Saving for a Rainy Day
"Save for black day!"—so they preach.
Now it’s here—but fools won't see.
Slaves to evil, dull and meek,
Hoard their lies in misery.
Counting, trusting, full of fear,
Planning decades far ahead.
Yet when shadows gather near,
Falsehoods mark them for the dead.
Darkest day—the mind is dying,
Fading fast, a silent spark.
Most succumb, their souls decaying,
Driven deep to rot in dark.
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In Hell
Nothing’s here for you to find,
Only loss and wasted time.
Yet you wait—some hope remains...
Till the dark grinds out your veins.
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All Talk, No Deed
Endless chatter, action—none,
All dissent is dead and gone.
How to break the fascist scheme—
Global lies in foul regime?
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Ribbons, Wrappers—Child Believes
Bows and wrappers—child believes,
Parents wear no hidden sleeves.
Dad’s so wise, like sages arc—
Takes her strolling through the park.
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Bhutan is Gone
Bhutan is lost,
Nepal fell too,
Drowned in lies—
No nations true.
Just one world,
A fascist guise,
If you dare
To analyze.
One thing left—
A simple key:
Never lie
To yourself. Be free.
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Poisons, Lies, and Silent Crimes
Pesticides and toxic sprays,
Fake diseases take the stage.
Cures are poison, deaths are sold—
Cowards watch, their silence cold.
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Leave a trace —
Night disgrace.
Die in peace, yet flames remain —
Scorching marks won’t fade or wane.
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Myth and Truth
"Just because everyone thinks so, it does not mean it is so."
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
You believe you're free and bright,
Feel alive — but is it right?
Darkness fills a twisted face,
Lies within like foul disgrace.
People — or just festering sores?
Myth or truth behind closed doors?
"Live in joy"— a poisoned breath,
Like a plague that whispers death.
Chains and rot — the world’s own weight,
This is truth — no twist of fate.
Walk ahead and speak out loud,
Damn the filth, expose the shroud.
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Chains of "Law"
"The more laws and orders are made prominent, the more thieves and robbers there will be."— Laozi, 5th century BCE
Rules and orders, chains of lies,
Binding souls in dark disguise.
Fraud and filth, a slave’s pretense —
Rotting hearts their consequence.
Cops, officials, jesters too,
Politicians—crooks in view.
People, spellbound, stay restrained,
Bound in chains that won’t be maimed.
Wretches forge new chains again,
Spreading ruin, death, and pain.
Darkness swallows all in sight,
World decays in doomed twilight.
Air grows heavy, hope is none,
Judgment nears—there’s no more sun.
Satan, king of mindless fools,
Wields his law, his twisted rules.
Few resist, and fewer stay,
With each century’s decay.
Earth is lost, drowned deep in sin,
Under wretched hands of men.
Fiends now rule and write decrees,
Breeding madness like disease.
Blinding Reason, caging Soul,
Dragging all to their control.
Yet stand firm—let lies be burned,
Lest your spirit be interned.
Fools are lost, they’ve died inside,
Long before their bodies died.
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Path to Illusory Freedom
"I call free the one who hopes for nothing and fears nothing."
— Democritus
Forget your hopes, cast fear aside,
Descend where rotting flames abide.
Break all that binds—no cause to kneel,
Or else you’re mad, a worm of steel.
True freedom’s goal may stay unclaimed,
Yet in the fight, your soul remains.
Submit, and you’ll be lost again—
This hell still thirsts for shackled men.
But storms will tear this world apart,
Its madness pushed beyond the mark.
A foolish realm in chains still proud,
While tyranny proclaims it loud.
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Total Madness
"In the grand scheme, all is Madness; in the small, the whole is but madness itself."
— Michel Foucault
All is Madness—you were born
Bound within its twisted form.
Day by day, it grows, unfolds,
Dragging worlds to depths untold.
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High School Mental Institution
School’s a madhouse, pure oppression,
Crushing minds that stand untrained.
Lies injected in succession—
Diagnosis: blind and drained.
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So-Called "Fashion"
Fashion says: "That freakish style!"—
Fools obey without a doubt.
Nature’s voice is met with trial,
Truth is twisted inside out.
In this world of contradiction,
Rags and silk combine as one—
Like a spoon of honey missing
In a broth of grease and scum.
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Fools Have Strayed
Fools have strayed from Nature’s order,
Lost in troubles, lost in gloom.
Now they kneel, their blind devotion
Offered to the Filth they groom.
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Stunted Minds in Mothball Haze
Minds stay stunted, wrapped in lies,
Drowned in mothball-scented gloom.
No one dares to rise and fight—
Each must save themselves alone...
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The Sickness of Repetition
The world is sick — the same refrain,
And generations bear the pain
Of this foul plague, a curse unspoken,
The end result — a slave, heartbroken.
The lie resounds in every hall,
With wretches working to forestall
The truth, erased by cunning schemes,
A shadow cast on fading dreams.
Truth is Spirit — you’re a part,
A spark within your weary heart.
If survival's all you see,
Then Darkness molds your destiny.
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Presumed as Guilty
Presumed as guilty—such are we,
The spawn of Satan's legacy.
While only few hold God inside,
They face the law, no place to hide...
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Comparison
Current flows, a changing force,
While Evil’s lies stay fixed in place.
They drag the world to dead remorse,
Till "nations" fade without a trace.
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To Bleat and Moo
The beastly order shapes the way—
It trains the herd to bleat and moo.
And even minds will go astray
If they embrace the lies of Ruin.
So sharpen doubt, stay bold and wise,
Let intuition be your guide.
Reject the Lie—you’ll rise and rise,
Believe in it—you’re beast inside.
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Alone and Keen
When you are keen and stand alone,
Your mind and will remain your own.
No brute can break or pull you down,
No fool who rose from bowed-out crowds.
The herd obeys the whip with pride,
But you and it stand far apart.
For slaves will never walk beside
A sharp, original-born heart.
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