77 poems

The Spiritual Path

You cannot pin the Truth in place,
You only map the roads thereto.
The scheme itself becomes a lie
The moment it replaces you.

Today you must walk off the scheme —
Those schemes have long been stiff and dead.
Their core is borrowed alien “experience”,
Another’s scraps fed to your head.

That alien experience in a fool
Turns into shit in no time flat,
If dogma reigns and nothing else —
That path deforms, no doubt of that.

All experience is born anew,
It never copies what’s been done.
To chant dead texts, rehearse old words
Is pure, high-minded idiocy spun.

You’ll get a contest then, no doubt,
Of “lofty spirits” — solemn asses,
Who chew the Masters’ bones and quotes
Like cows impressed by sacred grasses.

Even the finest, blessed food,
If stored too long, becomes a toxin.
The power’s always inside you,
Not in a script, a cult, or doctrine.

Your consciousness is equal still
Even to Buddha’s — don’t retreat.
Seek, struggle, dare — the only prize
Is what you found, not what you repeat.



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Ideology

A form of falseened consciousness,
Forced in with violence and drive.
A silent slaughter, mass address —
Condemned to death without a trial.

The Mind is first to die in there,
The Soul — quite often follows too.
And later killing such is easy,
For lies have filled them through and through.

The cup is full — brim, edge, and core,
Flooded with shit, no space at all:
A blunt IDIO-logy,
Yet morons do not care at all.

They only want to eat and feed,
And “safety” — built from fraud and lies.
The forces of declared “Evil”
Have dragged them down to where it dies.

This is the Bottom. Sewer. Pit.
Or global camp with barbed design.
Traitors by thousands thrive in it,
And those with broken minds — by billions.

We rot inside a madhouse-camp,
A festering, enslaving zone.
Consciousness lies in coma here —
Ideology alone is eaten, chewed, and swallowed whole.

There is but one resistance left:
Go inward — seek the Light inside.
Its pressure breaks, its grip dissolves,
Those MADNESSES lose power and bite.

All ideologies are the root —
By them this war is fought and run.
Throw out the hellish brain-rot trash,
That mental shit. Be done. Be done.



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The Sheep and the Shepherd

The shepherd drones to the stupid ram:
“You’re clever, my friend — your neighbor’s a sheep.”
And sheep believe this filthy scam;
Cheap tricks like these run deep and keep.

The stupid sheep fall for the charm,
They call the stinking pen their home.
They strive to rise — to lapdog rank:
The flock is ruled by dogs alone.

The dumb bell trusts he’s now a dog.
A “shearing” scheme is rolled his way —
Out comes a cop, a clerk, a “teacher”,
A book says: “Reason thrives here. Stay.”

“You’re not the food,” the liars hiss,
“You’re free — just shear yourself like a lion.”
Such freaks are worse than wolves, I say:
They trample flocks with blind compliance.

Whoever steps out of the line
Is named the enemy at once.
The shepherd drills it every day.
The foe is always — the next herd’s stance.

And so they spark a crush, a war.
The one who dies is young, alive —
The lamb who still had half a chance
To see the shame, to think, to strive.

Those chances here get cut at birth.
The end result: a soulless mass.
The species isn’t even shocked —
The shepherd babbles “care” en masse.

What’s left of soul gets wiped away,
And Spirit in those flocks is slain.
In wild beasts there is more life now —
Fire in their eyes, not dull-eyed rain.

The funeral feast of Reason ends.
The final act is close and crude:
A global grill — they’ll burn this shame,
This horror cooked to ash and soot.



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Memory Filters

There are filters of mind and of memory,
That never let bitter truth stay.
They block it almost entirely —
While dumps of deception pile up year by year.

Only what props and reinforces
That fake little image of “me”,
The rotten self forged for obedience,
Is kept in your memory. See?

They dumbed you down early, in childhood,
For crowds of the enslaved insist
That you are not food and not tool at all
In the hands of vile beasts. They persist.

