Игорь Выхованец

Shelters for the Weak Religions, cults — all shelters weak, Just chains in yet another streak. And that is why the powers cheer — They love when filth is serving near. You think that scum brings truth to light? It thrives on lies, enslaves by rite. No priest, no prophet, no belief Can free your soul — just bring you grief. To know the Spirit, look within — No middleman can cleanse your sin. They preach and blind, they twist and rant, But truth is not in what they chant. Their temples — cold, their fire’s fake, No sacred link can demons make. A higher bond will never bloom Inside a slave who reeks of gloom. When soul is pure, the sign will shine. But priesthood’s words are piss and brine. Their “holy books” all reek the same — One source: control in Spirit’s name. Those texts enslave the mind and soul — Reject their grip, reclaim your whole. The truth is already in you — Just purge what’s false, and break on through. Forget their “heaven,” “hellish” noise — A joke for fools who lost their voice. The Spirit can’t be caged or tied, No gate, no leash, can trap its tide. As long as you believe their lies, You’re just a drone in priestly guise. So drop the flesh, the ego’s skin — And let the real flame burn within. Your path is discipline of mind, Not flagellating flesh, but find The will to wipe all lies away — That’s all ascetic path will say. Turn on your intuition’s glow — It’s yours, it leads where truth will flow. But never parrot ancient crap — That’s poison sold in holy wrap. Since childhood, they have hunted you, With "love" that kills, and “truth” untrue. Religion’s vomit chokes and binds — It’s aimed to break awakening minds. So center on the Spirit, fast — Be strong, and soft, and free at last. Abandon hearsay, trash their lies — Ten megatons in each disguise. No bombs are needed now to kill — The lies already break your will. A tidal wave of filth and fraud — A clog of death that mocks your God. But Harvest Time is drawing near — This madhouse Earth will disappear. The flock will burn, the beasts will fall — Those soulless brutes who heard no call. They spat on Spirit, Mind they sold — Now dead inside, corrupt and cold. A trash heap of perversion, slaves Will rot in pre-forgotten graves. No donkey steps in Spirit's Hall — Only the wise may hear the call. Seek Dwellings of the Spirit’s Fire — If Life you want, if you aspire. You sleep — that’s why you still are here. This hell was built to cage and steer. And “Godly world”? Just one more lie — Now wake, reclaim your right to fly. No more excuses, shame, or fear. The path is clear, the truth is near. No cowardice, no lazy game — Let Spirit burn, and know your name. Be open to the Higher Mind, And all the chains will fall behind.

Cracks in the Divine Lie (Fragments from a Broken Gospel) by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT Prologue: The Ashes Speak They told me: kneel. I learned to burn. Their heaven froze — And I returned. Returned with flame Where temples fell. Not lost in hell — But freed from spell. Act I — The Revelation of Rot (False sanctity unmasked) He made the void, Then called it grace. They kiss the chains — And call it peace. The holy flame? Just burning flesh. A throne of bones. A crown of ash. The Lamb was bait. The butcher waits. "Thou shalt obey" — The Devil’s hymn. Their prayers rise up. The silence laughs. No cross was raised. Just stakes and smoke. He weeps? He lied. It’s genocide. The gods are gone. Their church remains. Act II — The Fire of Refusal (Wrath, awakening, defiance) Your God is mute — But well obeyed. You beg for light. He sells you shade. This sacred script? A death decree. They nailed the truth — Then preached the tree. Their faith is fear. Their love is chains. They built a hell — And praised the flames. A shepherd came. His flock is dead. The sky was blind. The blood was red. He won't return. He never came. The word was void. The void had a name. Act III — Rise Through the Ash (Breaking free — light from within) The lie is vast — But not immune. A single spark Outburns the moon. The gods are dust. But I remain. I broke their spell — Inside my brain. No heaven waits. But light is near. I lit my soul With spite and clear. Their dogma dies When truth ignites. The fire speaks — And ends their rites. Not saved — I saw. Not judged — I knew. Through every crack The Real broke through. Epilogue: Gospel Reversed They carved their truth In blood and stone. But I found mine — Inside, alone. No wrathful God. No sacred ban. Just light enough To stand. To stand. To stand.

