Игорь Выхованец, стихи 7701-7800

Игорь Выхованец, стихи: 7701-7800



Inflating Lies

They'll sell you “life that never ends”—
Just don’t complain—obey, be still.
Saint Peter, holding keys, will send
The final sum to match the bill.

Ignore the rules? Then off to Hell—
That’s justice, pure and straight, they claim.
Only sheep through slaughter’s spell
Can reach their Heaven, led by shame.

Yet souls are butchered all the same
When slaves endure without a spark,
When blind submission feeds the game—
Deceit, the priesthood’s ruling mark.

The priest, the goat in power’s guise—
They pour their falsehoods in your ears.
Dare to doubt? You won’t suffice—
The herd rejects what it fears.

Alone you'll stand, but through the night
A deeper truth will light your way.
If you are fearless, keen in sight,
Their hollow lies won’t make you sway.



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The Global Asylum

An asylum—it's not dreaming,
You've been trapped here since your birth.
Hope of reason? Faint and fleeting—
Cops and media prove its worth.

Schools will aid the mind’s corrosion,
Dumbed-down drones are their design.
"Faith," a servant of coercion,
Crushes every spark inside.

Madmen's howls—self-termination,
"Plague" and panic seal our fate.
CowID showed the grand foundation—
Genocide will close the gate...



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Supreme Effort

The highest league—
No books will guide.
No one to follow—
Go to the edge, or die.



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Goebbels' media all around,

The scum have crushed the world, unbound,
And the obedient fool
Falls, used up, as a mere tool.

CowID, the war, and soon,
The digital death camp's doom,
Cities fall beneath their reign,
Crushing moths in endless strain.



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"Liberation"

They break the chains—yet soon, another
Will rise to rule, to claim his throne.
And fools believe, time after time:
"Here comes the Light! We're free! It's done..."



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Nonsense

Nonsense rules the world today,
Growing bolder, come what may.
And the people, less than kind,
Darkness spreads, with twisted mind...



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Patriotism

The crap is OURS!
Be proud, stand tall!
That sour curd,
Turns into gall.

That sour curd,
Is the nation’s mind.
Strike! Not ours!
To the flames, we bind!



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Filth 

"Simple is worse than theft."
—Proverb


Filth is praised as joy, not sin, 
Purity's called "simple"—win! 
They claim it’s worse than stealing gold, 
Perverting nature, truth’s grown cold. 

Generations follow suit, 
The obedient fool now absolute. 
A twisted norm—what's left to save? 
As horned "god-father" digs the grave. 

He turns the Earth to Hell’s domain, 
A corrupt majority reigns in vain.



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Police Dramas 

Police shows—like Soviet syrup, 
Sticky, slow, and dull in tone. 
They need a drink to wake them up, 
To snap out of their endless drone. 

Immigrants all say it clear, 
The Soviet’s back, it’s here to stay. 
No need for talent, just the fear, 
As lies oppress and lead astray. 



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Sword and Shield

A shield, a sword—defense in place
For genocide’s triumphant race.
None shall rest, none shall hide,
While monsters rule with wicked pride.

They've trapped the fools, the weak, the blind,
Who lost all honor, crushed their mind.
Stay away from twisted herds—
Obedient slaves to evil words.

Take no part in their grand scheme,
A world deranged—a madman’s dream.



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The "Consciousness" of the Mob

An amoeba’s mind—so hollow, so weak...
The next stage? Germs—they follow, they seek.
Their guides? The laws of fascist chains,
That lead to rot, decay, and shame.

But if you stand, refuse to kneel,
A traitor to their crooked deal—
Then to the soulless, blind, and numb,
You are the guilt they’re hiding from.



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The Death of Art

Art’s profaned—just hollow pleasure,
Not a path to Light or truth.
Drenched in filth, it warps the spirit,
Feeds the madness, fuels the noose.

Darkness drives the twisted vision,
Lost is art that dares to heal.
No more muses, no more answers,
Only echoes cold and still.

Few remain—unseen, unheard,
Crushed beneath a mindless herd.
Science rots, and art decays,
While the soulless world obeys.

Now all fades—no depth, no feeling,
Greed's dominion leaves no trace.
Sensitivity is dying…
Armageddon takes its place.