Propaganda speaks nothing but falsehood,
“Science”, religion — one mess.
They lack iron — those bitches — so fraud
Is how chains are hammered and pressed.

That party of lies is non-human,
Filthy creatures who captured mankind.
So step out of that vile illusion —
With you, nothing’s fully confined.

If you seek all answers within the Spirit,
Then you’re strong — and truly awake.
You’ll discard the decaying rumors
That have drugged the world since ancient days.



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Alchemy — Napalm of Words

The burned-out Word,
Melting the “ground” —
Those same old chains,
Rises Phoenix-bound,
Smashes the rot
In mass-produced thought,
The yoke of submission,
The stupor, the mission
Of souls in decay,
Sows doubt on the way,
Blows opinions apart,
Lifts Vision to start.

If the Word has burned through —
Then act. Don’t delay.
Beyond words — to Vision:
Words feed beasts and chains.

Obey the Soul’s call,
Make haste — do it now.
Spiritual sight
Kills rot anyhow.

Alchemy of Words:
They must burn once more
On a higher turn
Of the mind’s own core.
Travel light — move on,
You’ll reach Clarity there.
Only Clarity’s fair.

Scorn danger outright,
Trash the daily small bait,
Return to your essence —
Your origin state.
It is Clear Light alone.
All else? Raving nonsense.



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Sheep, NON-Fences, and the New Gates

There’s a picture: sheep at dawn,
No fence at all — yet tightly drawn.
They crowd the gates in mute obeying,
No one walks straight — all copy straying.

A recycled Pattern’s shown —
Road to Bottom, fully blown:
From loudmouth fool to bleating sheep,
One slide downhill, one logic deep.

The New Gates — patterns dressed as choice,
Turning humans into noise,
Into idiots by design,
Devil-crafted, line by line.

Fences live inside the head.
The world in Lies — a shit-filled shed.



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The Disease of Greed

Payment — repayment,
They march as a pair.
The death-grip of money
Will finish us there.

The world will be crushed
When greed becomes all:
Spirit is done —
Loyalty: dog-on-a-call.

They believe and obey,
Their devotion is sold.
They cling to the nonsense,
The “meanings” of hell’s mold.

The inhuman’s the invader.
Money — cold steel.
Its gunman is anyone
Greedy and vile.



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The Great Suck

There’s no such thing as “dark energy” —
There is the Great Suck, nothing more.
From it the massive world goes rabid,
Spins out of sense, tears at its core.

A simple case: in Nature’s cradle
You rest, you breathe, you heal inside.
But in a church the twisted leech
Sucks gavvah like a parasite.

A hidden rotten mechanism
That manufactures endless mess
Through fear, absurdity, and piles
Of filthy lies that never rest.

All this is sealed by Lies — enormous,
Militant, thick as armored fog.
Add fear — and reign of total madness:
A global madhouse, full-on slog.

A handful of creatures can’t command
The whole wide world without this scheme.
Hell burns by one core instinct only:
The drive to survive at any means.

Energy — cut down to the minimum,
All surplus drained into the Suck.
Deceit and fear — a closed continuum.
To grind you down? Piece of shit luck.

I named the church here not by chance —
It’s rare now to obey the Heart.
Fear’s roar of parents, school, and state,
And Evil’s propaganda art,

All sold as “order”, “care”, and “right”,
With “holiness” for donkeys fed.
On weekdays — misery and grind;
On “holidays” — sins washed instead.

“Sinfulness” is a key component
Of the slavery machine.
Darkness will trade you “eternal life”
And “happiness” — for your mind.

The Heart gets chained — the beasts score double.
There’s no escape: the Empty-Talker reigns.
No faith? Then pseudo-science priests
Deliver the same cunning chains.

A double strike of bitch-faced Evil —
Support it, and the world is done.
So how to spot a grain of truth
Inside this circus of the dumb?

