The Surplus Value of the Soul
Once created, this will break
Evil’s law—its harsh mandate.
For by default, it guides the blind
To a savage hell-bound mind.
Mind beneath the Soul? No way—
Lies and chains won’t work that way.
Such a trade defies decree,
Bringing loss to tyranny.
This world’s flipped—a twisted sphere,
Stockpiling filth year by year.
Yet its hoard will fade and die
If we let Parnassus fly.
Soul’s the wealth that stands alone.
Leave the world's depraved Cell,
Multiply its light—outgrown,
Building Heaven deep in Hell.
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Rubber people, bent and hollow,
Worship filth that they must follow.
Where the jointed freaks arise—
Is this Nature’s grand revise?
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Striped in black and gray, life passes,
Crosswise lines—a cage we weave.
Dreams shoot forward, bright as flashes,
But to reach them—must believe.
Burn the norms, the stripes, the clutter,
Leave them all in flames to fade.
Trapped, we sink in ashen gutter,
Lost within the Hellish Shade.
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The Obsessive Shopper’s State
A creature’s in the stores, you see,
It shops most every day.
Outwardly, it’s not stupid beast —
For beasts don’t care or think, I’d say.
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The Lyre and the Decay of the World
World champions,
Shows, and foolish films.
And the Lyre is forgotten,
While "heroes" grow in thrills.
They praise the mind and body,
Forgetting spirit's sway.
Only the Lyre boldly
Cuts through the hollow fray.
Now but a few
Still listen to her song.
To the poet, once again,
The heights seem right, not wrong.
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The "Sin" of Verse
A fool's work—life is fleeting,
This world is dull and grim.
Yet I stayed sane and beating—
Thanks to the "sin" of Hymn.
A "sin" to write directly
Of all that brings disgust.
So fight—write on correctly,
Stay true, preserve your trust.
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Self-Serving Lies
Don’t dare criticize—
My armor is lies,
And up on my steed
I gallop with speed.
The honest remain
Forgotten, in vain,
While those who deceive
Will make them believe.
One strike—down they fall,
No fairness at all.
Truth’s bounds are defined,
But lies rule mankind.
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Anger at "mercy"
Wrath turns "kindness,"
"Kindness" — poison.
Not a dream — it's
Snakes rejoicing.
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You may speak in terms ornate,
Yet no one cares to contemplate.
Truth gets twisted, stripped, and bent—
Lies still thrive in simplishment.
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Creative heritage
Drink — it ends before too long,
Leaves behind no lasting song.
So stay strong—though hard, stay clever,
Work and dare to live forever.
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The World's Abomination
Fight this Filth—expect resistance,
Threats and hurdles in persistence.
Tears won’t help, nor cries of pain—
Only cunning wins the game,
Cold precision, shrewd devotion,
If you’d dodge the fool’s erosion.
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A small example of "progress"
Once a forest, tall and wide,
Now its heart is cut inside.
Oaks replaced with spindly thorn—
See how "progress" is adorned.
Looks the same—at least, they say,
Yet who walks will scrape away.
Still they preach with pride and glee:
"Things are better—can't you see?"
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The last fight
Weigh your strength—what still remains,
Face the fight, but use your brains.
Fools charge blindly, fall like flies—
Wisdom wins, or no one survives.
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Synopsis
Greed and weakness, fear in fashion,
Pride that mired in "stylish" passion.
Faith in folly, evil’s reign—
Such is foolish world’s refrain.
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A Poet’s Lonely Song
I have learned—there’s no salvation,
No one sings this Song with me.
Fools bow down in resignation,
Spirit’s death is all I see.
Minds decay in dull submission,
Fear and nonsense rule the land.
Truthful voices face omission,
Honest words meet their last stand.
Few remain with hearts unshaken—
Where’s the chorus? None belong.
All is lost, the path forsaken:
Degradation reigns as law.
Law unyielding, cold, and endless,
Mocking all that once stood bright.
Fools obey, submissive, friendless,
Drowning reason out of sight.
Man-made rules, mere chains to bind us,
Tools to keep the minds enslaved.
Break the laws? None dare remind us—
Only cowards stay well-behaved.
Easier now to crush resistance,
To control or to erase.
Evil builds its grand existence,
Turns the world into its place.
Honest minds are soon defeated,
Camps arise, the chains are tight.
Doubt is gone, the fools—contented,
Lost in darkness, void of light.
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Gangrene of lies and betrayal
Gangrene takes your leg—no healing.
Betrayal kills your soul, unfeeling.
Bow to lies—you’re lost, forsaken,
Walk with traitors—Hell’s your haven.
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Sulphate of Reinforced Lies
Vitriol burns the air, so thick,
Fear strikes reason, swift and slick.
Soul dissolves in filth and grime,
Dancing to the world's decline.
Here, the chemistry is plain—
All turns foul, all profane.
Beauty’s gone without a trace,
Darkness swallows every place.
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How to Keep Your Soul in Hell?
First snow falls,
Thin ice cracks.
One misstep—
No way back.
Yet the depths
Aren't so near...
Like from Hell,
Mad with fear.
Only fight—
That’s the way.
Keep your soul,
Let it stay.
Rushed to death
Fall the weak.
Cast off lies,
Stand and speak.
Sharpen mind,
Face the night.
Through the storm,
Race to light.
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Future Global Cataclysms
Liars follow their new guide—
"Keep the world well-pacified."
Cataclysms? No, no, no!
Spin the same old hollow show.
Sun burns brighter, heat is creeping,
Chemtrails thicken—watch them sweeping.
Think they’ll shield the light, delay it,
Turn it back or just outweigh it...
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The Dirt of Pseudo-Life
and the Overton's Windows
Endless filth uncurled,
Dripping on the world,
Sinking, cold and slow—
Down to depths below…
There’s window again—
Overton is morons Zen.
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