The Golden Key
You won’t find that key,
Cheap and bright as gold.
Turn inside—be free,
Let your soul unfold.
Wealth’s within, yet lies
Rot the world outside.
Since your youth, unwise,
You have chased the bribe.
Tricks replace the mind,
Falsehood blinds the way.
Truth is left behind,
Masked in grand display.
Honor doesn’t pay—
So you play the game.
Fake it all the way,
Lie without a shame.
Soon you'll lose your pride,
Conscience fades to dust.
But you’ll rise so high—
In deceit they trust.
Youthful flames burn out,
Tamed into a beast.
"Joyful life," they tout—
Half a man at least.
Cross the line—too late,
There's no turning back.
Now you serve their fate,
Tied into the pack.
Strong ones—you devour,
Yet to them, you’re scum.
What went wrong? The power
Of the Spirit’s numb.
So while young, decide—
Walk the path with might!
Leave the filthy tide,
Stand—a mountain bright!
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Ruling of inhumans with
the stranglehold of lies
A noose drawn tight—
Lies smother all.
Mind fades from sight...
Inhuman rule,
The people fall.
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A noose is tight —
Lies choke the air.
All fades from sight...
Dark rules ensnare.
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False Love in a Lying Hell
Let doubt be nurtured, not "true love"—
Their lies will flood the world above,
And once again you'll stand alone
Before the ruthless Evil's throne...
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The scammer’s joyful voice is preaching,
Repeating ads for all to hear:
Mammon rules all, with no beseeching,
No sense of honor, shame, or fear.
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Clearing the Mind for
the Breakthrough of Light
From the depths of being,
Words begin to rise.
Yet the world's deceiving,
Clouding clearer skies.
Clear the path intently,
Brush the dust away!
Falsehoods pile densely,
Filling thoughts with clay.
Layers thickly cover
One ascending road—
Where the soul recovers,
Breaking mind's dark code.
It can pierce the madness,
Bring the Light anew.
Fools embrace the sadness,
Drunk on poison’s view.
Raving lies have taken
Hold of all we see.
Yet the Word awakens—
Make the pathway free!
Light is breaking, yearning,
Rushing through this call.
Hesitate—returning
Darkness drowns it all.
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The Creep of Tyranny and the Blind Crowd
Creeping evil spreads its blight,
Dulls the masses, kills their sight,
Rules with cunning, rules with lies,
Crushing those who dare be wise.
Fools obey and bow to sin,
Chasing "joy" through filth within.
Darkness laughs—its goal is met,
Dragging all through mire and sweat.
Madness paves a twisted way,
Guiding hordes to slow decay.
Blind, they march through shadowed gates,
Unaware of doomed fates.
Tyranny will mask its name,
Dressed in order, crowned in flame.
With a leash of steel and code,
You will serve or bear the load.
Yet destruction breaks the chain,
Fire purges, cleanses pain.
Still, when ashes cool at last,
Hell is waiting—just recast.
Hell returns in different guise,
Feeding off the blind and wise.
For the meek accept their chains,
And the liars play their games.
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Brief is the joy in the struggle and strain,
If you refuse to descend into shame.
Downward through darkness, all generations
March, having buried their higher ambitions.
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Mass Education, or Dumbed-Down Nation
The teachers preach, the fools obey,
They drill and cram the mind away.
And out the school doors, dull and meek,
The broken herd forgets to think.
The dark delights in fear and lies,
In blind, obedient, hollow eyes.
What more is left when, on the block,
Stand twisted souls in lifeless flocks?
To crush The Spirit—final goal,
To strip the fire from the soul.
Then, "happiness" at last they’ll find—
As cattle, penned and reassigned.
Their joy? A leash that’s not so tight,
A master’s hand that whips them light.
And kindness? Merely swapped away
For chains they wear without dismay.
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Song of Freedom
Let us sing the Song of Freedom—
Or decay in Hell’s foul kingdom.
Rise, O song, through all creation—
Stop the rot of degradation!
Rot is spreading, Hell is thriving:
On the top—corrupt conniving,
At the base—souls crushed and broken,
Tortured, shackled, left unspoken.
Pain like this leaves scars forever.
Odds are slim, but still—endeavor!
Through the struggle, save your spirit—
Dare to hear it—filth or near it!