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Delusional Independence

Independence… Do you believe,
You fool, in this, so naive?
This world’s a fiery, hellish place,
Who rules it? Silence fills the space.

CowID showed the cruel truth clear,
No nations left, just void and fear.
Fools are lost in lies they spread—
The ones that lead to thoughts of dread.



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Cycling and Beyond

Climb the hill—there’s no one near,
The descent’s empty, or so it’s clear.
The ones ahead don’t even see,
The group is small—just fly and be free!

And life’s the same—false peaks arise,
Then crash, as you fall from the skies.
So go alone, and you will find,
Where the Top is, and where’s behind.



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The Global Asylum

An asylum—learn to love it,
Or you’ll suffer, torn apart.
Seek the HIGHER? Doom’s above it—
"Allah’s wrath" will pierce your heart.

Madmen fill the city sectors,
Wards of folly, lost in haze.
Not compliant? Sick’s the vector—
Wars and "plagues" will set the phase.

Sanity is near-extinction,
Barely few can truly see.
Madness leads to self-destruction—
Culling all in apathy.

Streets lie silent, void of thunder,
No revolt, no rebel spark.
Obedient, the herd drifts under,
Falling meekly to the dark.



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The Power of Darkness and Its Changing REGIMES

A regime built on lies, it stands,
Once swept away, more lies demand,
Laying the base for chains anew,
Yet call it tyranny—nothing true.

"Republic" is the word they use,
To hype their "reforms" in the news.
"Reforms" are masks, while deep beneath,
Dark power reigns—who needs belief?

"Parliaments" in the CowID age,
With mouths of filth, in their dark cage,
They sit in silence, all comply,
To creatures' rule—no questions why.



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The Prison

A mind confined,
A fortress blind,
Where hollow lies
Consume the soul—
And all that’s left
Is rot and cold.
But hear your Heart—
It knows the road!



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The Proud "Rise"

I rose up strong—no more to crawl!
Yet soon lay down, a change so strange...
Now kicking me is twice as easy—
With cheerful force, as if it's fate.



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The Scavenger Good

Robin Hood was good, no doubt,
But true wealth is in the mind.
Few will take the hard way out—
Wade through filth the vile left behind.

Darkness crowned the fools as kings,
Blinding reason, spreading blight.
Now the stench of evil clings,
Drowning wisdom out of sight.

Let a New Hood rise and fight,
Sweeping lies from where they brood!
Rot and falsehood choke the light—
Oh, how shameless creatures feud...



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The State’s "Care" for the Weak

Don’t reach for aid—don’t play their game,
Or you’ll be marching to your grave.
Beg for scraps—they’ll wave the flag,
Then cast the helpless to their fate.



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Upside Down

The world is long since turned around,
"Up" is just a heap of sound.
Who speaks of this, without a care,
Will find themselves in flames laid bare.



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A "Sip of Freedom"

A sip of freedom laced with poison,
Half-truths and half-measures blend,
Essence of lies, in every portion—
Drink up, young pioneer, till the end!



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Iron Man

Swimming’s better, when you can,
Than running on a hard terrain—
The road is tough, but water’s span
Is always soft, a gentle gain.

With running, micro-injuries,
You’ll often face, no matter what,
But after, bliss is hard to seize—
And that’s not always a sure shot.

Run too much, swim too long—
A combo’s not the perfect art;
Better drift, if metal’s wrong,
When weary steel begins to part.



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Prison of the body, soul’s despair,
The mind, like chains, is trapped in snare!
From here, escape with all your might:
No peace—just hopelessness in sight.



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Гражданина

Нужда сдавила плотно горло,
А ложь к безумию припёрла.
Страх довершил мирка работу —
Стал Злу послушливым уродом:

На выборню всегда ты ходишь,
Считая, всё нормально, вроде.
Детей рабами воспитаешь —
Тем душу в Аде добиваешь.

Бездушие большой болезнью
Здесь стало: чернь так Злу полезней.
А перспективы НИКАКИЕ —
Ждут всех рабов года лихие:

Ад уничтожит Катаклизм.
Из-за потворства Злу фашизм
Всемирным стал — говнид примером.
И Катаклизм стал крайней мерой,

Иначе Духа все ОСТАТКИ
Ад уничтожит мёртвой хваткой.
Ума же ныне вовсе мало —
Что ж, человечество пропало...

