“Evolution” of Mind Manipulation
At first came cards —
Goebbels played that hand.
Then “art” took charge —
Comics took command.
They swapped out reading,
Thought dissolved to frames,
In images receding
Sense was dulled in brains.
The crowd embraced the clip —
A comic brought to life.
“All simple now!” — we slipped,
The mind became a sieve of strife.
In clip-born “culture” only
Raw emotions reign.
They flooded all — the phony,
The dumb, the feeding plain.
No longer humans —
Thinking’s simply dead.
And Viy has raised his eyelids,
Slipped inside the head.
That Viy is all propagandists
Of these last Ages Black.
They shear their coins, the bandits —
Not long now. Soon — get back.
They’ll be expelled from Earth itself —
Armageddon’s role.
And that damned bastard’s purest self —
Supreme Evil, devil-whole.
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Evolution of Control
First cards. Then art.
Then clips — mind torn apart.
Thought sold for frames,
Sense drowned in games.
Clip-culture feeds
On raw emotions.
Not humans now —
Just hollow motions.
Viy woke up, eyes wide —
Propaganda’s face.
Coins still get fried…
Not long. Erase.
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Evolution
Cards.
Art.
Clips.
Thought stripped.
Mind slips.
Viy wakes.
Control takes.
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Pseudo-Science
“Dry theory, friend —
Life’s tree is green.”
The “scientist” drools
At schemes obscene.
He scrubs the green,
Draws charts and lines,
And lulls us all
With dead designs.
A crate of lies
He gladly brings,
Obeying orders
From rotten kings.
To fake a “plague”
Is child’s play here,
To brew the sludge
With hidden fear.
“Your wish, my lord.”
The herd is meat.
He sold his soul —
It was long complete.
This fraud was born
At dawn of lies.
Sit in your hole.
Hear what whores advise.
No proof required —
The stamp’s enough.
They’ll crush the mind.
They don’t care. Tough.
Truth’s not their trade,
Not long ago.
They turn the world
To burning shit-show.
In lies’ wild rage
All sense is gone.
Global fascism
Marches on.
So only lies
You’ll ever get
From pseudo-science —
That’s the set.
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Pseudo-Science
“Dry theory,” they preach.
Life’s green cut away.
Charts kill thought,
Sleep seals the day.
Orders obeyed.
Lies mass-produced.
Plagues invented.
Herds seduced.
No proof needed.
Stamp. Repeat.
Mind erased.
Fraud complete.
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Identification with the Body
Identifying with the flesh
Is prison’s cornerstone.
Break every pattern, smash
The Dark’s accreted stone.
The “subject”, “object” game,
Logic, colour, form —
Foundations lost to shame,
Implanted lies normed.
The base is Spirit, core.
Start there — from source, from root.
Let Mind embrace once more
Spirit’s omnipresent truth.
Mind-cleansing is the task supreme:
Long since a sewer made.
No luck will help — sheer stubborn will
Is law you must obey.
On mass-stupidity’s grim plant
You were a mold since youth.
Acceleration set —
Two-thirds denied the truth.
Erase the layers built of lies —
You’ll see the Light appear.
Though rot has reached its final size,
And madness rules everywhere,
The Spirit’s strength cannot be crushed.
Stand firm. Resist the hiss.
Ignore the bastards — even Hell
Allows a way to bliss.
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Identification
Flesh-bound mind —
A prison’s base.
Break the patterns.
Clear the space.
Strip subject, object, form, and lie.
Truth imposed is still a chain.
Spirit stands —
It cannot die.
Clean the mind.
Persist. Resist.
Even Hell
Allows escape.
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Engineers of Subhuman Souls
Engineers of sub-humans’ minds,
Designers of genocidal schemes,
Have thrived — with method well refined.
Their mainest weapon: memes.
Total lies. Poison disguised
In “medicine”, water, bread.
Hordes of traitors, synchronized,
In this decay you’re bred.
From childhood on — a lifelong cell.
To keep your soul alive in Hell,
You must live tense, at maximum heat:
Create. Expose. Refuse defeat.
Ignore the petty binding threads
That choke like rope around the will.
Though fools surround you, filth widespread,
And every second face is ill,
Fight to the end — few paths remain
For those still gifted in this pit.
Create — or drown inside the brain
Where madness makes its final sit.
All’s madness. Global madhouse — planned.
Artificial to the core.
Now in fascist Sodom-land
They turn the dull to cattle more.
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Engineers
They engineer sub-human minds,
Genocide coded into memes.
Lies as law. Poison in cures.
Water. Bread. Manufactured dreams.
Born a captive. Hell is real.
Create — or rot in scripted noise.
Fight it through. No middle deal.
Art or madness. Make your choice.
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Monkeys
Baboons in packs attack the weak,
Macaques get torn apart.
An orangutan is chief —
Who cuts the deepest, rules the chart.
One law alone the monkeys keep:
The filthy-minded strong survive.
Who thinks too much, too sharp, too deep —
Out of the pack, expelled alive.
Who screams the loudest earns respect.
In jungle law, that’s all it takes.
The gentle soul? A perfect pick —
Strong only as tomorrow’s steaks.
The packs forever shake and roar:
So many screams, so few in charge.
Not enough leaders — bring in more,
Outsiders too are on the barge
Of food and chains. “All monkeys — go!
Or slaughter those who won’t comply.
Who’s not with us is freak and foe.”
That’s how they live. That’s how they die.
The ladder’s simple, carved in bite:
Shit on the low, snap at the high.
And so the pack survives its night —
This way of life will never die.
So praise the monkey, crown the peak
Of evolution’s grand decree.
All that remains — deceive and shriek,
And rule by lies and savage plea.
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Monkeys
Baboons attack in packs,
Orangutan rules by hacks.
Think too sharp — you’re out the door,
Scream the loudest — earn their score.
Chains and food — obey or die,
Not with us? Freak. Good-bye.
Deceive, shriek, the law is law,
Monkeys reign with bite and claw.
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Monkeys
Packs attack,
Orangutan rules.
Think too sharp —
Out you go.
Scream loud, obey,
Or bite and claw.
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Verbal Diarrhea
“I do not grieve, nor call, nor weep,
All fades away like smoke from blooms.
By golden decay encompassed deep,
I shall not be young again.”
— Yesenin, 1922
I do not grieve, nor wish to stay
In this vile, wretched Hell.
Each day I live like punishment’s play,
A world in forced delusion fell.
No hope for “rebirth” here remains —
Rot has claimed all things outright.
Fire would have been the best to drain
This putrid filth from sight.
The foolish world sinks further down —
No sludge can save it from the flame.
From verbal diarrhea rises a stench
Stronger than the Day’s own shame.
The “Age” ignored these lies before,
Yet echoes reach the sheeple still.
If you’ve rejected half-truths’ glittering gore
And cast away all falsehoods’ will,
There’s only waiting for the end.
The rot is burned, the waste destroyed.
Even Mother Nature cannot bend —
The Sun sends all to scrap, unemployed.
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Verbal Diarrhea
I grieve not, nor wish to stay
In this vile, rotting Hell.
Days punish, the world decays —
No sludge can block the flame’s spell.
Verbal filth reeks stronger still
Than punishment’s relentless day.
Reject the lies, embrace the will —
Burn the rot, send waste away.
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Verbal Diarrhea
Grieve not. Stay not in Hell.
Days punish. The world rots.
Filth stinks worse than the Day.
Reject lies. Embrace the will.
Burn the rot.
Send the waste away.
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They Beat Ours!
Identifying with “ours” —
Who, of course, will crush the foes,
Breeds reckless fools, no pause.
Yet “not ours” sometimes impose.
They’ll rewrite canons, histories,
Feed the kids with myths and lies.
“Ours” exist in fantasies
While all else is erased from eyes.
“Not ours,” with minor tweak,
Get the same sold back again.
Then “differences” they loudly speak —
Propaganda wails in chain.
“They beat ours!” — the cry appears,
Driving herds to slaughter’s door.
Resistance to identification here
Is the only way to be your core.
So know, Spirit, vast and free,
Without properties or measure bound.
Cowards cluster endlessly —
Where they gather, war with Mind is found.
Communities of the bright,
The natural way on Earth,
Reject this mediocre fight —
Half-wits’ company holds no worth.
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They Beat Ours!
“Ours” will crush the foes —
Fools are born in rows.
“They beat ours!” — the cry appears,
Driving herds to endless fears.
Resist the herd, stand your core,
Cowards cluster, waging war.
Spirit vast, without a chain,
Bright communities remain.
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They Beat Ours!
“Ours” crush foes.
Fools are born.
“They beat ours!” —
Herds march on.
Resist. Stand tall.
Bright remain.
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Our Masha
Our Masha’s no longer ours —
Debauchery took her reign.
Let the tractor till the fields,
Masha fools in city’s vein.
This city — like Mash’ville town —
Loves Mash, Dash, Glash alike.
They’ll remold her, twist her round,
Legend: “head for head” in strike.
But really — it devours the soul,
Spews out naught but empty shell.
Masha, listen to no one,
Only filth the ears will swell:
Dulling the people,
Destroying the core,
Making fools of all,
For vile creatures’ score.
Revive the community,
Not flee to streets of stone.
Only then will men appear —
Not herds, but flesh and bone.
Women too, not train-station sluts,
This city can rot away.
Fascism reigns, poisons all,
Herds in muzzles obey.
Simplicity is the law today —
It saves the world, come what may.
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Our Masha
Masha’s lost — debauchery won.
Tractor plows, she’s in the city fun.
City twists, legends play,
Devours the soul, spits shell away.
Dull the people, crush the core,
Rise the men, let women soar.
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Our Masha
Masha’s lost.
Tractor plows.
City twists.
Souls devoured.
Rise men.
Women soar.
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Soviet Hymn
“The unbreakable union of free republics” —
Time to laugh at that proud claim.
For minds and spirits, barren periods,
Efforts wasted, despair and shame.
To fetch and read a decent book
Was perilous — censorship and mud.
Total ideology tightened every screw —
No breath to take, no path to good.
Freedom to bleat and moo in chorus —
Real fascism, masked as “ism” bright.
In truth — “Keep quiet! Back to burrows!”
That’s all the vaunted socialist light.
A colossus built on clay,
Mixed with urine, blood of the slain.
Urine — the folly of the masses,
The Union — on paper, ruling — profane.
All designed to crush the best,
Look at Trotsky’s painted face!
Yet they promised paradise on Earth —
“Rise, obey, and eat in place!”
The “real rises,” but a gentle wind
Destroyed them via treacherous betrayal.
Every child, though “Pioneer” they called,
Drifted in a broken trough, in the sewer’s trail.
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Soviet Hymn
“Unbreakable union” — laugh!
Minds starve, spirits cut in half.
Freedom’s bleat — a fascist show,
Quiet now! Back to burrows, go.
Colossus built on clay and blood,
Promises of paradise — gone in mud.
Children drift where Pioneers sank,
Truth drowned in ideology’s tank.
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Soviet Hymn
“Union unbreakable” — laugh!
Minds starve. Spirits cut.
Freedom bleats — fascist show.
Quiet! Back to burrows go.
Children drift in Pioneers’ mud.
Truth drowned in ideology’s flood.
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Games with “Authorities”
“Do you know the Boar from the block?!” —
Grumbles cowardly street flock.
“Do you trust Montaigne, four-eyes fool?!” —
“Intelligentsia”… plays the rule.
They play at “authorities”
Like crooks with sly pachans.
There, here — the scum’s the same,
A rabble, fools, a dirty game.
The pachan simpler… kinder too —
Doesn’t want to poison all he knew.
The fool grows careless, free to kill,
With lies alone, if shNobel seals the deal.
Nations flounder like dried fish,
In lies so thick they crush the wish.
Montaigne made a fake-virus scheme,
And shNobel praised the dream.
Then “repented” — could not stand shame?
Well then he’s NOTHING, all the same.
And only to NOTHING you must refer
For those whose names are Poets’ blur.
All this fake science — a street gang’s play:
A wagon of snot, “Authority” saves the day.