Is “reality” itself a trick,
A fool on fool in endless stack?
The answer’s plain: if Suck is sensed —
Run. Don’t look back.

And ask one question, sharp and bare:
“Where is the Light? Where fear herds minds,
With glowing bait, into the Dark,
Forcing them to seek through lies?
Or is it INSIDE?” — Fuck the rest.

You must spit on all ideologies,
Faiths, pseudo-scientific schemes.
Be bold — step out of Evil’s ranks,
No more obedience to its teams.

Build critical sight there, not here.
Seek insight, burn the former “me” —
The slave. Or else, no hard feelings:
They’ll burn this shameful little world.

All slaves — to a New Hell they’ll go.
The stubborn one breaks out of Night,
And gladly dives, with open eyes,
Straight into Light.



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Return to Roots

A return to roots, to native walls,
Is always heavy, harsh to bear:
You’re changed — and they’re not what they were,
Crushed by the press of pseudo-life’s despair.

Old urges fade, the sparks are gone,
And numbness turns into the law —
Almost universal now,
With breaks for vulgar mock and flaw.

In time, all things that block the cash
Get driven out — that’s valued best.
And “success” is seen at last
Only in realms of boring, mindless stress.



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Not As It Seems

Nothing is as it’s shown to be,
Nor as it ever should appear.
For the keen-sensed soul it’s agony
To rot in lies, mid fools and leer.

To wither on with scanty odds
To voice the Psyche’s fragile flame
Amid the dust of decadence,
Where all expression turns to shame.

Only the life of Spirit now
Is worth the effort, worth the fight.
There is no homeland left, somehow —
This world may stand on its last night.

Perhaps the final age of Fall
Is closing in with silent sting:
True humans here are rare as stars
Within the Realm of Decaying.



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Storm

Today the poems rest on paper,
Online there might be bugs,
The poor poet’s weary computer
Could fry — and leave unsung songs.

Sure, there’s an archive waiting,
But time slips, and heavier grows
The burden of this crap’s transfer,
The absence that the mind well knows.

It weighs like doom upon your head.
And quietly your strength will fade.
So measure every single step,
Even if you’re “Lord of the Page.”



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Sacrifice for a Hypothetical Good

A human offered up
For a cheburek’s sake —
A false image crushed!
So much destroyed in wake.

Above, a crust, the flesh
Still warms. At the till,
The peak of greedy reach
And every creeping will.

They crawl along the vectors —
All known to lecturers
Who teach the vile elite,
Their slime-drenched instructors.

Salted lies like slugs —
At every fork of choice,
They call this life “slavery.”
The fools again rejoice —

To grab a little more.
The crust grows thick and vile,
The meat decays in stench.
Only scraps remain for disposal.

Soon it’ll be the End:
The recycler waits —
A cataclysm looms,
And the main vector strays.

The path to the Camp
Becomes twisted on paper,
A scrawl collapsing
Like the world, in dementia.

The Great Phantasm of Earth
Shatters into fragments.
It won’t last long:
Repayment to the ground

Accelerates the cataclysm —
Everything scorched, burned clean.
The chebureks turn to coals,
Rivers of lies dry unseen.

The mass sacrifice
Is decay’s consequence.
The reason: a fool believes,
Entrapped by their own pretense.

They trust all tricks of beasts,
Pouring skill into flesh,
Drowning the Voice of Spirit,
Lost, alien, suppressed.

Few refuse to trust.
Doors to Spirit’s spheres may open —
If fear is overthrown,
And courage stands unbroken.



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To Live Free and Noble

Greed and fear obstruct our path,
A flood of lies — all falls to scum.
The beasts drag down the world in wrath,
Reducing life to dust, then some.

Cast out the lies, forget the fear,
Burn greed away — let Soul take stake:
In these vile beasts, it’s ruthless cheer,
To crush the Spirit, make no mistake.