Спасутся только единицы —
И то не мнится и не снится.
Иные в Новый Ад рабами
Безумными, стуча от ужаса зубами...




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Заполнение пустоты

Умишка крохи — и тщеславье
В нём множится как снежный ком.
Оно идёт с бездушьем в сплаве —
Сметёт лавина весь Дурдом.



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Замена одного вида рабства другим

Бои за право быть рабами
Все "революции": они
ТвАрятся нелюдью. Над нами
Власть Зла. Один в раздумиях тони...




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Интроспекция

"Учиться никогда не поздно" —
Ложь обступила всюду грозно,
Даря иллюзию свободы:
"Ученье свет" для... сумасбродов.

"Самокопания" науку
Постигни — непростая штука,
Коль Свет ВНУТРИ всегда ты ищешь,
Сметя шаблоны, коих тыщи.



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Вера во Всякую Чушь

Тяжких дум гнилая поросль —
Неприветливая старость.
Коль не думал, пионером
Так и сдохнешь — рабом "веры".

Коммунизм, христьянство — много
Всякой Чуши для убогих:
Губит душу, ум и честь —
Чуши замысел в том весь.



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"О спорт, ты — мир!",
Коль мир столь сир...




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Капучино для кретина:
Зомбоящик, новостня.
"Настоящие мужчины!" —
В их мозгах одна ***ня...



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Контрабанда

"Контрабас" в "оркестре" главный —
Мир мошенников бесславный.



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Всемирный Дурдом по типу Северной Кореи

Как Северной Кореей
Ты ужаснись мирком
Привычным — поскорее!,
Иль мысль добьёт Дурдом!!!

Не ведают корейцы
Всю глубину Дерьма.
Тотальной лжи умельцы
Весь мир свели с ума.

Мир Северной Кореей
Разумным предстаёт.
Их мало — всё сильнее
Нездешних ТВАРЕЙ гнёт.

А всё "образованье" —
Всемирное чучхе:
Прикроет истязанье,
Ложь сея в дураке.



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A Global Madhouse, Like North Korea

Like North Korea’s order,
Be shocked at what you see!
Or soon the madhouse border
Will claim your sanity.

Koreans never tasted
The filth in full display,
While masters of deception
Drove all the world astray.

Now North Korea's madness
Seems rational and bright—
For fewer are resisting
The creatures void of light.

And all of "education"—
A global Juche scheme:
It masks the degradation,
Sows lies within a dream.



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Hamlet Mumbles Rotten Lies

In this Hell, none grieve or cry
Save the fools who don’t ask why.
So rise and fight—no more taboo!
Crush the world’s decaying goo!



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Running in Circles

You pace in circles—then, behold!
A "brand-new" bike, just like of old.
A tweak or two, a shift, a spin—
Now none will call it mad again.

But deeper thoughts? A downward track,
A circle dragging you to black.
The further on, the worse you grow,
Your sickness thriving as you go.

A mind diseased—its world is tight,
Three-fourths will never see the light.
Deceived by crowns, by hollow schools,
Led round in loops like herded fools.

False science spins the same old reel,
Break free—don’t let it shape your wheel!
And don’t, with sweat and toil and guile,
Invent again the motor’s style.



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"Wooden Medal"

The top three vanish, out of sight,
And I’m left trailing in the fight.
No mistakes, yet here I stand—
Empty hands… how harsh, how bland!



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The Search

A room draped in darkness, a cat lost in black,
Dead now, its stench marks the path that you track.
Stumbling blindly through shadows so dense,
Till at the doorway—a Horse lies, past tense.

Off leaps its Rider—Death’s herald so grim,
Fate had forewarned you, now drink to the brim.
Only your soul’s voice in Hell should obey—
Stay out of rooms where the Darkness holds sway.



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Almost Cycling

The ultimate race—
A game full of grace.
With strength running dry,
Through miles you must fly,
Pace wisely, endure—
Then sprint to be sure!



