last requiem,
For the fools are massed,
And the grip of fascists
Drags the world down fast.
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Faith in Pseudoscience
A "scientific breakthrough"
Is rooted in belief—
In vague and hazy theories,
Yet proof is just as brief.
A test confirms the hunches,
Or bends to fit the claim,
And tangled minds will stumble,
Deceived by twisted games.
For faith is all that matters!
Without it—nothing stays.
The rare, cold skeptic shatters
Illusions with a phrase:
"Absurd!"—but none will listen.
His voice is drowned once more.
While blind belief’s dominion
Drags reason to the floor.
The scholars turned to preachers,
Yet wear a different guise—
Their sermons built on profit,
Their dogma sold as lies.
Yes, truth still leaves its traces,
Yet nonsense floods the land—
Like fleas upon the spirit,
Like chains upon the mind.
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The Path
Don’t push your mind beyond its measure—
This Path of Thought brings little pleasure.
So many lost their way in blindness,
Trapped in the loops of their own mindness.
But Insight lifts you, clear and bright—
It lies above the mind, in sight
Of heart and soul. Let Spirit guide—
With horse and rider well allied.
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The Pyramid of Social Foolery
A noble goat ascends the tiers,
Not the last among the chain.
A wretched soul who sold his years
To Evil’s tune for fleeting gain.
He spits on those beneath his feet,
Crushes those who touch the base,
And serves the whims of those elite,
Groveling with slavish grace.
This Everest of servile grime,
A mountain built of fawning waste,
Defines the world—a hollow crime,
No room for Mind or Soul’s embrace.
Yet should such values hold their sway,
The hollow peak will quickly fall.
To those attuned, the signs convey:
Decline now looms above us all.
Degradation’s rife, unchecked;
The base will crack and pull it down.
The "summit’s" fiend, your reign is wrecked—
Weep and wail; you’ll surely drown!
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Runner
A runner turned around — in his old age
He still takes part in every race.
His life has shrunk to such a small stage,
Almost each fool a fool in place.
So simple it seems, this life's creation,
But all that's left is narrowness, nonsense, and dust.
For it's like lying in a state of comatose sensation,
In dreams, only misery and fear are just.
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Slavery
The whole world toils for food each day:
All exceptions — a mere ERROR.
But the masses, lost in their dismay,
Cry out, "Freedom, choice." Security? —
An exception: to frighten, to sway
The slaves with lies and provocations —
And so, they tighten the leash, they play
The monsters, in fear and frustration.
In fear and confusion, they dwell—
And make that their norm of existence.
To empty ideologies they fell,
Now rotting minds in blind resistance.
No hope for salvation, no way out:
A Cataclysm will break this chain.
The slave world will destroyed, "happy" without
The crushing, dull fascism's reign.
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Dissolution of the World
Subject, object — nonsense, gloom.
We’re ruled by fears and lies,
Boundless is the Spiritual Realm.
If your mind’s not left behind,
Then yield it to the Spirit’s sway,
For Spirit’s triumph will display
How the wretched world dissolves—
Like rotten cheese in a trap’s jaws.
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Catch of Evil
A multitude of hackneyed words
Like ripples. But the catch of Evil,
Its essence, lies in the Depths of Lies.
Mirages veiled in endless mist,
Crafted from false ideas —
Disguises. Through a sieve,
They pour the water everywhere—
Distracting attention, leading astray.
To understand what’s truly caught,
A fool’s test is required:
They launched the cow-ID into the pond—
Three-quarters of the mind is slain...
The rest need not be caught:
Idiots, in their merry alliance,
Will gladly exterminate the wise—
By the pond, the Monster builds
A new camp—digital,
Surrounding the damaged, mindless,
With "care"—which will be the Spirit's FINAL blow.
And soulless fools will waste their strength
Only on the tasks of Darkness.
To them, this seems today to be madness...
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Surviving to Sacrifice
We all must SURVIVE!
CREATURES will pressure us,
With their endless, vulgar survival—
Leading Souls to the slaughter,
Guided together as one.
Lies and fears, total and pure,
Fill the air, a grim allure.
Like on the scaffold, the world insane,
Bent by foolish, rigid chains.
And from these fears, the Mind lies in ruins—
Except for rare exceptions,
In this age of disconnections,
Where generations suffer from decay,
Driving the masses to dismay,
Unable to awaken:
Before Hell, they bend and break,
Further still, they'll sink and crawl.
Their future's like lemmings, bound to fall,
Group by group, they near the cliff.
They’ll jump to the abyss by order—
Idiots believe the media’s borders,
As if they believe in God.
The world stinks from the vomit of propaganda—
They showed it in Cow-ID.
Stop surviving, now, I say—
Think of saving the Soul today:
A Cataclysm approaches fast—
It will sweep away the rotten, fascist past,
Universal, relentless, and blind—
The fool in humility, aligned
To walk the path to a New Hell.
There are Spiritual Realms to dwell,
For universal Resistance, bright
Like a fairy tale, a guiding light.
Sensitive, honest hearts will find
A place in the fight, to heal the mind,
Saving the Soul by this alone—
Listen to the Psyche, in Hell, overthrown.
It’s alchemy—hard to speak,
In the verse so bleak.
Leave the Corrupt Hell behind,
If you are not the evil kind.
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Dream
Strength and skill are fading fast,
Do soap and rope come in a dream at last?
Throw the soap beneath their feet—
They’ll slip and fall, if they’re too weak.
And keep the rope as an excuse,
For when the scum might turn to use,
If they wish to hang us high,
We’ll mark them all, and by and by.
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Redemption of Sin
"Redemption of Sin"
Like a bridle for a fool,
The priest drives the reins with skill,
Steering foolish souls to Hell,
Where their minds in madness dwell.
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The Donkey's Path
A donkey bound by blinders
Cannot find his way alone.
Only carrots hung as markers
Guide him where he's meant to roam.
Blinders, donkey, dangling carrot—
Tiny world, its narrow track.
And the road to Hell inherits
All delight the carrot lacks.
Half your life, the blinders pressing,
Then you chase the bait ahead.
Through the crowd, no end to guessing—
Hooves will follow where they're led.
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The Machine Allegory
"Coupling," "bushing"—mechanized!
Cretinism supervises,
Hence the engine spins awry,
A park of machines gone awry.
One pump works beyond its bounds,
Pushing down a mix profound—
Fuel to feed cretinism.
Even machines know fascism!
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