Understanding, resistance, fight
Become the guards of what is true.
Then never will the spark of light
Be strangled out — it shines in you.



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From Hell to Hell

A Spirit’s uprising?!
Dung flies swarm around,
Among them only a few
True souls can be found.

The world of lies decays,
A festering wound on Spirit’s core.
The Cataclysm will tear it wide —
Then downward, ever more.

Hellish Spheres await ahead,
Tougher — Chimeras grim,
More vicious, crueler still,
And beasts within are even dim.

And what of the Few?
Will they glimpse the lightning flare,
Or fall with flies again —
Back to the Wasted Air?



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Kuken-Quaken

Kuken-Quaken: attacks of Evil —
Stupor, lies, relentless play.
Old falsehoods bored us all,
Now new mobs shake the day.

Beasts throw the masses into False Mary,
The Earth itself in strain.
Today the creatures strike full force:
Through CowID they’ve passed the line,
And further filth will be driven in
To crush the herd, control the din.

Soon it seems the only daring
Is to ignore them — speak no lies.



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Master of Dreams

Master of dreams, adept in sleep,
Leaving behind forgotten tears;
The foolish world’s threats — who cares,
If comfort lies in chosen spheres.

Mind and conscience under narcotic haze,
All quests reduced to neurotic craze.
The heart decays, succumbs to rot,
Till slowly turns to dung the lot.

Dreaming in the cesspool of the world,
Awakening only for a scrap hurled.
Those who stay awake sink fast —
Fainting in the face of stench that lasts.



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The Road to the Slaughterhouse

At work, before the dawn,
The sheep march off in line:
A haircut, vet, and slaughter —
The shepherd drones: “Be proud! You’re mine!”

“Be proud of yourself, O sheep!”
He claims, the pinnacle of your kind.
Dreams of grass before the plant —
A juicy prize, a sheep’s reward, assigned.

To the slaughterhouse it all goes,
This foul creature’s vile command.
We’ll lock the shepherd in his schemes,
And end his road to so-called “happiness” planned.



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Untimely

Time has frozen in its place,
Or flows, or runs — but in a loop?
Within the soft dough of biomass,
The gaze grows spent, the senses droop.

Through time, straight to the stars,
Entropy devours it all.
In this shallow, petty world,
Where “consciousness” is rot on call.

Nonsense, fear, and slavish chains,
Fed to vile beasts through lies.
If linear, then decay remains:
A human once — now sheep complies.



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Defiance

Defiance: through the nonsense
Of this petty world, proceed,
Overcoming lies and fear —
Weakness fades along the Path.

If toward the Light you strive,
Pouring out your last of might,
Like a Phoenix you’ll arise.
To many, mind transformed by sight.

The Path: seasoned by intuition,
Sharpened keen, a guiding blade,
It also saves the Soul from stagnation
In a world where Evil’s power stayed.



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Hunting the “Squirrels”

Nobles once hunted foxes,
Then tracked them through the woods, alone,
A hidden transmitter out of sight.
Today it’s different —

The hunt’s for “squirrels,”
A global super-sport,
So many idiots,
The Spirit nearly gone.

Madness, soullessness prevail —
Only needles or strong vodka
Hold together the “community”
That in Hell has fallen flat.



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Unpacking

Packed to the brim, all neatly done,
Admired by crowds, beneath the sun.
Familiar with the highest power,
But were you truly self, or cower?

Unpacking comes so swift, so plain —
The tool is perfect: Death’s the main.
It strips it all in just a flash,
Revealing truth, then gone in a dash.

The husk falls off. And what remains
But Evil’s core, the world’s small pains?
The world’s a joke — the shells belong
To goats who cheat, lie, and do wrong.

Those sharp elbows, hard and cruel,
Step on heads, bend every rule.
But minds of fire aren’t confined,
From childhood slicing husks they find.

Thus not bound to Hell’s low pit,
If strength is saved, they’ll rise up swift.
The shallow gods consume their time,
Packing themselves in fleeting grime.