And war runs deep among the fools,
Spreading lies like rotten tools.
So break away from idiot ranks,
Stop believing in their mirage banks.
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Games with “Authorities”
“Know the Boar?” — the cowards squeal.
“Trust Montaigne?” — fools kneel.
Crooks play “authorities” like kings,
Fools and rabble follow strings.
Pachans kinder, fools careless grow,
Lies alone can strike the blow.
Fake science spreads, a street-gang scheme,
Break the ranks, reject their dream.
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Games with “Authorities”
“Know the Boar?” — cowards squeal.
“Trust Montaigne?” — fools kneel.
Crooks play kings, fools follow.
Pachans kinder, lies strike hollow.
Fake science spreads its scheme.
Break ranks, reject their dream.
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Reforging
Reforging’s come — prepare your head of iron.
Lie, not half-truth, seals the coffin tight.
No tricks now — blunt deception’s firing,
Crushing what remained of sight.
The lie is total, loud, obscene,
Primitive, malicious, bare.
Dumbing-down turns fatal fast —
They trust the filth, the servants of despair.
They trust such blatant, naked crap
That madness fits them all.
The madhouse now is global-scale,
Intolerant to minds that still stand tall.
Satan’s majordomo isn’t “lord” —
Just puppet filth, propaganda’s hand,
The architect of monstrous lies.
And now the sentence is command:
Execution by deceit.
Idiots gulp whatever’s poured.
These beasts don’t joke — with sludge and war
They kill, on cue, in full accord.
Calling half-wits to the slaughter
Has become absurdly easy:
Only howling everywhere.
Calm ones? Count them — few and thinning.
All are counted now… So madness reigns.
“Attack! Go on!” — the cry explodes.
We’ll drown it all in raging Evil,
And send the thinking ones — ALL — to the road.
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Reforging
Reforging’s come — brace iron head.
Lies crush truth, the living dead.
Total, loud, obscene deceit,
Filth rules all, the fools repeat.
Half-wits called to slaughter’s gate,
Madness reigns — it’s far too late.
Evil spreads, no mind survives,
All must fall — the thinking dies.
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Reforging
Reforging’s come — brace iron head.
Lies crush truth, the living dead.
Filth rules all, fools repeat.
Half-wits march to slaughter’s beat.
Evil spreads, no mind survives.
All must fall — the thinking dies.
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Narrowing of Consciousness
Narrowing mind — the worst of fates:
Fascism drives the flocks to slates.
When critique is gone, all truth denied,
And herds grow frantic, blindly guided.
Today we howl, tomorrow — none,
You’ll die in the final fight with Evil done…
Save your Soul in battle’s fire,
Crush the lies, heed not the coward’s choir.
The madhouse of the world will burn,
Soon enough — the fools will learn.
Idiot tamed, enslaved by worldwide wrong,
With narrowed mind, the path is only another throng.
So widen thought, break ignorance’s chain —
Ignorance is no excuse for the sane.
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Narrowing of Consciousness
Narrowed mind — the worst of fate,
Fascism drives the flocks to hate.
Critique is gone, all truth denied,
Herds grow frantic, blindly guided.
Save your Soul, crush lies, don’t fear,
Cowards’ cries will disappear.
Madhouse burns, the fools will learn,
Widen thought — let ignorance burn.
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Narrowing of Consciousness
Narrowed mind — worst fate.
Fascism drives the flocks.
Truth denied, herds blind.
Save your Soul, crush lies.
Cowards’ cries — ignore.
Widen thought — burn ignorance.
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Fainting of Relations
You are the light within my eyes,
Queen of sweet dreams, night’s lone star,
Yet cancer in my mind belies
The crowd of torment that you are.
With you — the throng that bruised your soul,
Like orgy’s echo, weak and vain.
The mind enslaved, the pure made foul,
From childhood bound to fear and chain.
They sought to “train” — to kill your spark,
Destroy your talent, crush your mind.
Burn bridges to the heavy dark,
Where ponderings of weight unwind.
Step boldly, monster, ballast gone,
Two-thirds of people madly stray.
While talent lives, stay clear, move on,
Even giants of mind may sway.
If partner dwells in M’rok’s haze,
He drags you down, steals fleeting days.
Depart, don’t fight, resist the maze,
And keep your soul through shadowed ways.
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Fainting of Relations
You are the light, yet cancer too.
The crowd that crushed you — see it through.
Mind enslaved, the pure defiled,
Step boldly on, leave fools beguiled.
Two-thirds are mad, they drag you down,
While talent lives, don’t join the clown.
If partner’s M’rok, he steals your days,
Depart, resist, escape the maze.
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Fainting of Relations
Light in eyes — yet cancer too.
Crowds crush souls, what can you do?
Mind enslaved, the pure defiled.
Step boldly, leave the fools beguiled.
Talent lives — avoid the clown.
If partner’s M’rok — escape the town.
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Bottom Punched
Corrupt freaks,
Coward beasts,
Madness reigns,
Purity flees.
Fascism, world-madhouse,
Lies, lies, lies!
Fools obedient —
Good for nothing, all their lives.
The wise are few,
Traitors swarm,
Hell’s not dreamed —
It’s here, its storm.
Reserves of reason fail,
Hatred grows,
People turn to monsters,
Idiots, all.
Soon it will be “normal” —
Majority blind,
World under over-Morok,
Evil’s triumph signed.
But stop! It cannot fall
Forever down below —
Bottom punched,
Sadism, idiocy overflow.
Nature won’t allow —
She’ll burn the whole camp.
Those who fight in chains,
Hear some good news stamp.
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Bottom Punched
Corrupt freaks, coward beasts,
Madness rules, purity flees.
Lies, lies, lies — world-madhouse reigns,
Fools obey, wisdom wanes.
People turn to monsters, blind,
Evil triumphs, chains unkind.
But stop — the bottom’s punched through,
Nature burns the camp anew.
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Bottom Punched
Corrupt freaks, coward beasts.
Madness reigns, purity flees.
Lies rule all, fools obey.
Monsters grow, chains hold sway.
Bottom punched — the end is near.
Nature burns, the path is clear.
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The Path
The Path of Insight is not mild —
Lies breed, cruel, in every wild.
They choke like threads around the throat,
Evil strikes fast, blunt, and remote.
Sharpen critique. Honor intuition.
Cast aside all stale tradition.
All’s long controlled, this isn’t chains —
It’s Hell itself, not human pains.
Scattered Knowledge gleams around,
But first, clear out your mind’s bound.
Toss the lies forced in by shame,
Belief in filth brings only pain.
True learning comes through agony,
Freedom born from slavery.
Though bleak, though bitter, though you fear,
Step forth, fight on, and persevere!
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The Path
The Path of Insight is fierce, not mild.
Lies choke tight, their snares compiled.
Sharpen critique, honor intuition.
Cast aside stale, false tradition.
Knowledge glimmers, but first — clear mind,
Toss the lies that chain mankind.
True learning burns through pain and strife,
Step forth, fight on, embrace your life.
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The Path
Insight’s road is fierce, not mild.
Lies choke tight, their snares compiled.
Sharpen mind, honor intuition.
Cast aside false tradition.
Knowledge glimmers — clear your mind.
Step, fight on — leave chains behind.
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The Path
Insight’s road — sharp and wild.
Lies choke fast, deceiving child.
Sharpen mind, trust intuition.
Break all chains, false tradition.
Knowledge burns — clear your sight.
Fight, step forth — embrace the fight.
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The Path
Insight sharp —
Lies choke hard.
Mind awake —
Chains break fast.
Knowledge burns —
Fight, last blast.
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The Path
Insight strikes!
Lies choke tight.
Mind awake!
Fight — ignite!
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The Path
Strike with Insight!
Shatter the Lies!
Mind stands ready!
Fight or die!
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The Path
Insight cuts —
Lies erupt.
Mind stands tall —
Fight or fall!
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The Path
Strike Insight!
Shatter Lies!
Fight On!
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Senility
The farce of all these fake states
Has rotted into senile fates.
In this dumb world, one tyrant reigns —
A vile, foul creature, filth remains.
The Sheep-virus sealed the final score,
A World Concentration Camp built for gore.
Fierce fascism claimed the crown here fast,
Because the idiot masses everlast.
The herd obeys, the mind decays,
The Spirit withers, resistance sways.
Fools believe in all they see,
The wise are scarce, truth rare as glee.
But Nature raged, enraged and wild —
The filth shall fall, the world beguiled.
The Beastly Madness will be swept away,
Earth gets respite, death to those who stray.
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Senility
Fake states rot, the world’s a farce.
One vile tyrant rules, harsh and crass.
Sheep-virus struck, the camp was built.
Fascism thrived, fed by guilt.
Herds obey, minds decay.
Spirit withers, fools hold sway.
Nature rages — filth shall fall.
Earth’s reprieve, death for all.
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Senility
Fake states rot, the world’s a farce.
Vile tyrants rule, cruel and harsh.
Sheep-virus struck, the herd obeys.
Minds decay, the Spirit sways.
Nature rages — filth shall fall.
Earth’s reprieve, death for all.
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Senility
Fake states rot —
Tyrants strike.
Sheep-virus reigns —
Minds break.
Nature burns —
Filth dies.
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Senility
Rotting states!
Tyrants strike!
Minds enslaved!
Filth dies!
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Senility
Rot states!
Tyrants fall!
Fight on!
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Why a Poet Must Be Alone
I love my okroshka,
Savor it slowly, bite by bite…
Stop! Enough of chasing nonsense,
Stop chasing piffle in endless fright.
Be cautious in the topics you dare,
You pay tribute to Evil in the rush.
If you don’t write of what is crucial,
Alone, small things fade to hush.
The world drowns in lies, genocide
Has killed the masses, far and wide.
Forget petty hurts and idle spite —
Smash the filth, unless you hide.
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Why a Poet Must Be Alone
Stop chasing piffle, stop the rush!
Speak the truth — or pay Evil’s crush.
Alone you stand, the world deceives,
Expose the lies, the herd believes.
The masses drowned in falsehood’s tide,
Genocide sweeps, none can hide.
Forget small grudges, strike the rot,
Smash the filth — betray it not!
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Why a Poet Must Be Alone
Stop the piffle! Truth or crush.
Alone you stand, lies rush.
Expose the herd, deceit’s tide.
Genocide sweeps, none hide.
Forget small grudges, strike the rot.
Smash the filth — betray it not!
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Why a Poet Must Be Alone
Stop the piffle!
Stand alone!
Strike the lies!
Smash the filth!
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The Heart
The soulless see the Heart as weak,
On that vile ground they build their reign.
These heartless fiends have pushed too deep,
But soon their filth will fall like rain.
Traitors march to Hell in throngs,
And Earth will bear no new disgrace.
The Sun will purge the undead wrongs,
A different kind shall take their place.
Gone the time when scum held sway,
The end has come for those dark days.
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The Heart
Soulless scum call the Heart weak,
On that lie, their terror they seek.
Fiends have struck, but soon they fall,
The filth they built — destroyed by all.
Traitors march straight to Hell’s gate,
Earth bears no more the scum’s fate.
The Sun will burn the undead blight,
A stronger kind shall rise in light.
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The Heart
Soulless call the Heart weak.
Fiends strike — soon they’ll fall.
Traitors march to Hell’s gate.
Earth bears no scum’s fate.
Sun burns the undead blight.
A stronger kind rises in light.
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The Heart
Heart stands!
Fiends fall!
Traitors burn!
Light rises!
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The Heart
Stand Heart!
Fall Fiends!
Rise Light!
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Rockfall
“Ice grips the Earth, the ice won’t end,
No spring, no summer, yearlong bend.
People fall, they hit the ground.” —
So sang the frost, so rang the sound.
Now rockfall crashes in my soul,
Darkness shatters, pieces roll.
And this fills me with secret glee —
Fools regret the dark they see.
They call that Darkness home, their claim,
At any cost, they seek the same.
Their Spirit, Mind, destroyed with ease,
And out emerge mere idiots, seized.