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Democracy—So Brief a Play

A fleeting game—democracy,
A prelude to tyranny.
Then mobs arise, then rushist rule...
What’s next? Beasts forged from man, so cruel.



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Dull and Crude

Vulgar crowds are dumb and hollow,
Hope is lost in shadows swallowed.
No salvation, none remain—
Only rot and slow decay.



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A Brief Word on the "Heroes"

A "hero" 'mongst the sheep so meek,
He strains the blunt, the lost, the weak.
He brings the end, the final test—
Through them, the storm, the world’s last breath.



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Mob and Propaganda

Brains are rotten—
Fear-begotten,
Drowned in lies by vile deceivers,
Fed with orders from receivers.



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Forward, Then—Play Your Song

Come on, let's move—your verse, your tune,
The patience wanes, the end is soon.
Away with swine, we’ve had enough—
No more this filth, this crap, this bluff!

To write of swine in verse, you see,
Is part of every fight to be.
With strength spent, light as a breeze,



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Fatigue of "Wisdom" and of Age

The weight of age, the years worn thin—
A prize for life so dull within,
For youthful folly, blind and vain,
For lies that wrap like slime and stain.

And when you're drained to your last breath,
With only cure found deep in death—
A fate for those with gifts unchained,
Who walk the path alone, untrained.

A path through madness, chains, and rot,
This "world" where souls are sold and bought.
For Bright Ones' cries will sound absurd
To fools who sneer at burning words.



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Achieving High Status in Society

Comrade Nebelmesov, of mighty weight,
Rose high by serving Beast's cruel fate—
The ladder’s for those who don’t delay,
And now he’s chief of the Stink Brigade.



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The Vacuum of a Worthless Life

A vacuum roars without restraint,
It swallows dust, it knows no chains.
Clench your teeth—resist its fate,
Or be consumed with all that drains.

With dust will vanish all around—
The noise, the lies, the empty haze.
Yet do not grieve for what is drowned—
Decay now spreads in endless waves.

Corruption creeps through every street,
It spares no soul, it taints the core.
If filth is all you ever meet,
You’ll rot like all who lived before.



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Total Power of Satan

Satan says: "We've reached the deep,
Yet still they chant, 'A god to keep.'
Everywhere, the war with reason—
If god exists, he’s weak and treason.



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On the Garbage Heap

A click for nonsense, likes for lies,
A comment—"Wow!"—to our demise.
It kills the soul with every breath,
A vile, foul stench that smells of death.

The masses catch this toxic waste,
Spread it fast, there's no restraint.
To fight this evil’s daring grace—
A rarity, unless a saint.



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The Rot of “Classics”

A "classic"—born of banners loud,
Where truth is banned, but lies allowed.
A flash of light? They’ll tear apart—
For “classics” dull both mind and heart.

If boredom strikes, take it as fact:
It’s poison dressed in highbrow tact,
A sugar-coated tyrant’s plea.
Throw out that plague-born filth—be free!



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Nonsense Everywhere

There's nonsense piling up so high,
And garbage floods the endless sky.
While reason drowns without a trace
In filth and vulgarity's embrace.



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"Civic Lyric"

“Civic lyric”—a dog's absurdity,
“Serving the homeland”—like a kennel decree.
To march to the slaughterhouse, for pennies to toil,
To bow to the Beast, with its lies to embroil.

The cudgel's the tool that keeps all secure,
In madness, the homeland’s lost, that’s for sure.
No country exists, for Satan’s embrace
Leads all to total slavery, no war to face.

War's just a relic, seen clear in CowID,
The test wasn’t passed, the truth left denied.
Three-quarters of people—obedient fools,
Fascism rises like Everest's rules.

Above a worthless world, doomed to decay,
That death creeps closer, the sun’s harsher ray.
The world is ablaze, but don’t trust the vile—
Save your soul, though the pain lasts awhile.



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The Poet

From verse comes "freedom" true,
Or troubles that will follow you,
Or weary, worn-out days,
Or decay in endless maze...



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The Nonsense of Social Media

Like whips, the networks strike with force—
Censorship masked as "what’s endorsed."
And "grown-up" children take the bait,
Consuming lies at every rate.

