Что, где, когда? ерунда. Как? творчество

Что, где, когда? — ерунда. Как? — творчество

Когда? — не важно. Что? — да ну!
А где? — без разницы. Тону
Я в ерунде. Вопросом "как?"
Ты озаботься, чтоб Бардак
Хоть как-то в норму привести,
Ведь умным с ним не по пути.




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What, Where, When?—Just Nonsense. How?—Creation

When?—Who cares. And What?—No use.
Where?—It’s pointless. I deduce
I’m drowning deep in senseless mess.
Ask "How?" instead, to fix the stress—
To bring some order to the strife,
For chaos won’t align with life.



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Students of Goebbels

Hitler knew, and Goebbels taught,
That people err—no second thought.
The bigger the lie, the easier to bind
Fools in herds with help fragile minds.

Lock them up like beasts in cages,
Feed them lies through endless stages.
Turn them on each other’s kin—
Fascism thrives where fools give in.

Is Goebbels dead? Not quite the case—
His pupils thrive in every space.
Refined the craft, their vile "progress":
Genocide and moral regress.

The world’s a prison, cold and gray,
Few minds are clear—most rot away.
One sane voice, a bullet’s prey—
The masses? Lost, led astray.

Prisoners crowded, “cared for” in chains,
Idiots lulled by crafted gains.
Hitler never screamed, "I'll slay!"
He promised fools success... his way.



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An Adult? A Vile Fool!

Adult? A crude and foolish pawn!
Not a people—just a throng.
No prospects, no way clear—
Only savage years draw near!



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Transformation by Mud

Filth as school,
Sense destroyed.
Rot’s the rule—
Decay employed.



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Circles of Hell

Believed the lie—got torn apart,
Believed again—a foolish heart.
Within the cycle, trapped, alone,
One more circle, then you're thrown:

CowID’s marked, the system's vile—
Hell loops endlessly, mile by mile.
Only Death can grant release;
For crawling worms, Hell won’t cease.

Dante, sadly, had it wrong:
One circle spins, relentless, long.
Caught in Evil's twisted snare,
You kill your soul by staying there.

But Death will guide the soul to Light,
If you’re not blind to wrong from right.
Reject the filth, the vile disguise—
Seek truth beyond the worldly lies.



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