Mind beneath the Soul must follow,
Then creation flows unhollowed,
Like a poem, strong and endless,
Lighting up Hell’s halls of madness.
Few escape—so few are sane,
Dulled in mind and soul profaned,
Prisoners of a world-wide madhouse,
Not a dream—no waking past now.
Think of lockdowns, masks, restrictions,
All their brutal false convictions.
Think it’s over? Worse is coming
If the herd won’t judge the cunning.
Yet the odds are close to zero.
Darkness crushes. One last hero?
Souls are dying. Doomsday marches—
Hell expands as fire arches.
Flames will cleanse, and fools will gather,
Built again to rot and wither,
Sinking deeper in deception,
Strengthening their own damnation.
Freedom’s few stand separated,
Scattered, lost, indoctrinated.
Never once uniting truly—
Weak in spirit, thinking poorly.
Harsh? Too much? Then shut your ears!
Song of Freedom knows no fears.
Drop the words—begin the action,
Burn the lies and build new factions!
Find your tribe—awake the sleeping!
Though they're few, let them be breathing,
Let them stand and not be broken,
Let them rise with deeds outspoken!
Act with courage—seek new measures!
Rotten hands corrupt all treasures.
New must cut through old illusions,
Sharp and bold with no confusions!
Sing the Song of Freedom, fearless!
Lone you stand, yet Light is peerless.
Let the Spirit clear the passage,
Warm your Soul and cleanse the damage.
And you’ll find your choir resounding!
Never bow—no fate’s confounding!
Be the truth, no self-deception,
Even trapped in Hell’s direction.
Grow in kindness, grow in power—
Break the chains this very hour!
Light and Freedom—perform this hit!
Move! The time is now—go do it!
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Don't Lose the Essence!
"Look deep inside yourself—turn your gaze away
From the world around you; inward let it stay.
This is the first demand that wisdom makes,"
Said Fichte, as the mind’s first step he stakes.
Even ancient sages claimed the same before.
Trust the world’s half-truths—you will think no more.
Reason turns to riddles if you chase the lie,
Only chasing echoes—phantoms in the sky.
Life’s a dream, unless if you
See beyond the haze.
Wisdom must be daily new—
Else you rot and waste.
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The Yoke of Hidden Evil and Clownish Politics
Dark intrigues behind the curtain—
Fear will make the chains more certain.
Keep the masses dull and hollow,
Though they’re fools with minds so shallow.
Plenty work for scheming swine—
Plots are "jokes," yet right on time:
Spin them up through viral chatter,
Memes will make them spread and scatter.
Clowns are fools, absurd and broken;
Some are corpses left unspoken—
Senile minds in dim decay,
Others lost in bluer sway.
Evil rises, takes its course,
Culling weaklings at the source.
This is what we breed and cherish—
Shall we thrive, or shall we perish?..
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We serve for gold, with scum we mingle,
Yet fear alone drives all our ways.
The soulless lords need slaves to swindle,
While "God’s own serf" finds hell his praise.
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Cain and Abel, Magdalene—
Tales for fools, a dull routine.
Want some horror? Here you go:
Christ’s own blood in wine will flow...
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So-Called Scientists
Newton’s laws won’t light the way,
Second’s just a dull cliché.
Force? An abstract, crude distortion,
Spreading lies in full proportion.
Pseudoscience rots the brain,
Meant for fools—its prime domain.
Faith, not thought, they take as guiding,
Thus, to Hell, the doors swing wider.
Hell seeps in through half-truths, fables,
Smashing Truth beneath its tables.
Spirit's wiped from all their lore—
"Knowledge" fit for flies and more.
Spirit forms the world's foundation,
Science sells it for damnation.
Fear and nonsense shape their quota—
Just like CowID... their own quota.
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Almost cycling
The gap melts away, though you never delay.
Another endeavor—another forever—
Of struggle and trial...
Your path is denial.
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A Brief Tale of This World’s Core
In the zoo, where snakes are crawling,
Man has built a pyramid.
All is trapped in unseen walling,
Devils rule and keep it hid.
Mind and Honor—scarcely counted,
Men are beasts, brought down so low.
Lies are spewed, the world is founded
On deception. That’s the show.
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Deadwood and "AI"
"AI" will build a Giant Archive—
Its limits bound all future art.