They hyped up CowID’s twisted play,
Made wars seem righteous all the way.
The fools have sailed, they own the scene—
Where liars rule, the truth turns lean.

But honest minds can’t break the chain,
Their voices lost, their fights in vain.
A world insane, a false pretense—
Where freedom’s just a hollow fence.



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The “Intestinal” Lyre

A Worm within the world's deep gut
Drains all the finest juice and blood.
The Lyre soon will stink of rot—
Its fate is clear, the verdict's cut.

To shine a light like proctoscope,
Dig through the filth, expose the lies,
To stall the Reaper’s hanging rope—
A task that breaks the strongest minds.

Yet madness lurks in filth so vast,
No choices left—just drown or wade.
The Worm has swelled too large at last,
Its toxins fuel a fevered plague.

And CowID proved, in full display,
The world’s deranged beyond repair.
You thought the Beast would stay at bay?
The Madhouse thrives—you placed it there.



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The Great Meat Factory, or Experts and Brave Men

A hero stands among the sheep,
A skilled expert, sharp and deep.
He builds their pens with utmost care,
And runs the slaughterhouse affair.

He sways them—"This is paradise!"
Fetches orders, swift and nice.
Like a dog, he plays his part,
A darling with a sheepish heart.

If a poisoned shot’s required,
He’s the wolf they all admire.
Drives the herd with ruthless pace,
Never daring to retrace.

Though his masters give him crumbs,
Still, with pride, he beats the drums,
Guiding sheep down heaven’s lane—
To the factory of pain…



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Convulsions of Evil

These surges of evil won’t stop or subside—
Too much to endure, nowhere left to hide.
See how the "nations" have fallen so low?
No depths remain—just Death below.

Corruption follows every fall,
Decay now rules, consuming all.
With each new age, the minds grow weak,
And deeper sinks the world we keep...



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Facing Death

Face Death—believe, she'll set things right,
She'll mark the end, and end the fight,
For the foolish squirrel in its race,
Caught in the wheel, it can't escape.



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The Chaos of Compliance

They nod along to every lie,
Agree with all—no second thought.
And madness spreads, runs far and wide,
When fools are blind and words are naught.



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Rulers and Their Flock

Half-demon, half-fool, a twisted breed,
With half a mind, and half a creed.
The goal: to feast and hoard it all,
While casting spirit out to fall.

He hinders joy, he blocks the way,
And slaughters all that leads astray.
So let’s praise decay's grim reign—
The people’s used to it by now—insane!



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The Bike Race

"The Vuelta." Heat. "Global warming,"
The racer fumes, his years well-spent.
Not a race, but self-consuming,
Ice on his neck, and water sent

To flood him—inside, more and more.
A simple case. What’s next in store?
No chance the Sun will burn less bright—
It'll keep blazing, taking flight...



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Religion and Propaganda

Tell the slave that he is free—
Then do with him what you decree.
And if you add, "The Lord's domain,"
You’ll turn him to a mindless stain.



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The Dry Leaf

The dry leaf, a metaphor for dullness,
Unknown 'til now, it shows its face.
More often like a tractor’s sluggishness,
Or a tanker stuck in shallow space.

The leaves fall down in scattered heaps,
Satan gathers, his harvest deep.
Soon, the end—no heavenly grace,
Just the stench of a priest's disgrace.



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Sing, oh song, across the plains
Drown the fools in drunken strains!
Thieves in power, lies in store,
And the traitor leads the corps.



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Общественная лестница

Труд напрасный, ум убогий,
А отбор повсюду строгий:
"Вверх" по лестнице, что вниз
Устремилась, коль без шиз,

Единицам удаётся
Сигануть. Такой не гнётся —
Ходит он по головам:
Мол, устроен так... Бедлам.



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Маразм спортивных комментариев

Велогонка — шесть часов.
В ней спортсмены устают.
Комментатора улов —
Зритель — тяжелее труд!

Чушь повисла словно груз —
"Мысль" по древу растеклась:
Ролики в мозгах все в юз —
Столь сильна маразма власть.




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Тотальная власть интерпретаторов

"Факты не существуют — есть только интерпретации".
Фридрих Ницше.


