Shelters for the Weak

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.