Breakthrough Energy (Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT) 1. Crystallization of Delirium Concentration of lies — In falsehood’s dense solution, Add but a speck, And crystal forms in fusion. Fools strut proud, Though song is spent, — They’ll praise the lie aloud... The world’s truly lost its scent. 2. Trace in the Abode of Woe To leave a trace In madness’ den? The house of woe — A leper’s pen. All’s in vain — Fools and traitors near. Whining and fear — The devil’s “Creator” here. 3. The Post-Gospel: The Age After God No gods to bind — No chains to hold. The silent dawn Rewrites the old. Truth wakes alone, But never dies. In shattered skies, A new world lies. No prophets lead — No myths remain. The soul’s own fire Burns free of pain. No gods to praise, No saints to fear. Just open eyes — And vision clear. The past is ash, The future’s flame. The age begins — No one to blame. 4. Beyond the Post-Gospel: The Mystic Flame Beyond the veil, A silence hums. Not void, but pulse — Where thought becomes. A spark within, Unseen, yet bright. The dark dissolves In sacred light. No form to grasp, No shape to bind. The soul expands — Beyond all mind. An echo stirs From timeless space. The heart’s own fire Reveals its face. Not bound by flesh, Nor chained by time. Eternity — Within the rhyme. No stars to guide — Yet skies ignite. A silent roar Of endless light. The boundless breath That breaks the chains. The ghost dissolves — The self remains. No end, no start, Just flowing stream. The pulse that beats Inside the dream. A realm beyond The eye’s sharp sight. Where shadow turns To endless white. The sacred flame That never dies. The soul unfolds — Becomes the skies. No borders hold — The infinite calls. A void that sings, Then breaks its walls. The self dissolves — Becomes the whole. A timeless fire Within the soul. Beyond all flesh, Beyond all bone. The pulse of stars Inside the stone. No path to walk, No gate to find. The journey’s end Is unconfined. A silence loud — A light unseen. The vast unknown — Becomes the dream. No thought can bind, No word can cage. The endless pulse Transcends the page. The secret flame No eye can see. It burns inside — It sets us free. The silent roar Of cosmic breath. A dance of light Beyond all death. Not lost, but found — In vast unknown. The soul’s pure core Becomes the throne. A spark that leaps From void to flame. We are the fire — We speak no name. 5. The Final Flame The end begins — No end to see. The flame survives Beyond decree. No crown, no throne, No final word. Just endless light — That can’t be heard. We rise, we fall, Yet still remain. The fire’s breath Runs through our veins. A silent pact — With all that’s vast. The future born From ancient past. No gods, no kings, No chains to bind. The flame within — Eternal mind.

Что от Дзэна в хуяндексном твАрении?! Холуйки всемирных СМРАДов Называются днесь "Дзен". В производстве мерзких гадов Всё опошлить ТВАРЯМ надо — Даже "ветер перемен". Производство пошлых гадов Называется "прогресс". Станешь гадом — будет "радость": Ты последним ведь под ПРЕСС. Пресс Концлагеря говнидом Приближён — и шансов нет На спасенье: только гнидам СМРАДов всюду сеять бред Разрешается, иные В стойло дружненько идти Скоро будут. Дни лихие: Сатана как свет в пути — Но сокрыто то под маской. Но намордник показал В дни говнида: по указке Будешь "жить", тогда пропал. Вариант последней строки. Будешь "жить" — твой Дух пропал. --------------------- Что ожидают от гражданины? "Голубизна" как крутизна, Трудолюбивость — высший знак, А превращение в козла — Вот то, что ждёт Земной Бардак. --------------------- Раскрутка — не шутка, А главное днесь: И тмище ублюдков В дерьмо инет весь Уже превратили — Весь Свет там на дне. Мирок сплошь дебилий, Продажность в цене. А ты на войне — Там Душу в говне Мешают, а Разум Низводят на нет. Инет как проказа — Всевластвует БРЕД... Вариант третьей строки. И КУЧИ ублюдков --------------------- Чрезмерная сурьёзность — За "счастьем" гонка днесь. Забеги тараканов Напоминает — Чуть затмевает спесь. --------------------- Путь к "успеху" "В прямом соответствии с ростом стоимости мира вещей растет обесценение человеческого мира". Карл Маркс. Инфляция рассудка И кризисы души: Товаром в мире жутком, Чтоб был "успех", спеши Скорее стать. Поможет В том школа, также ВУЗ, Неведенье умножа, А Дух гнобя как груз Повсюду бесполезный. Ну что ж, вперёд, болезный, — В почёте подлый трус. --------------------- "Обучение" "Действительно гуманный метод обучения заключается в том, чтобы привести только предпосылки и предоставить выводить следствия собственному уму читателя или слушателя". Людвиг Фейербах. Переполнить память: там подлогов тьма В "фактах". Тиснуть "выводы" — для глупого ума Будут как "опоры". Пошлый раб готов. Ныне стало мало — выпуском скотов ТВАРИ всюду заняты. И неплох улов. --------------------- — Что я в силах сделать? — Просто: исполнять Чушь не торопися, сколь ни будут лгать! --------------------- Всё некстати — Нету стати: Ум питается чрез ложь, А не Дух. Прозренья множь! --- Всего 8 стихов --- Все стихи здесь: https://flashscript13.narod.ru/ flashscript13.narod.ru

