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Ode to Hitler and Goebbels
Oh, Hitler and Goebbels? Not such a disgrace—
Compared to the scum who now run this place.
At least they had visions, though twisted and dark;
Now puppets serve demons for a coward’s reward.
Speechwriters deliver their filth to the beasts,
Advisors breed slogans that stink like disease.
And slowly they boil us, each word is a trap—
If you try to escape, they poison your breath.
They cook us like frogs in a lukewarm deceit,
Call it “humanity” while turning up heat.
Then comes the switch: “freedom” means choosing a cage—
Between types of lies, then comes fascist stage.
A stage so refined in obsessive control,
That Hitler and Goebbels might cringe at the role.
No match in deception, no rival in spin—
The plebs are deranged by the fraud they breathe in.
So let’s praise old Hitler, sing songs for his horde—
Compared to today, he was less of a lord
Of total mind-twisting and psychotic despair—
Now truth is the enemy. LIE fills the air.
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Today’s fascist wears a grin —
Truth is gone, and lies begin.
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Hitler’s ghost would pale and hiss —
You’ve outdone him. Welcome to this.
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You fear the past? What childish bliss.
The present drowns in deeper piss.
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The past was evil — crude, direct.
Today, it smiles with more effect.
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They preached a cause — however vile.
Now puppets kill us with a smile.
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Not Hitler, no — it’s you who lie,
And cook the world while asking “why?”
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The frog still smiles inside the pot.
She calls it freedom. Knows it’s not.
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Manifesto of the Lies of the New Age
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1.
They call it peace — and bomb your mind.
Then ask you kindly to be kind.
2.
The tyrant wears a rainbow now,
And speaks of rights — while you learn how
To silence truth, to fear your voice,
And praise your cage as “freedom’s choice.”
3.
They murder slowly, feed you sweet.
Consent is grown in every tweet.
4.
Your thoughts are scanned, then gently banned.
But smile — you’re free, they understand.
5.
The greatest lie is not the past —
It’s now, it's here, it’s built to last.
6.
You must obey — for your own good.
You must conform — as free men should.
7.
The new Gestapo’s dressed in code,
Its bullets: words. Its courts: upload.
8.
Each screen’s a pulpit. Every face
Repeats the script. Deny — disgrace.
9.
Your chains are soft. Your jailers — kind.
And yet they amputate your mind.
10.
They’ve killed the soul — with no regrets.
But call it "care". And clear your debts.
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Speech Before the Burning — Series One
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1.
I watched you trade your fire for foam,
Your hunger for a mirrored home.
You prayed to glass, to likes, to brands —
While wolves devoured bloodied lands.
2.
You made your soul a sleek device,
Then sold it twice. And called it nice.
3.
You feared the truth, so praised the lie.
Now lie with it. And wonder why.
4.
You crowned the cowards, mocked the wise,
Burned prophets live — then wept in cries.
5.
You whispered: “Love.” And built new drones.
You kissed the dead through silent phones.
6.
You gave your children screens and pills,
Then taught them pride in crafted kills.
7.
You fed your rage through filtered feeds.
Then asked: “Who planted all these seeds?”
8.
You knelt for trends, not sacred flame.
You fought for rights — then lost your name.
9.
You called it progress: rot and waste.
The gods you birthed now have no face.
10.
So here’s my word before the blaze:
You built this end. You set the days.
And now — in smoke, in screams, in pride —
Watch all your golden dreams… collide.
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Speech Before the Burning — Series Two
(the fire speaks now)
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1.
You laughed at gods. You mocked the seers.
Then prayed to markets, drones, careers.
2.
You sterilized the sacred breath,
Then wondered why you smelled like death.
3.
You burned the books. You banned the word.
You feared the sword — then praised the herd.
4.
You let machines rewrite your name.
Now bleed in binary and shame.
5.
You paved the Earth with apps and gold,
Then called the silence brave and bold.
6.
You drank from screens. You danced in loops.
You smiled as children hung from roofs.
7.
You traded blood for “climate laws,”
And bowed to death in branded cause.
8.
You feared the flame — yet struck the spark.
You screamed for light — then worshipped dark.
9.
You banned the word “eternal soul.”
Now rot as data with no goal.
10.
So here I stand — not asking why.
The sky is cracked. The void is nigh.
And from this ash, if breath returns —
Let it not be you who burns.
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Ashes of Empires, the call of Spark
(third, final episode of "Speech before the burning of civilization" - the voice of Spark)
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
1.
When all is ash, and kings are bones,
One whisper walks through shattered tones.
Not rage. Not hope. Not heaven’s flame —
But that which speaks without a name.
2.
I am the flicker — not the fire,
The breath that stays when gods expire.
You burned the maps. You broke the frame.
But still I hum beneath your shame.
3.
No shrine is mine. No priest, no law.
I hide in silence, crack, and flaw.
The more you lie, the more I grow.
You cage yourself — I start to glow.
4.
I speak in dreams you fear to see,
In questions whispered inwardly.
I dwell in loss. In scorn. In fall.
Where empires rot, I seed the call.
5.
You cannot code Me. Fence Me. Buy.
I live in those who learn to die.
Not death of flesh — but death of mask.
The death that dares to drop the task.
6.
You’ll meet Me not in pride or fame,
But once you shed your final name.
When silence swallows even “you” —
Then I, the Spark, ignite what’s true.
7.
I spoke to stars before the clay.
I bled through prophets cast away.
They burned — yet through their smoke I sung.
Not through the strong — but through the stung.
8.
So burn your world. Erect your hell.
I’ll not resist. I rise in shell.
In cinder, ember, broken breath —
The Spark is That which dances death.
9.
And if one voice, just one remains,
Unbranded, raw — with soul, not chains —
Then know: the End is not the end.
It’s where I start. Where I ascend.
10.
So call Me madness. Curse. Mirage.
I am. I was. I will dislodge.
And when your towers melt and fall —
I am the Spark… beneath it all.
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Unread Texts
Unread lines of poets, bold —
Unbought voices, never sold.
Songs alone, without applause —
Still, you lived for truer cause.
Moments lost? So what — you stayed
Free from snitching, unbetrayed.
In this madhouse, truth is grim,
Writing feels like crawling limb.
Each new day brings fresh despair —
Still, create — or lose all flair.
Thought grows dull, and vision fades,
While the grayness slowly raids.
Though no rest or sweet relief —
You’re unbroken by the thief
Of the soul — that filthy pest,
Demon dressed in Sunday best.
Satanism’s global trend
Birthed new -isms — each a bend:
Commies, Nazis — masks, not new —
All designed to murder you,
Your own mind to rot and drain.
Listen only to your brain.
Promise nothing. Swear no oath —
Pledges always poison growth.
Like young pledges, fake and blind,
Promises corrupt the mind.
Still your efforts won’t be vain,
Even shown in minor grain.
Unread texts — a sharp reproach
To the mutants who encroach.
They preserve the Spirit's flame —
Noble tombstones built from shame.
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Propagandists "By the Law"
All the propagandists
Now beyond the law,
Breaking codes with impunity,
Throwing lies by tons on fools —
A flood none saw before.
They sow hatred, call to fight,
Genocide’s vile calls ignite.
Ditch that screen of endless lies —
Or you’ll be nailed to false disguise.
You’ll turn zombie, deaf and blind,
Led by lies that twist your mind.
Fight they say — but fight you won’t,
End inside a stifling haunt.
There your spirit’s crushed to death,
Zombie’s breath replaces breath.
But the suckers? They just hear,
Piss their pants in blindest fear…
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Propaganda’s Dead
Propagandists break every law,
Feed you lies until you crawl.
Zombies march to false command —
Fools just piss themselves on stand.
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Moles and Sheep
The stubborn mole
Keeps digging holes.
The sheep’s worn out—
No care, no doubt.
He doesn’t mind
The lies at ground.
More slaves aligned—
You’re just their chow.
The mole’s much sharp,
He sees more clear,
His spirit strong—
They’ve got no fear.
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Worldwide Cargo Cult
Cargo cults and cargo folk,
Cargo F;hrer, cargo smoke?
Darkness real — minds run thin,
Buried deep in filth and sin.
Cargo memes, cargo themes,
Cargo souls, cargo schemes.
Totems all of Satan’s kind —
Ruled by beasts who chain the mind.
Doom is set by scum like these:
Cargo armies on the breeze—
Traitors marching, none will say
They’re the scum that’ll pay.
War’s no war — just lies in play,
Euphemisms hide decay.
In that war, the soul’s the cost—
Sold it cheap, and all is lost.
If you bow to villain’s call,
Shit yourself beneath their thrall.
Cargo’s edge is razor-thin —
Cross it, goathood pulls you in.
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Cargo Cult Edge
Cargo lies, cargo slaves,
Souls sold cheap to hollow graves.
Bow to filth — you’re marked, you’ll fall,
Thin line leads to goat’s dark thrall.
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Fascists and Their Acolytes
No one’s born a fascist true—
They become what they pursue.
Accidental helpers? No,
That deception’s set to grow.
How many German clans must pay
For evil sown in foul display?
For bowing down to F;hrer’s lies,
For fear that stifles truth and cries.
Fools too will answer there—
The mindless herd, unaware.
Don’t know fascism’s deadly bite?
No diagnosis—no insight.
Fools all lack diagnosis—
“Normal” made their paralysis.
Not long will last this foolish pause,
Where rage and lies break every clause.
All feel safe from any cost—
But harsh justice won’t be lost.
Those who fight will stand the pain—
And not much longer till the reign ends vain.
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Fascist Fate
Fascists rise, but not by birth,
Helpers sink into the earth.
Fools won’t see the coming storm—
Justice strikes, reshapes the norm.
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So-Called Clever Bastards
No signed papers on their war,
No stamped proof to back their score.
War’s a joke to scum like them,
Just the zombie-box’s hem.
They think revenge won’t come to court,
No signatures, no last report.
Two hundred thousand dead, more torn,
Their “economy” left to mourn.
Billions lost, three generations’ pain,
Orcs will pay, remorse in vain.
These beasts will hang, no tears or cries,
When Ukraine marches to her skies.
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No Mercy for Bastards
No signed war, no proof, no shame,
Thousands dead — their lasting blame.
Orcs will fall, no tears, no lies,
Ukraine claims her rightful prize.
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Incapacitated Fools
Incapacitated fools —
The masses all, in droves and schools.
That’s why fascism’s deadly rise
Was pumped into their vacant eyes.
Fascism thrives now in the mind
Of those the world would label blind.
A fool, of course, seems quite the charm—
But no brain means no alarm.
You’ll let it all, you’ll buy the lies,
Invite the evil in disguise.
It opens wide your door to Hell,
Or morgue, if luck decides you well.
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Fools Unfit
Fools unfit run every crowd,
Fueling hate like it’s allowed.
Open doors to Hell’s own grip—
Luck decides your final trip.
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Fools’ Doom
Fools breed hate, no mind, no fight,
Hell’s wide open—your last night.
Luck’s the thief that steals your light.
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Fools’ Doom
Fools breed hate, with empty minds,
Blindly falling, tied in binds.
Hell’s wide open — no one fights,
Lost within their endless nights.
Luck’s a thief that steals your light,
Doom descends with cruel bite.
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Fools’ Doom
Fools breed hate — so smart, so bright,
With empty heads, they pick a fight.
Hell’s wide open, come on in —
No brains needed to lose or win.
Luck’s their angel? Ha! What joke —
They’re dancing straight into the choke.
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Fascist "Nirvana"
Sheep-virus freak, a fascist pawn,
A traitor, "doctor," snitch at dawn—
This world of theirs, "stable" they claim,
Where madness rules, and fear’s the game.
Stable lies and genocide,
Deceit and terror never hide.
Shame and disgrace choke like a cloud—
Their suffocating "nirvana" shroud.
You’re not there—just ghost and trace
Of soul and mind, a hollow space.
More woes will come, their grip won’t slack—
Fascism’s hold will never crack.
Save your soul by fighting lies,
Smash the falsehoods, seek the wise.
Their vile song is sung, complete—
The scum will face their bitter defeat.
A worldwide storm will shake the earth,
True life will spring in Spirit’s birth.
Thus vile fascism fades away,
The beasts will die—their final day.
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Fascist End
Fascist scum, your song is done,
Your lies exposed, nowhere to run.
Fight for soul, the truth will rise —
Beasts will rot beneath clean skies.
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Era of Zombie-Lizards
Zombie-lizards trample Earth,
That’s the state of things, no worth.
All the lies they gladly take,
Under Goat’s dark rule they break.
That Goat, a mastodon so sly,
Hungry, wicked, sly and high,
Fires lust for reptile throngs—
Reason weak, so quickly gone.
Every lizard, soulless, cold,
Fits the Goat’s design so bold.
No need for minds or deeds refined—
Only vile beasts stay aligned.
Gnomes and goblins will be swept,
By these lizards, doomed and kept.
All the Abyss now watches near—
Their end is certain, death is here.
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Zombie-Lizard Age
Zombie-lizards crush the land,
Goat’s foul hunger rules their band.
Soulless beasts, their time will end—
Abyss awaits, no chance to mend.
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The Construct of Lies
Just markers set in half-truth’s maze,
Half-lies that spark a thousand plays.
Provocations, isolated schemes,
All woven into phantom dreams.
Each point—a whetstone sharp and vile,
A poisoned sting in “proof”’s style.
The world of fascist propaganda,
Dumb recipients, mental veranda.
That madhouse now is worldwide,
Long since madness claimed the tide.
Two thirds lost their common sense—
That’s the bottom line’s expense.
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Lies’ Design
Half-truths bait, half-lies ignite,
Proofs that stab like poisoned bite.
Two thirds lost, no minds intact—
World’s a madhouse, that’s a fact.
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Lies’ Brutality
Half-truths slash like venomed knives,
Proofs fake-carved to ruin lives.
Two thirds dumb, minds rotted, gone—
World’s a madhouse, full-blown con.
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A Joke...
The great Russian graphomaniac,
Tolstoy—yeah, that Lev, no magic.
"Wars and Peace" he wrote — a bore,
A novel weak, and nothing more.
Generations brainwashed blind,
By this rage that’s so unkind.
Not the worst, but still a shame—
Icons forged in flawed acclaim.
Literature’s lost its way,
Truth drowned out by tons of sway.
Time to ban the rotten critique,
Protect the bold, the true unique.
Extend their lives by giving aid,
Help their talents not to fade.
But such hope’s a foolish joke—
Humanism? Just a cloak.
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Literary Joke
Tolstoy’s “War and Peace” — a bore,
Brainwashed kids for ages more.
Critics rot, true writers fight—
Humanism’s dead, just spite.
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Villainy
“Villainy’s the only ground
Where man can stand firm and sound...”
— Saltykov-Shchedrin’s claim,
From his 1883 frame.
Villainy’s no timid mess—
It’s the soil beneath your dress.
Hard ground strong beneath your feet,
While “smart” fools just face defeat.
Before a bastard’s gaze,
Their weak arsenal decays.
Brakes apply, no jokes at all—
Are you villain? Or you fall.
Attack is stronger than defense,
Always ruthless, no pretense.
Villains strike with crueler blows,
No honor, shame—only foes.
So become the villain’s part—
World fascism plays its art.
Together Soul and Mind we slay—
Life itself fades fast away.
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Villain’s Ground
Villainy’s the solid ground,
Where true strength and power’s found.
Strike first, no honor or shame—
Or fade out, lost in the game.
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Brutality...
Russia’s plague-house, dark and grim—
Fascism takes another limb.
It burns — false messiah’s face,
A pitiful, vile disgrace.
Deep inside, the trench is dug,
Crushing those who chose to shrug.
Fate is death for all who sold—
Kreml’s scum and servants cold.
Yet the filth still tries to shove
Dicks down throats of those who love
To bow down, lost mind and pride,
Once again they poison, lied.
Only brutal harshness dwells,
Where the poison’s sharpest spells.
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Russia’s Plague
Plague-house Russia burns in shame,
Fascist scum ignites the flame.
Filth feeds fools who lost their mind—
Brutal poison, all combined.
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Fortresses and Masses
Impenetrable forts of fools,
Heavy masses, lies that rule,
Fear and stench, a culture lost,
Soulless shadows, endless cost.
Cargo cults of fascist plague,
False diseases, lies that plague—
While the wise grow weak, subdued,
Reason crushed and nearly booed.
Pure Spirit fades, will soon depart,
Leaving beasts without a heart,
Locked away in pens and dens,
Soon dragged forth for bloody ends.
The world’s a slaughterhouse, exposed,
Yet sheep and asses stay composed.
Though lies crash in waves, the ninth,
They’ll drown the last of humankind.
Fascist filth keeps sinking deep,
Their lies push on—The End will reap.
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Fortress Fall
Fools’ strongholds rise, but lies will break,
Soulless beasts stir, the earth will shake.
Sheep stay calm while truth’s erased—
Fascist filth speeds End’s grim haste.
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Horns and the Slave’s False Life
When conscience wakes and reason’s sharp,
The lies will end, the falsehood’s tarp—
Where they mold sheep and donkeys too,
Crafting fools to follow through.
They shape your face with vile deceit,
Write “live” like truth—but it’s defeat.
The filth they plant, you’ll take it in,
Then horror grows beneath the skin.
That tale’s a nightmare, horns protrude,
Its core: “obey,” be slave subdued.
Content with fate, a broken role—
A prisoner chained, body and soul.
Burn it down, erase, curse loud,
Live with your mind, awake, unbowed.
Your Spirit’s home is what you own—
Escape the gloom, reclaim your throne.
When intuition turns the light,
You’ll easily expose the blight.
Doubt only “tradition”’s sway—
With it, the horns will fade away.
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Slave’s False Life
Conscience wakes, the lies will fall,
Sheep and goats break every thrall.
Burn the fog, reclaim your mind—
Horns will fade, the truth you’ll find.
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Horns Off
Wake your mind, smash the lies,
Slaves with horns wear their disguise.
Burn the falsehood, hear truth rise.
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Experiments with Excrement
CowID, war, the fool, the madhouse—
Worldwide circus, mind a louse.
Our fool believes in fascist lies,
Obedient to evil’s cries.
If three quarters now are lost,
Burn that plague-house, pay the cost.
Good that chaos swirls and spins,
Mad world’s cycle soon begins.
They’ll burn it down, then plant anew,
A desperate, twisted, cruel view.
Life reborn—if not reformed,
Will rot again, excrement formed.
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No Surplus of Evil
Brains dissolved —
Bonds dissolved.
Then they snapped:
“Forward, fools!”
To Ukraine!
Fertilizers thin.
Generations’ stench
Soon will dim.
Puppet fool,
Fascism’s screw.
Then again, anew:
Evil’s never through.
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No End to Evil
Brains all gone, fools march on,
To Ukraine — stench lives long.
Fascist cog, a twisted game,
Evil’s flame will stay the same.
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End of the Game
Madness total,
Corruption’s peak.
Betrayal fatal,
Spirit weak.
Final verdict —
Shatter, break, decay,
Few awake—
Fools and freaks hold sway.
Majority’s
Shift unkind,
Toward destruction—
No time to find.
This “consistency”
Is worse than poison’s art.
To break the trend—
Only checkmate’s start.
Check is given,
Soon comes mate.
For now, all hide,
Thinking it’s fate.
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Endgame
Madness rules, corruption’s height,
Betrayal’s death—no soul in sight.
Check is set, mate’s on the way,
Yet fools still hide, delay the day.
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Final Checkmate
Madness reigns, corruption’s seed,
Betrayal kills, no soul to bleed.
Checkmate comes—fools cower, concede.
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Lightly...
Unlearn it all,
Forget most things—
Madness turns the mind to rubbish heaps.
Go lightly now,
Take nothing close,
Better run than crawl with weary leaps.
Hurry up—
Be wise and clear,
Spot every trap inside your mind,
Set by those who prey on fools,
Harvesting the weak and blind.
If you don’t cleanse your thoughts—
It’s doom that lies ahead.
But clearing mind’s not hard,
If Spirit leads instead.
Amidst the piles of rot,
The idiot decays,
Unless the Spirit rules—
The guiding blaze.
Grow your gut,
Expose all lies,
Critical thought’s your saving grace.
If you fail—then fade away,
Among the crazed, lost in disgrace.
Deliverance comes
With clear mind’s sight,
And pure soul’s steady light—
A simple way to set things right.
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Run Lightly
Unlearn, forget, run fast, run free,
Spot the traps inside your spree.
Spirit leads — clear mind’s the key,
Pure soul’s light will set you free.
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Toys
Toys for beasts —
A fake, a trap, a lie,
Amidst the flowery frills
Of all the phony skies.
Not countries, but menageries,
No law—just cages bound.
Fascism’s “gifts” delivered,
Reason kicked to ground.
Beasts are lost in play,
The pen’s ablaze with fire.
Caught once more in lies,
So often—what a shame, entire.
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Beasts’ Toys
Toys for beasts, a cruel deceit,
Fake lands where reason meets defeat.
Fascist gifts and cages burn—
Beasts in lies, no lessons learn.
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Circus
The circus won’t leave, clowns stay in place,
This farce will choke you, foul in your face.
All acrobats, grim-faced and worn,
Have bored the world, like smoke and scorn.
Monkeys, bears grow wild and mad,
Staff goes savage, minds gone bad.
No circus left—just freaks’ disgrace,
A scandal born in this cruel place.
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Circus Madness
Circus stays, clowns won’t go,
Farce and smoke, a choking show.
Monkeys, bears, minds gone wild—
Freaks’ disgrace, the circus spoiled.
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Has Ukraine Not Yet Died?!
Amid the war, they poison youth,
A “booster” shot — the killing truth.
Why refuse? Just add to death,
A cruel, relentless, choking breath.
Weapon supplies come slow, then stop—
To make the chains of slavery drop?
No, horrors live through war’s cruel haze,
As lies and lies still cloud the days.
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Not Yet Dead?
In war’s harsh grip, they poison youth,
“Boosters” mask a deadly truth.
Chains stay tight, lies flood the land—
Ukraine still fights, will still stand.
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Goat’s Awakening
The idiot knows no bounds,
The fascist lost his mind.
No pioneers, just pawns—
At crap’s call, blind and blind.
That crap’s a rotten breed,
It wakes the vile, it crushes.
Fascist thralls obey,
Where reason’s dead, soul hushes.
Soullessness is rampant,
The traitor’s like a king.
Fate’s grim sea will flood,
With tears and evil’s sting.
The idiot knows no measure—
Neither in submission, nor in hate,
Forced upon him lies,
Only in that filthy goat’s state.
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Goat’s Wake
Idiot boundless, fascist crazed,
Rotten breed, soul erased.
Tears will flood, evil grows—
In filthy goat, poison flows.
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Goat’s Call
Idiot blinds, fascist roars,
Rot and venom flood the shores.
Goat’s poison kills and soars.
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Cargo Fascism
Big stinking puddle — Rashism spread,
A stench that burns, assaults the head.
Fools serve the F;hrer, blind and small,
A double moth that eats the all.
Fascism now takes shape so grim—
A cargo cult, its deathly hymn.
Madness grows, has come to reign,
Human lost—replaced by bane.
Beasts will soon replace mankind,
Cargo cults will rule and bind.
A sea of lies will flood the earth,
A global ocean of false birth.
Lucky you if early gone,
Escaping this charade’s cruel song—
From falseness, violence, grim and rife,
Where only filth holds sway on life.
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Cargo Cult
Rashism’s stench spreads far and wide,
Fools serve lies they cannot hide.