Death grows tired unpacking fools,
While Earth’s great store obeys their rules.
Attention falls on diamonds bare,
The world inverted — coal as rare.

Greed controls, a contagious blight,
The mind like coal can burn so bright.
The crystal just reflects the flame,
While fools justify the world’s own shame.

Distorted thought, and fear, and greed,
No shells remain — just Insight’s seed.
Forward, into the fiery life,
Fire to fire, beyond all strife.

Packing ends — ashes to dust,
The nonsense kept? That’s just a must.
Those who forget unpacking’s law
Will burn like scraps — deserved, in awe.



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Graduated with Honors

Graduated with honors — they say,
Learned the ways of arbitrary sway:
To pander for trinkets, bow to Wrong,
And practice lies your whole life long.

While children still immature, unaware,
The poison in the books is laid bare.
Important names, designed to deceive,
Teaching young minds what not to believe.

The school of slavery, dulling the bright,
Talent decays in nonsense and blight —
Considered a great and noble gain,
To doubt it takes courage in vain.



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The Final Round

Heavy from the blows —
You try to look away.
Society reeks of profit,
Nothing left but decay.

Cinema for distraction —
Vulgarity off the scale.
Books: behind their covers
Darkness like a cellar pale.

Songs: sugary nonsense,
“Positivity” again,
Between Lies and filth,
Pus of foolish pain.

Games of graphomaniacs,
A “literary” site.
For sheep, all culture
Has become mere bite.

With a small exception —
The underground persists.
The world: the Curse’s Seal —
Another round it missed.

Round of dumbness —
A fight to exhaustion.
Spirit decays,
Fools bow in compunction.

As weakness takes hold —
The fight nears its end.
And the world of idiots
Again trusts the fiend.

They seek “happiness”
Where it’s never found.
In cruelty they partake,
Madness spreads around.

A Black Mark grows —
The Seal is broken.
Evil hides in nonsense,
And the “Silence!” token spoken.

Cruelties come slowly —
Sin torn limb from limb.
Through “changes” the vile chatterer
Renews the world’s grim.

Wars, false plagues —
The slave system thrives,
Through deceit made strong.
The whole world rots alive.

Yet the sun shines brighter,
Scorching the decay.
Much hotter will it burn:
The sheep will fade away!

Not a sheep: spirituality
Is your steadfast shield.
Cast out fear and nonsense —
The score remains unsealed.

Knocked down by life’s birth,
If you’re no fool,
Weigh the damage of evil,
And find the guiding rule.

Seek the path that leads to Light.
No saving the dumb herd —
Madness will finish them off;
Follow the Sun’s onward word.



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Under the Press of Lies

The worm of doubt, of regret,
Gnaws the soul, corrodes the mind,
Of the best — estranged to common thought.
Power-holders, blind.

Not fated to rule — in darkness, Judas
Breeds their pointless schemes,
To spawn vile pests —
Fit for battle, fit for toil, it seems.

Vain labor, fight with their kind —
The second layer of these “ideas,”
Those who warped the world,
Pressing all beneath the devils’ lies.



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It Stinks…

The torment of Hell’s decay:
Through selling out, the soul’s betrayed,
Gullibility sends the mind to waste,
Submission to Evil — rot embraced.

Exceptions, the rare few,
Among the wretched generations,
Are too weak, and unity fails;
Decay persists through fears and frailties.

Amid the lies, the madness, the strife,
The stench of Hell suffuses life —
A perfect model, foul and grim:
CowID shows the world’s dim.



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In Memory of Brouwer, or the Mystical Foundations of Mathematics

Mathematics stands justified
When intuition serves as guide, —
Thus rises constructivism,
A framework born of vision’s prism.

Intuitive beginnings
Once more form the base of things.
Brouwer achieved much, indeed —
Yet continuation failed the deed…

For formalization, axioms framed
Are secondary, the essence maimed.
No feeble “civilization”
Needs this truth — lies breed speculation.