They'll load it up with twisted lies,
Then "cure" dead wood till souls depart.
Who dares to write with searing fire,
Unveiling madness, filth, and fraud,
Will face the fools’ obscene attire—
The Bot will judge: "Against the law!"
They’ll shrink the borders, ever tighter,
Proclaiming: "Flesh is all you are!"
Believe in myths? Then you’re a cipher,
A castaway, an outcast star.
They’ll mark as myths both Soul and Conscience,
Despair amid the lies and fears.
Thus ends the world, its tale forgotten,
As "AI" plants Mirage in spheres.
The "AI"’s Mirage is now... material,
While art is mocked and left to sink.
For when the world turns this... infernal,
The Soul is drowning in the brink.
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Suicides of Souls in the Circles of This Hell
Twilight veils the Soul,
Shine a light—control,
Or it will be swallowed,
Doomed, condemned, and hollowed.
Hell is all around,
Men—mere pawns unbound,
Monsters move with reason,
Satan—grim and seasoned—
Judges every game,
All will burn the same.
But the final thunder
Tears this Hell asunder.
Wait not for salvation,
Passive resignation
Leads to slow decay—
Rotting souls betray.
Hell is built on lies,
News, false facts arise.
Generation’s blunder—
Brains reduced to plunder.
Fools make Hell seem steady,
Blind and dull—but ready.
Zombies fill the masses,
Selfhood quickly passes.
Struggle means your slaughter—
Trapped, enslaved, and quartered.
Here, survival’s price
Is a Soul’s demise.
Questions, sharp and bright,
Die in floods of blight.
Silence grows in fashion,
Lies suppress compassion.
Hell corrupts the Spirit,
Demons guard its limits,
Digging deeper holes—
Graves for sleeping Souls.
Not a murder—self!
That’s the twist itself.
Fiends will only taunt you,
It’s their task to haunt you.
Break this scheme apart,
Tear it from the start!
Hell’s design is madness,
Mind reduced to sadness.
Learn, and you may flee,
Rise and break the spree
Of the brainless herds,
Fighting with your words.
Only so! No other!
Else you’ll choke and smother,
Drowned in filth and fear,
Burning since your year—
Since your birth, ensnared,
Turned to corpses, scared.
Living dead walk endless,
Few break through the senseless.
Rare the minds that wake—
Lies strike Souls opaque.
So don’t waste your breath—
Save your Mind from death!
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The Algorithms of Search and
Social Media—That Satanic Crap
Algorithms stand against you
If your soul’s a flame, a spark.
Fools are molded, dull and senseless,
Darkness festers in their hearts.
That’s their purpose, that’s their mission—
Drown all art and crush the bright.
Roam online like lost perdition,
Or a worm in filth and blight.
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In the Pen of the Infernal World
A cycle grim—deceit, decay,
Like penned-up sheep, we waste away,
Dull and blind, we dim the light
Of reason’s flame, once burning bright.
The Spark of God, we crush it low,
Trapped in filth where minds don’t grow.
This wretched world corrupts the soul—
So don’t obey it—stay whole!
Hear your spirit! Walk alone,
Fan the Spark that once had shone,
Let it kindle thought anew—
Rise, revive—the path is true!
Not grotesque, but walking dead,
Greed and hunger drive their tread.
Digging graves, the mindless swarm
Builds the tomb of this deformed—
World of fools, where hollow lies
Feed their "wisdom"—thin disguise.
Like the slugs beneath the brine,
They dissolve in fraud’s design.
Still they crawl, though fear decays them,
Rotting fast while fate betrays them.
Lessons, laws—mere tools of slaughter,
Twisting minds for death, not order.
Flesh remains, but souls are slain,
Dreams replaced with dark domain.
Monstrous visions shape their being,
Life defiled—no sense, no meaning.
Yet awareness, bold resistance,
Keeps the mind from decomposition.
Simple truths, yet long forsaken,
Buried deep, yet not mistaken.
For the soul still hears and knows,
Senses vast, unending flows
Of the Spirit’s boundless world—
One from which we’re torn, controlled.
Built around us—walls of madness,
Hell disguised to dull the sadness.
Bosh obscured with hollow chatter,
Doom disguised for minds to shatter.
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