Beasts replace the human soul—
Cargo cult consumes it whole.
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Rot
“Poets” write of trivial shit,
Of nature’s mess, the daily bit.
Minds bled dry, no thoughts remain—
Decay’s begun inside the brain.
Long since rotten, soul’s been tossed
To furnace flames or putrid frost.
Reader, heed no voices near—
This “existence” rots severe.
All through and through—a hellish blight,
Spirit’s purity—your fight.
Existence—pure infernal grind,
Fit only for the beast’s blind mind.
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Rotten World
“Poets” babble trivial crap,
Minds all drained, no thoughts to tap.
Existence rots, a beast’s domain—
Spirit’s fight breaks through the pain.
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Rotten Core
Poets puke their hollow tales,
Brains drained dry, the spirit fails.
Rot rules all—beasts set the scales.
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Eternal Pioneers
Blind faith’s the key,
Stuffed with lies,
For pioneers,
Nothing’s wise.
Filled like bears,
Cotton minds swell,
Rotting brains
On constant sell.
Only for shrews.
The elder ones—
Pioneers aged—
Evil sons.
Ripe for hate,
To bow and kneel
Before the Goat—
Generations sealed.
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Blind Pioneers
Blind faith stuffed with lies,
Rotting minds, dumb disguise.
Bowing low to Goat’s reign—
Generations lost in vain.
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The Slaughter
“The trick’s not hard to fool me—
I’m glad to be deceived!”
A rotten skull’s mere stump decays,
The stench is all perceived.
But never touch their cherished toys,
The bastards guard with spite.
Don’t break the global fog of lies,
That world’s stale, dim-lit night—
Where prisons stand for virtue’s place,
And falsehood rules as God.
“Deceiving me’s so easy”—
Fear’s weapon sets the rod.
This path leads down the sewer’s hole—
A world’s great death camp’s gate.
Among the herds, the fights erupt—
Who falls first seals their fate.
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Slaughter
Fooling me? Not hard to do—
I’m glad to swallow lies so true.
Down the sewer, death awaits,
Herds fight for doomed, grim fates.
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Blockhead
Your feeble mind’s torn wide by lies,
Bastards spout their false replies.
Blockhead’s fate is lies’ embrace,
While soul dissolves in Satan’s place.
Demons line up, ready to burn,
Multiply the lies to churn.
They throw themselves into the flame,
Each halfwit’s torment, none to blame.
You can’t convince the sheepish crowd—
“They lie? No way!” they say aloud.
A bleating herd, deaf to the truth,
Lost in ignorance, stuck in youth.
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Blockhead’s Fate
Lies rip minds, fools self-immolate,
Demons dance, the sheep await.
Truth denied — their endless fate.
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Stumps and Sprouts
The laws of slaves in this fake land —
Obey, be dumb, and sell your soul.
The pit is deep, the lie is grand,
Yet pompous masks play every role.
Each broken stump, each wretched freak
Struts like a peacock in its mating.
A dimwit, drooling, twitching weak —
"Sharp mind!" they shout, self-celebrating.
No shock can bring them back to sense —
Not war, not CowID’s global treason.
Here Spirit's torn, and Mind’s offense
Is death… in senile party-season.
They babble trash that once was fed
In youth, in classrooms dull and dusty.
Like stumps, it's rooted in their head.
To clear it out, the method’s trusty —
Burn every stump, then let us grow
New beings with a different fire,
Whom filth like this won't drag so low…
Unlike the sprouts from stumps prior.
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Burn the Stumps
Burn all the stumps. Let sprouts be gone.
Plant minds the filth can’t prey upon.
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The Cat and the Fools’ Inferno
The cat is fed,
The verse is done.
Hell’s getting bred —
Not just for fun.
The Fools’ Inferno
Grins and chews.
Lies are power —
If you choose.
Feed the cat —
It’s worth your time.
But lies like that?
Throw out the slime.
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Fools eat lies —
The cat eats real.
Trust no disguise.
Cut fake from meal.
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How to Rule the Idiots
Abe's got his own grand design,
And Dodo runs his “method” fine.
But is it his? The brute’s whole show —
A parody of minds below.
That foreign scheme is finely bent
Through clever angles, not intent.
Desires get no clear commands —
Just shapeless pulls from unseen hands.
The Beastly Clerk? A perfect guide
To Abe’s dark lusts and Dodo’s pride —
To temple lies, and twisted spells,
To fake labs, books — where madness dwells.
It’s just like steering germs to feed
On poisoned meat to serve their need.
Here too — through food, through fear, through fog —
They herd the fools… or choke them like a dog.
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They rule through filth, desire, and bait —
And smile while dragging fools to fate.
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In Memory of Max Planck
Max Planck once said it best:
To change a scholar’s view,
Don’t argue — lay them down to rest.
The fresh will see what’s true.
The “new” ones praise the flame
Of truths they never sparked.
But still, it’s just the same —
Their brains are smoked and dark.
That science sinks as well —
Ruled now by fraud and spin.
Defy their priestly shell?
You're exiled for your sin.
The grip keeps getting tighter,
As in this world of schemes —
Where lies grow ever brighter
Inside their global dreams.
Don't seek the truth, they warn you —
That’s now a heretic’s crime.
And yes — the signs all scorn you:
Fascism reigns... through time.
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Truth’s not welcome in their class —
Obey or perish with the mass.
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Amid the Games...
You're gripped by fear of death’s disguise,
Crushed by lies and soaked in slime.
Keep down this path — you’ll demonize,
Trading thought for beastly grime.
But fear is useless. Faith? Misplaced.
Test all yourself — and death embrace.
Let ego split while you're still breathing —
Grow light, and fly to Spirit’s space.
To reach that height, turn insight on,
Sharpen the mind, let filth be gone —
This toilet-world of roles and stations,
These rigged-up games that mold "creation."
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Face death alive — let ego fall.
Then Spirit lifts you past it all.
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The Centuries-Long War
Get drunk on lies, then fade away,
Let nonsense nest inside your head —
A fool you’ll wake to one dark day,
Your soul long marked, your spirit dead.
This war has lasted many lives,
It hunts the soul — not land or gold.
Obey, submit, avoid all strife —
You’re in their ranks, a soldier cold.
Their army marches, bound by lies,
Where dead-eyed puppets lead the way.
To be a human — hard and wise —
When freaks and fools define the day.
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They kill your soul, not with a knife —
But drip-fed lies that drain your life.
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Not the People’s Dance
A twisted dance on foul command —
The stick is held by filth itself.
The helmeted, the blind, the damned —
You've lost your minds, bewitched by stealth.
This dance becomes a witch’s rite,
With cursed magicians in control.
They’ll never stop — by dead of night,
They turn the crowd to soulless trolls.
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The dance is cursed, the crowd enchained —
And humans into fiends are trained.
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Slaughter and Nonsense
Mad slaves once more
March off to war —
The battle-horns are crying.
What’s left to say?
They chose that way —
And now they march, all dying.
They drank their minds,
They sold their souls,
Let rot and lies consume.
Now dulled and blind,
They crawl in holes —
Each one a bought-out fool.
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They sold their minds, they lost their way —
Now rot and war is all they pay.
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Light and Soot
"I burn myself to light the way..."
— Nicolaes Tulp
To light the way, you need not burn —
Let balance be your truest guide.
When passion twists, it won’t return
As joy — just poison dressed in pride.
Burn out, and you release the smoke —
The soot that stains, the fumes that blind.
And false gods love when good men choke —
They’ll set the world alight in kind.
A colder light is far more sound —
Less madness, more refined control.
True balance never needs renown —
Be simply real. Reject the role.
For steadier light emits far more
Than any blaze that ends in pain.
Be subtler than the myths of war —
Where extremes let pure evil reign.
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Burn slow, burn true — not bright and blind.
In balance, real light’s redefined.
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Rashism
Girkin-Birkin — morgue awaits.
All of rashism meets its fate.
With their lackeys, filthy, crass —
How'd the nation lose its class?
Almost all... When fascist slime
Crawled in quietly, backdoor crime.
Cargo cult in Nazi skin —
Rashism: mutant clown within.
And that Puylo? Hitler’s joke —
Just a footstool for his cloak.
Kremlin's crew? A wretched breed —
Scraps of Satan, hate and greed.
Lies and violence — darkness reigns,
Brazen, mad and off the chains.
Not a country — just a bin
Full of shit and half-dead kin.
But there’s hope: erase the nest,
Burn the Kremlin with the rest.
Then, perhaps, one day you'll see
The land awaken, proud and free.
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Rashism dies — and with its fall,
The land may rise, beyond the thrall.
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Woof-Woof...
“ZOV” — woof, woof — “ZOV”:
Kremlin jackals spread their lies.
All march down to the grave’s alcove —
How much filth, how many spies!
Kherson’s lost, those pests remain,
Relentless venom, endless spite.
Connections thin among the sane —
The world’s enslaved by Goat’s dark might.
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Jackals bark, the poison flows —
The Goat’s dark grip still tightens woes.
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Media Targets and Sacred Lies
The Kremlin’s war has set its goals
Above all strategy and sense.
Rashka’s sons are fools, with roles
That crack the minds in wild offense.
Propaganda is the key,
For this insane, world-crazed crowd.
Dead are cheap — just debris
In fascism’s gray cloud.
This gray fascism reigns worldwide,
But slaughter’s just a side act played.
When sanity is cast aside —
It’s worse to kill with pawn parade.
More cruel than war’s own bitter cost,
Is hunger’s grip, more grave and vast.
The price of fools is dearly lost —
Few will survive this cursed blast.
If gray means fascism’s face,
These vermin wear it worse, no doubt.
Their Rashism’s shame — a vile disgrace:
Their “sacred” tales all torn inside out.
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Gray fascism spreads its lies —
While sacred myths disguise demise.
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Idea-less
A blow to the head,
A strike below —
The whole wide space.
Hell’s seed is spread
Everywhere you go.
If you’re not mad,
You’ll see the show —
Nothing but deformity,
No path but pain.
You serve the chaos —
Hell’s domain.
No ideas here — just herd,
Lies stuffed in every mind.
To trust their sham is shame,
Serving devils, cruelly blind.
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No ideas — just lies and chains.
Serving devils, all remains.
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In Memory of Osip Mandelstam
"No, never was I anyone’s contemporary,
Such honor’s not for me.
Oh, how I loathe that namesake’s lie —
That was not I, but he."
— Osip Mandelstam, 1924
What hell’s this “near” or “far” degree?
It’s just a troop of monkeys’ spree!
No joke — the fault’s profound, not small:
A flaw within both soul and all.
And so all Mandelstams are doomed,
Wherever, whenever they’ve stood.
Surrounded by the ruffians’ brood —
On ruins of the fallen wood,
They hunt the poets, minds that think,
Other souls who dare to blink.
The smart ones’ fate? The song’s been sung —
They’ll kill them all before too long.
For they build a global death camp’s frame.
What Mandelstam? It’s all the same!
Let "Red Cross" fly on white’s embrace —
The herd sees nothing but disgrace.
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Mandelstam dies, unheard, ignored —
While beasts build walls with hate and sword.
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So-Called “Hopes and Dreams”
Unforgivable to waste
Your life on hopes and dreams.
The key is to be chaste
With feelings — hiding schemes.
Only in your art can
The Spirit breathe and blaze.
If fate you sum that way,
You’ve still got brains to praise.
Don’t plan to be approved —
That’s just a chain, a wall.
In madhouse, Spirit’s doomed —
Without it, you will fall.
Walk on — don’t cling to hope —
The path itself’s the prize.
Laugh at chaos, don’t mope —
Decay won’t last for life.
Cataclysms will sweep away
All rot and dark abuse.
Dream only of the Soul’s sway —
Fascist hell will lose.
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No hopes, no dreams — just Spirit’s fire.
Walk on the path, and rise up higher.
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Ivan the Fool and Wanka-Wake-Up
Ivan the Fool,
And Wanka-Wake,
The fool’s stuck fast —
Wanka’s fate is harsh to take.
Bloody bath awaits —
Don’t trust, but seek your way.
Answers lie with minds awake,
The door’s for those who stray.
Fascism needs obedient fools,
They rise on every call,
Believing lies, devoid of souls.
They’ll die for lies, and that’s their fall.
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Fools rise to lies, no soul to save —
Wake up or drown within the grave.
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No Fear...
When the snitch sells you out,
The traitor turns executioner’s hand,
Be proud, don’t bow or sell your route.
Fascism’s death rules this land.
Through death — the righteous way —
You may step into life anew.
So fight, don’t bend or sway:
Submit, and rot alive will do.
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Face death strong — don’t kneel or bow.
Fight or rot — the choice is now.
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To a Would-Be Suicide
Use the rope like a noose —
For enemies, not you.
To kill yourself’s a ruse,
A flea’s escape — not true.
This fight’s the last with freaks,
Not many stand this way.
Though beaten down by grief,
Fight on if you’re not prey.
Use the rope like a noose—
Or better — machine gun’s roar...
This world may not heal soon,
But don’t march with its war.
Walk guided by your Spirit,
Not the lies and schemes they spread.
This truth’s no rumor — hear it:
Darkness fades like smoke — dead.
So every fighter counts,
Who battles evil’s face.
If you dare the noose,
The foes will meet disgrace.
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Use the rope to choke your foes —
Fight on, and watch the darkness close.
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Under the Moon and Underfoot...
The world beneath the moon —
A dirty feed for fools.
All people on this noon —
Cheese cut from rotten rules.
It’s free — a feeding pen,
Where lies ring loud as law.
They’re deafened by the din —
Don’t laugh, the horns you saw.
A horned king rules the land —
The ultimate Goat’s throne.
With beasts that mock and brand —
Evil’s seeds are sown.
Here darkness holds command,
Sucking on vile lies.
The underfoot, the banned —
Where rotten falsehoods rise.
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Under moon, the fools are fed —
By lies that chain and fill with dread.
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“With Regards”...
A joke:
A prison priest steps in to see
A thief, a bear-robber’s plea.
“Don’t lose heart, my son, I’ll try
To help you when your time is nigh.”
“Thanks, holy father,” said the man,
“But theft’s a craft that needs a plan —
Complex, refined, not just a game,
It takes real skill to stake your claim.”
Like fools, the dumb priests babble cheap
Their “truths” from lies that run so deep.
Dogma rules, customs decree —
Any “pioneer” can follow blindly.
For life’s hard trials, cheap advice
Is worthless, even for the nice.
But if you’re freak or “with regards” —
Go to priests, their flock’s the same regards.
Blind leading blind — that’s how they teach,
With dogmas that just push you off the beach.
They build a chasm, dark and wide,
Between the Real World and the idiot’s pride.
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Priests of lies, blind guides of fools —
Build walls that trap and break all rules.
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Majority and Minority
The majority votes dull,
A yoke for asses, souls turned null.
The herd of fools controls the day,
While wit and reason fade away.
The majority—idiots blind,
The minority—mad minds.
Darkness of traitors rise in force,
Satanic strength sets hell’s course.
Soon hell will come, its grip is real,
The wise few fade—apart they kneel,
Glittering ghosts beyond the fray,
“Above the fight,” they fade away.
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Fools hold power, the wise recede—
Hell’s shadow grows on blind mislead.
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On the Ruins of a "Country"
Cargo wars of cargo-f;hrers,
Cargo lies and hollow lies.
That fake double’s smoking fever —
Kremlin herds the blinded flies.
With reckless lies they flood the ground —
The bottom cracked in this deceit.
Dead grasp of fascism’s wound
Chokes all life beneath their feet.
Satan’s pages plot and scheme
To crush the “country” to the dust.
Wounds uncounted, measures mean —
Drenched in shit and broken trust.
No cure found, just mountains rise
Of filth and lies, Everest.
Carry your cross in these demise —
On ruins of a “country’s” rest.
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Cargo lies and fascist grips—
The "country" falls, drowned in their shit.
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Patients
To make a patient out of... a patient...
In school and college, just a case —
A fool they shaped you, no complacent,
Till work’s a madhouse, no escape.
The loss of reason—thin, so sly:
Once gone, your worth is small and slight.
You’re at war — from cradle, lie
The fight for mind, the costly fight.
The price you pay for every move
In battles they call “life” today.
If you stand still, refuse to prove,
Therapy will grind you away.
This therapy serves Reason’s call,
Where Pure Spirit leads the way.
But war’s a world where reason falls,
Ensnared in Satan’s dark array.
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Lost reason makes a patient’s fate —
Stand strong or fall to war and hate.
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The So-Called “Deep People”
Deep-rooted herd mentality —
The ancient “bond” that fools uphold:
Where dullness, rudeness, debauchery
Make fools their kings and tyrants bold.
Among the captive souls in Ukraine,
The wise are few, so hard to find.
Beasts breed beasts — what honor’s gain?
Spirit crushed, and reason blind.
That monstrous spawn of womb’s decay,
A relic freak, grotesque and vile.
On it fascism clings today,
While fools endure their shame and guile.
For years they’ve borne this undead plague —
The Kremlin’s puppets, lies they drag.
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Where fools rule, and spirit dies—
Deep people live in shadowed lies.
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The So-Called “Victorious War”
“Victorious war” —
When a “country” hits the bottom stone,
Ruled by beasts, by Satan’s throne,
The price you pay is all your soul.
If the beast is deemed “good” as whole,
Though masked like scab and skin decay,
Only lice will bear such toll,
While honor, reason slip away.
No longer humans — just the lice,
No honor, reason, or a soul.
Outside their ranks — rush to the fight,
At least write out your rebel role.
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Beasts rule where souls are sold—
“Victory” is death untold.
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Controlling the Herd
Controlling fools is simple work:
Hire traitors everywhere you see,
Stir dumb propaganda’s murk,
Nothing else is needed, really.
Care for people? Just a bit —
Shut the quick, kill or imprison.
But mostly lie, lie without quit,
To purge all truth with cruel precision.
Total lies flood madhouses wide —
Half-wits call these lands their own.
Legions of traitors spread and hide,
Soon the last wise minds are gone.
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Lie, control, and silence all —
Watch the herd soon lose and fall.
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Neo-Fascism
Bunker moths — vile Kremlin scum,
Hordes of fools, a stench, the media’s drum.
How much rot? How long the lies?
Every traitor there—neo-fascist guise.
Defeat will come, then swift collapse,
No more breeding such dull traps.
Ashes spread, decay’s dark breath,
Reviving Reason will be death.
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Neo-fascists spread their blight —
But ruin comes to end their night.
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The Kremlin Scum
There’s just a whore,
But then there’s Kremlin’s core —
Satan’s vile concubine.
That whore must be wiped clean,
The war’s chief mastermind.
That super-whore
Will sell your mother too,
Her soul half-bought and sold.
They sold the people down the drain,
Or stake the whore — all won’t be killed, it’s true.
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Kremlin whore, vile and cold —
Sells souls cheap, betrays the fold.
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The Herd
The herd drives fools to slaughter,
A final fight for fascist might.
All sheep are blamed for failure,
Though chance was there — not quite in sight.
The horned beast shines once again,
Your fate is sealed, the herd’s undone.
Huge masses fall beneath its reign,
Fascism’s grip grows fierce and won.
They’ll make you vile, a twisted pawn,
And breed more fools to feed their spawn.
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Herd of fools to slaughter led —
Fascism’s fight for mind and dread.
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Putler
A "moped" old fool,
A filthy double’s tool,
Spewing nonsense dread —
Fascism’s stinking spread.
That “moped” will kill kids,
While “bonds” are just skids —
Simply utter trash,
A bottomless crash.
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Putler raves, a stinking blight —
Kills kids while sinking out of sight.
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Generators
Hamster in the wheel —
A simple power source.
That’s what we all feel,
While vile dictators force
Feeds of lies and filth —
For beasts that never tire.
The system’s near its tilth,
The bottom cracks, entire.
The wheel spins fast and wild
Into hell’s deep abyss.
The hamster, meek and mild —
Just stomps without a miss.
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Hamsters spin, dictators feed —
The wheel falls fast to hell’s deep greed.
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Zombies and Fools
Zombies, zombies — thinking’s lost,
Their minds have rotted, gone to waste.
Once fools they were, but poisoned most
By books and speeches, lies misplaced.
The “leaders’” words, the broadcasts vile,
Turned wells of truth to filthy pits.
From human realms, they drained the smile,
Souls sucked dry—no life admits.
Without a soul, just walking dead,
Zombies roam, a cursed swarm.
Yet efforts rise, and soon instead,
These zombies form a deadly form.
Warrior zombies, armies dark,
Satan’s tools with minds erased.
Not just their brains, but souls they bark—
Yet speeches flow with bitter haste.
Obedient and fierce they stand,
Aggressive, stubborn to the core.
Where are you, fools, “our guiding hand”?
Like angels near the abyss’s roar.
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Soulless zombies, fools entranced—
Before the abyss, angels stand entranced.
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Ashes
The sky has torn,
Hell's gates are wide,
Fools stay mute,
While fiends preside.
Fascism, filth,
Fool, zombie too.
Bet odd or even —
All turns to ash, it’s true.
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Sky ripped, hell unleashed —
Fools silenced, all to ash decreased.
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Rashism
“Communism is Soviet power plus electrification of the whole country.”
— Vladimir Lenin
Rashism — power of vile beasts,
A country’s mind turned dumb and dead.
Those monsters’ mouths have long consumed
All scraps they crave to shred.
They need a war to crush and rip
What little’s left — mere bones and tails,
The bits they failed to swallow whole,
Like fishbone stuck in scaled-up trails.
Yet fools heed those disgusting fiends,
Marching to slaughter like it’s work,
They’re pillars of fascist force,
For them, the lies relentlessly jerk.
A thousand lies will flood the air —
“Attack!” the fools rush blindly in.
The sheep-virus was once upon,
But sheep won’t live to see the win.
This scum is set to wipe the flock,
Add lies a bit, then lies will kill —
The final act of falsehood’s mock,
The end of truth, the deathly chill.
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Rashism feeds on lies and hate —
Sheep march to fascism’s gate.
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So-Called “Progress”
A joke:
“Progress made outlets off-limits—
The brightest kids are dropping off.”
“Progress” is a press —
You’re squeezed like lemon peel.
From youth, they crush your zest —
Demons preach their broken spiel.
When pure and lively mind
Is useless to half-men,
Stupid fools stay confined,
Grasping twisted trends.
Ideas fed through that press,
Imprinted in the leaking brain.
For humans, it’s regress,
For demons, a toxic gain.
How to dumb down everyone?
Crush all minds with lies so lame.
Success for fiends is won —
Satan nearly rises again.
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Progress crushes minds like fruit—
Demons laugh, the fools commute.
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Mesozoic Era
Woodpecker-apes and hammer-brains,
F;hrer-lizards, zombie-drones,
Scavengers small, rivers of lies,
Into seas of madness flow and moan.
There “higher minds” pretend to rule,
A zealot priestess screams her part.
Gnomes and goblins, a false folk’s tool,
They mate a centaur with a wanton heart—
That vile freak becomes a god,
A cursed god in sick disguise,
Born from chaos, lies, and fraud,
A monster worshipped by the blind and wise.
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Woodpecker-apes and lizard fiends —
Gods made from lies and twisted schemes.
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The Stake Is Life
Not life ahead — just decay and rot,
When fear rules all, dark and tight.
Spirit’s agony, thoughts forgot,
Ash raised up as monuments of blight.
Those stinking dogmas stand as shrines —
Fascist filth that poisons air.