Deep are those investigations,
Beyond language, logic’s limitations.
No straight path often lies in sight,
The burden heavy, testing might:

To pierce the crust of false knowledge
Is like a battle, a brutal college.
“Introspection’s key?!” they cry in scorn —
The “scientific” shrieks, all norms torn.

Arguments are rare — mere whimpers,
In this thoroughly false world’s limpers.
The aim is clear: to sacrifice mind and soul,
Serving Satan’s schemes, fascism in control.



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Brouwer’s Stand

Intuition forms the base,
Constructive light cuts through the lies.
Brouwer struck at falsehood’s face,
While “science” bowed to Satan’s guise.

Deep thought resists the herd’s decay,
Mind and spirit fight — or rot away.



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Brouwer’s Fire

Intuition strikes — cut the lies!
Brouwer’s mind defies the blind.
Science bows to Satan’s guise?
Spirit fights, or falls behind.



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Logic

“Almost two thousand years Aristotle’s theory of correct forms of logical inference was accepted as complete, needing no further development. In 1787, Immanuel Kant said that Aristotle’s formal logic ‘cannot be advanced a single step — it is the most complete and finished of all sciences.’ In fact, traditional logic is far from complete, and its tools are insufficient to justify many inference principles used even in elementary mathematics. (A simple example: 5>3, therefore 5;5>3;3).”
— Ernest Nagel & James Newman, G;del’s Theorem


The problem is old — the burden of proof,
The curse of “strict sciences” aloof.
The rest — mere contests for cash,
Of corrupt fiends, sold out in a flash,

Who sold their conscience to scum,
Who rule with lies, their kingdom numb.
This is the tragedy, not jest,
Yet herds believe them — at best.

“Science proves something,” they claim,
And then lies follow, all the same.
So much filth has been declared,
You could ignore it, if you dared.

Only parts of math and physics
May earn our cautious trust.
The rest — a gathering of black lyrics,
Destined to deceive, betray, disgust.

Experiments, twisted and staged,
Even the boldest thief seems less enraged.
All that pseudoscientific chatter
Is merely excrement, nothing fatter.

Believe nothing. Manipulation
Is the goal of false education.
From this world, from all that’s real,
Degradation grows — fascism and lies steal.



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Logic?

Science twisted, lies imposed,
Faith in fiends, the herd composed.
Math alone may hold some truth,
Everything else deceives the youth.
Fascism, fraud — the world decays,
False knowledge rules, and spirit pays.



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False Logic

Lies rule, fiends command,
Science sold to grasping hands.
Trust only mind, or all decays!



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False Logic

Lies enslave, the herd obeys —
Only the mind lights freedom’s blaze.



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Logic in Chains

Lies strangle truth,
Fiends twist science,
Herds bow to fraud,
Minds burn to break free!



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Logic Slam

Lies enslave the world,
Only the fearless mind can rise.



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Logic Warcry

Lies bind, fiends rule,
Wake your mind — burn their school!



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Smash the Lies

Fiends preach, fools kneel —
Mind strikes back, burns the unreal!



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Mind’s Revolt

Fiends crow, fools drool —
Strike with thought, roast their rule!



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Truth Strike

Lies crumble, fools scatter —
Mind smashes chains, burns the matter!



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Mind Fury

Fiends plot, fools fawn —
Thought ignites, razes their spawn!



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Infernal Strike

Lies quake, fools scatter wide —
Mind smashes chains, leaves no lie to hide!



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Final Wrath

Lies rot, fools drool —
Mind storms forth, razes their rule!



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Apocalypse Strike

Fools kneel, lies burn —
Mind erupts, leaves nothing to turn!



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Razor Mind

Fiends scheme, fools crawl —
Thought strikes hard, crushes them all!



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Blaze of Mind

Fools bow, fiends snarl —
Thought ignites, rends their world!