Don’t think this world is yours to own —
It’s Hell’s small realm, a sodden stone.
God left this Sodom long ago,
And Satan drives the herd’s dark flow.
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Rockfall
Rockfall strikes inside my soul,
Darkness shatters, pieces roll.
Fools regret what they call home,
Spirit, Mind, destroyed, they roam.
God left this Sodom long ago,
Satan drives the herd’s dark flow.
Don’t believe this Hell is yours,
Rise, resist, break all the doors!
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Rockfall
Rockfall!
Darkness shatters!
Fools fall!
Spirit crushed!
God gone!
Satan rules!
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Rockfall
Rockfall strikes!
Darkness breaks!
Fools fall!
Rise, resist!
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A Little Poem and a Path
Only the lines remain,
A path, some water, too —
Your lone-world domain.
The years drift through.
Fatigue comes pressing hard,
Even a little rest can sting.
Just relax — though small, regard:
It hurts, but let it cling.
To hell with it all!
You’ve walked through Hell’s gate.
Always stubborn, small joys call,
Even the tiny things are great.
Run a bit, swim a while,
Write a poem, just for fun.
No point in chasing style —
It’s all for the soul alone, not for anyone.
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A Little Poem and a Path
Lines remain, the path, the stream.
Alone you walk, alone you dream.
Fatigue presses, yet still stand.
Through Hell you’ve walked, and still command.
Run, swim, write — no need for fame.
Small joys endure, they fan your flame.
No glory here, just soul and might.
Keep moving forward — hold the light.
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A Little Poem and a Path
Lines remain!
Path, stream!
Walk alone!
Stand strong!
Write, run!
Hold light!
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A Little Poem and a Path
Walk alone!
Stand strong!
Run, write!
Hold light!
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Reconstructing Experience
Oppositions of concepts —
An artifice, a mind’s device.
Then all within the mind misfits —
A heap of illusions, piles of vice.
Projections of false notions
Into worlds of other schemes
Lead only to collapse. The path of introspection
Alone can free you from these dreams.
Go only inward, where divisions
Have not yet arisen. There — the Light.
Else mind’s decay will spread like poison,
Source of all your pain and blight.
Only through the Spirit’s command
Does the mind find its saving way.
Discard all lies and every rumor:
Total they are, crafting Fear’s display.
When you apply intuition there,
Falsehood vanishes in a flash.
All this beyond any tradition —
Zen has long since pierced the ash.
Much falsehood clings, yet seek the grains,
Grains of Truth are scarce in this domain.
If you sink in lies, don’t complain —
The world’s mud sticks to every vein.
You yourself — a reconstruction of experience,
Both lock and key combined.
Primitive duality is cursed —
This world is rotten, dense, confined.
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Reconstructing Experience
Mind’s opposites — a trap, a snare.
Illusions pile, false worlds declare.
Go inward, where no divisions lie,
There only Light will meet your eye.
Spirit rules — the mind obeys,
Lies vanish when intuition sways.
Duality cursed, the world decayed,
Be the lock and key — your path is made.
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Reconstructing Experience
Mind trapped!
Illusions fall!
Go inward!
Find Light!
Obey Spirit!
Break duality!
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Timelessness
The timeless now —
A madhouse all around.
Flee from stinking Hell,
Where all are turned to hound.
True timelessness —
Pure Spirit, the Absolute.
A soul, in this Hell mourning,
Will find there a refuge, resolute.
Wholeness there, yet no decay,
For in a single drop — the Ocean lies.
Elsewhere, in differentiation,
The world “in senses” fools the eyes.
Illusory perceptions:
The world — TOTAL DECEPTION.
Slavery reigns, the goal —
The soul’s decomposition.
Rabbits of false nations
Have pierced the bottom deep.
The fall is terrible, one path back:
To know your Nature, your Spirit keep.
All this is Alchemy —
Beyond logic. Only ignite.
Burning only, we become other,
First awaken from the dark night.
Darkness, delusion — dwelling in the dark.
With your soul, discern the gloom.
Thus ends the torment —
Only Light. Pure Light. Resume!
Seek, and only seeking will you find.
Share with others. The answer —
To Darkness alone. In the timeless present,
Reason and Light.
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Timeless
Flee Hell!
Find Spirit!
Burn dark!
Seek Light!
Awaken now!
Break duality!
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The Corrupt Clergy of Pseudo-Science
“Without restricting the field of activity, nothing remarkable can be achieved in any domain.”
Karl Marx
Restriction may bring you fame,
A narrow win, a measured climb —
But fragments you, dissolves the frame:
You walk through shards, blindfolded, time
By time. Such is “science’s” fate:
In fragments Spirit cannot live.
Where Spirit’s gone, glitches breed late —
The core is trampled, flames give in.
That fire which once could guard the mind
From lies, from selling truth for gold,
Now twists the world by paid design —
For cash and “glory”, bought and sold.
In Nature — wholeness, depth, dimension,
The Spirit sleeps in stone and clay.
In theories — frauds and loud pretension:
A slick-tongued clown serves Evil’s play.
The root of Evil is deception,
Manipulation — sacred law.
To pseudo-science, false perception
Is god. Through “matter” rot they draw
The world — not create. Smell the horned
Old god behind that barren creed.
In shabby realms, by trade adorned,
Restriction reigns. That’s all they need.
Fragmented minds — the global psychosis,
The madness normed, the slaughter line.
The flock goes meekly, without notice,
Dragged by propaganda’s whine.
Propaganda’s core component?
Pseudo-science nods: “Approved.”
This toxic heresy is potent —
Fed by TV, by expert brood.
Through streams of sludge, the people miss
That slavery is here and named
By pseudo-science some new “-ism”.
The media howls, fear is framed.
Injected lies erase the mind —
Remember CowID’s parade.
Pseudo-science plays along just fine,
Through grants for vermin, well-paid, trained.
Who pays decides the world’s depiction.
Satanism wears a lab coat clean.
Banks are temples. As tradition,
Fascism — renamed — slips in.
Pseudo-science proves it “new”,
While Spirit’s crushed beneath the scheme.
A whore by fence is pure and true
Beside this clerical machine.
The world remade beyond all measure
By pseudo-science — goatish power.
A global camp, precise and digital,
“Scientific” to the core.
The Spirit bugs the system — flawed.
A policing bot will patch the code.
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The Corrupt Clergy of Pseudo-Science
They cut the world to sell their lies,
In shards the Spirit bleeds and dies.
Where wholeness breaks, the glitches reign —
Truth sold for grants, for fame, for gain.
They call decay “material law”,
Rename the camp, deny the soul.
Banks are the temple, the lab — the claw,
That scripts the herd, controls the whole.
Pseudo-science blesses chains,
Renames the whip a “new -ism”.
The Spirit bugs their perfect frame —
A bot is sent to fix the system.
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The Corrupt Clergy of Pseudo-Science
Fragment the mind — and kill the Flame.
Where Spirit breaks, all glitches reign.
For cash and grants they twist the frame,
Rename the cage, rebrand the chain.
They call it “science”, sell it clean —
Banks as temples, labs as shrines.
Crush Spirit first — then fascism
Returns, disguised by newer signs.
The world turns camp, precise, digital.
A system “pure”, controlled, polite.
Spirit’s a bug — correctable.
A bot will fix it. End of light.
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Entropy of Hell
A lonely old man,
Used to doubt from the start.
Those who burn, who won’t lie,
Are exiled apart.
If doubt takes its stand,
This Vale casts you out.
A world drugged with chains:
Lies, statutes, dead clout.
Schools, universities — molds,
Drive discernment away.
Fear turns Spirit to ash,
Day by day.
Entropy waits for no one:
Submission deforms.
Drop the Spark of the Creator —
The end is near, norms
Collapse.
Death while breathing begins.
Herds surround you — not men,
But cattle. The lonely won’t lie;
By truth they defend
Their soul.
The beasts are fed lies, sent to waste —
CowID showed the routine.
War dragged the world to the bottom.
No future’s seen.
The loner is not insane —
Just alien Forgetting’s control,
Unbent by Deception.
Entropy eats the whole.
The madhouse rots everywhere —
Global, enforced,
By infernal vermin,
By lies of colossal force.
The lonely old man knows entropy —
The one that kills flesh, not soul.
Evil he won’t endure:
In Hell, that refusal is whole.
Death waits only for bodies.
The soul will escape,
Rushing out of Hell’s circles
To Spirit’s domain.
Those who leave will find Spheres —
The rest, by the Pattern,
Are thrown back again
Into Hell. That’s the canon.
Be godlike: think, create,
From childhood on.
See the Light inside —
Or be gone.
The lonely old man,
Turned inward in sight,
Waits for deliverance.
With Cataclysm comes light:
Earth will be cleansed
Of clinging decay —
Hell’s beasts and slaves.
The sentence on Darkness is final, this way.
The inner Light will not fade.
All else — to waste.
Solitude guards the Light,
Grinding Delusion to paste.
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Inside the Cocoon of a Hellish Little World
“Bright” little “thoughts” rattle loud in the skull —
So I stroll through Hell light, obedient, dull.
Hell loves such help: on the fool it relies —
All stays clenched tight in obedient minds.
“Heavy” ones doubt — that weight pulls you down.
Nothing to lose: let the coward renounce
Herbivore patterns, expel the fake noise —
Break the template, exile the toys.
All “positivity” grows out of lies.
Tricks for the fragile are known to the wise
Who built Hell on Earth with a managerial grin.
Glimmers of Light look different in the dim.
The Light is inside — yet the world is a cocoon.
“Survival” and profit eclipse it too soon.
False gods outside reek, rot, and command:
They need a bent beast — obedient, canned.
“Bright” little “thoughts” are never your own —
They’re templates of beasts. If Evil has grown,
Then the switch “outside–inside” is complete.
See the full truth. Don’t retreat.
One tiny move — from outside to within —
And the fraud of all Evil snaps into skin.
After that, thoughts feel heavy and crude:
You are not them — grasp this, if you’re not subdued.
Pure Essence in a spacesuit of mind,
Surrounded by Stupidity, shit intertwined.
See this — and reach the Source at last,
Beyond the cocoon. Or be lost in the Lie fast.
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The Path Out of Cocoons
You often know a thousand things,
Yet miss the core the worldlet brings.
In science split to shards and dust,
Belief turns boredom into trustless rust.
Awareness is redirected slyly
From outside–inside to quests so finely
For “entities” beyond your skin.
The Light’s inside. The world’s at the bottom. In.
The cocoon grew into a fractal vast.
Awareness drowned in the Giant Lie — the cast
Of the outer cocoon, survival’s throne
(Where “saving your ass” is king alone).
A smaller cocoon coils around you tight:
“Loving your neighbor” — dragging him from sight
Into your burrow, under your rule,
While Fire is forgotten. Ash plays fool.
The Fire is inside. The greater cocoon
Evil’s cold keeps choking the flame
With fear, with profit, with nonsense, with shame.
Nonsense is the cocoon’s foundation —
That very one, the grand illusion.
When lies grow stale, new bullshit arrives
To forge fresh chains in obedient minds.
Matter won’t jump the fence — surprise!
Brilliant solution: enslave the eyes,
Shackle awareness, declare it “progress”!
The whole world steeps in fascist mess,
Only the labels change their skin,
The torment deepens, souls wear thin.
For centuries the same routine:
Processing fools — a well-oiled machine.
Outside–inside — the single way
To cut through piles of rotting decay
That clog each cocoon. All cracks appear.
Everything strains — catastrophe’s near.
Super-collapse: the outer shell
Is pressed by Cataclysm’s swell.
Ignite the Fire that burns within —
And see the truth, sharp, clear, untrimmed.
You are the Fire, beyond all bounds,
Beyond all cocoons. “Reality” sounds
Like a trace of perception’s control,
A curse stamped onto awareness and soul.
That curse breaks only by over-force.
You’ll forget what “powerless” means, of course.
Tear the cocoons. Break free. Ascend
Into the greater Fire — and be born again.
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On the Block
(Verse 1)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, the pen’s a block of stone.