And people quiet as small mice,
Silent victims of the snare.
Cast off fear, live autonomously —
Answer death with strength and fight.
Rotten regimes praise slimy parasites,
Until crushed beneath the right.
The answer’s clear — communities,
Of rational minds that still remain.
Don’t seek reasons for apathy,
Act swiftly now, break every chain.
Gone are times of empty talk,
Submission’s cost: your very life.
Not so strong is Judas’ walk —
Sheep’s world fascism, ruled by strife.
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Fear decays; live free, resist —
The stake is life, don’t cease to fight the mist.
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The Doppelg;nger Putler and the Kremlin Scum
Putler’s old,
Only on the screen.
New orders come
From Kremlin’s mean machine:
They want a war,
Because there’s fear
Too little left
In the madhouse here.
They killed too few —
The cowID’s a sham.
Back again the sting
Of Kremlin’s rotten scum.
Russia’s fall
Is what will end it,
If that hellish plan
Comes fully to remit.
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Putler’s ghost on screens —
Kremlin’s scum fuels bloody scenes.
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Don’t Shoot the Pianist — Don’t Kick the Propagandist
“Don’t shoot the pianist —
He plays the best he can.”
Don’t kick the propagandist —
That bastard lies as much as he can.
No law now stops the lies,
They get summons shoved on their plans.
The summons covers only themes
They’re told to “report” and spin.
How they report is free — but what —
They’re dumb beyond that bin.
What they must lie — they lie, with spice,
If skilled enough to add their flair.
No honor, heart, or truth in sight —
Just whores who sell lies bare.
Before fascism, they crawl like worms,
And rake the cash that’s piled high.
But if you twist the dagger sharp,
Not all their ass wipes clean, no lie.
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Don’t blame the player, blame the game —
Propagandists spread lies and shame.
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Putler’s Debiloid Engineer
A debiloid, not plasmoid —
Primitive, crude design.
A lie on this freak will land —
Instant dull fascist decline.
Debiloid’s like amoeba —
Just to eat and spread its filth.
That’s why non-microbes here
Can kill these vile beings’ pith.
False-virus and warmongering —
Debiloid’s crushed by fear’s hand.
World’s madhouse in a frenzy —
You’re lost in this cursed land.
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Debiloid dumb, a fascist spawn —
Plague of lies and fear lives on.
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Mute
Being mute is not naive:
Like a worm, you’re born to grieve.
Such is fate for humankind —
So toss your words and peace of mind.
Who will grasp what burns inside?
Few will care or even try.
Most just live to chew and chew —
Worship food as gods would do.
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Worms don’t speak — they eat and crawl.
Words are trash to minds that stall.
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Âñåìèðíûé Êîíöëàãåðü è Îáùåìèðîâîé Êàòàêëèçì
"Ïðàâèëüíî æèòü" îçíà÷àåò ëèöåìåðèå, "ïðàâèëüíî äóìàòü" — ãëóïîñòü".
Áåðòðàí Ðàññåë.
"Ïðàâèëüíîþ æèçíüþ"
Ñ äåòñòâà îêðóæ¸í...
Óì â íåé êàê ó ñëèçíåé,
Âåðà â ÷óøü — çàêîí.
Íè÷åãî íå íàäî —
Ñëóøàé ðàçãîâîð
Ïåðâûõ âñòðå÷íûõ ãàäîâ:
Ñëîâíî ïðèãîâîð
Òàì èñïîëíåí — ÷óøü òà
Ñëîâíî ïàëà÷à
Ìåòêà. Ñêèñëè Äóøè,
Ê "ñ÷àñòüþ" ñ áûäëîì ì÷à.
Ãëóïîñòü ïîñòàíîâî÷íà —
Øêîëà, ÂÓÇ íà òî.
Õàâ÷èê è îáíîâî÷êè,
Òðóä êàê ïóòü â ÍÈ×ÒÎ.
Ëîæü è ëèöåìåðèå,
Òóïîñòü, ìîðå øèç,
Òàêæå Çëà òåðïåíèå —
Êàòèòñÿ âñ¸ Âíèç.
Ïåðñïåêòèâû àõîâû —
Êðèêîì ÅÄÈÍÈÖ
Íå ñïàñòè: íà ïëàõå ìû,
Äðóæíî ïàâøè íèö.
ÒÂÀÐÈ ñòðîÿò ëàãåðü
Íîâûé — ìèðîâîé.
Êðàñíûé êðåñò íà ôëàãå —
Áîëåí ãîëîâîé
Ìèð, è òî ãîâíèäîì
Ïîêàçàëà Ìãëà:
Èñïîëíÿëè ãíèäû
Öèðêóëÿð Êîçëà.
Êàòàêëèçì ñïàñåíèåì
 Ëàãåðü òîò ïðèä¸ò —
Äóõà èçáàâëåíèåì:
Ñòàë ÷ðåçìåðíûì Ãí¸ò.
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Êóäà ÂÅÄÓÒ ãîäà?
"×òî ãîäû èäóò, ýòî áû åù¸ íè÷åãî, íî â êàêóþ ñòîðîíó!"
Ñòàíèñëàâ Åæè Ëåö.
Êóäà èäóò —
È íàñ âåäóò?
Îòâåò íàì äàë ãîâíèä,
Îí çàêðåïë¸í âîéíóøêîé.
Êîëü óì â ñòàäàõ ïî÷òè äîáèò,
Òîãäà Âñåìèðíàÿ Ïñèõóøêà
 òîòàëüíûé äâèæåòñÿ Çàãîí,
Ãäå ìåñòà íåò Äóøè Ïîðûâàì.
Òàì ïîä÷èíåíüå íå çàêîí,
À ÑÓÙÍÎÑÒÜ òâàðåé, ÷òî "æèâóò ñ÷àñòë`èâî":
Íàïèøóò òî íà âñåõ ñòîëáàõ,
Íó à î çäðàâèè "çàáîòó"
Òàì âîïëîòÿò íå íà ñëîâàõ —
À â ïðîöåäóðàõ ñ ïåðåðûâîì íà ðàáîòó.
Øìóðäÿê â ãîâíèä íàì ïîêàçàë
Âñþ ñóùíîñòü àäñêîé ïðîöåäóðû.
È ìèð ïî÷òè äîø¸ë — ïðîïàë!
Íî âíîâü ìå÷òàþò îá îáíîâêàõ øêóðû...
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Police State
The cop reports for duty, proud —
A servant to the soulless crowd:
To guard the sheep who drool and nod,
And crush the ones who won’t applaud.
But sheep are rare, a dying race —
Extinction stares them in the face.
The game is rigged, the end is near —
Just look at War and CowID fear.
Those tests? A filter, sharp and cruel,
For thugs and sadists, scum and fool.
Thus fascist ranks are swelling fast —
That "friendly cop" is in the past.
They're not police — they’re occupation.
The war was lost without citation.
Their bosses — local gauleiters grim,
While flags still flutter, proud and prim.
Unspoken war, but well advanced:
A global camp is being financed.
The chief betrayer takes the lead —
His local pawn just writes the screed.
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They build a camp, but call it peace.
Your jailer smiles — your rights decrease.
The cop's no friend. The war is here.
Obey — or vanish in the smear.
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"Search" Engines
You type "Igor" — damn, and bam! —
Up pops Strelkov in war-porn spam.
That’s HuYandex — pure decay,
A puppet search in war's ballet.
It was the same with CowID lies —
Chains and fraud in clean disguise.
Search once meant truth... those days are dead.
Now fascist filters rule instead.
Censorship and shadow bans,
Fake news boosted by dirty hands.
Ask a question — get a pile
Of tabloid sewage ranked in style.
They sold their souls to scum and crooks,
To tyrant clowns with plastic looks.
The wise and honest barely breathe —
Just ghosts beneath a poisoned sheath.
And Google? Worse — a global dump,
A foul and algorithmic sump.
Where fascists bark and filth ascends —
And shit is trending. Truth? Depends.
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Search the truth — and choke on slime.
The filth is ranked. The lie’s sublime.
They code your cage, they feed your fear —
And wipe the web of what was clear.
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Waking Nightmare
I dreamt a nightmare — drooling fools
Closed in from every side, like ghouls.
The lies grew bold, the fascist grip
Had reached a new and deadly tip.
I woke... but horror didn't fade —
The world remained a grim charade.
What once was fraud and drugged consent
Is now a camp — malevolent.
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I woke — but still the nightmare stayed.
The world obeys. The truth’s betrayed.
It’s not a dream — it’s all too real:
A camp of chains, a spinning wheel.
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So-Called "Zen"
HuYandex Zen? A bigger lie?!
Just censored rot, no shame to buy.
They spit on Honor, Soul, and Mind —
And Truth? Long gagged and left behind.
Their "news" — pure filth, a toxic feed
Where paid propagandists mislead.
Real Zen? A master’s cracking staff
For smacking idiots in half.
But now — a madhouse in disguise:
Each mask conceals a stream of lies.
They rot the brains of fools en masse —
A festering swamp of lying gas.
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This "Zen" is sludge for slave control.
They twist the mind. They sell the soul.
No staff, no truth — just bile and spin.
The lie is holy. Thought’s a sin.
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Dreams and Reality
(A twist on Pushkin's theme)
"Dreams, sweet dreams — where did you go?
They vanished. All that's left is woe."
— Thus Pushkin's lines, now turned anew,
For filth remains — and dreams withdrew.
The lies are gone, the tyrants gone,
No fascist games are carried on.
No more dumb drunkenness or hate —
And rulers now cooperate!
They freed all patents, scrapped the greed,
Let sages rule, not men of need.
Power serves wisdom — what a fate!
But wait... that dream won’t resonate.
For wishful thinking, sweet but fake,
Was diagnosed a long mistake.
So come down from your air-built throne —
And stir, with care, the shit you own.
One fate remains — to stir the mess,
And kneel beneath the lies, no less,
While Kremlin fiends, with Nazi grace,
Continue killing — face by face.
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Dream’s a corpse — the stench is real.
You stir the waste, you lick the heel.
The F;hrer grins behind the screen —
And rules your world with gasoline.
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Rashism and the Kremlings
They bomb Zaporizhzhia and Kharkiv —
Hit dams, high-rises, power grids.
Old Hitler's corpse now coughs up scarlet —
For Russia, that's the final bid.
They coined a name — not just “fascism,”
But something fouler: rashism’s birth.
The TV foams with pure sadism —
Wild Nazi rot infects the Earth.
They chant their "values," twisted, fake —
Like Hitler’s "Aryan" crusade.
But Pootler’s show’s a cheap remake,
A grotesque, parody parade.
Like cattle to the slaughter line,
These morons march for "holy war" —
Too gutless even to define
Their bloodlust as it was before.
The colony — like Moskva's wreck —
Is sinking fast, a curse, a stain.
No exile waits on some safe deck —
Just ropes for all this filth and shame.
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Rashism grins, the lies explode.
The kremlings march a deathbound road.
No end in exile, flight or sun —
Just hang them all. Let justice run.
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Filthy Propagandists
The stinking hack believes he’s wise,
That only he controls the lies,
That only fools would chew this bait —
But justice has a certain weight.
Betray once — you’ll betray again.
You sell your soul, you rot for gain.
So brave in words — but deep inside,
A coward's filth you try to hide.
But here's the twist they never guess:
Their soul will pay for this disgrace.
For every smug and brazen screed —
A plague arrives to match the deed.
Their "values" led to fascist war,
To madness — rot down to the core.
As Germans once paid for their sin,
The world will crush rashism again.
That filthy voice — a deeper stain
Than torturers with tools of pain.
And still the world lies drowned, immersed
In poison words — the liar’s curse.
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The liar rots in lies he spread.
His soul is gone. His mouth is red.
No pen, no screen will shield his name —
The world will burn him out with shame.
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Farce
Old Hitler’s schemes slipped through the gate —
Through Mordor, mocked by time and fate.
Now history, in meme disguise,
Returns to dumb, enchanted eyes.
The drunks fall deep in trance and cheer,
While others laugh: “This crap? Sincere?”
It’s pure absurdity on loop —
Yet freaks still howl, that twisted troop.
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A meme-born farce, a drunk parade —
And only fools still feel afraid.
The rest just watch the circus roll —
Where madness plays the leading role.
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War on Reason
A war is raging, total, grim —
It’s Reason they now seek to dim.
They’ve drowned the mind in blind neglect,
Forgot you’re Spirit — what’d you expect?
The price will come: a hollow soul,
A sparkless void, no higher goal.
God’s left — and in that sudden gap
The Devil sets his breeding trap.
Forget this war? You’ll rot in chains —
In filth eternal, soaked in stains.
You’ll dwell in muck, in cursed unrest,
A walking heap with shit compressed.
The hills of waste are Everest.
While reason’s just a minor crest.
And you, beneath that crushing load,
Bear Satan’s cross on this dark road.
So cleanse yourself — cut through the lies,
Let Spirit, Reason truly rise.
And all the fascist filth you face —
Wipe off their snouts with truth and grace.
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You rot if you forget the war.
This filth will flood you, evermore.
But Reason fights — and once you stand,
You slap the Devil’s guiding hand.
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Gains and Losses
You gain a thing —
But lose another.
Believe bold lies —
You blind your brother.
You trust the beast —
The horns will grow.
They speak so sweet —
Then strike you low,
And down you fall
Through Hell's parade.
Go inward, all —
Don't be afraid.
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Trust the beast — you'll lose your mind.
Look within — and truth you'll find.
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Ordinary Fascism
(Dedicated to Mikhail Romm)
We could make films like Romm once did —
Of Bucha, Kharkiv, Zaporozhye’s grid.
Killing civilians, that’s their creed —
Genocide’s the fascist need.
Their shame is dead, their honor lost,
Their conscience crushed, no matter the cost.
For fascism needs the dull and blind,
To obey, fear the F;hrer’s mind.
The rashist plague has shit its pants,
In Ukraine, it met resistance.
Now only little time remains —
Fascism’s end will break its chains.
There’ll be a trial — hang them all:
The kremlings, orcs, the war’s dark thrall.
All guilty in this brutal fight —
The reckoning will bring the light.
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Fascism’s dirt will drown and fall.
The orcs will hang — they earned it all.
No mercy for the murder crew —
Justice comes, and it’s overdue.
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Farewell, Fascism!
Fascists and rashists —
There stand Hitler and Puylo.
Between them, communists.
Evil never mellowed.
The Sheep Virus spread —
An “Spanish flu” remake.
First lies invade the head,
Then comes the deadly stake.
Poisons, wars, again,
And lies that never cease.
We’re trapped inside a world insane,
But don’t touch the F;hrer’s peace —
Bow down to him, prepare to die,
Then beg the priests for grace.
If lucky, live — then purify,
And plead to save your face.
World asylum’s reign —
Farewell! The next catastrophe
Will burn these soulless stains —
Farewell, fascism’s tyranny!
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Farewell to lies and endless hate.
The world’s mad ward will close its gate.
Soulless fiends will burn and fall —
Farewell, fascism — end it all.
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Fascist Regime’s Convulsions
The regime convulses —
Strikes cities in its wrath.
This scum’s beyond redemption,
Only nooses clear their path.
Soon that grim fate is coming —
The noose will bring release.
The strikes will triple on the front —
The idiot’s grip will cease.
Only rashists kill civilians,
But soon the end is near.
The fascist rule will crumble down —
The ZSU holds firm here.
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The fascists twitch, their reign will fall.
Noose tightens — justice calls.
The frontline burns, their lies decay —
Rashism’s done, no more to stay.
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Ashes
Corrosion of the Mind,
Decay of the Soul’s core,
Nature torn, confined —
Used up, crushed, and more.
Light fades into the dark,
Truth banned, denied.
While lies ignite the spark —
Madness rules worldwide.
War and Sheep Virus’ hand,
Examples of disgrace.
Dignity, reason banned —
A stain on human race.
The dumb-down machine runs on,
Long launched, it grinds.
Morals shift — the shame goes on,
In this world that binds.
LGBT’s vile curse,
Violence and fear.
A dull decay, much worse —
A world turned into ash, unclear.
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Mind rots, the soul’s abused.
Truth crushed, the world confused.
War’s lies burn, hope turns to ash —
A dying world’s bitter crash.
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One of All, or All Against One
One stands alone —
While all come down as one.
Such “pleasures” shown —
Abundant, yet undone.
Nothing ever changes:
This mad world decays,
Poor and broken stages,
Lost in endless haze.
One mind rules a hundred —
But hunted down for truth.
Reason deemed a blunder,
“Attack the not your youth!”
For "us or them"
No reason’s in demand —
Only instinct’s helm.
While Spirit fades, unmanned.
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One fights all — the world’s a beast.
No mind survives — the Spirit ceased.
“Us versus them” — no thought, no soul,
Just primal howls to fill the hole.
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Fascist Scum
The last reserves are slipping,
To not fall in the pit.
A fatal power draining,
And nowhere else to sit.
If you step out—fools swarm,
They feed fascism’s might.
No longer humans, vermin,
A plague that spreads the blight.
Fascism’s filthy spawn—
Breeds traitors by the score.
No exit, just the dawn
Of shame and fear once more.
But fight you must, relentless,
To die with honor’s breath.
Forget the twisted pests —
Defy, erase their death.
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Fascist scum breeds fear and lies.
No shame beneath their hollow skies.
But fight, resist — and hold your ground,
Till all their filth is underground.
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Rashism
Calling foes fascists — what a joke!
This madness no sane mind can poke.
How did the sheep become rashists?
Only sarcasm cuts through this.
Logic fails to hold the thread —
Can you grasp the lies they spread?
Those vict’ry-mad faces bare,
Masks off for attacks unfair.
Mariupol’s staged disgrace,
Bucha’s pain in every place.
Schools, hospitals, plants destroyed,
Skyscrapers and war deployed.
Kids are slaughtered everywhere —
These filthy jackals don’t care.
Shaming Russia? They claim so loud —
But fools just echo lies allowed.
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Rashism’s lies — a foul parade.
Sheep march blind, the truth betrayed.
Kids die while jackals feast,
On poisoned lies from west to east.
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Grave-ization
To “Kobzon’s concert”
All the orcs now go.
In Ukraine, you bastard —
They’ll kill you, slow or quick, no show.
Try to sneak or strike again —
Or after — no reprieve.
From the “concert,” you descend
To Hell, no one to grieve.
Kharkiv, Kyiv, Bucha bleed —
Fighting peaceful souls, you fight.
Black clouds gather over beasts —
Once humans, now lost to night.
Dead children — hundreds lie,
Your path to Hell is paved.
Tomorrow or today —
One way for you, depraved.
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Orcs march to death’s song loud.
No mercy in the crowd.
Your road is Hell, no turning back —
Your fate’s a one-way track.
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Dumbosaurians
Dumbosaurians — not pterodactyls,
A thriving, cursed breed unfolds.
Though remnants of their minds are spent,
War and CowID mean no torment.
Dumbosaurian daughters rise,
A twisted legacy in disguise.
Humanity’s destruction plan —
For lizards’ sake, they wreck the land.
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Dumbosaurians breed and spread,
Brains long gone, but still they tread.
War and lies their deadly script —
Human fate by reptiles gripped.
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Show Business
Show biz started with the freaks,
A circus farce, no change but tweaks.
When all the crowds are dull and base,
The whole thing’s just a hollow space.
Perfect for the simple mind,
A dulling game, a trap designed.
The ass-shaker’s always loose,
Serving vice and dark abuse.
To dumb down and defile the best
Of Soul’s pure cries — a vile jest.
Sure, some exceptions may arise,
But mostly vermin crawl in lies.
And mainstream’s full of that decay —
Propaganda’s filthy sway.
Man sinks low to beastly planes,
Losing Spirit’s vital chains.
So only pure, bright souls can bear
The light of poetry to share.
As for the rest — that endless slime,
Spit it out, and leave it grime.
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Showbiz fools drag souls to dust.
Only light can break the rust.
Spit the filth, don’t feed the lies —
True art lives where spirit flies.
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“Progress”
Pump the junk with extra force,
Ramp the war — let chaos course.
Treat the masses just like skins,
Value only what begins.
Put all hides into the grind,
Make a servant skin designed,
One who knows the lies and whip —
This world’s doom’s a sinking ship.
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Feed the junk, fuel the fight.
Turn the world to endless night.
Skin the herd, no hope to fix —
Progress? Just a dirty trick.
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The Farm
Caught like mice within a trap,
Born into this cruel scrap —
Creatures wait to make their move,
You’re a target in their groove.
They’ll heap "cheese" beyond control,
But that cheese has turned to mold.
You’re the profit for the hound,
This world — a farm, tightly bound.
Yet the slaughter’s drawing near,
Inevitable and clear.
Now, in lies’ last fevered grip,
Their cursed herd begins to slip.
The herd has gorged on lies so deep,
This foulness they have come to keep.
One last chance remains to break
The chains of falsehoods that they make.
Or devils’ll drag the fools away
To their hell where darkness stays.
While filthy wretches, foul and crude,
Will perish in the stench of feud.
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Caught like mice, a deadly game.
The world’s a farm — a profit’s claim.
Break the lies or burn in hell —
The final choice, the last farewell.
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Sheep Virus and War
What once was rabbit,
Now minced to mash.
Fool, drunkard, idiot —
All part of the stash!
Mask’s no problem —
Passed the test’s call.
Put on your helmet —
March to your fall.
Test subjects, rabbits,
“Meat” for the fight:
If you don’t think —
You’re deep in the night.
Deep in hell’s pit.
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Rabbits trapped, no thought or care,
Meat for war in devil’s lair.
Mask on, march, the herd’s disgraced —
Lost to lies, trapped and erased.
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Sheep Virus “Doctors”
They graduated vivisection’s school —
That filth with minds forever dull.
Brains? — impotence inside their head,
Prescriptions read like deathly dread.
Money, money — greed’s foul game,
And sadism fuels their shame.
Like Pechenegs, they rage and storm,
With fascism in deadly form.
They’ll hang them all when reckoning calls —
Those pawns who made the monster’s walls.
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Vivisectors with poisoned hands,
Money-driven, cruel commands.
Hang the pawns who made the beast —
End the plague, and find release.
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Hybrid War
Herds of frightened fools abound,
Madness spilling all around,
Lies that only rotten scum
Swallow whole — no pause, no hum.
Barks, howls, screams — the box of lies
Breeds chaos, darkness in disguise.
This chaos, real and raw,
Used for psychic warfare’s law.
No more saving cash or gold,
This is war, its price is cold.
Idiots, neurotics’ pain —
Make the whole land numb and drained.
Killing isn’t best, they say —
Mines should maim, not take away,
So sons inherit scars and strife,
The crippled legacy of life.
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Madness floods, the fools comply,
Lies like poison fill the sky.
Maim, don’t kill — the war’s cruel game,
Legacy of pain and shame.
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Fun in the Madhouse
“A nightmare hour of fun,”
Awakening — just a spark.
A housewarming in the madhouse —
You’ve slipped into the dark.
Born into a madman’s Hell,
Is guilt or innocence to tell?
Joy in this loud, twisted home,
Right amid the war’s dark dome.
A war on Soul and Mind unfolds,
We’re plague to Earth, as truth foretold.
Three quarters — maybe more —
This madhouse fills to its core.
The layer of the wise grows thin,
While fools and madness reign within.
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Born in Hell, the madhouse roars,
Mind and Soul wage endless wars.
Few remain who see the light —
Lost within this endless night.
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Idiots
Clinical idiots all around,
You could fill ponds with fools unbound.