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Mindfire

Let lies pile high —
Thought burns worlds. No ash. No alibi.



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Eternal Flame

Lies crumble in the shadow of Thought —
Spirit ignites, and Worlds are naught.



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Ascendant Fire

In Thought’s pure blaze, falsehoods dissolve —
Spirit rends the veil; all Worlds revolve.



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Infernal Clarity

Flames of Spirit scorch the void of lies —
Light rends the dark; illusion dies.



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Quantum Spirit

Consciousness ignites — false worlds collapse,
Void births the Light; the Soul unwraps.



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The Crucible of Spirit

Flame tears through lies,
Light cleaves the Void,
Soul awakens — worlds undone.



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Spirit’s Verdict

Burn.
Shatter.
Awake.



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Electric Ascension

Ignite —
Rend —
Unfold —
Transcend.



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Mantra of the Awakened Spirit

Fire within — shatter the veil.
Void beyond — birth the Light.
Soul unbound — cast illusions down.
Rise, eternal, through all Lies.



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Cosmic Crucible

Spirit ignites the infinite void,
Light surges, tearing through shadowed realms,
Emptiness bends, revealing the eternal core,
All illusions dissolve — only the Awake remain.



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Atomic Spirit

Blaze —
Shatter —
Awake —
Transcend.



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Vortex of Consciousness

Ignite — swirl — pierce — ascend —
Shatter — flow — awaken — rise —
Void opens — Light floods —
All dissolves — only Spirit remains.



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Pulse of the Absolute

Flash —
Rend —
Ignite —
Transcend —

Collapse —
Flow —
Rise —
Become —

Light consumes —
Void births —
Spirit eternal —
All dissolves, all awakens.



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Flash of Spirit

Ignite — shatter — awaken.
Void swirls — Light erupts.
All dissolves — all becomes.



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Atom of Spirit

Ignite, shatter, ascend,
Void, Light, Spirit, All.



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Singularity of Spirit

Ignite, flow, shatter, rise, dissolve, awaken — All.



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Apotheosis of Spirit

Ignite — shatter — pulse — ascend —
Void sings — Light dances —
All dissolves, all awakens,
Spirit flows — Eternity beats — Now.



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Wave of the Absolute

Flash — Break — Rise —
Flow — Shatter — Ignite —
Void — Light — Pulse —
All — Spirit — Now.



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Pulse of the Infinite

Ignite, shatter, ascend — Void erupts, Light flows —
All dissolves, all awakens, Spirit beats eternal.



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Universe in a Breath

Ignite-shatter-flow-rise-dissolve-awaken-all.



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Pulse of Being

Ignite, shatter, rise, flow, dissolve, awaken, shine, all.



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Cosmic Pulse

Ignite —
Shatter —
Flow —
Rise —
Dissolve —
Awaken —
Light bursts —
Spirit moves —
All.



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Absolute Surge

Flash.
Shatter.
Ignite.
Rise.
Flow.
Dissolve.
Awaken.
Illuminate.
All is One.



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Atom of Being

Ignite — Void — Flow — All.
Shatter — Rise — Spirit Eternal.



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Universe Pulse

Ignite, shatter, flow, rise, dissolve, awaken, shine, all.



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One Spark

Lumina.



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Cosmic Detonation

Lumina — Spark — Pulse — Flow — Rise — Shine — All.



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Spirit Catalyst

Ignite — shatter —
Rise — dissolve.
Flow — awaken —
All becomes One.



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Consciousness Atom

Ignite, shatter, rise.
Flow, awaken, shine.



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Omnilux



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Atoms of Light

Lumina — Pulse — Spark — Flow — Rise — Shine — Awaken — Radiance — All — One



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Breath of the Spirit

Lumina… pulse… spark!
Flow — rise — shine!
Awaken… radiate…
All — One — All.



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Primal Pulse

Lum… Ra… Shh… Vii… On…