It all begins back in your youth:
To scum you’re just a tool to spend.
They graft the sheep-mind in as “truth”,
And cash your soul out in the end.
(Pre-Chorus)
Slowly, carefully — they kill.
Words conceal the grinding drill:
“All for good”, “for your own sake” —
Care wraps tight around the fake.
Doctors serve as butchers now,
CowID showed what they’re about:
Not your health — just cash and clout.
(Chorus)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, the pen’s a block of stone.
(Verse 2)
Work for food — a useless grind,
No fence required anymore.
The whole damn world’s a pen combined,
And survival is the idol we adore.
Survival through engineered pain,
Artificial wars and dread.
“Victory” here equals loss again
If it feeds the rot instead.
(Pre-Chorus)
Rot of soul — wake up, take sight.
See the Evil plain and right.
Scan the world with honest eyes,
If you’re not for sale, not bought by lies.
They’ll build survival into Hell,
Triple lies, digitize the cell.
A digital pen stands fully formed —
Soon there won’t be just “the herd”.
(Chorus)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, the pen’s a block of stone.
(Verse 3)
Soulless cattle — that’s the aim.
All of Earth’s a testing ground.
The experiment is done, proclaimed:
Spirit’s value — downward bound.
If the whole world is the block,
Pseudo-science is the new priest class.
Pure Spirit’s sentenced — once again
The Great Pen’s set ablaze to ash.
(Bridge)
Cataclysm runs in cycles,
Just like Evil, just like lies.
You are trapped if you don’t save your soul
And keep dreaming “happy lives”.
Seek the Fire that burns inside —
Then destruction’s not your fate.
Fire meets Fire — you’ll break the gate,
Leave Hell behind, emancipate.
Your earthly path was not a lesson —
It was slavery for profit’s sake,
Built of lies and global fear
In this infernal world-on-the-block.
(Final Chorus)
In the middle of fascist filth
A sheepish mind has seized the throne.
It rules by lies, by fear, by myth —
If you’re no sheep, you’ll leave the block.
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ON THE BLOCK (March Version)
(Verse)
In fascist filth the throne is raised —
A sheep-mind rules, dull, cold, unphased.
Lies and fear are tools of trade.
Not a sheep? The pen’s a blade.
From your childhood — mark and brand:
You’re a resource, not a man.
Sheep-mind planted, soul erased —
Fed to profit, fed to waste.
(Pre-Chorus)
Slow kill, wrapped in caring words.
“Common good” — the call of herds.
Doctors butcher, masks disguise —
CowID ripped off the lies.
(Chorus — chant)
Sheep-mind!
Rules the land!
Not a sheep —
You’re on the block!
Sheep-mind!
Fear and fraud!
Break the pen —
Or lose your soul!
(Verse)
Work to eat — no fences now.
All the world’s a pen somehow.
Survival crowned the only god,
Artificial pain — nonstop.
“Victory” is loss in dress
When decay is the success.
Rot the soul, obey the fear —
That’s the program running here.
(Pre-Chorus)
Digital pen — locked and sealed.
Triple lies, the truth repealed.
Earth’s the lab, the test is done:
Spirit down. Experiment won.
(Chorus — chant)
Sheep-mind!
Rules the land!
Not a sheep —
You’re on the block!
Sheep-mind!
Fear and fraud!
Break the pen —
Or lose your soul!
(Bridge — spoken / shouted)
If the world’s the block —
Pseudo-science is the priest.
If you chase “happiness”,
You die on your knees.
Cataclysm runs in cycles.
Evil too.
Save your soul —
Or it saves you.
(Break / build-up)
Fire inside!
Fire inside!
Fire inside — don’t kneel, don’t hide!
(Final Chorus — full crowd)
Sheep-mind!
Rules the land!
Not a sheep —
You leave the block!
Sheep-mind!
Fear and fraud!
Fire inside —
You break the lock!
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The “Positive” Song of the Bottom
So much “positive” we’re told to need —
But where to find it, say, indeed,
In a world so vulgar, broke, and bare?
Scrape the bins — maybe there.
They call it Science, call it Faith.
In sum — dull lies, a yawning waste.
Their target’s clear: blunt, thoughtless stumps,
Obedient blocks, convenient lumps.
Oppression runs through “upbringing”,
Through propaganda: “I see the goal!”
“Education” hums the same damn singing,
Stinging with nonsense like a wasp to the skull.
Positivity thrives in chains —
To hide a simple, shameful fact:
You sold yourself for petty gains,
And silence seals the social pact.
But can most people not be sold
When the whole damn world’s a cage?
A fake idol plays the role,
Positivity masks the rage.
That idol falls — another’s crowned.
The hellish cycle has no end.
Lies wear thin — they’re swapped around.
The mind grows tired of the trend.
So positivity remains —
A cover for the soulless core.
The abscess of Evil feigns
Invisibility — the Bottom’s Song.
Soullessness, plus sheer stupidity,
Is always what the Beasts require.
For the few, the Bottom’s asphyxiation;
For the herd — “cheerfulness” pours like fire.
This “positive” will finish off
The slavish, rancid little world.
The mob keeps screwing up — enough
As CowID clearly hurled,
A sentence served by all mankind,
A century-marked disgrace.
They’ll kill with fresh-made nonsense next:
Bee-tripper brewed for fools’ embrace.
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Masks & Helmets — Circus Parade
(Verse 1)
Remember CowID, remember the wars —
Take them apart: here lies hit like guns.
Shots of deception — the body count roars,
Humanity’s lost, the damage is done.
A digital camp is built for the blind,
For crippled minds trained to obey.
Its goal is Spirit — erase, unwind.
Even now it reeks of shame.
(Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.
(Verse 2)
The beasts run the world from behind the screen.
The fool waves a flag of a fake-made land,
Proud and loud — never seeing
He’s slowly sent to the slaughtered end.
That’s why they “change”, that’s why they “reform”:
Living death is the target state.
Lies plus fear — a stronger storm
Than any drug or drunken fate.
(Pre-Chorus)
The buzz has hit — total slavery.
“Democrapsy” — tyrant’s dream,
Worse than old-school tyranny,
’Cause there’s more stupidity.
(Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.
(Verse 3)
Fear or stupidity — choose your base.
That’s the spine of the slave-made state.
Chains on hands you still can break,
Chains in minds — much harder fate.
CowID showed the mental decay:
People dropped with ease and speed.
Fake disease, a nearby “enemy”,
A paid-for heresy — guaranteed.
Pay the beasts — they’ll start to kill.
Money’s all that matters still.
Bottom pierced. The stench of news
Rules a world abused by Evil’s use.
(Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.
(Bridge)
No bright prospects — brutal years ahead.
Cataclysm sweeps excessive fascist spread.
The sun burns stronger, lies turn meaner,
Beasts grow bolder, dirtier, leaner.
The herd never learned to resist the whip,
Always listens, always kneels.
Beasts replace beasts through proxy lips —
You won’t see it in the lying reels.
No critical thought? You’re “insane”.
Time is short — look to the root.
See it now, or your soul remains
Lost in lies, beyond dispute.
Seek the Light inside — move fast.
Burn the nonsense piled by Night.
Fail to do it — and your path
On Earth collapses, void of Light.
(Final Chorus)
Masks-show, helmets, dancing in line —
The world spins mad in a circus grind.
Not chaos — orders, subtle, disguised.
Not straight commands — just masks on all sides.
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Clarity and Caution
Caution and smallness — two sides of a coin.
Lies and nonsense are gladly employed,
Along with the templates Satan deploys,
Because they’re mainstream — the standard, the norm.
They pass not raw, but dressed to impress
As “core values”, moral disguise.
The war goes on through centuries’ mess,
And smallness of spirit remains the prize.
From childhood it starts. The cautious man —
A “good father”. The mother? A means
To replicate patterns, to carry the plan,
To reproduce damage — compliant machines.
A few rare exceptions awake in the dark
From lies that reek across generations,
Breeding rot, thick clusters of mark
And decay in endless variations.
Today it’s called Media — that global device,
A machine that mass-produces the bent,
Stamping servants who paid the price
By bowing to fascism, well-trained, compliant.
Global fascism lives for ages —
Only names and costumes change.
Caution drives fools through all its stages,
Dragging them straight to the bottomless range.
CowID exposed the depth of the pit.
War blurred vision even more:
The stench of propaganda jumps, won’t sit,
Like a flea — relentless, hardcore.
A new scarecrow steals all attention.
The herd forgets the slaughter ahead.
Clarity drowns in thick distortion —
Muck and noise instead.
Boldness, audacity, singular will —
That’s the path from Darkness to Light.
Hell is everywhere. Lies cycle still:
Old nonsense smashed by a newer lie,
Only to re-install nonsense again
Deeper into the conscious frame.
This cycle is Hell’s sustaining chain,
Its very foundation — to block the Flame.
No proofs are needed. Just look at your days:
Joy fading quietly, year by year,
Through obedience, fear, and decay,
Through bowing to rot held dear.
Return to the Source. Everyone had
A moment of Clarity once.
From there move forward, fearless, intact,
Through Evil’s experiment, at a run.
You’ll reach the Light. Aspiration is key —
The very core of Clarity’s might.
Movement will make much visible, see,
No matter how cunning the tricks of Night.
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The End of the Path
He did not die in a warm, soft bed —
The artist ended as a homeless man.
Those who oppose the vulgar spread
Are cast out by the madhouse’s plan.
The Prison of Hype is mired deep —
No challenges it seeks anymore.
The maestro dreams a madman’s sweep:
All-powerful in Satan’s small d;cor.
The artist paints on shades of gray —
The main backdrop of the broken world.
What’s white becomes a void, a way
To echo in the fool’s mind, unfurled.
Black is the base of the whole design —
And Horror comes out in the end.
Criticism? The idiots decline —
They need a garish, muddled blend.
The Mad Prison — scholars will call
A “world” built from stories and lore.
The clergy backs the tall tales tall,
Opponents fade to myth, no more.
He did not die in a common bed,
Becoming alien to Evil’s reign.
Sing through trills and pastels instead —
And you’ll sell yourself to profit’s gain.
Poets, singers — trills are spread:
“Art” turns in another guise.
Cheerfulness is laid overhead —
And fools rush blind to “happiness” lies.
The gray asphalt is the world’s plain,
White marks the milestones of the path.
They herd the mind with skillful strain —
The mob rushes, blind to aftermath.
Only those who paint the world in thought
Can go another direction true.
No pastels there, the path is fraught —
No shelter’s near, no guiding hue.
The road is hard, no refuge in sight —
The maestro ends a homeless man.
The Sculptor of Consciousness shuns the light,
To walk the trodden way’s last span.
The Path will not end in a bed of ease —
Through Light the mind will swiftly fly.
Meanwhile, minions of Darkness seize
And spread over rot their lies.
The rot itself won’t end in rest —
Cataclysm sweeps the petty world.
For now they mumble, hide the test —
Genocide and fascism proudly unfurled.
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The End of the Path
He did not die in a warm bed —
The artist ended a homeless man.
Against the vulgar? The madhouse said:
“Out! You’ll pay for that stand!”
The world a gray and broken street —
Black paint, the Horror’s base.
White is void, where fools will meet
The echo of a mindless race.
The clergy backs the lies tall,
The sheep obey, the fools go blind.
Critics? None are heeded at all —
They need the garish, muddled kind.
Poets, singers, trills repeat:
“Art” a mask, a twisted game.
Cheerfulness is spread, deceit —
The fools rush blindly into flame.
Only few can paint the world in thought,
And walk another path, precise.
No pastel ease — the way is fraught,
No refuge in the darkened slice.
The Path won’t end in comfort, rest —
Through Light the mind will soar, escape.
Meanwhile, Darkness spreads its jest,
And rot covers every shape.
The world will fall, the rot will sweep —
Cataclysm clears the stage.
Genocide and fascist creep
Mark the madness of the age.
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The End of the Path
(Chorus)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!
(Verse 1)
Gray streets, black paint — Horror’s base.
White is void — fools find their place.
Clergy backs lies, the sheep obey.