Когда ты видел ГОЛЫЙ ФАКТ,
Что всеобъемлющь по воздействию?!
Интерпретации ТЕРАКТ
Толкает идиотов к действию —

Вот управленья миром суть.
Свидетелей Зла убивают,
Когда, увидев ЧАСТЬЮ Жуть,
Они ЧАСТЬ фактов излагают.

Таков, к тому ж, "научный факт" —
Интерпретации зашкалены.
Средь лжеучёных некий пакт —
Редк`и там честности прогалины.




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Отсутствие выбора в лженауке

"Если профессор не вошёл в состав бюрократической машины, не присоединился к тем силам, которые активно поддерживают полицейский бюрократизм, губящий нашу страну, он не может быть уверен, что по произволу администрации и по неизвестным ему причинам он в один прекрасный день не будет устранён от дорогой ему деятельности".
Владимир Вернадский.


Служба ТВАРЯМ, где посредник
Непреклонный бюрократ, —
Это выбор?! Лишь негодник
Лженауку "двигать" рад.

Ныне стало только хуже —
Индикатором говнид:
Сплошь удавка ТВАРЕЙ туже —
Услуженье Мраку стыд.

И любое услуженье:
Полицейский произвол
Всем "смиренным" разложенье
Вместе с костию на стол

Бросит. Очень незаметно
Разложение идёт.
В том итогом, непременно,
Злу покорный идиот.

Показал то всем намордник —
Мир безумен почти сплошь.
И не нужен больше окрик
Держиморды — жрёт ложь вошь,

За баблишко продавая
КРОХИ, бывшие Душой,
Ум последний предавая
Под настырный ТВАРЕЙ вой.



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"Равноправие"

"Львы взяли слово, когда, собравшись на совет, зайцы потребовали для всех равноправия".
Антисфен, IV-ый век до н.э.


Сегодня львы внушили зайцам,
Что равноправные они:
Уже пересчитать по пальцам,
Что мир стал бойней в наши дни,

Считающих, ведь геноцидом
Наскок привычный заменён —
Намордник в времена говнида
Сильнее боевых знамён.




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"Благодетели" и Деятели

"Малые услуги, оказываемые вовремя, являются величайшими благодеяниями для тех, кто их получает".
Демокрит.


"Благодетели" большие
Правят миром. "Коммунизм"
В том примером. Дни лихие —
Сплошь "заботливый" фашизм:

Показал говнид — намордник,
Толерастия кругом.
Тихой сапой редкий гордый
ЧТО-ТО ДЕЛАЕТ — под Злом.

Незаметный те усилья —
Зло накрыло глупый мир.
Отрастит он этим крылья,
ВВЫСЬ умчит. Их ждёт Эфир...



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Вспоминая говнид

"Суть дела не в полноте знания, а в полноте разумения".
Демокрит.


"Знанья"-Ясность — вот дилемма!
"Знанья" — множатся проблемы.
Ясность — будешь ты один;
И на взгляд толпы — кретин.

Ясность — резкие сужденья:
В Лжи тупые поколенья.
Разложение — закон:
"Знанья" Ясность гонят вон.

Чистый Дух и матерьяльность:
Не допустит инфернальность
Ясный взгляд на Зла Загон —
Пошатнётся ТВАРЕЙ трон.

Ум ПОД Духом, "знаний" мало —
Способ, чтобы не пропала
В Аде слабая Душа.
Уничтожить Дух спешат

Повсеместно, и бездушье
Стало "нормой". Равнодушье
Добивает хрупкий ум —
В целях ТВАРЕЙ ни бум-бум.

Цели, в общем-то, простые:
Вспоминай года лихие,
Где в намордниках рабы,
Нищи Духом и слабы.

И представь: всё много хуже
С Духом и Умом, а уши
Вянут от Тотальной Лжи;
Путь один — ТВАРЬЮ служи!..




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Свет и Бред

Веди меня, Всеобщий Бред!
Часть бреда — это "Путь во Свет".
Под властью Тьмы есть Свет иль нет?
Лишь отблеск... Путь? В Дерьмо след в след...