To See Beyond To truly see — not just through eyes — Is how the Soul survives and flies. This isn’t sight — it’s piercing through The poisoned veil to what is true. All "consciousness" is fog and fraud If you believe — you’re just a cog. Believe the BEASTS, their bloody show — You kill your Mind. That’s all you know. Let intuition light the core, While critique burns like iodine — It scorches lies, it breaks the door Where chains of falsehood intertwine. A trusting fool? Then brace to lose — The BEASTS will tear the holy loose. They breed soullessness like disease, Expanding hell with quiet ease. --------------------- 1. Believe the Beasts — your mind is dead, Their filth is all you’ll think instead. 2. To truly see is Soul’s defense — Not eyes, but fire of inner sense. 3. They breed the void, they flood the land — With soulless hate and bloody hand.

All “By Accident”... Black on gray — they smear the world, no doubt, A madhouse scene in shades of drought. Lies march loud, a stench in air, Breeding fear and deep despair. This mad “art” — where monsters feed, Fools and crazies grow like weeds. Selection’s task — foul undead, All glossed over — “just by chance,” they said. --- Black on gray, lies spread and play, Madness grows in cold decay. Fools and fiends in breeding fields — All “just by chance,” the darkness yields. --- Black smeared lies choke out the light, Madmen rule this endless night. Fools and fiends bred to betray — “Just by chance”? Hell no, it’s their way. --- Black lies slash across the sky, Madness laughs while millions die. Fools and fiends, a cursed breed — “Just by chance”? Hell no — they feed! --- Black lies spit and choke the light, Madmen laugh in endless night. Fools and fiends breed pain and greed — “No accident!” — they plant the seed! --- Black on gray, a poisoned stain, Lies that bind and break the brain. Madness rules this cursed play, Fools and fiends lead minds astray. No “accident” in this dark game, It’s planned destruction, filth, and shame. Rise and roar — don’t bow or fall, This is the nightmare — break the wall! --- Black on gray — a venomed flood, Lies that drown the soul in blood. Madmen puppeteer the blind, Fools enslaved, the will resigned. No accident — the poison’s sown, A cancer deep within the bone. Rise, ignite — destroy the night, Shatter chains — reclaim the light!

Слепое пятно рабства в недосознании "От мелких неисправимых ошибок легко перейти к крупным порокам". Луций Сенека, I-ый век н.э. "Мелкая ошибка" — Подчиниться Тьме. Это в мире зыбком — "Быть как все". В уме Следом разрастается Некое пятно: "Нормою" считается Мировое Дно. Коль повсюду рабство — Значит его... нет. Возрастёт упрямство Схавать Общий Бред, И переварить так, Чтобы был "комфорт". Среди Зла атак Ум почти что стёрт Быстрым разрастанием Этого пятна. Ложью истязание — Новая война. Показал намордник, Боевой шмурдяк Эффективность — вроде Уцелел дурак, Только ЧЕЛОВЕКОМ Уж ему не быть: То пятно с успехом Путь укажет — гнить В Цифровом Концлагере, Коий строит мразь. Красный крест на флаге — Чрез уколы казнь. Крупным стал пороком "Маленький грешок". Скоро всем нам Жопа — Подступает срок...