How to live ‘mid shattered minds,
And chase the goals one seeks to find?
It’s hard, but here’s the vital key:
Don’t argue, shun the misery.
Bring light to those who still can see —
Let wisdom fight this mockery.
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Idiots crowd, the world’s a mess.
Don’t fight — just shine, and nothing less.
Light up minds that still can hear —
The answer to this madness here.
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Decay by Lies
A joke:
A trial’s on. The judge inquires:
“Plaintiff, do you recognize
The man accused, who stole your ride?”
“Since his lawyer’s speech, I doubt it’s mine.”
After lawyer’s twisted speech,
TV’s madness, lies that preach,
So-called “scientist” and seer,
In robes that bring only sneer,
What remains is but deceit,
In minds, decay’s complete.
Like sheep led to the slaughter’s pen,
Lies grow, multiplied again.
The growth, the mass, the spreading blight,
Soon turns the world to endless night.
A global camp of rotting shame,
Where all the earth’s consumed by flame.
Forever here it will endure,
Generations stupid, sure,
Crawling low in shameful guise —
Decay makes traitors in disguise.
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Lies breed rot and endless shame,
Truth dissolves, consumed by flame.
Sheep led blind to darkest fate —
World decays beneath the weight.
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Global Cretinism
Idiots like crows descend,
Lies their only message send.
Total falsehood rules the day,
Reason’s stiff, begins to sway.
That small fraction left of mind
Rarely here is now to find.
Prison walls surround the Thought,
Spirit’s flame is barely caught.
All must fall, no sorrow kept —
This global prison’s cracked and swept.
Cataclysm soon will come,
Not much time to beat the drum.
And worldwide cretinism’s grip
Leaves no space for mercy’s sip.
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Crows of fools in lies entwined,
Reason’s gone, the soul confined.
Cataclysm’s near and grim —
No mercy for the world so dim.
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Swimming to Hell Amid the Ocean of Lies
Once there were “far distant lands” —
But all were smeared by slander’s hands.
Then everything was lost for good:
Spawn of evil lied as they stood.
Those creatures lie as breaths they take,
Yet truth we cannot seem to wake.
The whole of truth has drowned and died,
Beneath fierce propaganda’s tide.
In propaganda’s filthy sea,
So much foul stench and cruelty,
That all will drown — those scum, those fiends.
Only fools cheer on these scenes.
They don’t want thought, just obey,
Chew the lies and drift away.
In a world of dull-witted throngs,
The wise must dream of other songs.
But pride and scorn block every way —
So in this drift, we sink and sway,
To Hell we sink, too weak to strive,
Lazy souls can’t stay alive.
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Truth drowns deep in lies’ dark sea,
Fools rejoice in slavery.
Pride blocks paths to freedom’s shore —
So we sink forevermore.
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Sterlet and Inhuman Beasts
Body armor, helmet worn —
The slaughter rages full and torn.
Before, just masks to hide the face,
Like pike stalking carp in place.
Global fascism fools all throngs,
The wise gudgeon swims among.
To the fire, it’s gonna burn —
Inhuman kings will twist and turn.
If the beasts have bowed their heads,
Only slaughter lies ahead.
There’s a place for sterlet still,
But trapped within the global mill.
A world camp looms ahead,
“Care” on Reichstag’s walls is read.
A sign fools trust and bow to,
While madness reigns in darkened view.
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Armor on, the slaughter's near,
Fascist beasts bring doom and fear.
Only sterlet’s chance remains —
In this world of death and chains.
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Half a Dog
Football, hockey, pop — half-dog’s show,
Where intellect is running low.
Feed them "hay" and feed them "oats,"
From the news — chaos floats.
Add a false plague, war’s new game,
In school and college, lies proclaim.
Rule by falsehood every day —
Dull stumps will all obey.
They’ll believe and blindly go,
To slaughter like a sauna’s flow.
Taking with them those who think —
Down the dark abyss they sink.
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Half a dog, half a mind,
Fed with lies, the herd’s confined.
Blind to truth, they march away —
Taking light and hope astray.
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Desires and Such
Desires of a bastard,
Long since off the charts.
Fascism’s just a trick,
But basically — all sharts.
The bastard rules this place,
With false wants to deceive.
They poison minds nonstop —
To hell with what they weave.
Chekist’s friend is deceit,
Lies are power’s core.
In this foggy, bleak world,
Only darkness pours.
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Bastard’s whims, lies that reign,
Fascist games, endless pain.
Chekist’s tools in shadows play —
Truth dissolves, lost in the fray.
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The Bottom
Russia’s bottom—deep and dark,
The war revealed but just a spark.
A massive shadow long has stayed,
Sheep virus showed the fools displayed.
It also showed the traitors’ ranks,
But wild beasts outdid all thanks—
No one thought to see the worst:
Oprichniks in cities cursed,
Shooting children, women, all,
Bringing joy to beasts who maul.
So that “country” stands in shame —
A pit, a hell, a burning flame.
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Russia’s depths—dark, cold, and grim,
War’s faint light can’t save or trim.
Beasts and traitors rule the day,
Hell on Earth, no hope, no way.
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Fascist Regimes
Don’t flirt with the REGIME,
Don’t trust their empty schemes.
All regimes are lies and pain —
Ruled by beasts who bring the bane.
Satanism’s their twisted creed,
For the “top” who sow the weed.
Chains are forged for you, their prey —
In Bedlam slow death holds its sway.
Turning men to beasts, they crawl,
Lies abound, the worst of all.
Fewer judges, cops grow mean,
Madness spreads in every scene.
Lies migrate through chaos wide —
World’s a madhouse, none to guide.
Scum disguise as “kindly” guides,
Servants of the folks — their lies.
Don’t believe, build bonds instead,
Smash the lies that poison head.
No delay — autonomy claim,
Grow your strength and break their game.
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Regimes lie, beasts command,
Chains for you across the land.
Fight their lies — don’t trust, don’t kneel,
Build your strength and break their seal.
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Traitors and Snitches
Fooling nations, lies that bind,
Mockery, fear, and shame combined.
For fascist madmen, death’s not enough—
They want you stupid, dull, and rough.
To make a fool’s their wicked joy,
Become a traitor, snitch, their toy.
It only adds to their dark drive,
Soulless hearts that thrive to deprive.
Soullessness—their holy grail,
Idiots drunk on lies prevail.
Without a soul, no whim to spare,
They’re puppets tangled in despair.
This is what their masters crave—
Beasts who enslave and misbehave.
The snitch serves lies, a fog so thick,
But in the end, the fool’s the trick.
He’ll get nothing—join the heap,
With idiots, in darkness deep.
Snitches wiped like paper thin—
Rot and ruin from within.
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Traitors, snitches, soulless drones,
Feeding lies to break the bones.
In the end, they’ll all fall down—
Rotting kings without a crown.
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Scavengers
Positions aimed, locked tight—
In minds and lands alike.
Such here are brutal rites—
To crush all down to dust alike.
First strike the mind’s domain,
Then nothing stands in way.
A world ruled by fascist bane,
The people silent, led astray.
No people left to claim—
Traitors, fools, two-thirds the same.
Fed lies and rot until insane,
They charge again through flood and flame.
Attacking kin and near,
False plagues they spread in fear.
Like witches on their broom appear,
Propagandists prowl, drawing near.
They feed on carrion’s scent,
Injecting lies with vile intent.
Zombies ready, blindly bent—
A world lost, nearly spent.
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Scavengers hunt minds and lands,
Fascist grips with iron hands.
Lies injected, brains decay—
Zombies march, lost souls sway.
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The F;hrer and the Fool
The F;hrer nervously smokes —
Plans piled high in heaps.
Born of laziness and jokes,
Rot within that seeps.
The F;hrer dies, replaced,
A new one takes the throne.
The fool just stands, disgraced,
Endures the brutal drone.
Worse than Mussolini’s grip,
That seasoned fool remains —
So used to rot and lies that slip,
Drowned deep in endless chains.
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F;hrer burns with anxious breath,
Plans to bring the world to death.
Fool endures the toxic game —
Rot and lies, their deadly claim.
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Media and Whips
The media feed the scum’s delight,
To stench the world in endless blight.
They revel only in the smell—
Without the stink, no feast to tell.
Goats with horns jump wild and free,
Their fascist lackeys hold the key.
With whips they rule, the media worms,
Controlling fools in endless swarms.
That fascist scum, with no remorse,
Will crush or break with brutal force.
The sheep are mute, their minds all killed,
Reason gone, just chaos spilled.
The Spirit’s gone, replaced with sludge,
Where once were minds, now toxic sludge.
The sheep all dance in putrid haze,
While whips are stored for darker days.
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Media stench controls the herd,
Fascist whip commands the word.
Sheep are dumb, their minds all lost—
In the stink, they pay the cost.
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Structure Built of Lies
The haze dissolved? Not quite!
It lasted long, a rotten blight —
A mess of lies, an endless fight,
A structure forged in falsehood’s spite.
When lies spread deep, destruction’s seed,
From roof to base, the rot proceeds.
This rotten frame will surely fall,
Again, it’s bound to lose it all.
It’s fallen once, and many times—
Yet lies conceal the past’s hard crimes.
This latest falsehood’s broken through—
A sieve where all the lies come through.
Keep lying on, keep spinning tales—
The hour’s fixed; the system fails.
So thick with falsehood, fraud, disgrace,
No other end can take its place.
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Built on lies, the rotten frame,
Soon will fall, and bring the shame.
Falsehood floods, no truth survives—
Collapse is near, no hope survives.
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The Rashism Dilemma
A tangled, twisted dilemma brews —
Fascism’s scheme begins to lose:
What to do with memes grown old,
Themes worn out, and stories told?
Fascism needs more dumb design,
An endless drip to clog the mind.
A mental cleansing, cruel and grim—
That’s how rashism tries to cling.
To hold on just a little while,
Then flee the land with weary style.
For battle’s lost, no strength to fight—
Only surrender marks their plight.
The fall of fascism must bring
A cooling of the idiot ring.
So rashism dies, no tragic show—
Just fading fast, its final blow.
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Fascism’s scheme begins to crack,
Old memes no longer hold it back.
Dumbness forced to plug the mind—
Rashism’s end is near to find.
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The Propagandists’ False Agenda
Mimes — just passing by!
Into the woods! Don’t buy
The mask’s deceitful show,
No signs to guide them so—
Like scripted manuals,
For broken mentalals,
The liars listen close,
Deceiving friend and those.
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Mimes walk by — don’t fall for lies,
Masks hide truth behind their guise.
Scripts feed madness, false and grim,
Liars’ words corrupt the dim.
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The Slaughter of the Sheep
The slaughter of the sheep begins at dawn,
Too much filth on Earth — the lies go on.
The first vet comes to lead the way—
No need for drugs, just lies to sway.
For fascism, it’s all a gain,
Feeding lies that cause the pain.
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Sheep are culled at break of day,
Too much filth won’t fade away.
Lies serve fascist greed and game—
No cure, just feeding flame.
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Man to Man a Friend, and... Furry Brother
“Furry paw” commands the rule,
A satrap’s grip, cold and cruel.
Not “for” — but chained and led away,
Killed silent, stealthy, day by day.
“Friend” — just words on posters spread,
A wolf inside the zoo instead.
Brother? Furry, wild, and mad—
All of them are psychopaths.
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Furry Brother
Furry paw — the tyrant’s hand,
Silent kill across the land.
“Friend” — a wolf behind the door,
Brother? Psychopaths galore!
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Repeaters
"Drink the sludge, wear your muzzle,
Put on your helmet next —
In fascism, you’ll repeat a year,
On the third they’ll make you — livestock, vexed.
Just obey, swallow their lies,
Raise betrayal into cult’s might:
The traitor grins, your false “priest,”
He’ll lead you blind — you’re just a sprite.
At first they paint you like cattle,
Then erase to draw the scum.
And all is justified by lies —
For now, it’s lies that doom.**
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Hello...
Unbribable, untouchable
By vile creatures — hello!
An unfortunate imbecile
Answers, lost in sorrow.
We’ve worn out Nature’s patience —
World’s madhouse all around.
How low we’ve fallen, degraded —
All turned into cattle bound?
There will be Light! — the Sun will burn
This global madhouse down.
Not all will fall to scoundrels’ hands,
Nor rot as filthy clown.
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The Naked King
The "Naked King" — not new F;hrer, not beast,
Just a common cracked fool, his mind deceased.
Naked means nothing — the king’s just a slave,
Called so as all strength from the masses gave.
They call Darkness "civilization,"
Pretend “wise” are the common population,
Distracting all eyes from the cruel freaks’ reign,
Those mad demons who rule with disdain.
Everywhere “kind” and “royal” are found —
In foul stench, in dog food on the ground,
Called “nutrition,” the media’s foul scent —
A total mess, nonsense to the extent!
And there’s nothing left to clothe these beasts,
Mad ones wrapped in their delirious feasts.
In nauseous madness and lies they stew,
Like frogs, from reason not even a clue.
That trace of reason lost in the sand,
A narrow path where a caravan once planned.
Once frogs sat deep in the swampy slime,
Now they stew in vats of phony grime.
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The Passage
No man remains — just a strangling snake,
That squeezes, crushes, suffocates all in its wake.
There’s a passage: fools drift one way,
Traitors and liars the other way stray.
A steep path climbs to heights above,
Dangerous — for the rare ones with love,
Who won’t bow their necks to the yoke,
Nor sink in the mire of fear and lies spoke.
Only the few will reach that peak,
Among the many, it’s freedom they seek.
They’ll soar like birds, forever free,
Though no nests are built there, only liberty.
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Fuhrer’s Counter
Make a Geiger counter for lies,
Or it’s the end, no compromise.
Don’t touch that zombie-box — beware:
One touch, and you’re done — despair.
Like a bomb of megatons — two hundred strong,
This madness going on so long!
The fool believes, the noise goes loud —
He’s already dead, no mask allowed.
“Chemical defense” charade,
Masks, trash, helmets all displayed.
The fascist fiend with lies anew
Launches attacks — the sickest crew.
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The Global Zoocircus
“Moo-moo” and manhood don’t align
When all is shrouded deep in blight.
Around you — stumps that used to shine,
And hamsters hiding from the light,
And packs of dogs — not strays, but trained
To serve the Dark, obey, attack…
When all Foundations are profaned,
The void rewrites all meaning back.
To hell with “bravery” so fake —
When sellout morons march on minds!
And “wisdom” means how well you take
The shit, then hoard what comfort finds.
To call such habits “clever ways”
Means Spirit’s spark has long decayed.
Mind’s task is service, not to blaze —
The Soul should lead, and not be swayed.
Forget that rule — you’re pig or mutt,
A "strong one", sure — but just a tool.
A cat’s more noble in its gut —
At least its eyes still carry soul.
And so — soon comes the cleansing blaze,
Through Sunlight born of Higher Fire.
That “spark” — it lit some fifty Mays
Ago. Look out — the glow climbs higher…
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Variant of the last stanza:
Then comes the purge — a holy flare,
Sun-fed, but not of solar breed.
It strikes the dumb-beast hive-lair —
And burns their training to the seed.
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Zoocircus, burn!
The Soul returns —
Through Light, through Flame,
To break your chains.
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The Flame descends — the Mask is torn.
No beast shall rise. A soul is born.
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To the Summits...
A tropic night in Moldova glows,
By day — near forty, burning sky.
Perhaps the Sun will melt the chains —
For minds awake, it’s do or die.
The traps are set for every Soul —
A war for spirits, fierce and vast.
While traitors, like well-oiled guns,
Strike truth with lies — direct and fast.
They fire fear and reek of rot,
They breed soullessness through WAR.
This world’s become a seething pit,
A stage for Gorky’s Lower Floor.
Tsvetaeva saw it long ago —
This world is hell, pure, tight and black.
The noose became her way to go —
Only a fool would want it back.
But tropic nights reach Alps as well,
The solar fire begins to sear
This HELL ON EARTH — it soon shall fall,
Its dust will take the lies and fear.
And through that dust — a path shall rise,
Beyond this realm, beyond its screams.
Just few shall climb, escape the fire —
Those who kept Soul, and kept their dreams.
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Hell burns. The blind obey and rot.
But Souls unchained — they lose it not.
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Worse Means More,
More Means Worse
Worse means more,
More means worse:
Lies grow thick
In liar's curse.
Venom rises
In obscene lies —
Mind grows thinner
Where evil thrives.
This vale of fear,
This night of dread,
Where Will is chained,
Where truth lies dead.
Once — the whip,
Now — the lie,
The world’s a cage —
No wings to fly.
No flight upward
Through the grime,
No Light breaks through
This putrid time.
Just one choice left —
To drown or fight,
In death or claws
Of dark delight.
The deadliest poison
Lurks in deceit,
But shameful slaves
Still kiss its feet.
So fades the question,
The choice decays —
Death alone
Now clears the maze.
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Truth is banned,
Lies flood the land —
No wings, no flame,
Just Death... and Shame.
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The Scab
The one in charge won’t crash or fall —
He hides while puppets play the role:
Grotesque buffoons in full display,
Whip lies like batons every day.
The puppetmaster waits in shade,
Dreams of the strings forever laid.
While idiots — in dumb despair —
Curse clowns... and never look back there.
To stop all thought — that is the game.
And yes — they’re winning. What a shame.
Each passing age more dull, more blind —
Degeneration now refined.
And since the masses are this dumb,
To rule this herd is not so glum.
The Beasts grow bold — they want their hell,
A slaughterhouse run smooth and well.
CowID revealed how quick they build
A Global Camp — and none were thrilled.
The world now crusted, scabbed and dead,
By mutants void of any head.
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The world’s a camp. The minds are gone.
The Scab has won. The Herd moves on.
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Tragic Themes
They shun all tragic themes —
It helps them rot in Hell.
Mute souls, in shallow dreams,
Where lies and numbness dwell.
If tragedy won’t break
The Mind or stir the Soul —
Then madness takes its stake,
And chains you to its role.
A servant of the Dark —
Where fake hope’s been ingrained.
Your mind reduced to mush,
And thus—the Beast is trained.
Fascism feeds on fools —
It always needs the weak.
It eats what Honor leaves,
And silences the meek.
Not always with a gun —
They kill through slow decay:
Crushed poor, unheard by all,
Drowned in demonic play.
The media’s all theirs —
CowID showed it clear.
With newer, sharper fangs
Fascism grins near.
Now lies become the blade —
The Dark prefers this route:
To strip the Soul from Man,
And birth the Beast throughout.
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When truth is banned and lies command,
The Beast returns to scorch the land.
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Propaganda
Propaganda — pure Uganda:
That’s the level. Pure collapse.
Ruled by Scum — the filthy handler,
Spreading Satan’s toxic scraps.
Dust of darkness rains on numbskulls,
Down their scalps and through their minds.
Still they sit and bear the poison —
Though it rots them, though it blinds.
Scum pulls strings — the clown is dancing,
TV howls its circus lies.
“Politicians” triple falsehoods —
Long as cash keeps flowing nice.
Goebbels spins in hell, convulsing
In his cauldron, caked in flames —
Demons screech absurd distortions,
And folks worship shit with names.
Some half-F;hrer on your screen
Rants his crap with dead-eyed glee —
And though it’s clear the “tsar” is fake,
No one cares. They let it be.
Cloned-out F;hrers, empty faces —
Still, the Scum’s control expands.
Propaganda now erases
Truth through undeclared war’s hands.
The world — ears wide, brain shut tight —
Has forgotten how to think.
And the prize of this great slaughter?
Souls that let the demons sink.
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They fed you filth. You ate it whole.
Now Scum controls your mind — and Soul.
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Pyrrhic Victory
The media lies, barefaced,
Erasing minds in haste.
And we obey the orders cast
By Darkness — off to waste.
The world lies drowned in total fiction —
A global sea of thick deceit.
The Beasts now rule with no restriction,
Their triumph — dull, submissive meat.
And nations? Gone — in full deletion feat.
No fire awaits below —
This Earth’s the Hell we know.
No doubts remain, it’s plain to see:
The scum that feeds on souls so low
Will always feast and grin with glee.
What wakes the herd at last?
A signal — “Sic them!” — fast.
For fascism reigns where Mind is numb,
And Truth has breathed its last.
CowID revealed this creeping blight,
Then war confirmed the game they play.
They softened minds with AIDS in flight,
Now rule with lies — and with a tray.
Of needles, drugs — to herd the brutes and slay.
The world lies under Sin.
A jackass grins within,
As scum march millions to their cage —
A concentration bin.
And since we let the Evil in,
We’ll pay the price without delay.
The victory — Pyrrhic — carved in sin:
The slaves and Beasts all burned away,
To clear this ground for… other tests to play.
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The Beasts have won — the slaves don’t care.
Let fire cleanse this mad despair.
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The Luciferian System
No matter the trials you face —
Forget the “barriers” they cite.
If you bow to the System’s grace,
You’re just a mutt — not fit to fight.
A terrier chasing scraps and lies,
Obeying every barked command.
For safety’s fakes and feeding highs,
You’ll kill the dream of Freedom’s land.
Prepare as well for slaughter’s den —
They cull old dogs without regret.
There’s younger brutes — more quick with fangs,
And numbers rule their cruel roulette.
No matter the mask of pain —
Just guard your Soul through all deceit.
Though ancient truths remain,
Their light now fades beneath defeat.
The System’s core is Blight —
Its sharpest blade — the lie.
We live in End-Time’s night.
Grow Spirit, or you die.
To reach the Realm of Soul —
You’ll need a heart set free.
If trained and tamed’s your role —
The Pit is your decree.
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A dog that kneels, obeys, and dies —
Won’t reach the truth beyond the lies.
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The Making of F;hrers and Sub-F;hrers
Sub-F;hrers — they don’t grow with ease.
They’re forged in monstrous lies and grease.
The crust of falsehoods spreads and thickens,
While hollow “ideas” breed like sickness.
“Progress” takes years — the careful plan:
To drive the people into pens,
Reduce them first to beasts — then send
To slaughter, ruled by shadowed men.
From deep behind the veil they write
The scripts for every staged world war.
All’s rigged — no truth is left in sight.
Just price tags now, and death by score.
The question’s this: How many more
Can we destroy, and stay on track?
The trick? Just lie a little more —
It’s budget-friendly to attack.
History loops, begins again —
But this time, we are near the end.
Collapse is brewing, vast and fast —
The flood has come. Nothing will last.
The tenth great wave of brazen lies
Now rises — final, full, intense.
The System feels its own demise…
And lies its guts out — in defense.
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They lied too much. The world will choke.
The final flood’s no metaphor — it spoke.
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Lavandos and Pindos
Lavandos, Pindos — endless shows,
News vomit pouring nonstop,
Distorted nonsense, endless blows —
A total, steaming pile of flop.
Brains boiling in this endless stew
Of worthless garbage, dull decay.
And worse and worse — the poison’s true:
The end is near, no light, no way.
Dumbing down by endless lies,
By zombie screens that rot the soul,
Degrading minds with stupid cries —
A festering, corrupt black hole.
Add schools and colleges to this,
Where forgetting is the rule,
And what you get is just the piss
Of swine who swallow every fool.
Beasts that crap into your ears,
And shit inside your very heart.
This world? No peace — just rotting fears,
A graveyard where all hope departs.
Only few — a vanishing breed —
Escape the idiot parade,
With Spirit strong, no poison’s seed,
The rare, pure souls not yet decayed.
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They feed the herd with poisoned lies,
While only few still see the skies.