Critics silenced — garish display.
(Chorus)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!
(Verse 2)
Poets, singers, trills repeat.
“Art” a mask, deception’s beat.
Cheerfulness spread — fools rush blind.
The path is harsh, the refuge — none to find.
(Bridge)
Only few can see the world in thought,
And walk a path the falsehoods fought.
No pastel ease, no gentle road,
Through Darkness deep, their minds corrode.
(Chorus)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!
(Verse 3)
Path ends not in comfort or rest.
Through Light the mind will flee the test.
Darkness spreads, rot covers all.
Cataclysm sweeps the world to fall.
(Chorus / Finale)
No warm bed! No soft end!
The artist dies a homeless man!
Against the vulgar — you’ll descend!
The madhouse rules the land!
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The End of the Path — Hardcore Concert Version
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies —
A homeless man!
Gray streets, black paint!
White voids, fools wait!
Clergy lies,
Sheep obey!
Mask of “art”,
Trills repeat!
Fools rush blind,
No retreat!
Few can see,
World in thought.
Darkness deep,
Path is fraught!
No pastel ease,
No soft way.
Through the rot,
Minds decay!
Path won’t end
In comfort, rest.
Through the Light,
Escape the test!
Darkness spreads,
Rot covers all.
Cataclysm comes,
World will fall!
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies —
A homeless man!
Madhouse rules,
Fools descend!
Fight the lies,
Or break, my friend!
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The End of the Path — Ultimate Battle March
(Chorus / Battle Cry)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
(Verse 1)
Gray streets!
Black paint!
White voids!
Fools wait!
Clergy lies!
Sheep obey!
Masks of art!
Trills play!
(Chorus)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
(Verse 2)
Fools rush!
No retreat!
Darkness deep!
Path is steep!
Few see!
World in thought!
Through the rot!
Minds are caught!
(Chorus)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
(Bridge / Blast)
Path won’t end!
Comfort gone!
Through the Light!
We move on!
Rot spreads!
World will fall!
Cataclysm!
Crush them all!
(Final Chorus / Shout)
No warm bed!
No soft end!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
Fight the lies!
Break the chains!
Light will rise!
End the reigns!
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The End of the Path — Sonic Battle March
(Intro / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
(Chorus)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
(Verse 1)
Gray streets!
Black paint!
White voids!
Fools wait!
Lies rule!
Sheep obey!
Masks fake!
Trills play!
(Chorus)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
(Verse 2)
Fools rush!
No retreat!
Darkness deep!
Path is steep!
Few see!
World in thought!
Through the rot!
Minds are caught!
(Bridge / Blast)
Path won’t end!
Comfort gone!
Through the Light!
We move on!
Rot spreads!
World will fall!
Cataclysm!
Crush them all!
(Breakdown / Crowd Call)
No bed!
No rest!
Rise up!
Test the best!
(Final Chorus / Battle Cry)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
Fight the lies!
Break the chains!
Light will rise!
End the reigns!
(Outro / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Stand your ground!
Pass the test!
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The End of the Path
(Intro / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
(Chorus / Battle Cry)
No bed!
No rest!
Rise up!
Fight back!
(Verse 1)
Gray streets!
Black paint!
White void!
Fools wait!
Lies rule!
Sheep obey!
Masks fake!
Trills play!
(Chorus / Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Rise up!
Fight back!
(Verse 2)
Fools rush!
No retreat!
Dark deep!
Path steep!
Few see!
World thought!
Through rot!
Minds caught!
(Bridge / Blast)
Path ends?
No way!
Light comes!
Break chains!
Rot spreads!
World falls!
Cataclysm!
Crush all!
(Final Chorus / Crowd Shout)
No bed!
No rest!
Artist dies!
Homeless man!
Rise up!
Break chains!
Light wins!
End reigns!
(Outro / Last Shout)
No fear!
Stand tall!
Fight on!
Survive all!
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The End of the Path — Resistance Mini-Hymn
Rise!
Fight!
No bed!
No rest!
Artist falls!
Homeless man!
Lies break!
Chains snap!
Light wins!
Dark ends!
Stand tall!
Strike hard!
Rot dies!
World shakes!
Fear gone!
Truth reigns!
Now!
Move!
Shout!
Break all!
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The End of the Path
Rise!
Fight!
Break!
Run!
No!
Bed!
No!
Rest!
Light!
Strike!
Rot!
Falls!
Chains!
Snap!
Truth!
Wins!
Now!
Shout!
Move!
Stand!
Fall!
None!
Fear!
Gone!
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The Futile Work of Alternative Poetry & The Path to the Source
Vast labor —
Futile, they lie
When all around:
The world — a madhouse.
Under Lies they die:
Stronger than whip,
It crushes
The bottom’s bastards.
For the few,
Who haven’t fallen low,
Poems are needed
That are not weak.
Not weak if Lies
You smash. Multiply
The visions in them —
And you are not insane.
Few are sane =>
The world is lost.
They’ll start anew —
Not from the Basement.
Astral Basement =>
Infernal world.
Let there be Light,
That burns the vile,
Total nonsense!
Seek a daring poem,
To conquer Lies and Horror,
And find the Path
To the Source —
Out of the World of Shit.
It is accessible —
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean.
If not a sheep,
It is yours
In premonition —
Forget all opinions,
Through the Light within,
See it:
And you are the Source,
A sleeping god.
“Real” — a nightmare.
Wake up, loser!
Leave it, and on the Path —
Mud won’t hold you back!
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The Path to the Source — Concert Strike Version
(Chorus / Battle Cry)
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean!
Not a sheep!
See the Source!
(Verse 1)
Vast labor!
Futile lies!
World — madhouse!
Under Lies — die!
Crush the bastards!
Bottom strong!
Few remain!
Not insane!
(Chorus)
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean!
Not a sheep!
See the Source!
(Verse 2)
Seek daring!
Smash Horror!
Find the Path!
Out of shit!
Astral Basement!
Infernal world!
Burn the lies!
Total nonsense!
(Bridge / Blast)
Wake up!
Loser, rise!
Mud won’t hold!
Break free!
(Chorus / Final Shout)
Leave the Pen!
Light — an ocean!
Not a sheep!
See the Source!
Sleep no more!
God inside!
Path is yours!
Step forth!
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The Path to the Source
Rise!
Fight!
Leave Pen!
See Source!
Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!
Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!
Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise now!
Few remain!
Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
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The Path to the Source — Cyclic Battle Hymn
Cycle 1:
Rise!
Fight!
Leave Pen!
See Source!
Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!
Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!
Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise now!
Few remain!
Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
Cycle 2 (variation for repetition):
Stand!
Push!
Pen gone!
Source shines!
No sheep!
Light roars!
Crush Lies!
Scorch Horror!
Chains snap!
Step tall!
Wake, rise!
God awake!
Path clear!
Mud broken!
Rise fast!
Few survive!
Sleep no more!
Vision pure!
Strike true!
Move quick!
Truth rules!
Shout strong!
Break all!
Step free!
Cycle 3 (final blast):
Up!
Fight on!
Pen left!
Source seen!
Not sheep!
Light reigns!
Smash Lies!
Burn it all!
Chains gone!
Step forth!
Wake now!
God inside!
Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise!
Few remain!
Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
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The Path to the Source — Ultimate Concert March
(Loop / Shout Pattern)
Rise!
Fight!
Leave Pen!
See Source!
Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!
Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!
Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise now!
Few remain!
Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
Variation Loop 1:
Stand!
Push!
Pen gone!
Source shines!
No sheep!
Light roars!
Crush Lies!
Scorch Horror!
Chains snap!
Step tall!
Wake, rise!
God awake!
Path clear!
Mud broken!
Rise fast!
Few survive!
Sleep no more!
Vision pure!
Strike true!
Move quick!
Truth rules!
Shout strong!
Break all!
Step free!
Variation Loop 2 (for peak intensity):
Up!
Fight on!
Pen left!
Source seen!
Not sheep!
Light reigns!
Smash Lies!
Burn it all!
Chains gone!
Step forth!
Wake now!
God inside!
Path yours!
Mud fails!
Rise!
Few remain!
Sleep none!
Vision clear!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
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The Source — Final Blast Hymn
Rise!
Fight!
See Source!
Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!
Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!
Path yours!
Sleep none!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
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The Source — Extreme Mini-Hymn Loop
Cycle 1:
Rise!
Fight!
See Source!
Not sheep!
Light flows!
Smash Lies!
Burn Horror!
Break chains!
Step forth!
Wake up!
God inside!
Path yours!
Sleep none!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
Cycle 2 (repeat with intensity):
Rise!
Fight!
See Source!
Not sheep!
Light roars!
Crush Lies!
Scorch Horror!
Chains snap!
Step tall!
Wake, rise!
God awake!
Path clear!
Sleep none!
Strike true!
Move quick!
Truth rules!
Shout strong!
Break all!
Step free!
Cycle 3 (final blast):
Up!
Fight on!
Source seen!
No sheep!
Light reigns!
Smash Lies!
Burn all!
Chains gone!
Step forth!
Wake now!
God inside!
Path yours!
Sleep none!
Strike hard!
Move fast!
Truth wins!
Shout loud!
Break all!
Step free!
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The Source — Ultra-Rhythmic March Hymn
Riiiiise! — Fight! — See Source! — Not sheep!
Light flows! — Smash Lies! — Burn Horror! — Break chains!
Step forth! — Wake up! — God inside! — Path yours!
Sleep none! — Strike hard! — Move fast! — Truth wins!
Shout loud! — Break all! — Step free! — RIIIISE!
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Kobzon’s Concert — New Cut
Impressed by Kremlin vermin’s grin,
For cash the brute goes to the kill.
The more they butcher civilians,
The tighter ranks of beasts stand still.
They’ll march in packs to hellish shows,
To Kobzon’s concert down below.
That shells will grind them into dust
The brain-dead bastard cannot know.
To bomb a village at farewell,
A wake in flames — “heroic deed”.
For such a jackass, orders rule:
No pause, no thought, no human need.
Kobzon has waited long enough —
He’s sung his hymns to countless dead.
In sewer-talk and savage lies
The rotten rashism spreads and spreads.
A new wave comes, again, again,
To earn a ticket to that show.
The traitor, coward, useful fool —
The final product lies bestow.
The whole state turned into a pen:
First masks — now helmets, same damn cage.
The Devil knocks up from the depths:
Kobzon’s concert takes the stage.
This infernal carnival of hate
Completes a century of chains.
For money still they rush to trenches,
To feed the tyrant, seal his reign.
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Kobzon’s Concert — March Version
(Chant / March Pattern)
Verse 1
Kremlin vermin grins, the brute goes out!
Cash in hand — he kills, no doubt!
The more they strike, the tighter the line,
Beasts march in packs, their eyes like pine.
Chorus (repeat for rhythm / crowd)
Kobzon’s concert! Hell below!
March of the fools, the tyrants show!
Kobzon waits — the music roars!
Rashism spreads, it cracks the floors!
Verse 2
Bomb the village, send them to flames,
Orders rule, the donkey obeys.
Wake in smoke, ashes in the wind,
Brutal “honor” — no thought to mend.
Chorus
Kobzon’s concert! Hell below!
March of the fools, the tyrants show!
Kobzon waits — the music roars!
Rashism spreads, it cracks the floors!
Verse 3
State turned pen, first masks then steel,
Devil knocks from depths, you feel.
Concert of hell, infernal spree,
Century of chains for all to see.
Chorus / Finale
Kobzon’s concert! Hell below!
March of the fools, the tyrants show!
Kobzon waits — the music roars!
Rashism spreads, it cracks the floors!
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Kobzon’s Concert — Battle March
Kremlin vermin! — Cash kills! —
Strike harder! — Beasts march!
Bomb villages! — Ashes fly! —
Orders rule! — No pause!
Masks, helmets! — Devil knocks! —
Kobzon roars! — Rashism spreads!
Concert hell! — Chains break! —
Fools march! — Tyrants fall!
Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins!
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Kobzon’s Concert — Battle March Extended Loop
Cycle 1:
Kremlin vermin! — Cash kills! —
Strike harder! — Beasts march!