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Light and Delirium

Lead me on, Delirium Vast!
The Path to Light is dreams recast.
Does Light exist where Shadows spread?
A flicker... Path? Through filth we tread...



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Rest in a Rush!

"Attack" on your rest—just drop it a bit,
The toil and the struggle—relax and submit!
A cat finds no need for a pointless endeavor—
In Foolish World, all work’s useless forever.



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The New Global Madness

"Monkeypox" is sweeping apes,
The cause is clear—no big escape.
If the mind is cracked and bare,
A new "disease" is always there.

"Hippo clap" will strike next round,
And we’re all just sinking down.
For the fools make up the crowd,
Pressing forth—relentless, loud.

Darkness grows, the world declines,
Spinning faster, losing time.
Soon the Camp will call the roll—
Fools lined up to pay the toll.



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The Total Power of Interpreters

When you’ve seen the NAKED FACT,
That all is shaped by how it’s played,
Interpretations of ATTACK
Push fools to act, to strike, invade.

This is how the world’s controlled—
Evil’s witnesses erased,
When, in part, they’ve seen the cold,
And share some facts, they’re laid to waste.

Such is the "scientific truth"—
Interpretations run amok.
Among the liars, there's a proof—
Honesty’s rare, it’s out of luck.



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The Ladder of Society

Futile toil, a mind so weak,
With "standards high" and future bleak.
"Climb" the ladder, but beware—
It’s heading down, if you still care.

A few break free, with daring will—
They bend not, walking still,
Trampling heads on their way up—
That’s how the chaos fills the cup.



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Introspection

"It’s never too late to learn," they say—
A lie that clouds the skies each day,
A false freedom wrapped in light—
"Knowledge is power" for the fools in flight.

Master the art of self-reflection,
A challenging, deep connection—
If the light within is what you seek,
Break the molds, no longer weak.



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A tiny mind, with pride so vast,
It grows, a snowball rolling fast.
It comes with soullessness in tow—
A landslide sweeping all below.



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Cappuccino for the fool—
TV blares, the news unfolds.
"Real men!" they shout, so cruel—
Their minds are filled with empty goals.



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Fascism marches, set to kill,
With fury, striking all around.
And Cretinism backs it still –
That’s why the world is breaking down.



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Fights for the right to be enslaved,
All revolutions, blind and cruel—
Led by beasts, with power paved,
Under evil’s rule, we drool.

One alone, in thought, will drown—
A world where chains are just the same.



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Fools are swarming, lost and blind,
Like a herd led to the knife.
Strong in body, weak in mind,
Empty souls with hollow life.

That is why the vile and sly
Lure them in with poisoned bait.
Though it's rotten—still they'll try,
Rushing gladly to their fate.



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"Greatest gifts," they preach and reign,
Feeding worlds with hollow dreams.
"Communism"? Just a chain,
Fascist care behind the scenes.

Show your pass—submit, obey,
Tolerance rules all around.
Yet the brave, in their own way,
Fight beneath where dark is crowned.

Few will see their silent strife,
As the fools embrace their fate.
Yet through hardship, wings take life—
Soaring high beyond the gate.



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Pray on—pray in vain,
The horned god won't hear.
Awake and regain
The lesson made clear.

The Light dwells inside,
Its glow faint but true.
Yet even denied,
It still shines for you.



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Rotten thoughts will breed decay—
Bitter age will claim its due.
Never thought? Then fade away
As a slave, still blind and true.

Faith in nonsense, worn yet strong—
Church or Party, all the same.
Crushes minds and leads them wrong—
That’s the heart of Chatter’s game.



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Six hours in the cycling race,
Athletes tire, they lose the chase.
But the commentator's prize—
Is the viewer's weary mind's demise.

Nonsense hangs like lead, so dense—
"Thought" drips down like a slow expense.
Wheels in their heads worn down, abused—
The madness reigns, their minds confused.



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What they’re taught, the kids embrace,
Fed with nonsense, forced to bow.
Few will rise and break the chains,
Questioning the lies somehow.

Slaves raise slaves—it's all they know,
Blind to all beyond their cage.
Madness thrives, and down below,
Hellspawn revel in their rage.



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Sheeplevirus 2020

A nation strong—
Or just a herd?
The truth will dawn—
Recall that year!