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Diamond Mine
You can’t cram in filthy lies
When years are given to the mind.
If you care beyond your skin,
Falsehood won’t so easily bind.
At first, deceit may slip right through,
But turn on reason’s guiding light —
You’ll see the brazen lies in view,
Expose them all, and set things right.
But only if the system’s built
On truth and intuition’s reign —
While beasts recycle hollow filth,
Refilling nonsense once again.
To dumb us down — their cruel design,
Means endless lies and false parade.
Their memetic chains entwine —
A prison forged from masquerade.
The lies are vast, a cavern deep —
You’re miner in this twisted pit,
Searching for gems you can keep,
Sifting mirages bit by bit.
Most ore is empty, dull, and gray —
Rare diamonds flash through chaos wild.
Among the mad, they call clich;
A “talent” that is so reviled.
Methane pockets build and swell,
Soon the mine will blow apart.
Yet stubborn fools just lie and yell,
Piling waste — no end, no start.
True art’s to forge the diamond pure
Beyond the mine, outside the lies.
Not mere facts, but Light’s allure —
If you’re bold, the gem will rise.
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Beyond the pit, beyond the pain —
True diamonds rise through honest flame.
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Literary Tastes, or Hell’s Rebuilding
"Ahead of the herd goes a horned ram with a bell.
The sheep believe he knows the way.
But the ram just wants to lead —
Dust-free path and better hay...
Many men are like sausages:
Whatever fills them, that they bear."
— Kozma Prutkov
Kozma’s words for serfs,
“Zarathustra” for the few.
Chains amass inside the mind —
Believe the lies? You’re pierced through.
Not just lies — but forged deceit,
A writer’s well-known cheap device.
The Prologue’s done; lies repeat —
A flood of falsehoods, cold as ice.
The Final Act? A Hell,
A ninth circle’s lot for most.
For many — traitors swell
Ranks from first to last, by ghost.
The ninth circle’s just one ring,
But thousands more must fill that pit.
To pack the beasts who serve the king —
By rank and merit in their grit.
Rebuild Hell anew — who cares
For matter, toil, or dim despair?
Foreman leads, no time to pause —
The dark will raise its walls with flaws.
And Earth itself becomes the pit,
A subcircle, dark and grim.
As filth and rot begin to spit —
With lice and scum exalted slim.
Where is protest in the words?
Counterpropaganda’s lost.
The pointing finger’s broken sword —
Midst dung and lies it’s tempest-tossed.
There are exceptions, sure —
But they don’t prove any truth.
Drive the lies out — pure and pure,
Read what’s clean — the “Veche” booth.
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Hell rebuilds, the scum arise —
Truth’s voice drowned by endless lies.
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Themes
What stale old themes remain
Above the sharpest, bleeding core?
“Poets” now are mute, in vain —
Only nonsense, memes, and more.
And all that “cutesy-mushy” stuff,
Takes priority in the fray.
To write the truth? That’s way too tough —
In madness, reason fades away.
The world lies steeped in shared decay,
A plague that spreads without control.
Time’s short; the end won’t stay at bay —
Cataclysms cleanse the soul.
As centuries of fascist blight
Oppress the mind, distort the truth.
They shift their names, their roars and fights,
But kill the Spirit’s lasting root.
This is the inhuman goal,
Almost done, the curse set fast.
Yet cataclysms bring the toll —
So bottom’s never reached at last.
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Madness rules — truth’s left to drown.
Cataclysms burn the ground.
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Stockholm Syndrome
More die here from cancer, stroke, and heart —
Than from the cults of Stalin’s dark,
Or Hitler’s ghost — compared, it’s naught,
Yet worse is what the mind’s been taught.
Stockholm Syndrome kills by billions,
For Evil’s grip is not the fall
Of Spirit or of Reason’s millions —
But turning man into a mule.
These beasts, burdened to the brim,
Mock creatures once with God’s own spark.
They bear the weight of every sin,
While Evil’s triumph leaves its mark.
This syndrome is the root, the cause —
Where fighting kin, not the true foe,
Is praised as strength without a pause,
And blames the wrong man for the blow.
The World’s great Scapegoat is Satan’s kin,
And all the vile, the twisted herd —
In this dumbed-down fascist den,
A mountain built of lies absurd.
Fear fills donkeys’ empty minds —
They “love” their makers of the dark.
To cast out fear from deepest folds —
That is courage; not for fools or barks.
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Fear breeds slaves who love their chains —
True courage breaks those bonds and reigns.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Billions fall — not from old tyrants’ cults,
But from the poison in their heads.
Stockholm Syndrome’s grip insults —
It turns the free to slavish dreads.
The mind decays not by pure evil,
But by the leash it learns to wear.
Beasts burdened, hollow, primeval —
Lost sparks once bright, now stripped bare.
They praise the fight against their brothers,
Blind to the true Devil’s reign.
The world’s scapegoat, Satan’s others,
Rule through lies, control, and pain.
Donkeys crushed with fear and blindness,
“Love” their masters of the dark.
To purge this dread — true boldness,
Not for fools who bark and bark.
Break the chains, confront the lies,
Courage wakes the spirit’s flame.
Only those who cut the ties
Rise above this deadly game.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Not cancer, stroke, or mortal strike —
But deeper wounds within the soul,
The silent cult of darkness’ psyche,
That shatters minds and steals control.
Stockholm Syndrome, vast and blind,
Kills billions through unseen decay.
Not Evil’s form, but false design —
That twists the Spirit’s light away.
These beasts, once sparks of sacred flame,
Now burdened souls beneath the weight
Of shadows that they dare not name,
Enslaved within their fear and fate.
They wage their wars on kin, not Shade,
Confused, they worship false disguise.
The world’s great Scapegoat, demon-made,
Behind the veil of whispered lies.
Fear is the prison of the mind,
A veil that blinds the inner sight.
To cast this terror out, and find
The courage born of Spirit’s light —
That’s the true path beyond the dark,
Where chains dissolve, illusions fall.
Awake the soul’s eternal spark —
And break the deepest Stockholm thrall.
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Fear blinds the soul — but Spirit sees,
And breaks the chains to set us free.
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The Mob-Mouthed Scum
Mob-mouthed scum have bred like germs —
A monstrous, soulless spawn of Hell.
Huge bellies swell with evil terms,
The spawn of Darkness where they dwell.
For centuries, the work went on
To breed these heartless, hollow breeds.
A breed of dogs that serve the con,
Dragging the wise down with their deeds.
They drag the honest, spirit-strong —
That’s why they came to be designed.
No use to talk, it’s all too wrong,
They’ll burn your nerves, leave sense behind.
You cannot teach or reason there —
Just waste your breath and feed their hate.
They multiply through lies and scare —
Your truth makes them more animate.
They’re tuned to lies, bred to fear —
Now lies are louder than before.
The final years are drawing near —
A reckoning is at the door.
A Higher Power will destroy
These worms that gnaw and burn the Earth.
The heat foretells the coming joy:
The Sun grows stronger with new birth.
Who said that God means only “tolerate”?
With scum like these, we’ll part our ways.
Worlds differ — some rise, some wait —
The beasts go Hell’s eternal maze.
The mob-mouthed scum are battle slaves,
The servants of the foul and vile —
In line with darkness, death, and graves,
A damned and broken, bitter pile.
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The mob-mouthed scum will face their doom —
The light will burn, reclaim the tomb.
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Scorching Sun
The scorching sun — here lies the chance:
To burn the filth from Earth’s wide face,
The lesson missed — mankind’s advance
Became a plague upon this place.
Consuming Earth and Spirit’s light,
Defiling all with poisoned hands,
The vile servants of dark night,
With rotting minds and evil plans,
Must be boiled off like lice, a pest —
This world a plague-ridden barn.
Only lies advance the rest,
Beneath wild waves of brutal harm.
Honor, conscience, shame — all lost,
Forgotten in the endless void.
For swine, the trough becomes the cost,
When reason’s spark is thus destroyed.
The few who stand — no longer counted —
Weak, scattered, fading from the fray.
The gluttonous fool soon mounts it,
And sends them all to breakaway.
Yet sun’s harsh blaze will save them too —
Better death than Hell’s slow blight,
Awaiting when the madness through
Will knock to end the endless night.
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The sun will burn the rot away —
Better death than Hell’s decay.
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False Religions
The "Scripture" is the slaughter
Of sheep — a shepherd’s trap.
Everywhere the mind’s disaster,
Soul’s torment — where’s the map?
All true news comes direct,
No filthy scribbles, lies,
No "heirs" of dark defect,
"Spiritual thieves" in disguise.
Go only inward — there
The answers you will find.
Readers mock the written fare,
Cheap poison for the mind.
For poison it remains —
Spiritual venom’s grip,
Else evil’s endless chains
Would never feed this script.
Exceptions — just a grain,
Lost in the dumbed-down praise.
To seek in hollowed vain
Is wasting time and days.
Ideas for the slaves,
Who gulp the fools’ delights —
“Religions” — traps and graves
Of many blinded sights.
This false world trades in lies.
The seeker stands alone,
If honest, brave, and wise:
"Test all!" — your solemn tone.
The only path to find —
Intuition’s flame will guide.
Cut lies loose, leave fog behind,
Or in deception’s swamp, you’ll slide.
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False faiths are poison’s art —
Seek inside with open heart.
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False Religions
The "Scripture" is a ritual —
A slaughter of the meek,
A shepherd’s whispered cruel,
Where truth is faint and weak.
True tidings come unfiltered,
No scribbles from the night,
No heirs of darkness, wilting,
No thieves that steal the light.
Seek only deep within,
Where silent answers glow —
Beyond the veil of sin,
Where only seekers go.
The written word’s a poison,
A venom cloaked in ink,
An endless dark horizon,
Where souls are made to sink.
Exceptions, grains of light,
Lost in the fog of praise.
To seek in blind delight
Is to waste endless days.
Ideas forged for slaves,
Who drink the bitter wine —
False faiths, unholy graves,
Where spirit fails to shine.
This world trades in illusion,
Deceit its sacred art.
The lone seeker’s resolution:
To test with open heart.
Intuition’s flame will guide,
Beyond all crafted lies,
Cut through the mists that hide —
The path where freedom lies.
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Within the veil, the Spirit wakes —
False shadows fade, the soul remakes.
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Slave "Labor"
"They burn themselves at work" —
But souls should blaze instead!
To toil, or boredom’s jerk,
Endure dull pain instead?
Since childhood we’re trained tight —
“Futile labor’s art,”
A proven blight and blight,
That crushes mind and heart.
When slavery lasts for ages,
How can you truly burn?
Patience in cages,
And stubbornness to learn.
But here’s the catch: the slave,
Mad drunk on his own chain,
Counts crowds as free and brave,
While hoarding worthless gain.
Their idol’s clear and grim —
“Work hard, collect your dust.”
Lie, fat, and slime grow dim,
In cycles of disgust.
“They burn themselves at work” —
Well, serves them just the same:
Riding fools in yoke and jerk,
Trailing after goat of shame.
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Burn at work, yet lose your soul —
A slave to lies, a broken whole.
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Failures
“Disappointment’s the finest chariot
To ride along the Dharma’s way.”
— Buddhist Saying
Is “bad luck” just mischance?
Failures shape the soul’s own course:
In crushing blows and tears’ expanse,
Don’t rush toward success’s force.
The crash of hopes, dismay’s embrace —
The Dharma’s path is hard and bright.
A soul’s dark sacrifice in place:
Remember this through day and night.
What price will you pay for luck? —
Wasting strength on hollow gains.
Before the soul, you’ll be struck:
Balance lost brings equal pains.
Pure strength and aims against the dross —
Money, “glory,” shallow praise,
Opinions of the mindless gloss —
All vanish in the Dharma’s blaze.
In the end you gain but dust —
Corrupt, decayed, a hollow bluff.
Upon the soul, clouds gather just —
The ruin’s deep, the fall is rough.
Failure is the task at hand,
If in this crooked world you dwell.
Success belongs to Spirit’s land —
You’re lost if all your longings quell.
To understand oblivion —
The vital art upon the path.
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In failure’s grip the spirit grows —
Forget to fall, and truth you lose.
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The World’s a Fool’s Delirium
The world’s a freak’s mad rambling thought,
Shaken blind with deepest fright.
Yet all its woes are falsely bought —
A monster sets the tasks outright.
A beast, both stupid and corrupt,
Executes commands with zeal.
CowID shows how firmly gripped —
Officials for their bribes congeal!
A single order — and the fiend
Will do whatever evil’s made.
But only bribes will set the end,
While rot has long since overplayed.
The madness of this world is deep,
So camps arise to hold the fools —
If idiot’s meek, believes the creep,
And propaganda’s cruel rules,
The task will be fulfilled in time.
Yet here’s a sneaky twist to heed:
When beasts grow bold beyond the line,
The time to wipe them out will breed.
Cataclysms approach to strike,
A reckoning for fear and greed —
A new fascism’s deadly spike
Has turned the world to dust and bleed.
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When beasts grow bold and rot the land —
The cleansing fire is close at hand.
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Mountains and Holes, or “They Screw Us, Yet We Grow Strong”
“Only mountains can surpass the mountains...”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, 1966
Only holes can trump the mighty mountains.
No hole to hide — you’re doomed to fall:
All eyes will judge with harsh misgivings,
You’re lower than baseboards after all.
Drag yourself into your hole, keep silent,
Believe the lies, just blindly dream.
“They screw us...” — steel yourself, be silent,
Only in your hole can you find your dream.
No flood will drown those holes around —
Just lies that flood and seal them tight.
No flood — just global shit abound:
These years bring forth that sorry plight.
Only bunkers beat the holes, you see.
Be Judas, build your bunker deep.
Examples stand: Hitler, Putler’s spree —
Work thrice as hard to sow deceit.
Become a bunker rat, then future
Will mark your name in history’s book.
The first step: let the scum surround you,
Let them lead, let fools have the look.
The path to “success” is thorny, rough —
Only thick-skinned, bought fools survive.
Throw all culture’s remnants to the bluff —
With it, you’ll never truly thrive.
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No mountain beats the hole’s grim throne —
Screw’d and steeled, you stand alone.
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Stupidity
Clip, picture, meme — it’s pure disaster!
Is this the end of dumbed-down progress?
Hardly so — the crush grows faster,
Pressing beasts in lies and fear’s excess.
Torturing minds with tightening lies,
Year by year the methods grow,
Meaner, crueler, their disguise —
The dumbed-down masses don’t even know.
A stupefied, weak-minded crowd
Can’t dream of freedom’s face;
Words alone control them loud —
Threaten, oppress — no time to waste.
The evil swarm’s relentless goal —
Soullessness in grand advance;
Since cradle age you lose control,
Drowned in lies and fear’s grim dance.
This world of crooked mirrors’ shame,
The idiot now obedient —
Completes their tasks with no acclaim,
Like two fingers mocking — insolent.
CowID showed the truth to all:
War, disgrace, and utter shame.
The world rushes to its fall —
End of the devil’s wicked game.
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Dumbed down deep, the masses fall —
Endgame for the devil’s call.
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Weightlifting
Train your ears with weighted bars,
Prepare yourself for what’s to come,
For propaganda rules like scars —
In Evil’s world, the mind’s undone.
Just trust and never analyze —
That’s how you drop out of the herd.
At bottom fall the shameful lies,
Where truth is crushed and hope deferred.
They’ll chew and feed the empty words,
To swallow nonsense day by day.
Less drunk on vodka than on herds
Of lies they learn to feed and sway.
Everywhere they lie and sell,
And Judas fools grow dull and blind.
“This world is doomed!” — their battle yell:
To crush and raze all they can find.
The Sun has started burning clean,
To purge the filth that taints the Earth.
No place for fiends, for souls unkeen —
No honor left, no mind, no worth.
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Train your ears to bear the lies —
The sun will burn their dark disguise.
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If Only We Didn’t Know
If only we didn’t know the mind
Is crap discharged by mental drones,
No PhDs can make that kind
Of truth from lies and hollow tones.
The brain’s complex but just a tool —
Consciousness’s spark, the soul’s own tie.
The “scientist,” a cheating fool,
Feeds spirits fables, frauds on high.
Though Spirit reigns supreme, they shove
Their fictions in its sacred place.
For them, honors fit like a glove —
But truth and honor lose their face.
They hack a child’s mind in half —
Yet consciousness will rise again.
Those hairy paws impose their craft,
Commanding silence o’er the plain.
The hairy paw rules over all.
The “scientist” bows, a craven whore:
He’ll slander, praise, or make you fall —
If money comes on time, and more.
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Mind’s just crap from mental drones —
Truth’s crushed by greedy, lying clones.
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Idiots of “Dark Thoughts”
Idiots discuss destruction,
As if fighting Evil’s sin
Were a burden, an obstruction,
Or a fault they’re caught within.
To find hell real, to dwell there,
The “dark thoughts” bright start appears
Like a block for fools who swear
That decay’s the way through years.
Rot in hell and call it “heaven” —
Can you purge that vile disgrace?
Beasts who mock, provoke unbidden,
Urging Evil to embrace.
“Optimism,” “positives”
Sown like weeds by fools betrayed.
The idiot buys their lies, deceives,
Their doom in falsehoods laid.
Directly lost, yet indirect —
Forget bright thoughts in hell’s domain.
In this place, no tears correct,
No whining ends the pain.
But “dark thoughts” hold light’s true spark,
Guiding paths through hell’s abyss.
Those who spread false cheer and lark —
Before God must answer this.
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Dark thoughts bring light to hell’s abyss —
False cheer serves Evil’s cruel kiss.
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Kim Il Suns, Kim Jong Irs, and Maos
Kim Il Suns, Kim Jong Irs, and Maos,
Grant us strength to wipe away
All the Pol Pots — those idiotic foes
Who seek dictatorship’s sway.
If we don’t purge their rise,
At the start of their dark quest,
Only slaughter waits our eyes —
No peace, no place to rest.
“Democrats” are close behind,
In lies’ Sixth Chamber trapped.
A hidden rule, cruelly designed,
Where culture’s soul is snapped.
Without it, all is lost.
Strike lies down, confront the Night —
To be yourself, whatever the cost,
Is freedom’s shining light.
You’re no slave when you strive
To cast off darkness’ chain.
Anger is where awareness thrives,
In hatred’s righteous pain.
Forever fools are led
To slaughter in foul lies.
Awareness raises strength ahead,
And lifts the spirit’s rise.
With knowledge comes the cataclysms
That crush fascist realms to dust.
Then you may flee to other prisms —
New worlds where light is just.
The foolish go to hell anew.
No fool is fit to roam
In worlds of Spirit, pure and true —
Fools are the Light’s true foe.
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Fools breed tyrants, fools decay —
Strength and wisdom clear the way.
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In Pieces
Take it all apart to pieces,
So you never build again.
First to shred is “happiness” —
Its core is woven lies and pain.
You’ve learned well how to deceive —
Lie to others, lie to self.
Soul near broken — hard to breathe,
And the homeland turned to shelf.
Smoke and stench fill cursed lands,
You revere the foolish, blind.
Look beyond the foolish plans —
Horror there you’ll surely find.
For that “happiness” you chase
Is poison deep, a toxic sway.
Don’t delay — dissect the base,
Throw the lies and masks away.
Only deep inside you’ll find
Answers pure, without deceit.
Throw the falsehoods from your mind —
Consciousness is incomplete.
No advice, no easy key —
Alchemy’s the inward quest.
Light within will set you free,
And with it, shed the dreadful rest.
The terror of the global madhouse
Grows with every passing day.
Fools grow bolder, spirits drowse —
At the end of all decay.
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Disassembled Souls
Take it all — dismantle, shred —
So it never binds again.
First to sever: hollow "joy,"
Whose root is spun from lies and pain.
You’ve mastered art of falsehood’s breath,
Deceiving self, betraying soul.
Almost crushed beneath that death,
Homeland fades — a smoky hole.
In this realm of fetid haze,
You worship shadows, blind and blind.
Peer beyond the veiled malaise —
A terror waits to seize your mind.
That cursed "happiness" you chase
Is venom deep within the core.
Wake, discard the wicked trace —
Cast deceit from your inner door.
Answers dwell not in the noise,
But in silence deep, profound.
Shatter all the falsehoods’ ploys —
In the void, truth will be found.
No guideposts lead this sacred quest —
Alchemy within the heart.
Light ignites the soul’s unrest,
Tearing veils of fear apart.
The world’s madness thickens fast —
A swirling storm of blight and blare.
Fools grow fierce; the darkness casts
Its final shadow, grim despair.
Yet from this ruin, light will rise —
Born inside the deepest night.
Soul reborn, beyond the lies —
Emerging into boundless light.
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Locked Away
Psychiatrists lock them up,
And prisons do the same.
The world—a theater,
Or madhouse ruled by shame.
Who dares to stand against,
Gets punished without cause.
A global mental ward,
Where madness sets the laws.
Fools believe in freedom’s lie,
That slavery is gone.
Madmen feed the idiot’s mind,
Those “above” stringing on.
No place for traitors here—
Only filth lies deep below.
Spies are watched with ruthless eyes,
But in the gutter’s stench they go.
A worldwide stench—propaganda’s breath,
Dumbs down fools, commands their fate.
Protecting skins while spreading death,
Killing mind and soul with hate.
Fear’s driven forth—then guarded tight:
“Two in one” — the deadly game.
By lies and poison in the night,
They slay the mind and shame.
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The Many-Humped Camel
A camel’s sometimes single-humped,
Sometimes two humps rise in view.
But proud Homo sapiens thump,
Spewing nonsense as they do.
They fail to see they’ve grown so plump—
A camel with a humps’ brigade,
Leading caravans to dump
At cliffs where Judas’ debts are paid.
Those humps exist inside the mind,
Built from fear and layered lies.
Though simple truths you’ll surely find
Behind what Judas’ venom buys.
Just see the motives, clear and cold,
Of those fiends through falsehood’s veil—
But then you won’t be “happy” sold,
Nor find your place within the tale.
Reason’s growth will squeeze away
What’s human left inside the shell,
And souls will burn in terror’s sway—
Leaving herds that blindly dwell.
Soulless flocks, to fiends aligned,
Marching blindly in a chain.
Count the many humps that bind—
Camel hordes spread far and plain.
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The “Servant” Man Beneath the Fiends’ Command
Creativity flares up in rage—
Hard to bear its burning weight.
No poet’s charm or ancient page
Can prove what’s lost to fate.
Not proof that’s sought, but soul’s fierce cry,
Bursting forth in angry verse.
If “cute fluff” is all you spy—
Your mind’s reversed, a curse.
It’s out of order, 'cause the doom
Is creeping close and near:
The meek, dull masses meet their tomb—
Reduced to nothing here.
The “servant” man, a tool and pawn,
For vile fiends who rule the game,
They’ve made him weak; his spirit gone—
These blocks believe the shame.
They trust the myths, the lies on screens,
In total falsehood’s reign,
Fearful, angry—those fiendish scenes
Where traitors hold the reign.
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For Every “Wise Man,” Simplicity Suffices
Does autumn only mow the leaves?
No — it cuts your strength as well,
Awake! Simplicity’s your spell.
Swim in summer, run in fall;
Year by year repeat the fight.
Stillness — not just empty thrall,
It’s stupor’s prison, blind to light.
Reject the lies that suffocate,
Stand alone, create, persist.
Though your efforts dissipate,
Chasing “fame” is just a tryst.
Fame among the fools and clowns?