Bomb villages! — Ashes fly! —
Orders rule! — No pause!
Masks, helmets! — Devil knocks! —
Kobzon roars! — Rashism spreads!
Concert hell! — Chains break! —
Fools march! — Tyrants fall!
Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins!
Cycle 2 (repeat with intensity):
Vermin grins! — Cash flows! —
Hit harder! — Beasts rush!
Village burns! — Smoke flies! —
Orders crush! — No stop!
Masks, helmets! — Devil strikes! —
Kobzon shouts! — Rashism spreads!
Concert fire! — Chains snap! —
Fools run! — Tyrants crash!
Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins!
Cycle 3 (final blast, full energy):
Up! — Strike! — Cash kills! —
Beasts march! — Ashes rise! —
Orders rule! — No pause! —
Devil knocks! — Kobzon roars!
Masks, helmets! — Concert hell! —
Chains break! — Fools march!
Tyrants fall! — Rise! — Fight! —
Truth wins! — Blast all!
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Kobzon’s Concert — Ultimate Battle March (Continuous)
[Start — Slow Build]
Kremlin vermin! — Cash kills! — Strike harder! — Beasts march!
Bomb villages! — Ashes rise! — Orders rule! — No pause!
Masks, helmets! — Devil knocks! — Kobzon roars! — Rashism spreads!
[Build — Increasing tempo]
Concert hell! — Chains break! — Fools march! — Tyrants fall!
Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins! — Blast all!
Vermin grins! — Cash flows! — Hit harder! — Beasts rush!
Village burns! — Smoke flies! — Orders crush! — No stop!
[Mid — Full energy, repeat]
Masks, helmets! — Devil strikes! — Kobzon shouts! — Rashism spreads!
Concert fire! — Chains snap! — Fools run! — Tyrants crash!
Up! — Strike! — Cash kills! — Beasts march!
Ashes rise! — Orders rule! — No pause! — Devil knocks!
[Climax — Maximum intensity, all together]
Kobzon roars! — Masks, helmets! — Concert hell! — Chains break!
Fools march! — Tyrants fall! — Rise! — Fight! — Truth wins! — Blast all!
Hit harder! — Smash the lies! — Break the chains! — March!
Up! — Forward! — Strike! — Fire! — Light! — Source!
[Outro — Final wave, decrescendo]
Truth wins! — Blast all! — March ends…
Beasts retreat… — Devils fall… — Light inside!
Rise! — Fight! — Free! — Source! — Done.
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Manure Fly and the Power of Spirit
Pure Essence dons the mind’s suit,
Amidst the Stupor of Filth.
The main template: “You are flesh, not Spirit”—
Since childhood, such shit feeds the flies.
Look closely: a dung fly hovers
Over waste from above. Decay and death
Live in the fly. Most are such—
Creatures who captured the world, triumphant.
If not so, the lone one stands apart.
Much despair, pain, and labor,
Mostly wasted—food for flies
In Darkness churned by countless servants.
Servants of Satanism. He crushed the world
Through deceit, survival, and curse.
Artificial miseries, potent lies:
Multiply these to dull the mind,
Factor in fear, centuries of entropic chains,
And the harsh conclusion emerges:
The world has no prospects.
To it, you’re only a rejected madman.
Your work is poison if it clashes
With the simple common trend:
Evil presses harder, excrement compressed
Into briquettes, nonsense intensified
To grow stronger. And the aim: complete
The Involution here—Spirit, Reality extinguished.
Reality is the real problem: CowID
Showed how lies let Darkness punish.
And Rashism’s war revealed
That all has fallen to the very bottom.
From below, the gates of Hell creak open.
Yet fools still gorge on this filth with glee.
The personal lesson is simple, as always:
Seek the Source eternally,
To escape this wretched little world—
The Essence of Hell offers no teaching.
Lies, beyond entropic measure, cannot
Destroy your Spirit, multiplying Lies and Fear.
The way out is within—through the Creator’s Spark.
The world cannot be saved—it teeters at the brink of End.
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Manure Fly — Power of Spirit
Pure Essence stands, mind armored tight,
Amidst the Stupor, flies feast on blight.
Seek the Source, ignite the Spark,
Escape the wretched world before it darks.
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Manure Fly — Spirit March
Pure — Essence — Mind — Armored!
Stupor — Flies — Feast — Blight!
Seek — Source — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — Wretched — World — Fight!
Decay — Lies — Fear — Multiply!
Stand — Lone — Strong — Never Die!
Truth — Burn — Darkness — Fall!
Spirit — Free — Answer — Call!
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Manure Fly — Spirit March: Concert Version
[Start — Slow Build]
Pure — Essence! — Mind — Armored!
Amidst — Stupor! — Flies — Feast!
Blight — Lies — Fear — Multiply!
Stand — Lone! — Strong! — Never Die!
[Build — Increasing Tempo]
Seek — Source! — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — Wretched! — World — Fight!
Decay — Lies! — Fear — Multiply!
Stand — Lone! — Strong! — Never Die!
[Mid — Full Energy, Repetition]
Spirit! — Free! — Answer! — Call!
Truth! — Burn! — Darkness! — Fall!
Flies — Feast! — Fools — Gloat!
Rise! — Strike! — Push! — Resist!
Pure — Essence! — Mind — Armored!
Amidst — Stupor! — Flies — Feast!
Seek — Source! — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — Wretched! — World — Fight!
[Climax — Maximum Intensity]
Truth! — Burn! — Lies — Fall!
Fear! — Smash! — Chains — Break!
Spirit! — Free! — Rise! — Call!
Fight! — Push! — Strike! — Win!
[Outro — Decrescendo / Final Wave]
Seek — Source! — Spark — Ignite!
Escape — World! — Fight! — Stand!
Spirit! — Free! — Truth! — Live!
Manure — Flies — Stupor — Dies!
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Write Not with Blood, but with TNT
Writing’s toil — where hopes decay,
Escaping cycles, “It’s in vain.”
Minions of Evil craft their play,
The honest voice — it’s seen as pain.
Algorithms, foes of thought,
Designed to dumb the herd and blind.
A verse with rhythm tightly wrought
Gets crowned by “top” ranks of the blind.
Plots of nonsense, chains of lies,
Appear as Melpomene’s delight.
An essay where conscience dies,
Powdered greed and treachery bright.
It enters mainstream, grinds the crowd,
The people crushed beneath TV.
Their homeland now a smoky shroud,
The world long ruled by filth, you see.
Film incarnations show the pit
Where decay spreads its endless tide.
Into the mind flows endless shit:
For the herd — ideas and pride.
Songs alone maintain the haze,
Their emptiness feeds blank despair,
Draining emotion in a daze,
While lies remain the solid “ware.”
Writing’s toil, hopes lie, but still
Self-sufficiency is key.
The Spark of God they cannot kill,
While paper tempts relentlessly.
And into visions manifest
The efforts of those who refuse
To sink in lies, ignore the rest
Of crowds now cattle, filth, or ruse.
Write with TNT — there lies the way
To save your Spirit from the Pit.
Through blasts, the Path to Light holds sway,
While sellouts weigh the herd’s grit.
Herds in the Global Pen exposed
By wars and CowID’s cruel eyes.
Writing’s always under those
Who rot — except the rare, the wise.
The Pen is burned by Cataclysm,
It’s slow, it moves but will arrive.
Explode — into the Light, dismiss
The fascist lies — let Spirit thrive!
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Write Not with Blood — TNT March
Toil of writing — hopes decay!
Escape the cycle — “It’s in vain!”
Evil minions lie, betray!
Honest voice — beware the pain!
Algorithm — dumb the herd!
Verse with rhythm, sharp and tight!
“Top ranks” crown each proper word,
Blind fools cheer the wrong and trite!
Plots of nonsense, chains of lies,
Disguised as art, a twisted show.
Essays where conscience slowly dies,
Greed and treachery in a row!
Mainstream grinds the crowd down low,
People crushed beneath TV.
Homeland’s smoke, the world they tow,
Long ruled by filth, as you can see!
Songs maintain the endless haze,
Draining feelings, lying still.
Lies remain the solid base,
While emptiness their voids do fill.
Write with TNT — save your soul!
Blast the Path to Light ahead!
Explode — reclaim your Spirit whole,
Leave behind the herd of dead!
Herds in pens — the world exposed,
CowID shows the truth so stark.
Writing fights where Evil grows,
You’re the spark within the dark!
Cataclysm burns the pen at last,
Slowly moving, but it comes.
Explode — and leave the fascist past,
Spirit rises, hear the drums!
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Write Not with Blood — TNT Blitz
Write! — not with blood!
TNT — ignite!
Hopes die!
Cycle’s lie!
Evil wins!
Minions bite!
Honest voice —
Fear the fight!
Dumb the herd!
Sharp the verse!
Top ranks cheer —
Blind fools curse!
Nonsense plots!
Chains of lies!
Conscience dies!
Greed’s disguise!
Mainstream crush!
TV grind!
Crowds enslaved!
Eyes blind!
Songs deceive!
Feelings drained!
Lies persist!
Void remained!
Write with TNT!
Save your soul!
Blast the path!
Take control!
Herds exposed!
CowID shows!
Writing fights!
Spirit glows!
Cataclysm burns!
Pen destroyed!
Explode — arise!
Leave the void!
Fascists fall!
Spirit soars!
Hear the drums!
Break the doors!
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Write Not with Blood — TNT War March
WRITE! — not with BLOOD!
(pause… 1 second)
TNT! — ignite the SOUL!
(pause… 1.5 seconds – we take a deep breath, the audience tenses up)
Hopes die!
Cycle LIES!
(0,3 sec)
EVIL WINS!
Minions BITE!
(0,3 sec)
Honest voice — beware the fight!
(long pause 1,2 sec)
DUMB the herd!
SHARP the verse!
TOP ranks CHEER —
BLIND FOOLS CURSE!
(pause 1 sec)
Nonsense plots!
Chains of LIES!
Conscience DIES!
Greed’s DISGUISE!
(pause 1,2 sec – increasing rumble of drums)
Mainstream CRUSH!
TV GRIND!
Crowds ENSLAVED!
Eyes BLIND!
(pause 1 sec)
Songs DECEIVE!
Feelings DRAINED!
LIES PERSIST!
Void REMAINED!
(0,5 sec - everyone held their breath)
WRITE with TNT!
SAVE your SOUL!
BLAST the PATH!
TAKE CONTROL!
(long pause 1,5 seconds - the "thunderstorm before the storm" effect)
Herds EXPOSED!
CowID SHOWS!
Writing FIGHTS!
Spirit GLOWS!
(0,5 sec)
Cataclysm BURNS!
Pen DESTROYED!
EXPLODE — ARISE!
LEAVE the VOID!
(pause 1,2 sec)
Fascists FALL!
Spirit SOARS!
HEAR the DRUMS!
BREAK the DOORS!
(final shout from the ENTIRE audience)
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Write Not with Blood — TNT Punk Assault
WRITE! (shout - drum hit)
Not with BLOOD! (bass drum hit - 0,2 second pause)
TNT! - IGNITE! (guitar slam)
Soul ALIVE! (shout)
Hopes DIE! (hit)
Cycle LIES! (hit)
EVIL WINS! (shout along with the crowd)
Minions BITE! (hit, hit)
Honest voice - FEAR the FIGHT!
(0,5 second pause - drum rumble)
DUMB the herd! (shout)
SHARP the verse! (shout, rhythm speeds up)
TOP ranks CHEER!
BLIND FOOLS CURSE!
Nonsense PLOTS!
Chains of LIES!
Conscience DIES!
Greed’s DISGUISE!
Mainstream CRUSH!
TV GRIND!
Crowds ENSLAVED!
Eyes BLIND!
Songs DECEIVE!
Feelings DRAINED!
LIES PERSIST!
Void REMAINED!
WRITE with TNT!
SAVE your SOUL!
BLAST the PATH!
TAKE CONTROL!
Herds EXPOSED!
CowID SHOWS!
