Псевдо-любовь в Лживом Аду

Серая Зона —
Длится эоны.
Лишь в черноту
Тяга — к скоту.




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The Grayest Zone —
Ages have flown.
Only the black
Pulls the herd back.



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MEANING-less

Lose "life’s meaning"—
Do not seek.
Vanish, leaving
Crowds behind—be free.

Rise above
All sense and thought,—
Purest Spirit,
Bound by naught.

Life’s a glitch,
A bug that spread,
While the servants
Are misled.

You’re near-code,
They serve the Lie.
Donkey’s Path?
Then wave goodbye.

Donkey’s Path—
To darkness sworn,
Serving Beast,
By numbers torn.

Six-six-six?
A joke to sell.
Six’s a pawn,
Doomed to hell.

Prisons grow—
Digital chains.
"Zero-zero…"
Glitch remains.

Cycle’s closed,
The reset near.
Lost in meanings,
Buried here.

Light beyond
All sense and scheme—
There’s the path
To Worlds Supreme.



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The Golden Key

You won’t find that key,
Cheap and bright as gold.
Turn inside—be free,
Let your soul unfold.

Wealth’s within, yet lies
Rot the world outside.
Since your youth, unwise,
You have chased the bribe.

Tricks replace the mind,
Falsehood blinds the way.
Truth is left behind,
Masked in grand display.

Honor doesn’t pay—
So you play the game.
Fake it all the way,
Lie without a shame.

Soon you'll lose your pride,
Conscience fades to dust.
But you’ll rise so high—
In deceit they trust.

Youthful flames burn out,
Tamed into a beast.
"Joyful life," they tout—
Half a man at least.

Cross the line—too late,
There's no turning back.
Now you serve their fate,
Tied into the pack.

Strong ones—you devour,
Yet to them, you’re scum.
What went wrong? The power
Of the Spirit’s numb.

So while young, decide—
Walk the path with might!
Leave the filthy tide,
Stand—a mountain bright!



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Ruling of inhumans with the stranglehold of lies

A noose drawn tight—
Lies smother all.
Mind fades from sight...
Inhuman rule,
The people fall.

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A noose is tight —
Lies choke the air.
All fades from sight...
Dark rules ensnare.



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Псевдо-любовь в Лживом Аду

Сомненья пестуй, не "любовь":
Наврут с три короба всем вновь,
И будешь снова безоружным
Пред Злом тлетворным, подлым, дружным...



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False Love in a Lying Hell

Let doubt be nurtured, not "true love"—
Their lies will flood the world above,
And once again you'll stand alone
Before the ruthless Evil's throne...



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