Shameful dust, a hollow blight.
They’re content to gnaw their crowns —
Captured in the web of lies and spite.
“Cute fluff” is all they treasure,
Strengthening falsehood’s grasp.
If you serve the crooked measure,
You’ll feed illusions that will clasp.
Better to drown in lies and fog...
Or run in terror’s endless maze.
The horror’s real — no mere dialogue —
It circles close, sets hearts ablaze.
Race along the winding path,
Lines of “duality of being.”
Though fragile life invites the wrath,
In stupor’s grip, you’re just unseeing...
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Rotten "Apple" Films Its Lies
Rotten "Apple" shoots its flicks,
Pushing globalism's scheme.
Outside phones, it drops the tricks —
Pride pulls downward, kills the dream.
Gates, the so-called "doctor" grand,
Filled the world with worthless trash.
How we fell for this bland scam,
Turned the Earth into a trash.
Now the Artist must code tight,
Or starve in markets false and cold.
The "market" is a hollow blight —
Nothing there, just bought and sold.
They spin the web through “Hu-yandex” —
Censorship its iron hand.
Got a domain? Then just expect
Your visits to be rather bland.
But for all depraved extremes,
Open roads stretch wide and far.
Negative selection schemes
Made this world a rotten scar.
This has sealed its dire fate —
Soon the ashes will arise.
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Lies and Madness — Two Sides of One Coin
“Show me a sane man, and I’ll cure him.”
— Carl Jung, truth unmasked.
The sickness in the freaks’ own minds
Is viral — keep your distance, friend.
Madness now is "normal" kind,
The common folk — submissive, penned.
That madness shoved through media lies,
And books that chain the mind in place.
False knowledge, forged with cunning ties,
The strongest shackle on the race.
You, Pure Spirit — heresy.
False faiths that poison and debase.
Preachers bare their teeth, decree
To drag all down to hell’s embrace.
Freaks in white coats serve fascism —
CowID revealed the truth.
If brave and honest, shirk their schism,
Their "expertise" is dead, uncouth.
Only mind that serves the soul,
Not one that twists and crushes whole.
Else demons lodge within your brain,
And lies infest you like a stain.
Today, lies and madness fused
Into one medal, cruel and cold,
Given to the fallen, bruised —
Transforming worlds to rot and mold.
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Warrior Tomatoes
Tomato’s primal reign o’er protest,
While sausage sits as king and god.
The people knead like docile dough—
Mold what you will, as long as nod.
Only warrior tomatoes
Hide behind usernames, speak loud,
But softer still the harshest blame
When Hell grows mad and storms the crowd.
Soon one brave act will burst the juice—
The few who dare to fight the lie.
Till then, Hell rules and crushes those
Who stand and won’t be bowed to die.
And juice will flow in floods and tides—
Tomato’s primacy will rise.
So far it’s been a pitiful scene,
Feces-formed by cops and lies.
Propaganda grinds them down,
Until they’re bricks in fascist stacks.
Tomatoes’ screams fall on deaf ears—
Fascism answers all attacks.
Fascism’s grip is global, vast,
Tomatoes cannot change the game.
The world’s become a constant scorn—
Reason’s pyre awaits the flame.
And now the End is on its way,
To hug the scum and slaves alike.
Not poisoned by the lies, it thrives—
This is their grim, dark spike.
Will mercy come? Perhaps, some day...
A purer world might rise anew.
Through Spirit, souls as thin as air
Will pierce the veil and break on through.
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Just Listen to Your Own Soul!
Alien nonsense, dark as night,
Creeps on souls like blackened stain.
Only listen to your soul—
The world’s enslaved by evil’s chain.
Just listen to your soul alone—
Lies are total, evil vast.
Traitors, zealots, fools abound—
Most are lost within the past.
Heed the beasts, become their fool,
First among the mindless throng.
Bend before the rabble’s mob—
You’ll be just a broken pawn.
The common fool’s the new “norm,”
As madness rules the land today.
A flood of lies that breed our woes—
The root of all that leads astray.
Dulling minds, diseases spread—
The cruel spawn of wicked hands.
Better blind and deaf they want,
To keep control and crush the lands.
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Consumerism’s Curse
I eat, yet shun the slippery slime —
Consumerism’s sick disease.
For shallow minds, a twisted crime,
A rule: avoid that cursed ease.
Where blows come hard upon the skull,
And cash is never found or stored.
If every crossroads you’ll appall,
You’re worth no more than filthy horde.
You stand, though fed and stuffed your fill,
In Spirit’s realm, a foolish clown.
Your tales of wisdom? Just a kill —
Decay that drags your soul down.
That lame excuse, “Like all, I stray,”
Throw down to Hell — that’s where it fits.
You serve the beast, you play its play!
A lackey? Just a dough that splits.
To be a pawn, your mind must grow,
Consumer sickness breeds no light.
It leads you only to the snow —
Burn up that plague, escape the night!
Consumerism cuts both ways —
It feeds on you as you consume.
Amidst the lies and stinking haze,
You’ll never grasp what love resumes.
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Traitors
They’ve bought the salt and matches —
Ready now for war’s grim dance.
In lies and fear they’ve always dwelled,
Just scraping dregs in dark expanse.
The lowest pit belongs to “folk,”
While traitors climb the upward tier.
To beasts they sell their very souls —
Those freaks, for “success,” trade dear.
They crush the meek, serve Devil’s will,
A breed of hellspawn, vile and bare,
With stubby “minds” like stumps of wood,
No conscience, just a poisoned glare.
No order met with refusal —
CowID revealed the truth:
Remember history’s shameful page,
Genocide’s relentless ruth.
Fascism shifts its wicked mask,
Yet ever stays the same foul game.
Serve infernal beasts — your path
Leads fast to Hell, fueled by your shame.
While breathing lies, they sow their seeds,
The people reap their harvest: fear.
They spew more nonsense every day —
The world drowns in a flood of sneer.
Will it end? Hardly, they’ll destroy
The entire valley of the world.
As scum just breed more lies and pain,
In endless shadows, horrors twirled.
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We Howl — Fight!
Third-rate like trash,
Falsehood’s brutal crash.
Here’s the twisted game:
The louder the scream,
The cruder the lie,
Yet multiplied by fear —
Falsehood sharpens high,
Harder to deny.
Hard to find the truth,
But lying’s learned by proof —
A full paradox.
Fear and lies detox.
Fools drown in the madness,
Crushed beneath their sadness —
Complete idiots all,
As deeper lies fall.
Where fools once stood,
Falsehood grows like wood,
Spreading thick and fast —
Truth’s been overcast.
CowID showed this well:
Minds slain in a shell.
No chance left to save —
The world’s a mad rave.
Clinic! Alarm bells ring!
Fascism’s just a sting:
Now global, worldwide.
Ears go deaf — we howl and fight!
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Light on the Path
From "Mother God" is born anew
Another walking myth for view.
Believe the nonsense? Then you’re cursed —
A mind diseased, almost like worst.
Conception must be called a sin,
A blasphemy that lures within,
And this falsehood firmly stays,
To drive the fools in cruel ways.
Above the violence they spread
Rotting nonsense, dark and dead.
For hellish fiends, it’s sheer delight —
To scare, to crush, to blind the sight.
Satanism’s the root of all creeds,
Buddhism lags but still proceeds.
Atheism adds its books of lies,
Confusing minds, and dulling eyes.
And widespread stupor reigns supreme —
The fiends keep watch, they scheme, they scheme.
“Religions” weigh like anvils hard,
Atheism’s hammer strikes them scarred.
Since childhood fed on varied crap,
You’ve lost the art to think, to map.
To find your mind and soul anew,
Discard the fog, the total untrue.
Thought serves the Spirit — intuition
Must always guide its recognition.
This truth lies at tradition’s heart:
A Light that leads the seeker’s part.
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Íè áåëüìåñà â ìèðå áåñîâ
Ïîíèìàòü ÿ íå æåëàþ.
Åñòü ñòèõè, ÿ â íèõ ïîâåñà —
Íåñêëàäóõè óìíîæàþ:
Îò "ïîðÿäêà", èäèîòîâ
 ñòîéëî ãîíÿùèõ, âîðîòèò.
Ïóñòü ñòèõè è íå ðàáîòà,
Óì â íèõ ÿðî êîëîáðîäèò.
Íå âîëíóåò è ÷èòàòåëü —
Äëÿ ñåáÿ âñåãäà ïèøó.
Õóæå íåêóäà: èçäàòåëü
Çàïðèìåòèò — îí ïàðøó
Çäåñü îáû÷íî îòìå÷àåò,
Îñòðûé ñòèõ íå äëÿ òîëïû.
ßðûõ Ìóçà ïðèâå÷àåò,
Èçäàþòñÿ æå æëîáû.
Õîòü òðóäíåå ñ êàæäûì ãîäîì
Íîâèçíó â ñòèõè ïèõàòü,
Êîëü èñïèøåøüñÿ, óðîäîì
Ñòàíåøü. Îñòà¸òñÿ ëèøü äåðçàòü!..
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Îãîíü
"Îãîíü êàê îñíîâà ìèðîçäàíèÿ âå÷åí, â òî âðåìÿ êàê êîñìîñ íå âå÷åí".
Ãåðàêëèò.
Îãîíü èçâå÷åí, ïðåõîäÿùè
Ìèðû — îíè íå íàñòîÿùè,
Êîãäà Äóõîâíûå Ïîðûâû
Òàì äóøàò ñëîâíî òî íàðûâû.
Îãîíü âíóòðè: íàéäè, ðàçäóé!
Èëü ðàáñòâî â Òüìå ÂÍÎÂÜ îáîñíóé:
Íà óõèùðåíèÿ áîãàòî
Ãíèëîå ýãî, à "óìà ïàëàòà"
Ïîñòðîåíà äëÿ îïðàâäàíüÿ
Îò ÒÂÀÐÅÉ áëàãà îæèäàíüÿ.
Äîæä¸øüñÿ — Äóøó óíè÷òîæàò.
Ïîêà æå ëîæü è ñòðàõ ïðåäëîæàò
Êàê ñïîñîá æèçÄíè â òîì Çàãîíå,
Ãäå ñàòàíèçì âñåãäà íà òðîíå,
Ìåíÿÿ ôîðìû è íàçâàíüÿ,
È "äîáðîòó" — äëÿ îïðàâäàíüÿ.
"Äîáðî" ïîêàçàíî ãîâíèäîì:
Îáû÷íûé ë¸ãêèé íàñìîðê ãíèäû
Áîëåçíüþ ãðîçíîé îáúÿâèëè
È ñòðàõîì, øìóðäÿêîì óáèëè
Íåìàëî äóðíåé. Îæèäàåò
Íàâàëîì áåä òàêèõ. Ëàæàåò
Óì, åñëè Îãíü íå ïðàâèò èì, —
Òîãäà ÒÂÀÐÜ¨Ì ëåãêî ãíîáèì.
Íó ÷òî æ, Èùè, áîðèñü íåùàäíî
Ñ ìèðêîì óáîãèì êðîâîæàäíûì —
Âîëü¸øüñÿ ðàíî èëè ïîçäíî
 Áîëüøîé Îãîíü, äëÿ ÒÂÀÐÅÉ ãðîçíûé.
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Storms and Dreams
I love the storm in heated Fall —
So much for "warming's" final call!
If you are sharp, awake, aware,
You’ll trash the BEASTS and all their glare.
The cows all fart, the plants all choke —
This world’s a gas-infested joke.
But if your mind is clear, not blind,
You’ll cut through dogma’s ties that bind.
You’ll see the Sun grow bold and bright,
Preparing for a searing rite —
To scorch all lies down to the bone
And burn this False World to the stone.
Yet if the Spiritual Man
Were not so rare, but led the clan,
He’d stand for Nature like a king,
And even calm the solar swing.
The Earth has called — the Sun replied,
Its blazing message cannot hide.
But why must all be turned to ash?
Let’s smash the LIES, not Earth, in clash.
That rot has poisoned field and sea,
And humans crawl like blight on tree.
While anti-humans rule the hive,
The Earth will cleanse — none left alive.
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Two-Legged Sheep
A sheep is bred for Doom and Death,
For cultured Ends, for Final Breath.
A brand-new type, by fate designed —
Its brain near-pulp, its soul declined.
The Ramnavirus made it plain:
This world has lost its twitching brain.
They’re building camps across the sphere
For all whose minds are still sincere.
If you're not sick — prepare to die.
They'll craft a CowID to try
Outdoing past and future Hell —
Death dressed in white — a doc as well.
He stabs you with a poison lie
While Evil’s howling from the sky.
And fools — they cheer, believe the swine.
But now the fool's an old design:
The "sheepman" is the brand-new freak —
Submissive, blind, corrupt, and weak.
Will higher powers watch this farce?
This mad world worships Satan's arse.
Yes, he’s the god now, drenched in slime,
Ruling this age of filth and crime.
The sheep revolt? No — not a chance.
So let’s just smirk… as MADNESS DANCE.
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A world of sheep — no soul, no clue.
The doc’s in white — the end comes too.
They cheer the camp, they love the chain.
And Satan smiles… through sheepish brain.
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Light in the Dark
Gleams of Light —
Not a stream:
Song is sung,
Now comes the Dream...
Storm is rising —
Dark and deep.
Crowds await
Their "happy sleep."
Was the song
For them designed?
What a waste —
The deaf, the blind.
They won't feel it,
Won't awake —
On their knees
For "manna" fake.
Sing your truth
To just a few,
Call them forth
Through twilight blue.
Lead them past
The darkened veil —
Mind won’t grasp
What lights prevail.
Let your inner sense arise —
Light’s flare is a glimpse of skies.
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The Light won’t flood a world so blind —
It sparks for those who seek and find.
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The Net and the Zombie Box
Today I watch TV with glee —
This puke connects me to my "free"
And mighty homeland, drunk and dazed,
Still mourning Spirit it erased.
It drank itself into a grave,
Once wise — now proudly soul-depraved.
I’ll watch again — the rot, the trend,
Grows funnier… for poems to bend.
The zombie box? A vile parade —
Yet perfect source for truth displayed.
Hell’s broadcast in its rawest stream:
Each meme’s a monster’s mocking dream.
CowID was a circus act,
Broadcast on loop — no sense, no tact.
One gulp of that and you might drown,
Like minds gone rotten all around.
Just kidding, though — I never stare
At zombie screens. I’m more aware.
Reflections from the sheep online
Are more than enough for every line.
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TV’s a sewer, spewing lies —
But in the Net, the stench still flies.
The herd repeats it all by rote —
And that’s the "truth" they love to quote.
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Strangled by Memory, the Mind Must Die
"The most vital knowledge is the art of forgetting the useless."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BCE
Forget the useless! Toss it out!
How much crap they pour about
In youth — with strain and stiff decree —
Straight from Bedlam's ministry.
Memory overload — beware!
It murders thought beyond repair.
They “teach” with tons of reeking trash,
Till minds collapse in one loud crash.
This isn’t chance — it’s by design:
To kill the mind, by slow decline.
They swap your thoughts for toxic streams
And run your life through broken dreams.
The creatures lie — through work, through news.
In Mary's World of Twisted Views,
Deception's fine-tuned to the core —
They fake it better than before.
For ages long, their scheme's the same:
Plant fictions deep — then shift the blame.
The idiot in mental chains
Is easier to lock than brains.
He cannot think — so can’t perceive
The monstrous lies that make him grieve.
But call him “free”? He swells with pride,
While truth is mocked and pushed aside.
Forget the useless — hear your Soul!
It holds the key, the map, the goal.
And if you dare — with mind intact —
You’ll find the path they want you lacked.
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Forget their junk — reclaim your mind.
The path to truth leaves lies behind.
Think clear — and all their fake design
Falls dead beneath your inner sign.
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Consumption and Mass “Culture”
Main course, please! Bring out the herring,
Sausage, bacon — load the plate!
Pour some vodka, keep it daring —
Drown the country in that state.
Gorge and chug — the proud ambition
Of the masses, dumb and proud.
Hence the chains and the submission —
Everything else gets disavowed.
Sex, “education,” faith — all twisted
To amuse and numb the brain.
Learn to grab what’s most delicious,
Skip the soul, pursue the gain.
Gobble down those rare sensations,
Shun excess — keep lies intact.
Lying well ensures your station —
It’s the top-consumer’s pact.
Lie with skill — and you’re ascending.
Truth? Just dead weight on the climb.
What you sell means more than meaning —
Emptiness becomes the prime.
Empty heads and zombie stations —
That’s the peak of culture now.
But this Hell of simulations
Won’t deceive us — not somehow.
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They feed on lies and call it grace —
The mass “culture” is a feeding place.
But those not drunk on screen and plate
Still see through all that crafted fate.
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So Bored, So Broken...
It’s boring now. It’s grim, it’s dead —
No more themes left to be said.
Worthy souls are rare as air...
Is it time to leave? — Who'd care?
Fools still swarm with base desires:
Breed and binge, then stoke their fires.
All this mess was made for It —
Born to gulp and breed and sit.
Years decay — the sane are few.
Don’t regret what you must do.
To linger here, mid mutant spawn —
Is death by boredom, drawn and drawn.
Worse than Misha’s fate, I’d say.
Our world shrinks more every day.
Trapped in trivia, caught in debt —
Tiny hooks, and tighter net.
The creatures lace us up with fluff,
Their petty lies — a steaming bluff.
Fascists shout from holy spires,
Spewing filth as sacred choirs.
All’s infected. Mind and Soul
Show the rot — a deeper hole.
Not a scratch, but sarcoma’s thread:
No bright years — just walking dead.
The House of Fools is overgrown —
The creatures kill to guard their throne.
War, CowID, and hunger’s call —
The fool obeys — and that's it all.
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No heroes left, no fight to start —
Just mutants bred with soulless heart.
The fool obeys. The world’s insane.
There’s nothing left... but dirt and pain.
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Disillusionment
Be disillusioned — crush your fear.
Be done with lies that rule you here.
Cling to nothing — it’s all dust.
Why rot among these masks of rust?
Disillusion — your first stride
Toward the Truth they’ve tried to hide.
Shake off this shameful, clinging crust —
Your mind’s a haze, your thoughts unjust.
Only then you’ll break the chain
That drags your Spirit down in pain
Into the hell where Thought is torn,
Where Soul is mocked, and Fear is born.
Sharpen instinct, strengthen sight,
Let your Spirit lead the fight!
Wage your war on global lies —
It’s not just you that Truth revives.
The root of spell is charm and trance —
A curse that keeps us in a dance
Of dumbing-down and blind retreat
In madhouse worlds made for the meat.
Smash the fascism — or it kills.
Live off-grid, outside their drills.
Man’s no longer free — he’s bought.
A slave no more — just labeled stock.
Need an example? — Muzzled face:
Their fake “plague” laid it all in place.
Where is Honor, Reason, Pride?
Truth is drowned in fascist tide.
So fight and rise — your Soul’s at stake!
Find the wise ones. Bonds to make.
Kill this fascist global beast!
Stand for truth — or be deceased.
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Disillusion — break the chain.
See the spell, reject the brain.
Soul won’t live in fear and lies —
So rise, or rot as Spirit dies.
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The Dagger
The thirst for Truth, the drive to be,
And longing for true Liberty —
These two foundations, firm and raw,
Define your nature's deepest law.
But one alone will never guide
The flame of talent deep inside.
Without both sight and inner spark,
You’ll stumble, groping in the dark.
For every "giant" of the mind
Needs keen critique, and senses fine —
Let intuition lead your way,
And forge your Self without delay.
Unite the Soul, the Mind, the Will —
A molten blade of sharpened skill.
For only through creative fire
You touch the light that won’t expire.
The Spirit knows no full retreat
When chasing truth through cold defeat.
So seek! Defy! Be bold! Be true —
Only the master breaks right through.
That mastery begins as quest —
A search for paths that free the best.
But intellect, without the Soul,
Will rot, and never reach the goal.
So forge yourself — a dagger bright,
With Spirit core and Reason’s bite.
And strike the Beast, the soulless Thing —
It’s simple. Cut. And end its sting.
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A soul-forged blade, a sharpened mind —
That’s how the Beast gets left behind.
No lies, no leash, no gilded chain —
Just one clean cut — through mask and brain.
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Tensions
"The 'I' is built from moments of inner strain.
When those dissolve — the 'I' is gone,
and only true emptiness remains."
— Katsuki Sekida
Release the strain — and you’ll see clear.
Till then, you're just a fool, my dear.
You've crawled through lies with choking breath,
A walking ghost — half-dead to death.
Strain is born where lies reside,
Where fear and murk infest the mind.
That’s how the BEASTS destroy the bright —
Pure thought gets slaughtered in that fight.
But once the clutch of lies is gone,
The grasping ends, illusion’s drawn —
You’re not a lamb led off to die,
But One Who Walks. You ask: “Where? Why?”
Out of Hell — that’s where you go.
EMPTINESS — the path to flow.
Rare it is, like sacred breath —
When you break from herds of death.
Masses dumb, diseased and blind —
If you escaped, don’t look behind.
At first, no god you’ll find in space —
He’s risen far beyond this place.
Strain is ego, clenched and tight —
It births the rot, distorts the Light.
This world of filth and sold-out things
Will fall — it breaks on ego’s wings.
But what of those who break and go?
We’ll see, in time — don’t fear the flow.
Leave this garbage world behind —
Ahead, a Spark begins to shine.
Go within — let that be known:
Your intuition carves the stone.
Let your insight shred and tear
The LIES the creatures plant in there.
Lies in you — yes, more than few.
So clean your soul — let truth break through.
Let EMPTINESS be born inside —
From that, your Self will rise with pride.
Rebirth in Hell — the only way
To tear the iron gates away.
Delay, and you become the swine —
So charge, with fire, through their line!
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Strain is ego. Drop the weight.
Emptiness will liberate.
In the dark, let soul ignite —
And blast straight through into the Light.
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An Insured Case
An insured case —
A pension in Ugliness,
Called a country.
Simple as a guess:
A genocide prolonged,
Stretching through the ages.
Yet the “blessed folk” —
Are fools on empty stages.
Easy to rule fools —
Promise what you will.
Happiness far off —
A path forged by a devil.
The devil’s president,
King or other dunce.
A cop controls the media —
Like a hammer’s punch.
That hammer strikes
The mind with brutal force —
Lies nonstop —
The dull believe the source.
To live for truth —
Is sin in Ugliness.
The law — oppress
The mind, the nobleness.
An insured case —
A world decaying fast:
Head sick,
Soon led to slaughter’s past.
CowID revealed
The beast’s dark, snarling face.
If not yet crushed,
End with a swan’s grace.
Close the door with thunder —
That’s the answer to the horror
Of a world beneath the Beast’s sway,
Where darkness holds its law.
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A world sick, ruled by lies and pain —
The Beast’s grip tightens like a chain.
But slam the door, make silence loud —
Resist the dark, refuse the crowd.
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Dualistic Thinking
Dualistic thought can’t grasp this world:
It casts a shadow, flags unfurled,
Where sorting lines become a god —
And truth gets chained, suppressed, and flawed.
Cause and effect stand firm as stone,
Yet beasts and scum rule thrones unknown.
Their vision’s black and white, so crude —
What’s unseen simply eludes.
No tool can bring the near or far,
Introspection’s where the answers are:
What’s Soul? What’s Mind? The subtle quest
Beyond the mind’s verbose unrest.
A world of verbal diarrhea,
Its peak — the dullest, darkest idea:
Good and Evil, dual poles,
Where crocodiles outclass the foals.
