The Core of It All
You can punch your neighbor’s face—
Cops are harder to abase.
Let the slaves release their steam—
That’s the core of every scheme.
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The Only Choice
To choose your chains—your will must bend,
All else is lies they preach and send.
A false choice fools the blind and weak—
Life reduced to hollow bleak.
But once you make the choice that's true,
Say "No!" and let your soul break through,
Life won’t twist to “either-or,”
Your path is clear, your heart knows more.
You'll hear the voice you need inside,
The truth that whispers, pure and bright.
The Monad speaks—its light will guide,
And through the dark, you’ll find your sight.
No light in chains—just endless night,
No way back once you take flight.
Stand like a rock midst evil’s game—
And laugh at choices built on shame.
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The Hard Search for "Good"
"Think of something bright!"—
Hard to see the light,
Once you've grown up tall
And don't lie at all.
Truth became your guide,
Yet the world is bad—
Hell was set as home
Since the day you had.
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The Slaughterhouse
Trust in the twisted, obey and consume,
Stack up your money, toil till you’re through.
Poison the world into filth and doom—
Outer and inner—one follows two.
Fear and deception will shrink every soul,
Like leather worn till it’s brittle and tight.
Once it collapses, the sheep as a whole
March to the slaughterhouse—lined up just right.
Wars full of meat, yet too few remain,
Drunk on the poison, we stumble and fall.
Ravaging nature, we lost all but shame—
Mere tools in the grip of devils tall.
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Prometheus
Your life’s a chain, a doomed crusade,
Like Prometheus, betrayed.
An eagle tears your soul apart—
By devil’s will, it plays its part.
They call themselves the gods of fire,
Yet rule through greed and dark desire.
"Success" is just a downward climb—
A pyramid of filth and grime.
To steal the Flame—of all the crimes,
None worse exists in cursed times.
But if you share it, truth will rise,
And burn deceit before their eyes.
Betrayal fuels the ones on top,
Their lies demand you kneel and stop.
Submission, faith in hollow lore—
The food that feeds the wretched floor.
For those below, there’s no release,
Just rot disguised as life and peace.
A swarm of lice in filth confined,
In hellish muck, yet calling it life.
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Idiocy
"Idiocy protects from suicide."
—David Durkheim
Despair that drowns you, deep and stark,
When all feels rotten, cold, and dark,
Where even pillows seem like blades—
The fate of those whose soul still fades.
But fools? They have no weight to bear,
No thoughts that pull them to despair.
Their "happiness" is safe and sweet—
Work, get married, chase receipts.
Stack up cash, embrace your fears,
Stay blind to madness through the years.
Yet all will wake upon the block—
Death and rot, the final shock.
A world where idiots suppress
The ones who think—their minds compressed.
Through lies, the masters guide their course—
A sugar-coated whip, of course.
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The Difference Between Steaming Off and Burning
"All the darkness in the universe cannot extinguish a single candle."
—Chinese Proverb
Ignite! Burn bright! Let flames arise,
And light up countless kindred eyes.
This is your answer to the slaves
Who sold their souls in shadowed caves.
The dark has swallowed many whole,
Yet fire can't be chained or tamed.
A spirit pure, a burning soul—
Won't rot among the weak and maimed.
Let flames engulf, let fire spread,
For Spirit’s strength will never break.
But cowards only vent their steam—
And fade into the dark they make.
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You're burning up? Well, what a plight—
The body sees no need for flame.
It craves its meals, its luck, its might,
And keeps its schedule just the same—
Or skips a meal to stay so light.
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Almost a Workout...
For relief—just exercise.
Better yet—run for your life!
New world order, no disguise—
Demons build a slave’s delight.
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Through the Dream strides, cold and grim,
Armageddon, dark and dim.
Those who wake—beware the fight!
Those asleep—hail chains so tight.
--- Total 10 poems. ---