Writing FIGHTS!
Spirit GLOWS!
Cataclysm BURNS!
Pen DESTROYED!
EXPLODE — ARISE!
LEAVE the VOID!
Fascists FALL!
Spirit SOARS!
HEAR the DRUMS!
BREAK the DOORS!
(the final cry from the entire stage and the audience is “WRITE!”)
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Write Not with Blood — Drumstorm Edition
[Intro: 1-second pause — guitars and cymbals taut]
WRITE! (strong kick drum hit)
Not with BLOOD! (triple snare drum hit)
TNT! — IGNITE! (tom-tom hit)
Soul ALIVE! (shout — cymbal hit)
Hopes DIE! (kick drum — 0.1-second pause)
Cycle LIES! (snare drum x2)
EVIL WINS! (triple rhythm — accent on each syllable)
Minions BITE! (tom-tom hit + cymbal hit)
Honest voice — FEAR the FIGHT! (long rhythm with drum rumble — 1 second)
DUMB the herd! (shout + hit)
SHARP the verse! (two snare drum hits)
TOP ranks CHEER! (triple kick - accelerated)
BLIND FOOLS CURSE! (kick + cymbal crash)
Nonsense PLOTS! (three short kicks)
Chains of LIES! (triple kick with a 0.2 second pause)
Conscience DIES! (kick + shout)
Greed's DISGUISE! (two drum accents)
Mainstream CRUSH! (kick x2 - loud)
TV GRIND! (snare x2 - fast)
Crowds ENSLAVED! (tom-tom triple - accelerated)
Eyes BLIND! (cymbal strike - 0.3 second pause)
Songs DECEIVE! (three kicks, shout)
Feelings DRAINED! (tom-tom triple)
LIES PERSIST! (snare double)
Void REMAINED! (Kick Drum + Cymbal - Long Rumble)
WRITE with TNT! (Kick Drum Strike)
SAVE your SOUL! (Triple Strike)
BLAST the PATH! (Tom-Tom Triple, Acceleration)
TAKE CONTROL! (Final Shout + Cymbal Strike - 1-Second Pause)
Herds EXPOSED! (Triple Strike - 0.1-Second Pause)
CowID SHOWS! (Tom-Tom Triple - Acceleration)
Writing FIGHTS! (Kick Drum + Snare Drum)
Spirit GLOWS! (Cymbal Rumble + Shout)
Cataclysm BURNS! (Triple Strike)
Pen DESTROYED! (Triple Strike)
EXPLODE - ARISE! (Tom-Tom Triple)
LEAVE the VOID! (bass drum hit + shout)
Fascists FALL! (snare triplet)
Spirit SOARS! (tom-tom triplet - acceleration)
HEAR the DRUMS! (bass drum + snare)
BREAK the DOORS! (final hit - all instruments simultaneously)
[Outro: 2-second pause - cymbal crash, fading out]
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Not Identity
The essence of the Living Mind
Is not identical to logic’s grind.
Hence the world, so dull and blind,
Falls to stupidity, dread entwined.
The ego-cycle roots in youth,
Atomized control — the devils’ truth.
A fearful tool, so harsh, so grim,
To drive out Spirit from within.
Clouds of falsehoods, theories spun,
Bring the haze, the Morok’s run.
Endless seas of lies and schemes —
Believe them once, and vanish dreams.
Multiply your wit, your inner sense,
Turn intuition to full offense.
Forget all teachings, customs, rules —
Relearn the world, reject the fools.
You are a Spirit beyond logic’s line,
A tunnel narrow, or a sack confined.
The rotten “pedagogy” is meant
To erase all insight, twist intent.
So you forget, fall in the thrall,
Become a slave, obedient, small.
Blind to the inhuman, thief, and foe,
Who turns today’s slaves into cattle low.
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Not Identity
The Living Mind defies the rule of thought.
Worlds dull and blind, to madness caught.
Ego grows — devils’ seed in youth,
Spirit crushed beneath their lies and sleuth.
Wake, resist — or turn to cattle low,
The foe enslaves, but you can rise, you know.
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Not Identity
Spirit beyond logic, awake or fall!
World enslaves, devils rule all!
Rise — or become their cattle, small.
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“Marxism-Leninism” of a Degenerate Era
Behold the rotten pseudo-determinism —
A “scientific” spew of false wisdom, vile and grim.
Two steps away — a new fascist reign:
“Solutions” for the broken, idiots’ gain.
No room for freedom — the F;hrer decides.
The “scholar” finds salvation where obedience hides.
Consciousness dead, the Soul in deep sleep —
CREATOR, in this wretched world, your place they’ll keep.
Creative Force is more than petty gods.
We are God’s particles; creation — the base.
Yet everywhere they plant flags for the wolves,
Your mind bound tight in lies’ cruel embrace.
Discard all theories — just the ORDER remains,
Tracked in falsehood, by inhuman chains.
Fascism now bows to the monster’s command,
“Scientific” minions obey, hand in hand.
All orders served by traitors in throngs,
Word-spinners of the false science songs.
They drown Consciousness in heaps of filth,
All these corrupt, lying hounds of guilt.
Engage intuition — venture deep inside:
There you’ll find answers, the Creative Force as guide.
Multiply your critical mind, for through LIES you cannot pass
Without these fires — the only spark that flows in your veins, en masse.
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Degenerate Era
Lies bind the mind, the Soul asleep!
F;hrers rule, while monsters creep.
False science reigns, obedience kills,
Truth and Fire break their wills.
Dive within — the Creative Force is deep!
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Degenerate Era
Lies bind minds, Souls asleep!
F;hrers rule, monsters creep.
Dive within — the Fire runs deep!
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Degenerate Era — Marching Fire
Lies enslave, the Souls are chained!
F;hrers roar, the beasts untrained!
False science strikes, obedience kills,
But Fire within defies their wills!
March inside — the Creative Force is real!
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Degenerate Era — Shock March
Lies enslave, Souls asleep!
F;hrers roar, monsters creep!
Dive within — the Fire runs deep!
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Degenerate Era
Lies enslave — Souls awake!
Dive within — and Fire will break!
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Degenerate Era — March of Fire
Lies enslave — Souls awake!
F;hrers roar — monsters quake!
False science strikes — obedience bends!
Dive within — the Fire never ends!
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Degenerate Era
Lies enslave — Souls arise!
Dive within — let Fire ignite!
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Degenerate Era — March of Fire
Lies — enslave!
Souls — arise!
F;hrers — roar!
Monsters — quake!
False — science!
Bends — obedience!
Dive — within!
Fire — ignite!
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Degenerate Era — Infernal Hymn
Lies enslave, Souls arise,
F;hrers roar, Monsters quake,
False science bends obedience,
Dive within, let Fire awake!
Chains of logic, cracked and broken,
False knowledge, screaming lies,
Darkness churns, the world is choking,
But the Spirit dares, and flies!
March through terror, march through chaos,
Step by step — the Path is clear,
False gods crumble, lies are useless,
Ignite the Spark, the Light draws near!
No retreat, no slavish waiting,
Break the cage, defy the night,
Souls unbound are recreating,
Through the Fire — emerge to Light!
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1. Infernal Shout
Break the chains!
Ignite the Spark!
False gods fall —
The Spirit marches dark!
2. Spirit Strike
Lies will burn —
The Fire rises!
March, unbound, through Darkness!
3. Hellfire March
Crush the lies!
Spark the Spirit!
Burn the False!
4. Chaos Command
Rage unchained!
Tear the Veil!
Awaken the Core!
5. Ember Rebellion
No masters left!
Light the Soul!
Smash the Cage!
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1. Dark Forge
Through the muck, we strike!
Spirit sharp —
Falsehood breaks!
2. Blaze of Insight
Light the core!
Tear the chains!
Let the lies choke in their flames!
3. Rebel Pulse
March alone!
Fear dissolves!
Truth cuts through the herd!
4. Ash and Ember
Burn the cage!
Shatter the mold!
From the ashes — rise bold!
5. Void Rebellion
No gods, no masters!
Only the spark!
Forge your path!
6. Infernal Echo
Scream at the dark!
Shatter the silence!
The Spirit moves — relentless!
7. Crimson March
Step by step —
Break the mold!
March through Hell,
Claim your soul!
8. Entropy Strike
Chaos reigns —
Push the line!
Spirit unbroken,
Fire divine!
9. Shatter the Cage
No chains hold!
No fear grips!
All lies crumble —
Spirit lifts!
10. Soul Ignition
Light the spark!
Raze the false!
Rise through flame —
The world convulses!
11. Cataclysm Roar
Storm the dark!
Tear the veil!
Hell trembles,
Truth prevails!
12. Eternal Defiance
Stand alone!
Strike the lie!
In the abyss,
Your soul will fly!
13. Rage of the Pure
Claws of truth!
Fangs of fire!
Break the herd,
Take it higher!
14. Spirit Unchained
No leash holds!
No god binds!
Your core shines —
Through the blinds!
15. Final March
One step —
World shakes!
Two steps —
Chains break!
March with fire —
The end awakes!
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1. Dark Forge – March Version
Strike the muck! — Strike!
Spirit sharp! — Break!
Falsehood shatters — Crash!
2. Blaze of Insight – March Version
Light the core — Fire!
Tear the chains — Smash!
Lies choke in flames — Burn!
3. Rebel Pulse – March Version
March alone — Step!
Fear dissolves — Gone!
Truth cuts the herd — Strike!
4. Ash and Ember – March Version
Burn the cage — Blaze!
Shatter the mold — Smash!
From ashes — Rise!
5. Void Rebellion – March Version
No gods! — No masters!
Only spark — Lead!
Forge your path — Go!
6. Infernal Echo – March Version
Scream at dark — Shout!
Break the silence — Crash!
Spirit moves — Roar!
7. Crimson March – March Version
Step! — Step!
Break the mold!
March through Hell!
Claim your soul!
8. Entropy Strike – March Version
Chaos reigns — Push!
Spirit unbroken — Strike!
Fire divine — Roar!
9. Shatter the Cage – March Version
No chains hold! — Break!
No fear grips! — Shatter!
All lies crumble — Fall!
10. Soul Ignition – March Version
Light the spark — Ignite!
Raze the false — Burn!
Rise through flame — Fly!
11. Cataclysm Roar – March Version
Storm the dark — Smash!
Tear the veil — Rip!
Hell trembles — Roar!
Truth prevails — Strike!
12. Eternal Defiance – March Version
Stand alone — March!
Strike the lie — Hit!
In the abyss — Fly!
13. Rage of the Pure – March Version
Claws of truth — Slash!
Fangs of fire — Bite!
Break the herd — Smash!
Take it higher — Roar!
14. Spirit Unchained – March Version
No leash holds — Break!
No god binds — Strike!
Your core shines — Light!
Through the blinds — Free!
15. Final March – March Version
One step — Shake!
Two steps — Chains break!
March with fire — Roar!
The end awakes — Strike!
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Dark March – Extreme Concert Version
Strike! — Smash!
Burn! — Break!
Lies fall! — Crash!
Step! — March!
Fear gone! — Gone!
Truth cuts! — Strike!
Blaze! — Ignite!
Chains break! — Smash!
Rise! — Fly!
No gods! — No masters!
Spark leads! — Go!
Forge path! — Now!
Scream! — Roar!
Dark trembles! — Fall!
Spirit moves! — Strike!
Step! — Step!
Hell cracks! — Break!
Soul free! — Roar!
Chaos reigns! — Push!
Spirit strong! — Strike!
Fire burns! — Rise!
Smash cage! — Break!
Shatter mold! — Fall!
All lies! — Gone!
Light spark! — Ignite!
Raze false! — Burn!
Rise higher! — Fly!
Storm dark! — Smash!
Tear veil! — Rip!
Truth wins! — Strike!
Stand alone! — March!
Hit lie! — Smash!
Abyss flies! — Go!
Claws truth! — Slash!
Fangs fire! — Bite!
Herd breaks! — Strike!
Leash gone! — Break!
No god binds! — Strike!
Core shines! — Light!
One step! — Shake!