No cynicism? You won’t survive —
Not sane, if you’re not sharp and live.
Most fools abound; dualism fails,
Though poets reshape words in tales.
Between the words lie gaps of fire,
And passion flows in rhythmic wire.
No words suffice, no joke, no play,
To frame the complex in full display.
But direct Vision knows no words —
Its depths outpace a thousand birds.
Intuition stands your guard,
Reducing lies and falsehoods hard.
Return to roots: the Spirit leads,
The Mind’s but servant to its deeds.
Then mind’s no fractured mosaic —
It fears no storm, no logic break.
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Dual thought blinds — it cuts in black and white.
But Spirit’s flame reveals the light.
Mind serves Soul — in unity,
Fearless in infinity.
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The Enemy’s Image
"Don’t retreat, don’t ever yield," —
A battle cry the dull have sealed.
The mindless herd, whose cruel game
Mocks common sense without a shame.
They lead us to the fight, the grind —
But build their prisons in our mind.
The "enemy" is set by them:
A mirror warped, a twisted gem.
They’ll find a dozen traits to blame,
To stain the “us” and fan the flame.
No quirks allowed, no strange dissent —
Division grows, their lies cement.
That propaganda fuels the war,
Painting foes as poor and poor.
Thus beasts rule fools with slight disguise,
Just changing methods, but the lies.
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The enemy’s a twisted mask —
Designed to serve the tyrant’s task.
Divide and rule — the beasts proclaim,
And fools obey their endless game.
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Rot from a Fool
Pinocchio crafts his Pinocchietta,
Wood once firm — now dust and fret-a.
They turn a man to lowly beast,
A clinical fool, the dullest least.
Entropy grows with every round,
Decay is nearing, creeping sound.
This world is sick with fatal curse —
Idiot’s plague, but none disperse.
Fools feel better in madhouse halls,
That madhouse — global — where all falls.
And Spirituality lies comatose,
The Spirit’s doomed if mind’s morose.
But all this rot will fuel the fire,
When rot itself becomes much higher.
Papa Carlo, dumb as cork,
Once dared to carve a fool’s fork.
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From fools comes rot, decay, and dust —
Yet rot can blaze if sparked by trust.
The fool’s own doom, a twisted jest —
Made by the fool who built the rest.
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Cotton Wool
In Germany’s dark war-time years,
No one was called a filthy fascist here.
But Cotton Wool’s long lost its mind —
Quoting “Mein Kampf,” and Goebbels’ kind,
Twisting words to spread the hate,
A fiery poison, seed of fate.
One half-leader rules the show —
And lies grow bolder as they grow.
Cotton Wool, simply put, is broke —
A fool’s fortress, fascism’s yoke.
Some of them fascists true and raw —
Could teach the F;hrer’s twisted law.
Yet German folk, more sharp and bright,
Outpaced these fools trapped in their blight.
History’s farce returns again —
The cotton crowd’s enslaved to pain.
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Cotton Wool’s lost sense and brain —
Spreading hate and fascist stain.
Once proud, now fools who blindly kneel —
To darkness, lies, and iron heel.
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Reincarnation of the Tachanka
The tachanka’s ghost revives the dread
Of orcs who flee where tanks would tread.
Where armor stalls and battle wanes,
A jeep with guns still holds the lanes.
The Rashist hordes in wild retreat —
Abandoning their broken fleet.
New tachankas bring their doom
To cursed fascism’s hateful gloom.
Makhno fought both Reds and Whites,
For freedom’s cause, his only right.
Ukrainians fight with fearless pride —
Their father’s song flows far and wide.
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When tanks slow down, the tachanka rides —
Fear sparks in fleeing fascist hides.
Freedom’s fire in every fight —
Ukraine’s sons defend the right.
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Armageddon Man
Stack your cash, think less each day,
Fortify your burrowed way.
Drink more, crunch your snacks with glee —
To hell with all that’s meant to be.
Forget the vows, the honor, shame,
Forget clear mind, forget the name.
Shed your burden — let “Councils” reign,
“Governments” will bear the pain.
Wipe out burdens, hard and grave...
But when disaster comes to save,
From those “Councils,” wrath will rise —
Sin’s atoned through End’s demise.
The End of History, global stage —
A total, fiery, final rage.
If fool today’s obedient pawn —
Your fate’s the end before the dawn.
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Drink, ignore, and build your den —
While fools await the end of men.
Armageddon’s burning call —
One fate awaits us all.
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The Yes-Man and the Patient One
The yes-man’s worn to bitter bone,
While patient ones are rock alone.
Trust in lies pressed hard like gas —
Now chaos rules, no turning back.
Here every madness finds its way,
Where once mere noodles hung to sway.
No sarcasm’s sharp enough
To sketch decline — the scum move rough:
Biobots must be turned to beasts
As fast as possible — no feasts.
Drain the global sludge away,
And pen the herds where they must stay.
No need for people — costly, slow —
Too much fuss, just let them go.
Turn humans into cattle, fiends,
And those who fight — end of scenes.
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Trust the lies, press hard the gas —
Turn minds to beasts, let reason pass.
Herd the fools, crush those who stand —
This is how they rule the land.
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Lies
Amidst the lies, it’s hard to find
The grains you need — so rare, so blind.
Without some luck, you dig and dig
Through empty rocks, a barren rig.
Divine intent must guide your way,
Or in the falsehood’s flood you’ll sway.
Half-truths, illusions, veils that bind —
At Judgment’s Day, you’re caught, confined.
Caught by lies — the nets are spread:
Propaganda’s poison thread,
“Science” sold by Judas’ hand,
“Education” built on sand.
Countless lies and wicked breeds,
All entwined in wicked deeds.
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Lies catch you in a deadly snare,
Truth’s grain is buried deep somewhere.
Without the light to guide your stride,
You’re just the bait the lies provide.
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Pinocchio as Beast
Time to turn Pinocchio
Into a bio-robot, cruel and low.
Just scare the logs till dumb they fall —
Once half-wits, now idiots all.
The dumbest logs must meet their fate,
While chips go in, to program state.
Pinocchio gave in, trapped and tight,
New Papa Carlo drugs the night.
You’ll become a perfect tool,
Spirit crushed, beneath the rule.
The new fascism’s strong and near —
They’ll march you to the “brave new sphere,”
A camp rebuilt, a hell on earth,
Where beasts command, and break all worth.
Satan’s era soon will reign —
The age of horrors and of pain.
No limit to this idiot’s breed —
“New man” will be the filth, indeed.
So trash them all, the scum and slime —
Remove this blight from Earth in time.
It’s coming — cataclysms sweep,
To purge the filth that lies too deep.
Let these fiends shriek lies in vain —
Darkness falls, no dirt remains.
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Pinocchio’s lost, a beast in chains,
The new fascism’s fiery reign.
Spirit crushed, the earth will purge —
Lies fall, the darkness will submerge.
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Kremlin Fascism
Fascism plus fools — a force so vast.
But when scum loots the dumb and last,
Putler’s no Hitler — strength’s not there
To bring the world its fatal snare.
That Kremlin clone, all rotten minds —
A stench that flows through darkened times.
Come down, you scum, off Kremlin’s throne,
Your masters fall — left to bemoan.
Genocide may run its course,
But fools are trash without the source.
Fascism needs a steady plan,
Or all their schemes will fall, and
Attacks without a clever brain
Will stall and fail, just cause more pain.
Down with the dull and senseless crew!
We’ll crown new fascists, old and new —
And horror screams like days gone past,
When Chekists ruled with iron grasp.
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Fools plus fascists, rotten core —
Putler’s weak, can’t wage full war.
Without a plan, the attack will fail —
New fascists rise, the nightmare’s tale.
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February’s Scoundrel
“February. Ink to weep and cry,
Write of February’s breaking sky,
While slush and roar in cold dismay,
Burn black as spring fades far away.”
— Boris Pasternak, 1912
Our scoundrel: turn on TV, weep —
Our F;hrer’s fierce, his grip runs deep.
A mastermind who drives the orcs
To charge with brutal, ruthless force.
“Three days — then Kiev,” slyly spun,
He stretched the months — the dog undone.
“Nazism,” that cursed, fierce beast,
The noose he tightened, never ceased.
The noose slips down, the people crushed,
Russia’s folk squeezed, hope turned to dust.
Hitler stunned — kings and false saints fall,
His double left no throne at all.
A titan in this tragic play,
Bearing “values,” striking the West’s sway.
If you don’t bow, you’re doomed, erased —
A threat to bonds he’s sworn to brace.
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Turn on the screen — the scoundrel’s there,
Leading orcs with ruthless flair.
The noose tightens, hope’s grown thin —
February’s dark lies begin.
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Meowing Cats, Talking Sheep, and Komodo Propagandists
The Dao of “Meow” from sheepish herds,
Stinks and fumes in countless words.
Varans many, loud and crude —
Komodo lizards spread the feud.
Poisoned spit sprays on the sheep,
Hybrid wars run dark and deep.
Once poisoned, sheep march to the kill,
Wounded by their masters’ will.
Be a cat — meow loud and free,
Live apart, your own decree.
For sheep, such fate is grim and stark —
No war, no poison, no false mark.
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Cats just meow, while sheep obey —
Komodo lies lead them astray.
Stay a cat, live free, apart —
Avoid the poison, guard your heart.
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Hotbed of Evil
Like “Hippocratic Oath” they claim,
And everywhere “democrats” the same.
Hard to write without a curse —
Lies, fascism, degenerates worse.
Scum and wars, the mess we’ve earned,
Though no peace, but boils that burned.
Like a python, scum lie still,
Crushing all by ruthless will.
Only the strong hold the reign,
Schemes arise, a twisted game.
Left sector, right — all sell their soul,
No one here plays a decent role.
No barriers for fascist schemes,
Idiocy rules, shattering dreams.
Less tragedy, more fools’ parade —
Masks of grief are just a charade.
What we face is no tragic play —
It’s muzzles tight, night’s foul display.
Hotbed of Evil in full bloom,
If you endure — you share the gloom.
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Lies and hate breed everywhere —
Evil’s garden, foul despair.
Muzzle up or speak your mind —
Endure the dark, or break the bind.
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Sinking Rot
A colossus stands on clay-made feet —
This world beneath the moon’s defeat.
Dark fascism thick and deep,
And creeping dumbness crushes steep.
Two-thirds are fools, the blame is theirs —
These logs approve all evil snares.
The lice devour all, farewell, Earth’s grace,
As scum corrupts this sacred place.
Lice are beasts, no humans here —
Satan wears masks, even “communism’s” sneer.
Lies have swallowed all we knew —
No world remains, just rotten stew.
No poison worse than lies so vast.
Multiply them quick and fast,
And madness grows beyond control,
Any command fulfilled in whole.
For fools abound in greatest throng,
No whining helps, no right from wrong.
Repentance fails — the truth’s undone —
The world drowns in this web of scum.
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A world of clay, on rotten feet,
Where lies and fools and scum all meet.
No hope remains, the rot runs deep —
The Earth drowns fast, too blind to keep.
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May’s October Child
I walk through May’s own days,
Though it’s October’s haze —
Shedding lies and fear
In this cursed lair.
This world’s become a den,
And rightly so, my friend,
For bowed beneath the dread
Of that pestilent spread.
But June will never come —
The doom’s not far from home:
All filth will fade away,
If Spirit’s gone astray.
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Walking May in October’s chill,
Lies and fear I fight with will.
The world’s a den, the end’s in sight —
Spirit fades, succumbs to night.
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So-Called "Mobilization"
Prepping the “meat”:
Office plankton fleet,
Straight “past the cash desk,”
To war — no retreat!
Meat turns into mince,
The “cash desk” will burn.
Marching straight to Hell —
If reason won’t turn.
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Meat for war, they herd and send,
Reason lost, the march won’t end.
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Orcs Hiding in Their Holes
Orcs were made to beat and break,
Born of lies, for pain’s own sake.
Step outside your filthy den —
Get a beating once again!
Doubt the Gnome who rules that place,
You’ll get crushed without a trace.
That foul beast holds cruel reign,
Slaves the orcs in endless pain.
Lies justify his cruel hand —
“Love,” he claims, to rule the land.
Orcs all hide inside their holes,
Feeding on deceitful goals.
Yet the beatings never cease —
Gnome and Satan share their lease.
This harsh torment has no end —
Orcs will fall by fiend’s command.
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Orcs in holes, whipped and bound,
Gnome’s lies keep them down.
Beatings endless, shadows grow —
Power corrupts, the fiends will sow.
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Monkey Logic
Monkey logic, built on "yes" or "no,"
Simply "fight" or "flee" when dangers grow.
In minds so pitiful, these chains are tight —
No need for prisons, courts, or whip’s bite.
Reality flows as a single stream —
Don’t tear it apart, don’t break the dream.
Else you’ll become just beastly prey,
Led to slaughter, thrown away.
When “fight or flight” is all they know,
You scare the herd — to pens they go!
This world is ruled by fascist grime,
By inhuman beasts who cheat through time.
Spiritual Essence in the One Flow lies,
Where time’s illusion fades and Light will rise.
True humans, semi-gods at core,
Division breeds the artificial war.
Look all around — who do you see?
Eyes dimmed, minds dulled, spirits flee.
Hate that foul fascist spawn,
Curse the fiends who do us wrong.
But that’s not enough — go deep within,
There answers lie — ignite, begin!
The mad world’s song is nearly done —
A dawn of Reason has begun.
This Hell will burn — the Spirit’s way,
The only path to a new day.
Cast off the wretched “necessity,”
Pure Spirit alone is your key.
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Monkey logic chains the mind,
Fight or flee, no truth to find.
But Spirit flows in Light’s embrace —
Break the chains, reclaim your place.
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Dumb Lies Crawl
Dumb lies crawl like lava flows
From volcanic fiery throes.
You keep feeding lies unbound —
They’ll reach the ocean’s deepest ground.
Consciousness — an ocean vast.
When its bottom’s reached at last,
Peoples of all fake-made lands
Turn to filth by wicked hands.
The “Sheep-virus” showed the power
Of lies that in the darkest hour
Will conquer minds — then you’re done:
Faster bullets, shells will run.
A war declared on all of us —
By fiends insane, delirious,
In schizophrenia’s grip,
No end to their dark leadership.
For fools, no light will shine, no more —
Trash will dump them to the floor.
But soon the tyrants’ reign will cease,
Their falsehoods shattered, no more peace.
That volcano will explode,
Its wreckage covers all the road.
Slaves from all dumb nations fall,
With masters doomed to their own pall.
For those with reason, through the death
A passage leads to worlds refreshed.
The Sun will burst — the earth will shake —
The living step into the wake of Light awake...
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Ïðîïàãàíäà è ðåêëàìà —
Ѹñòðû. Èõ îòåö äèêòàò.
Âñ¸ — òîâàðû. Òèñíóò õàìàì
×óøü, äåðüìî. Æðàòü ìåðçîñòü ðàä
Õàì óáîãèé, ïðîñòîäóøíûé,
Îãëóïë¸ííûé øêîëîé. Ìèð
Çëó ïîêîðíûé, ëæè ïîñëóøíûé —
Ïîòðå****ñòâî â í¸ì êóìèð.
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"Ïðîãðåññèâíûå èäåè"
"Èäåîëîãèÿ íà ñàìîì äåëå îäíî èç îðóäèé îáðàçîâàíèÿ ñòàäà".
Áåðòðàí Ðàññåë.
Ñòàäî íàäî Çëó "ñïëîòèòü",
×òîáû ðåçàòü è ãíîáèòü.
Áåç "èäåé" ïðîáëåìàòè÷íî,
Íó à òàê êàê Çëî öèêëè÷íî,
Áàðàáàí ãíèëûõ "èäåé"
Êðóòÿò — âñ¸ íàãëåé, áûñòðåé.
Íàçûâàåòñÿ "ïðîãðåññ",
Õîòü ñèëüíåå ÒÂÀÐÅÉ ïðåññ.
"Ïðîãðåññèâíûå èäåè" —
È êó÷êóþòñÿ áîäðåå,
Íó à ÒÂÀÐÈ áüþò ïîäëåå:
Ñòàäî æð¸ò, äîâîëüíî áëååò,
Íå çàìåòèâ Òüìû ïîäâîõà.
Íûíå ñòàëî î÷åíü ïëîõî —
Èíäèêàòîðîì ãîâíèä:
Ðàçëîæåíüå, ñòðàõ, ëîæü, ñòûä...
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Ìèíèñòåðñòâî Ñâåòà öàðÿ Ãîðîõà
Áåç Ïîäâîõà î÷åíü ïëîõî
Âî âëàäåíèÿõ Ãîðîõà:
×åðíü, òîãî ãëÿäè, çà âèëû —
Î÷åíü íóæåí Ñâåò äåáèëàì!
Ìèíèñòåðñòâî Ñâåòà öàðü
Áûñòðî ó÷ðåäèë. Êàê âñòàðü
Ñòàëî âñ¸, íî åñòü è Öåëü —
Âåñåëåå êàíèòåëü!
Íàçûâàþò ïðàâäîé, ñâåòîì
Î÷åíü ìíîãî ÷óøè, áðåäà,
Íî çàòî ãðîìîîòâîä
Îôèãåííûé: ãëóïûé ñáðîä
Íå äîéä¸ò äî Çëà Ñèñòåìû
Îñíîâàíüÿ — ïåñíè, ìåìû,
Ìèôû, ñêàçêè, ïðèáàóòêè
 ìèðå ïîäëîì, ëæèâîì, æóòêîì
Ìíîæàòñÿ ïî ýêñïîíåíòå.
Äîáàâëÿåò ýêñêðåìåíòû
Ëæåíàóêà. Ëæåðåëèãèè,
Êàê è âñòàðü, óìà âåðèãàìè
Ïðåäñòàþò. È Ñâåòà — òüìà.
Íå ñîéòè á âî Ëæè ñ óìà...
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×åìó-òî òàì íàó÷èëñÿ...
"ß íàó÷èëàñü ïðîñòî, ìóäðî æèòü..."
Àííà Àõìàòîâà, 1912 ã.
ß íàó÷èëñÿ ïðîñòî, ìóäðî æèòü,
Õîòü æèçíè íåò — êðóãîì ìàðàçì, ðàñòëåíüå.
Âî Ëæè Ãíåòóùåé â ñòðàõå Òüìå ñëóæèòü —
Ñóäüáà óáîãèõ ãëóïûõ ïîêîëåíèé.
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ÑîòâÀðåíèå àäñêîãî ìèðêà
Áîã áûë óøëûì íåäîòðîãîé —
ÑîòâÀðèë ìèðîê óáîãèé,
×òîáû Èñêð íå ðàçáàçàðèòü,
×òîá íå ð`àâíû áûëè òâàðè
È â ïîòåíöèè ðåâíèâöó —
Òüìû ðîãàòîìó ñ÷àñòëèâöó:
Åñëè ýêîíîìèøü Èñêðû —
Áóäåøü öàðü, íî â Ìèðå Ìãëèñòîì.
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Tremors and Terrors
“The way people tremble shows what kind of state they live in.”
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
A brutal quake — for fascist states:
“Obey, or vanish into Night!”
A nervous shake — in milder fates:
Submission hopes for mercy’s light.
A constant fear of what’s ahead —
That’s democraptic core belief:
Like hamsters racing till they're dead,
Then tossed aside in quiet grief.
Discarded, crushed — the wheel spins on.
Darkness breaks souls through “survival.”
Crises are planned, and wars are drawn
As years grow grim with no revival.
“Diseases” bloom — some shit-brand plague,
Like AIDS once was, now lies anew.
One sigh — the world begins to shake,
As heaven’s fraud sells bliss to you.
“Fear!” — religion shouts to fools,
Its Satan leaking through each seam.
With genocide, they craft their rules —
The meek turned cattle in this scheme.
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Tremble or Die — the System Commands.
Hell wears a halo in trembling lands.
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They taught you to tremble —
so you'd forget you're Light.
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Fear is the cage —
and you are the key.
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Worldwide Camp and Global Collapse
“To live ‘properly’ is hypocrisy; to think ‘properly’ is stupidity.”
— Bertrand Russell
From childhood, I'm enclosed
In this “proper” life.
Minds are slug-slow, minds are closed —
Nonsense crowned as right.
Wants reduced to zero —
Listen to the scum:
Every random "hero"
Speaks like judgment come.
That absurdity is law,
With the hangman’s grin.
Souls turn sour, rush toward
“Bliss” in cattle-skin.
Staged and planned — stupidity,
School, then college rot.
Snacks and fashion-rigidity,
Work that leads to Naught.
Lies and proud hypocrisy,
Idiocy, split minds,
And the patience for atrocity —
All of it declines.
Prospects dead — no fixing it
With the cries of few.
Chained upon the scaffold pit,
We collapse on cue.
BEASTS are building camps again —
Global, vast, and cold.
Red Cross waves above insane
Flags of minds controlled.
Even Earth, this rotting place,
Proved itself a fraud —
Gnats obeyed with eager face
The circulars of God…
But a collapse may rescue us
From this prisoned pain —
When the Spirit’s had enough,
It breaks the Chain.
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When “Order” is Hell —
Let Collapse ring the bell.
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Illusions at the Bottom
Illusions are life’s base and floor —
Without them, you're already dead.
Among them, “serve your land!” roars
As worst: the cops in blue and red.
They’ve shown it clear — from coast to coast:
No crooks are worse than those in law.
But bureaucrats have sunk the most —
They dodge all questions, break each flaw.
In webs of mutual protection,
A petty thief may pay the price,
But those above — the vile selection —
Climb upward, scum that’s cold as ice.
With bribes they float through every border.
The “law enforcers” play their role:
They swing at small fry, out of order —
The bigger picture? Blind as coal.
And soldiers of the SSS-R
Now fight their brothers, side by side.
Their “Motherland” — a ghost from far,
But still you’re told: believe with pride.
The Sheepovirus made it clear —
There are no countries left to trust.
Love and friendship? Nowhere near,
And barely seen through scopes of dust.
Yet sheep still chase hallucinations —
For how else could they bear this mess?
They crave their cash and stimulations
While life keeps rotting — more or less.
Decay grows vast. It reeks and chokes.
The sane are few — a fainting spark.
Bucha’s corpses, murder jokes —
The world is drowning deep in dark.
No future shines, no hopes to fix —
We’ve passed the point of no return.
Ahead — grim years, and heavy kicks:
The Second Bottom starts to burn.
Or maybe third? Who keeps the score?
It matters not. This world will fall.
While idiots still dream of more,
And feed — the Crowned Decay of All.
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They eat. They dream. The end draws near —
The final feast of rot and fear.
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Believe in borders. Praise the cops.
And rot in peace — until it stops.
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Wave your flag and kiss the boot —
The circus ends in ash and soot.
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Engineered Calamities for Mass Dehumanization
Are they mad by nature’s hand —
Or is it Darkness by design?
If each disaster’s finely planned
As part of genocide’s decline,
Then something worked with grim precision —
Some inhuman hand, some plot
Built this Earth as one big prison —
Only one small step to cattle-lot.
Just a handful still resist,
Fighting rot with mind and flame…
Will they stop the deep abyss?
You're a fool to think they came.
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Hell is staged — and most comply.
The rest just ask: “But... why not try?”
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Where Do the Years Lead Us?
"That years are passing — fine. But where to?"
— S.J. Lec
Where do they go —
And drag us so?
The filth replied with war.
