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mind-sear,
a cold dark in -
bone-crushing, frigid doom;
mind-bending, searing and unending -
a fume
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- too much, too little, never where it should be
war that ends only at death -
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Psychology kicked God out
No need. No need for His universal principles. Never.
Never. Here is the psychology. This is. No God.
Psychology is the spiritual top. God is nothing
“You are not right. Psychology is not spiritual.”
“Psychology is serving an unknown power.”
Yes. But who pays for the psychology? And why?
“You know. A long time ago.” Not exactly. I have two options.
“Tell me.” The House and an unknown group. “And a third?”
Good question. But there is the third. You mean altogether.
No. My answer is no. I am a soul. I don’t need poison.
No psychology. Never. I need Nature. God. Life.
“You don’t need these psychologists.” Never. I am forever.
“That’s right.” Said Master Satan.
But who legitimized psychology?
“The House.”
Disguising Interview
“Tell me what happened”, said Satan.
Hmm. I went to an interview at a company.
“Where?” In the Park Royal Industrial Park.
“What company is it?” I'll tell you later.
“So, what happened?” Asked Master Satan.
I rang the bell. A man was let into the building.
A worker. Warehouse worker. Middle-aged man.
He took me into the canteen. He sat me down.
He sat me down at a table. There was only one chair
Positioned in front of the door of the toilet, beside the table
One table. One chair. “Interview with one chair??
I arrived earlier. Ten minutes. I sat there for more than twenty
Nobody came. “Continue, please.” During this time, I was monitored
“From the camera?” Also. During this time, men walked in and out of the toilet
And all of them watched me. All of them were… “I understand.”
How these men look like?” Manly. Aggressive. And other…
“Did someone talk to you?” No. Nobody. I left the building.
“This was a psychological test. In the UK. You are a victim.”
Of English Psychology. “Yes.”
I don’t need
Psychological
Auschwitcz
In my life
“That’s
Right”
I wake and feel my body speak before my mind—
a knot in the gut, a pulse in the throat,
something twisting, but with no word to match it.
It’s like being haunted by emotions I cannot name,
ghosts tugging the curtains, unseen, unspoken.
When my mother wept, I watched her mouth move
and felt only a vacancy in my chest,
as if the room where love should echo
was padded, soundproof.
I learned to survive by silence—
to keep the storm behind glass,
to let my face be still while the air burned.
There was never language for the ache
that came when someone said, I love you,
only a pause, a small, embarrassed smile,
as if they’d asked me to translate thunder.
What caused it?—
years of swallowing what could not be said,
a father’s voice that made feelings dangerous,
a mother’s grief that had no door.
It is the body closing shop for the night
while the heart keeps working in the dark,
sorting the unspeakable into bones and breath.
And still, some days,
I can almost hear the words behind the wound—
tiny animals scratching to get out,
the first syllables of the self I never learned to name.
Abolished Private Life
“Where? Where is it?” Asked my Satan. Master Satan.
Hmm. It is a good question. I haven’t. It. A private life.
One's own life. I can’t close the door of my life. Broken.
“Broken.” Yes. “Broken?” Yes. “Why?” They broke in.
“Into. But who?” Psychologists. “English?” You know
The answer. You know. Yes. “You don’t need them?”
Never. Why? This is an ultra nazi psychology. No nature.
“Why?” No nature. Means. Not natural. “Not natural?” Yes.
“Then what?” No face. “No face?” They have a mask.
“They have a mask. What kind of?” Lamb. Inside evilish.
“Hmm.” Yes. This is the reality—workers of a power.
“What power?” It wants to bring the world under its rule.
“What do you mean exactly?” It wants to overwrite everything.
All the political, social, religious, and economic systems.
A universal psychology, which is complex to drive everything.
And this is a mind control system too. So dangerous. Harm.
Self-driving system later. Automatic.
And you have no life anymore. Own.
Yes, my dear Master Satan.
I lost my life. “No. You have.
Own. One's own. I keep it.”
“Enjoy.”
Thank you.
“Nice.”
Overregulated World
Headache, stress, pushing, and suffering in this life
Where do we want to go in our world? Who drives it? And where?
I see. The reality. Into the destruction. Wars. Death
The average person feels the competition, pressure
Daily. Its fate. Looks normal. Isn’t that? Destroyed mind
Part of a dying civilisation. The life of the person. Hmm
He wants to live. She wants to live. But there is no own life
We create prisons for the future, for the next generations
“No. It’s not true. You are not right”. Said my Master Satan
“Bad system drives humanity. Economically. Psychologically.