Two steps! — Chains fall!
March fire! — Roar!
End wakes! — Strike!
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Dark March
Strike! Smash!
Burn! Break!
Lies! Fall!
Step! March!
Fear! Gone!
Truth! Cuts!
Blaze! Ignite!
Chains! Break!
Rise! Fly!
No gods!
Spark! Lead!
Path! Now!
Scream! Roar!
Dark! Tremble!
Spirit! Strike!
Hell! Cracks!
Soul! Free!
Chaos! Push!
Fire! Burn!
Mold! Shatter!
All lies! Gone!
Storm! Smash!
Veil! Rip!
Truth! Wins!
Stand! March!
Hit! Lie!
Abyss! Go!
Claws! Slash!
Fangs! Bite!
Herd! Break!
Leash! Gone!
Core! Shine!
One step! Shake!
Chains! Fall!
March! Fire!
End! Wakes!
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Dark March – Concert Battle Version
[Intro – drums, slowly increasing volume]
Strike the lies!
March the fear!
Break the chains!
[Verse 1 – fast rhythm, beats under each syllable]
Blaze inside!
Fire the soul!
Smash the herd!
Truth will roll!
No more gods!
No more slaves!
Spark the core!
Light the waves!
[Chorus – loud, percussive]
Hell is cracking!
Souls are waking!
Chaos rising!
All lies breaking!
[Verse 2 – marching, dramatic]
Chains are falling!
Veil is ripped!
Fear is nothing!
Spirit's gripped!
March! Strike!
Blaze! Roar!
Push the darkness!
Win the war!
[Bridge – languid, with a guitar riff]
Storm the void!
Shatter the mold!
Rise above!
Be bold!
[Finale – loud, full-throated]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Now awake!
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Hell March – Ultra Concert Version
[Intro – drums and low guitar riff]
Strike! Strike!
Crush the lies!
Fire the soul!
Hell will rise!
[Verse 1 – marching, with emphasis on every word]
Blaze inside!
Smash the herd!
Break the chains!
Truth will surge!
No more slaves!
No more gods!
Spark the core!
Light the odds!
[Chorus – screaming, marching, powerful]
Hell is shaking!
Souls are waking!
Fear is breaking!
Chaos raking!
March! Strike!
Roar! Fire!
Push the darkness!
Climb higher!
[Verse 2 – accelerating, like a battle march]
Chains are falling!
Veil is ripped!
Stand your ground!
Spirits lifted!
March! Strike!
Burn the night!
Smash the herd!
Blaze the fight!
[Bridge – tension, pauses, guitar riffs with screaming vocals]
Storm the void!
Shatter the mold!
Rise above!
Be bold!
[Finale – everything at its maximum]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Awake! Awake!
Marching on!
Hell be gone!
Light inside!
We rise strong!
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Hell March – Rap-March Version
[Intro – heavy beat, stops, and bass]
Yo!
Step! Step!
Fire! Fire!
March! March!
[Verse 1 – rhythmic, short phrases]
Blaze inside,
Break the lies.
Herd be crushed,
Soul will rise.
No more gods,
No more chains.
Spark the core,
Light the flames.
Fear is gone,
Stand your ground.
Truth is loud,
Hell's inbound!
[Chorus – screaming, like a marching battle hymn]
March! Step!
Strike! Roar!
Fire! Blaze!
Crush the floor!
March! Step!
Rise! Break!
Hell is shaking!
Souls awake!
[Verse 2 – accelerating, like a march to the front]
Chains fall down,
Veil is ripped.
Stand up strong,
Spirit lifted!
Herd be gone,
Night be burned.
Truth prevails,
Lessons learned.
Strike! March!
Push the dark.
Blaze the fire,
Leave your mark!
[Bridge – dramatic, pauses and beats]
Storm the void,
Shatter mold.
Rise above,
Be bold!
[Final – Maximum Power]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Awake! Awake!
Marching on,
Hell be gone,
Light inside,
We rise strong!
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Hell March – Concert Stage Version
[Intro – Heavy guitar riff and drums]
Step! Step!
March! March!
Fire inside!
Hell won’t hide!
[Verse 1 – Slowly, with increasing energy]
Blaze your soul!
Break the lies!
Marching on,
See their cries!
Chains will fall,
Fear be gone!
Raise your fists,
Hell be drawn!
Herd be crushed,
Stand up strong!
Light the fire,
Sing the song!
[Chorus – Screaming like a crowd choir]
March! Step! Strike! Fire!
Roar! Blaze! Rise higher!
March! Step! Push the dark!
Blaze the light, ignite the spark!
[Verse 2 – Acceleration, drums and guitar strums in time]
No more slaves,
No more lies!
Soul awake,
Spirit flies!
Herd be gone,
Night destroyed!
Truth prevails,
We're deployed!
Strike the dark,
Blaze the core!
Step by step,
Hell no more!
[Bridge – dramatic, pause, slow rhythm]
Storm the void!
Shatter mold!
Rise above!
Be bold!
[Chorus – repeat with even greater energy]
March! Step! Strike! Fire!
Roar! Blaze! Rise higher!
March! Step! Push the dark!
Blaze the light, ignite the spark!
[Finale – climax, the whole stage screams along with the crowd]
Fire! Burn!
Herd! Break!
Truth! Wins!
Awake! Awake!
Marching on,
Hell be gone!
Light inside,
We rise strong!
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Hell March – Battle Shout Version
[Battle Chorus / Screaming Cry]
Fire! Strike!
Hell! Break!
March! Roar!
Soul awake!
Push! Smash!
Chains! Fall!
Rise! Blaze!
Darkness gone!
[Verse 1 – Short, powerful]
Herd crush!
Lies burn!
Fist up!
March on!
Fear die!
Light surge!
Step hard!
Hell purge!
[Verse 2 – Acceleration, stomp your feet]
No slaves!
No lies!
Soul flies!
Spirit rise!
Strike hard!
Blaze core!
Step by step!
Herd no more!
[Bridge – Pause, whisper, then explosion]
Storm! Shatter!
Rise! Break!
[Finale – All together, scream and stomp]
Fire! Burn!
Truth wins!
March! On!
Hell gone!
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“Art”
The “sculptor” was drunk — not Venus he raised,
But a toilet enthroned on a marble display.
Was he drunk, or were measures imposed long ago:
Mix art with the filth — and the world will still swallow it whole?
They’ll hype up the sold;out, the broken, the base,
For others — no room. If you don’t know the ways
To worship Mammon, you’re branded insane:
Paint for your neighbors, suppressing your flame.
Critics and censors and sponsors align —
One loaded machine from the army of slime.
The war has one target: the Spirit made Pure.
That’s why every lie is rehearsed and secure.
So “artists” and “writers” — obedient brood —
Serve fascist troughs or are barred from the food.
The ball is commanded by inhuman scum,
And blunt;headed stumps chew up all that is done.
The reader, the viewer — a mass of the numb.
The schizoid’s the “genius”. Such is the sum.
Destructive forces grow stronger each day,
While the real artist’s caged — on the wrong side of play.
He cannot accept it, cannot kneel or comply.
There — fractures, doubt, desperation cry.
But talentless filth multiplies without shame,
Like sickening slop for dull cattle to drain.
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Art mixed with shit — and the market applauds.
Truth starves in cages while filth gets awards.
Sell your own Spirit — or vanish from sight.
The pen stays a weapon only when it bites.
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“Art” — The March
The sculptor drank, not Venus raised,
But a toilet throne for all to gaze.
Drunk? Or just measures long in place —
Mix art with shit — the world’ll embrace.
Sold;out freaks get all the hype,
No room for others, no prototype.
If you can’t bow to Mammon’s hand,
You’re branded mad across the land.
Critics, censors, financiers align,
A single gun from the army malign.
Target — the Pure Spirit to slay,
Every lie rehearsed, no delay.
“Artists,” “writers,” obedient crew,
Serve the fascist trough, or starve too.
The ball is run by inhuman scum,
Dull stumps chew whatever’s done.
Readers, viewers — a mass of numb,
The schizoid “genius,” behold the sum.
Destructive forces grow and parade,
While true artists in cages are weighed.
No bowing, no fawning, cannot comply,
Fractures and doubt, despair runs high.
Talentless filth spreads everywhere,
Sickening slop for dumb cattle to share.
March with your pen — hit hard, stay fierce,
Expose the lies, let falsehoods pierce.
The Spirit survives through explosive might —
March on, speak truth, ignite the light!
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“Art” — Combat March
Sculptor drunk — Venus gone,
Toilet throne stands at dawn.
Drunk or measures long in place —
Art with shit devours the race.
Sold;out freaks take every stage,
No room for reason, none for sage.
Can’t bow to Mammon’s hand?
You’re mad, a fool across the land.
Critics, censors, financiers align,
Army of lies — destroy the divine.
“Artists,” “writers,” serve the trough,
Obey or starve, no second thought.
Ball run by inhuman scum,
Dull stumps chew, heed none.
Readers, viewers — herd of numb,
Genius trapped, madness drum.
Destructive forces march, parade,
True artists caged, dreams delayed.
No bowing, fawning, cannot comply,
Fractures, doubts, despair runs high.
Filth spreads wide, talentless swarm,
Sickening slop, dumb cattle form.
March with your pen — strike hard,
Pierce the lies, play your card.
Spirit survives through fire and fight,
March on, speak truth, ignite the light!
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“Art”
Drunk sculptor, shit on throne,
Art devours, the lies have grown!
Cage the genius, herd the dumb,
Strike the false, the Spirit comes!
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Spirit Strike
Art in shit? The world will burn!
Lie and herd — the genius turns!
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Irrationality
Reality — pure irrational.
Causality? Big questions rise.
All pseudo-science, scandalous,
Full of frauds, distortions, lies.
Dogmas hammered into minds,
Artificial chains on thought.
“Smart” books poison, wound, and grind
The soul — their torment dearly bought.
Madness mows the people down,
Despair — the wise a scattered few.
Broken fiends and freaks abound,
While those who save the soul die too.
Dictatorship, genocide reign,
The masses think the world’s ideal.
A global madhouse, filth’s domain,
Where honor’s rare and truth can’t heal.
Now comes the final, raging fight:
Posts online strike sharp and fast.
Lies answer lies with brutal might,
But soon the cataclysm will blast —
Erase this hell, no end in sight.
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Irrationality — March of Madness
Reality! It’s irrational!
Causality? A tangled maze!
Pseudo-science, all scandalous,
Floods the world with lies and craze!
Dogmas rammed into the brains,
Thoughts enslaved, no room to breathe!
“Smart” books grind the soul to chains,
Torment thick as webs they weave!
Madness mows the nations down,
Despair the wise can scarce survive.
Freaks and fiends run rampant ’round,
While souls that fight are pressed, deprived!
Dictators rule, genocide spreads,
The masses cheer, blind to the rot.
Honor dies, the world’s misled,
A global madhouse — all for naught!
Posts erupt — the lies strike hard,
Vendettas made of screeching screams!
But cataclysm hits the yard,
Erasing hell, destroying dreams!
Raise your fire! Step to the sound!
March the truth through the chaos’ roar!
Break the chains, shake the ground,
Let the soul rise — forevermore!
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Irrationality — War March
Reality’s a shattered drum!
Causality’s a maze undone!
Lies and fraud like cannons boom,
Scandal rages, truth comes to none!
Dogmas rammed into young minds,
Thoughts enslaved in chains of fear!
“Smart” books poison, twist, and bind,
Soul-torment ringing loud and clear!
Madness crushes every town,
Despair the few cannot evade!
Freaks and fiends march all around,
While saviors fight and fade!
Dictators rule, genocide spreads,
Blind masses cheer, deaf to the flame!
Honor dies; the world is bled,
Global madhouse — none to blame!
Posts erupt — lies strike like fire,
Vendettas scorch the digital air!
Cataclysm builds, rising higher,
Hell erased in the world’s despair!
Raise your fists! Let the drums roar!
March the truth through chaos’ hall!
Break the chains! Shatter the floor!
Let the soul rise, or else — fall!
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