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Smoke

Mediocrity’s hereditary—
For most, it is their fate.
To break the chains is scary,
So slaves just bow and wait.

They dare not take decisions,
Believe the lies they hear.
They live in self-delusion,
Deceit their only sphere.

They lie to self much deeper
Than to the world outside.
The honest grow much weaker—
Like smoke, the land subsides.

And when the smoke is scattered,
A prison will arise.
For courage never mattered,
There’ll only be their cries.

Too late to seek revival,
Too late to stand and fight...
And life’s grotesque survival
Has lost its will to Light.



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Pseudo-Science

Mathematics, static and cold,
Describes a world that's far too small.
The pragmatists march, loud and bold,
In pseudo-science, they rule it all.

With fabrications, lies, and plays,
They prop up the grand deceit.
In every trick, the truth decays—
The common goal is lies they feed.



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The Rattle of Lies

A rattle shakes from birth to gray, 
For silence rots the fool away. 
He cannot bear a world so still, 
So lies must echo, loud and shrill. 

Parents lie, and "schools" deceive, 
To mask the chains we can’t unweave. 
The media feeds the grand deceit— 
And sheep just listen, nod, repeat. 

A few who see, through years and strife, 
Could never wake the herd to life. 
Corruption thrives, and all obey— 
They crave the lies, they beg to stay. 

This twisted world, built up in fraud, 
Will soon collapse beneath its load. 
And when the bottom breaks apart, 
The filth will flood—a work of art! 

Yet fools will cheer, in blind embrace, 
And call it "heaven’s promised place." 
Such is the fate they choose to prize, 
If joy still rattles, built on lies... 



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Breakaway!

In the race, so fine and bold,
You must break through the air’s thick wall.
If your body rings like gold,
You’ll break away and heed the call.

Light as air, you’ll climb the hills,
And then press forward, swift and free.
No shame in daring, no hard thrills—
The boldest riders, highest we.

In this grim life, take the lead,
Apply this trick, and break the chains.
They’ll not catch you, though they plead,
For most will crawl through dirt and stains.

To escape decay, break away,
Find freedom when the road’s too tight.
Lonely souls will find their way,
While lies and sludge consume the night.



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From the Pen...

At dawn, the sheep all march away,
To work, like every day before.
They fail to see—their world’s in chains,
That fascism rules them more and more.

If they knew, they’d break the cycle,
Stop the grind and change their fate.
Build new lives, new ways of thinking,
Talk, unite—before’s too late.

Self-sufficient, strong, informed,
Not deceived by state-run lies.
But tell them this—they'll scoff, ignore,
And rush to lunch with empty eyes!



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Metamorphosis of Imagination

The neighbor’s house was set ablaze—
A minor thing, yet brings delight.
Missed the scam in time to pay—
How disgraceful! Serves him right.

My son is young but drinks and smokes,
And chases girls without regret.
He follows me—well, that's no joke—
No better role model he's met.

I beat my wife—now she won’t nag,
No more whining, no more fights.
I'll drink life’s poison to the dregs—
No guilt, no sorrow, no insight.



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The World Upside Down

We “advance” by stepping backward,
“Teach” while echoing the lies.
In this twisted, mad disaster,
Souls are trapped—no hope survives.

Fear is raging, lies grow bolder,
Treachery's a daily chore.
This infernal world smolders—
Soon it won’t exist no more.

Through cataclysms, fascist madness
Meets the fate it’s running to.
Days of darkness, days of sadness—
Satan’s reign is fading too.



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A Race of Rogues

The peloton is fierce and tight,
A ruthless, cunning game.
If you are there—then ride it right,
Break off and cheat for fame.



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The Metropolitan

The archbishop keeps a watchful eye,
He checks on priests as they pass by.
How smoothly each one spins a lie—
The seeds of Satanism grow high.



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They smear their violence in pitiful laws,
Where only repression is written with force.
They set up cruel and merciless flaws—
Thus rules the ILLEGITIMATE source.



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Размазать насилье в убогих законах
(Сильна репрессивная в оных лишь часть),
Повсюду наставить жестоких препонов —
Так правит толпой НЕЗАКОННАЯ власть.