And politically. But. Psychology drives all of them. Criminals.”
So, this is the reality. An unknown interest group drives the people
“Yes. First method, the psychological way. Make power on minds.”
They are behind the psychology. These criminals. Dark hyenas
But what is the best way?
“Create a new world. Totally. Absolutely”
But how? What is the method?
“The health anarchy.”
Said it, Master Satan
Nazis
Nazi society
Unfortunately they exist
Always
Mental poisons
They think they can
Rule over people
They are different nazis
Yes. They are psychologists
Some of them work for nazis
Psychologists want to drive the people
It’s a crime. Psychology is power, and money
Psychologists come from their psychological society
Psychologists want to rule humanity
Psychological society
Want to rule humanity
Psychologists are
Nazis
No psychology
In my life
I want God
My honest confession
I hate the modern psychology to death
I hate
I hate
I want to destroy the modern psychology
I hate
I hate
I want to live without modern psychology
I hate
I hate
I want to be free. A human. Without psychology
I hate
I hate
I hate the modern psychology. Mental poison. Crime
I hate
I hate
The modern psychology
The poison
Mental
Why? Asked Mester
Because it goes against my views. I answered
But not all the psychologists are the same. Master said
I understand. I am sorry. I answered
It's okay. Master replied
You clear your mind
Of indecision, as the birds
Fly dreamily over the supple trees
There's a benefit in it
In believing in thoughts drifting in
Reasoning like a wizard
Carefully concocting beneficial magic
There's a pall of sullen clouds
That can always make a skygazer blue
You mustn't be that pall-sensitive
Choosing the sink-hole over the daisy
You use logic to piece together
Never take your ships of boldness apart
Like a pointless wrecker
Working on hull and masts
Sprits and jibs, the cordage & anchor
You clear your mind and find your guts
The birds send you a message
You settle into for your melodious tunes
The death of love
Love is blocked, too many rights
I can’t touch. I can’t talk, say anything
Man has no law. I need another world
Must destroy the present one. We love
Human-made laws never control us
Adam is the law. God is the law
Modern laws killed the loves
That’s why in the crisis, humans. Humanity
Psychology is blocking the river of life
Psychology and law. Legalized crimes
Religion, God's instructions are life. Love
Never follow human-created laws. God is on
Wake up. Dead the love. I am the last one who called
Death of love’s smell is air. Don’t be too late
Follow God. Follow Eve and Adam
There was no psychology in their time
People were healthy
From God’s laws
Killed by the psycholgy
The Love
Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace the night.
Oh, what a maze of love and pain,
Where loss feels certain, joy feels vain.
Am I my foe? It seems I am—
I wound myself before you can.
And still, from every scar I bear,
A strange, fierce love grows stronger there.
Shall I once more embrace the fall,
And risk the shatter, lose it all?
For even if my heart should break,
It’s mine to lose, my choice to make.
And now I wonder, endlessly—
If meant to be… must still be free?
In playful hands of fate we sway,
Like toys upon her woven way.
In dreams that haunt and softly gleam,
Such visions stir—a waking dream.
Oh, destiny, if you are kind,
Let me slip through thy sleeping mind,
To see if there, the scene I see,
Plays out within the reverie.
Archangel, if your grace allows,
Unfold this truth beneath your vows.
The Killers of Happiness
Psychologists didn’t want my life, because I love God
They didn’t want my life here.– I respect the ancient past
The modern psychology tramples my life, because I love God
God gave my life; he created. Not a man, not a human. God didn’t create
He is eternal, I am not evil, but this is my life. God gave life
Not for psychology. Never. Just for the live. The life
Yes, life is pure without psychology. Psychology is demonic
Must
Destroyed
Life
Is winner
God, I know you do a lot for me, please forgive me
Never
Never
But
Destroy
This psychology
I don’t need
Parasites
In my life
God, I know I am a curse of your creation
God!
Never love me!
Just do justice!
Your commands are trampled underfoot by modern psychology
I am suffering
God, I suffer from modern psychology.
Because I love You
God
I am a victim
Of
Psychology
God is My Sin
I became a defendant. Socially indictee
Because I don’t accept the immorality of modern psychology
God created the two parts of life. Man and woman. For life, for life
I believe it
The Bible is my witness
Psychology cannot rule life
Only God
I surpassed father
though the path was treacherous
and filled with mirrors
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