When minds in herds are brought down low,
The global madhouse needs no door.
A Total Pen now takes its shape,
Where soul and spirit can't arise.
No law exists — just beasts in capes
Who label slavery as “wise.”
You'll see it stamped on every wall:
“Obey, be safe, be well-behaved.”
Their “care for health” is not just talk —
It’s procedure chains for the enslaved.
That toxic shot — the filth’s decree —
Revealed the system's core disease.
The world is fading — can't you see?
Yet skins still dream of shopping sprees...
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They call it care. They call it peace.
But every shot locks one more lease.
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The Shell of Madness
Suggestibility, impression’s might —
The Voice of Reason fades away.
A whisper now, a dying light,
Like cracks in shells of hardened clay.
And lies — like calcium — are fed
To keep that shell in firm repair.
The idiots still dream ahead,
Of puppet Trump and puppet Bear.
They listen, trust, devour each tale —
But now, a glitch: the show went dark.
The fables rotted, grim and pale —
Their shelf-life’s done. They missed the mark.
The deadline of this wretched life
Has come — and now the world ignites.
The sun burns off the crawling strife —
Its vow: to cleanse this Earth of blight.
So once it was — and so it came:
The Cycle of Dementia peaked.
And many souls, by blind disdain,
Were lost while demons ruled and shrieked.
Their tyranny broke every scale —
The shitstorm proved it, raw and wide.
This world’s infernal — past the pale —
So BURN this SHAME, and scorched with pride!
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When fables rot and reason dies —
Let fire judge the reign of lies.
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1.
They’ve spun their tales, but time is done —
The fool’s parade meets setting sun.
2.
Behind the shell, the spirit fights —
To burn the dark, reclaim the light.
3.
Trust puppets, fools, and false charades —
While reason dies in masquerades.
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Here’s your chaos, dressed as law,
They’ll keep you locked in flaw by flaw.
Smile wide — the show’s complete,
While souls are crushed beneath your feet.
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Like brittle shells on breaking seas,
The lies will crack with every breeze.
Within the shards, the light will rise —
To claim new truth beyond disguise.
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They preach their rules — a hollow crown,
While vultures circle, tearing down.
The fools applaud the grand charade,
Not seeing how their hopes degrade.
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Behind the veil, beyond the night,
The shattered soul regains its sight.
Illusions fade, the dawn will break —
And with it, chains begin to shake.
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The walls collapse, the end’s in sight,
Yet fools still dance in fading light.
No savior comes, no hope remains —
Just ashes fall like bitter rains.
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The wheel still turns, the core is rot,
No bottom found — just deeper blot.
We march as slaves, the blind lead blind,
In chains of fear and false design.
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They guard the filth, they serve the lie,
And call it law — while innocents die.
The system’s beast wears human skin,
A world where sin becomes the sin.
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March for glory, trust the swine,
They’ll sell your soul for a dollar sign.
The circus plays, the clowns all cheer,
While reason drowns in waves of fear.
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Illusion feeds the beast within,
To see the truth — you must begin.
Break through the fog, the lies, the pain,
And claim the light beyond the chain.
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The ground will crack, the masks will fall,
No lie survives the final call.
The hour comes — no more charades,
Only ash and empty shades.
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Eat. Obey. Deny the stink,
The world’s collapsing — don’t you blink.
Their crafted cage is made to bind,
But spirit’s fire won’t stay confined.
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They spun their tales, but time’s run out,
The fools still dance, but shadows shout.
Their hollow lies begin to fade,
The sun sets on the masquerade.
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Beneath the shell, the spirit burns,
In darkness’ grip, the soul still learns.
It fights to scorch the endless night,
And claims the dawn with blazing light.
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Trust puppets, fools, their hollow plays,
While reason fades in smoky haze.
The stage is set for lies and schemes —
A tragic farce of broken dreams.
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The time is cracked, the hour’s near,
When all the lies will disappear.
The blindfold’s torn, the truth will blaze —
And burn the dark of endless days.
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The lies are thick, the poison flows,
But truth is fire beneath the snows.
A spark ignites the frozen shell,
To break the cage, to break the spell.
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Their hollow laws will turn to dust,
Built on fear, decay, and lust.
The fools obey, but soon will see —
The throne is cracked, no legacy.
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Beneath the lies, the darkness grows,
But so does light that no one knows.
A fight begins, unseen, untold —
Between the weak and those who hold.
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The puppeteers pull every string,
But strings will snap, and chaos sing.
The show must end, the curtains fall —
The broken rise to heed the call.
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Their kingdom rests on shifting sand,
Built by lies, enforced by hand.
But truth’s own wave will wash it clean —
Reveal the world that lies between.
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The beast they feed on fear and pain,
But spirits break the darkest chain.
Though shadows press, the dawn will rise —
Unmask the world of masked disguise.
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The fools still dance on crumbling floors,
Blind to all their broken doors.
But silence breaks the noise of lies,
And opens wide the blinded eyes.
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Behind the mask, the rot is deep,
A secret none would care to keep.
Yet from the grime, the light will climb —
A new dawn waits beyond all time.
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They cage the mind, they bind the soul,
But flames inside refuse control.
The weaker fall, the strong ignite —
To claim the day, to claim the night.
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The world decays, yet still we stand,
A final fight, a last command.
No chains can hold the raging fire —
The phoenix rises from the pyre.
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Ãðóïïà ñìåðòè. Î ôóòáîëå?
Èëü áàíäèòàõ? Òî ïëàíêòîí
Îôèñíûé: çàáóäü î Âîëå —
Ïîä÷èíåíèå çàêîí.
Òðóä íàïðàñíûé óáèâàåò
Óì è Äóøó, ïîòîìó
Ãðóïïîé ñìåðòè íàçûâàåò
Èõ ïîýò, ñëóæà Óìó.
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Ïàìÿòü ïðîøëîãî? Óâîëüòå!
Íàñòîÿùåãî âåäü íåò:
×óøü òëåòâîðíóþ òðåçâîíüòå —
Ïîëó÷èòå â ÷åðíè áðåä.
Ýòî íûíå. Òî ÷òî â ïðîøëîì —
Íàïèøè îá ýòîì ñêàç.
 ìèðå ãëóïîì, ñòðàøíîì, ïîøëîì
Íåëþäü îòäà¸ò ïðèêàç
Íà "èñòîðèè" òâÀðåíüå —
Õîëóéêè íàéäóòñÿ! Òüìà
Çàïóñòèëà ðàçëîæåíüå
 ïðîøëîì — ìèð äàâíî ñîø¸ë ñ óìà.
Êòî íàïèøåò ýòó ïîâåñòü —
Ðàçëîæåíèÿ? Íèêòî...
È ïîñëåäíÿÿ çäåñü íîâîñòü:
Êàòàêëèçì ñîòð¸ò â ÍÈ×ÒÎ
Ìèð áåçóìíûé, Çëó ïîêîðíûé.
Âåê ïîñëåäíèé íà äâîðå.
Îòðàçÿò òî ÑÌÐÀÄû? Âçäîðíîñòü
Ãîíÿò: æðè å¸, ñèäè â íîðå.
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"Âîñïèòàíüåì" íà çàêëàíüå —
Ñàì ïîéä¸øü, óì¸í, â Çàãîí?!
"Ñòðàíû", ñîöñîðåâíîâàíüå:
Êòî áûñòðåé èçãîíèò âîí
Óì ïðèðîäíûé, çàìåíèâøè
Íà îòðûæêè Çëà åãî.
Ìèð áåçóìíûé è ïðîãíèâøèé —
Íå èùè â í¸ì íè÷åãî.
Âíóòðü èäè. Òàì Èñêðû Äóõà —
Âîññòàíîâÿò óì îíè,
Åñëè áåðåæ¸øü òû óõî,
Ãëàç îò ëæè ìèðêà. Ãîíè
Âñå ñîìíåíèÿ. Øàáëîíû
Âûêèíü âîí — îäíî ãíèëüå.
Íå îäîáðÿò ìóäîçâîíû,
×òî âîêðóã? Îíè âðàíü¸
Ïî÷èòàþò, íåíàâèäÿ
Òåõ, êòî âûïàë èç òîëïû.
Åäèíèöû â òîëïàõ âèäÿò:
Ìåðòâÿêè, äóðü¸, æëîáû
Áîëüøèíñòâîì âñåãäà. Ïå÷àëüíû
Ïåðñïåêòèâû — ãåíîöèä
 ìèðå äèêîì, èíôåðíàëüíîì
Äîáèâàåò óì. Ãîâíèä
Ïîêàçàë òî î÷åíü ÿðêî.
Âîçðàñòàåò áåñïðåäåë,
Òàê ÷òî óìíûé êàê ïîìàðêà,
È âñ¸ áîëüøå íå ó äåë.
Òâîð÷åñòâî, õîòü "â ñòîë", ïóñòü ñòàíåò
Êàê îòäóøèíà òåáå:
Òîëüêî ýòî íå îáìàíåò,
Ñòàíåò ïîìîùüþ â áîðüáå.
Ñ Çëîì áîðüáå ñïàñ¸øü òû Äóøó,
À èíà÷å òû ìåðòâÿê,
Îò èñïóãà ñåâøèé â ëóæó
Ñðåäü òîòàëüíûõ ìåðçêèõ âðàê.
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×óæäûé ê ×àðàì,
ßðûé ê Çëó,
 óñëóæåíèå ê Êîçëó
Íå èäóùèé, âñåì ëîøàðàì
Ñëîâíî `îñòðà â ãîðëå êîñòü,
 "áëèæíèõ" âûçûâàåò çëîñòü —
Ýòî ÐÅÄÊÈÉ ×åëîâåê.
Åñëè òàê, ïîñëåäíèé âåê
Çäåñü ãíè¸ì — Çàêîí Ðàñïàäà.
Íó à åñëè ìíîãî ãàäîâ,
Òîò Çàêîí â ïîñëåäíåé ÷àñòè
Êàòàêëèçìîì âñå íàïàñòè
Ïîäûòîæèò, î÷èùàÿ
Çåìëþ, ìîæåò áûòü, äëÿ "ðàÿ".
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Fire
"Fire is eternal as the root of all things,
while the cosmos is not eternal."
— Heraclitus
Fire is timeless. Worlds are fleeting—
False and frail, their heart's not beating
When Spirit’s impulse gets suppressed
Like pus that festers in the chest.
The Fire’s within—now stir, ignite!
Or serve the Dark. Defend your blight.
Corrupt the ego, sly and clever,
With "minds" built just to fail forever.
They justify the beasts’ demands—
Still waiting blessings from their hands?
Then wait—your soul they'll surely shred,
But first, feed lies and fear instead.
They’ll sell you life inside a pen,
Where Satan wears a crown again,
Where forms and names may change their face—
But "kindness" masks the same disgrace.
"Goodness"? That’s the CowID scam:
A sniffle dubbed a plague—then BAM—
They pumped the weak with poison dread,
And fooled a herd into the dead.
And more will fall, for worse is near—
A mind that lacks the Fire, dear,
Is ruled by beasts, by tricks enslaved,
By every scheme that cowards paved.
So fight this world of blood and lies—
Its shallow charm, its thin disguise.
You’ll join, in time, the Fire’s Great Might—
A Flame to make the creatures fright.
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Pyramid of Rot
"He who wishes to be good at all times is bound to come to ruin among so many who are not."
— Niccol; Machiavelli
Virtue plays the traitor’s part —
Gets you stabbed through honest heart.
Speak your truth? You're marked as threat
In a world of sly regret.
Spirit here’s a cursed disease —
Exiled... if you look within.
But this world, which kneels with ease
To every plague of rotting sin—
Let it choke or let it kill you,
Softly, quietly, out of sight—
But never bow, no matter how
The mob proclaims its twisted right.
For on top there sits a vermin,
Crowned atop the filth they bring.
If your mind is sharp and burning,
There’s no seat here in the ring.
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The Song of Collapse
"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them and turn them into paper to record our emptiness."
— Khalil Gibran
A bulldozer hums the song of decline,
The sawmill chants its voided line.
We are bark beetles, bred in waves,
Too bored for truth, too dumb for graves.
A house, some snacks, a weekend thrill —
Who cares if Gaia’s wounds won’t heal?
But here’s the twist: she can destroy
The gnats that treat her like a toy.
The cycles come — they always came —
Catastrophes that cleanse by flame.
When fascist peaks, as now, arise,
The Earth will burn her own disguise.
No god will sow the next new seed.
The Devil might. Or none, indeed.
This realm’s a jail for crawling swine—
The fools who won’t read any sign.
So once again they’ll smash the hive
Of madness where the worms survive.
No tears. No legacy to save—
Just chains in every heart and grave.
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Out of Tenderness Too Deep…
"When asked why he had no children, Anacharsis replied: 'Out of love for children.'"
— Anacharsis, 6th century BCE
When warmth of soul runs deep and true,
No child will face the hell we do.
The fool breeds life to gain some gold—
Then throws kids into cages cold.
That fool will mold, with clumsy hands,
A clone of self — who barely stands.
And life becomes a twisted trial
For those raised in the mob’s denial.
For love, to them, is just routine,
A hollow chant, a borrowed scene.
They pass down fear as sacred lore—
And childhood feels like prison lore.
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Drifting Downstream on Makeshift Rafts
Down the stream — toward Decomposition,
That’s the journey’s destination.
Through the swamp of dim traditions,
Few still fight with real fixation.
To swim upstream, resist, and drown —
They take it almost as a crown.
But try to find such soul or seer
Who brings a message bright and clear.
A message bright—while fascist grime
Devours the Earth in modern time?
The Spirit’s saved through Wrath and Shock
When Earth becomes a public... dock.
A dock of filth: CowID and war—
One rolls in, the next one's sure.
All deserve the purge that nears,
We endure the rot for years,
Pretending we're the great exception
While floating in the same infection.
The raging swimmer, stripped and worn,
Waits for Fire to be reborn.
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"Normality"
"The world always returns to normal. The question is—whose normal?"
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
"Norms" of fools now flood the land,
Strip your soul with friendly hand.
Dead inside — but grinning wide,
They wear "kindness" as a guide.
"Normal" means to cram your head
With old decay and ancient dread.
That’s how thought gets burned away—
And all repeat the same clich;.
The "new normal" is pure hell,
The old one? Just a slower spell
Where the same grotesque disease
Advanced politely by degrees.
Few can fight — they lack the will.
But rot moves in for every kill.
And soon the mask of sense will fade—
Just ash where "normal" once was laid.
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A Failure of Creation?
To call this world Creation’s flaw —
Where rot runs rampant, without law,
Where Satan’s cult, in sleek disguise,
Is worshipped under moral lies —
Is it just failure? Weak selection?
Some freak of blind misdirection?
No. It's more — a cursed decree,
A verdict on both soul and mind we see.
No hope ahead, no path to climb.
Half-lives slap us, lost in grime.
Most go mad or play along —
The few who don’t are crushed as wrong.
The mad now build what demons chart,
With soulless hands and hollow heart.
Honor? Daring? Rare, forlorn —
Among the flames that won’t be born.
The flame is gone. The shell remains —
This thing we still call "man" by name.
And now the End begins to gleam —
This world decays its final dream.
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Dung Flies and Spirit Sparks
To stay untouched by moral rot
Is all the Spirit ever sought.
But fools in every age agree:
Decay is fine — if there’s a fee.
As long as beasts can chew and breed,
They call corruption "daily need."
The foulest rise, the rest conform —
Truth condemned by their swarm’s norm.
For Spirit, though, estrangement saves —
A holy shield from crawling graves.
But dung flies buzz with blind delight—
Their sacred meal is filth by right.
Though scattered, sparks of Spirit blaze
Beyond the reach of Dark’s malaise.
The world may sink in lawless night—
But single souls will hold the light.
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Not a Glimpse Among the Fiends
I refuse to grasp a thing
In this fiends’ chaotic ring.
There are poems—here I’m loose—
Crafting chaos, no excuse.
“Order” fools try herding in,
I recoil at all their din.
Poetry’s no steady job,
But my mind will twist and lob.
Readers? Nah—I write for me.
Worst of all—publishers see
And they mark the text as scum,
Sharp verse not for crowds to hum.
Muse embraces those who dare,
While the greedy hardly care.
Though it’s harder year by year
To shove freshness in the sphere,
If you run dry, become a freak—
Only boldness saves the weak.
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"Teaching"
"A truly humane method of teaching is to present only the premises and let the reader’s or listener’s own mind draw the conclusions."
— Ludwig Feuerbach
Fill memory up — with forged facts stacked,
Push "conclusions" for the dull mind’s pact.
A shallow slave is ready, primed.
Today, it’s not enough—herd released,
The beasts are everywhere, the catch increased.
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Slave Order
"The fewer the citizens, the greater the empire seems."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
Small minds breed a "strong state" myth,
Fed by books that twist the smith.
Propaganda from the depths—
Fortifies their shallow steps.
Leader’s role is just as key:
To steer the fools toward debris.
Ruins drive the final nail—
In the coffin, all will fail.
But fools, lying on the dead,
Insist, "No doom," inside their head.
They repeat the same refrain—
The slave order thrives in pain.
It stinks, it bites, it crushes all—
Yet endlessly they heed the call.
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Self-Deception: Your True Reach
Your power’s higher than the ceiling set
For common “citizens” of petty net.
But lessons fail to make it through—
The examples few, the doubters grew.
Through spirit’s fire, one breaks the chain
Of stupid, weak, and broken reign—
Even if your mind’s impaired,
Pure will can lift you from despair.
Though ruin seems to mark the day,
Your soul’s saved through the darkest sway.
Yet fools revolt when hunger calls,
Like sleepwalkers behind blind walls.
Days pass by, their only gain—
The trash and dumbed-down children’s pain.
They claim a god in pale facades—
These hollow mocks, these living frauds.
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Death as the Best Physician
"Death is the best physician on earth, who has never had a failed case."
— Ludwig Feuerbach
It cures dullness and betrayal,
Rejects deceit, forgetfulness’ veil,
Radical against all greed and lies,
It saves the Earth—though rot still lies.
But Death will spare Creation’s fire:
Only that remains alive, entire,
While fascism chokes and madness drowns,
And Satan’s realm pulls all things down.
The harshest cure? A furious storm—
A global cataclysmic form.
No one can flee this final test;
All answer for the fool’s unrest.
Both wise and fools must soon unite,
Since reason failed to hold the fight.
Yet in this mad, distorted scene,
The plague of hate reigns cruel and mean.
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Creating the Dead by Fear and Nonsense
Fear of death
Breeds walking dead.
Trust propaganda—
God of fools instead.
Then scary tales
You’ll wrap around your mind,
Become a fool,
And coward combined.
Once trapped within
This dead, endless loop,
Only fear remains—
Reason starts to droop.
Soon the soul
Will meet its doom,
The world is full
Of canned meat’s gloom.
This is the "citizen"
Of a fake land,
Where idiots die
By trickery’s hand.
CowID showed us—
The Super-Goat reigns,
He rules through lice,
And spreads disdain.
A world ruled by Satan,
No future in sight,
If fools infect
The masses outright.
Fear plus fools—
No man remains,
Just a mass of nonsense—
Dead souls’ remains.
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Totalitarian Regime
"The ideal person under a totalitarian regime is not the convinced Nazi or Communist, but one for whom the distinction between fact and fiction, truth and falsehood, no longer exists."
— Hannah Arendt
This grim regime — the whole dumb world today,
Few sense the lies beneath the shallow play.
Their idol now? Mammon or Stalin’s ghost?
The source of falsehoods doesn’t change the most—
For cracks are few, the ice is tightly laid,
The world is frozen in a web of shade.
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The Rise of Lies — A Symptom of Hell’s Dying World
To rise above a life so poor,
So weak and laughable, no more—
Where CowID-fascist nonsense reigns,
And damaged minds bear endless chains.
A ghastly specter not long past,
Of filth and lies that bind so fast.
Yes, you are captive, trapped in slime,
A world of shit, a waste of time.
But Pure Spirit, the living core
Of those who are not lost, but more,
Can never let this sick realm stand,
If you keep guard with steady hand.
The true foe is not mere men—
But ages, centuries of sin,
Weaving plots to turn us all
To cattle trapped behind the wall.
Chains forged from lies — your task is clear:
Break every link, reject the fear,
Inside yourself, the stone of lies—
Shatter it, and grow wise.
No pain nor trial can harm the soul
When you abandon slaughter’s goal,
Reject the world’s thick fog and hate,
And walk the Path to open gate.
The sheep walk false lands of decay,
This fascist muck devours the day—
The beasts have claimed the realm to keep,
But payment’s due for debts so deep.
The fire comes to cleanse the scum,
Cataclysms will not be numb.
The sun’s bright light grows ever strong,
That Flame will burn the weak and wrong.
Spirit’s few—the blessed few—
Await the grace that’s pure and true.
The beasts will perish, slaves remain,
Who sold their souls for daily gain.
The invader rages in his fear,
Unleashing lies to keep them near.
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Outward Goals — The Root of Fools and Lies
The Light is within, the fog outside,
Darkness thickens where truths hide.
Nonsense thrives, my friend, you’ll find—
While Light is veiled by lies designed.
Goals set outward—the world’s disease:
A factory for fools with ease!
They swap their chains, new bonds they make—
Replacing old with fresh mistakes.
True goals lie deep inside the soul:
Creation’s spark, the knowledge whole.
Fools seek in ruins false delight—
In lies and sludge they lose the fight.
Future goals control the crowd,
If minds can’t reach, they’re pushed, allowed
To follow schemes set by the blind,
Who trap the weak and dull the mind.
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Chains That Bind Us All
A link is shit,
But strong the chain!
Not world—just pit
For fools’ domain.
If you’re a link,
It seems alright;
But under shit—
You scream in spite.
To all the pure,
The stench blinds sight;
The slyest brute
Is glad to bite.
Fool and fiend—
They form the chain.
Their god? The End—
The source of pain.
But hidden lies
Within their books.
Decay and spite
Bind all with hooks.
They’ve chained us all—
No hope remains.
Success in filth—
Complete insane.
Only few
Escape the fall.
The rabble bowed—
And lost it all.
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Economic Cattle and the Rare Wise
"We shall leave this world as foolish and as cruel as we found it."
— Voltaire
Who seeks to raise the Reason now
Within this world, so low and foul?
All aimless under greed’s sharp sight,
Embracing evil’s dark design.
Few break away from common herd—
The world drifts down to utter void,
Not mere decay, but helped along
By genocide that masks the wrong.
The wise navigate through beasts,
But harder grows the fight to free—
As CowID revealed the truth:
The world’s become a vast untruth—
A global nothingness in place—
Of lies and shame, a dark disgrace.
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Steel Cut by Torch, Minds Cut by Lies
Steel is cut with blazing flame,
But lies cut people just the same.
Promising fools a distant light,
The mob believes again despite.
The tale repeats — the white bull’s myth,
Yet lies grow sharp, they sting and sift,
Killing fools with finer art,
A brand-new war tears minds apart.
False plagues sent in wild campaign,
Propaganda’s ruthless reign—
The herd endures, trapped in the net,
While truth is fading, drowned in debt.
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Battle Mosquitoes
Battle mosquitoes?!
It’s tough to lose your mind
In this foul, rotten world,
If your soul’s aligned.
But order comes,
When reason’s in control—
Trash is smashed
And crushed whole.
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Throw a Stone — Rude Meets Rude
Throw a stone — rude meets rude!
If something flies back, conclude:
Blame the fools and their mad spree.
Sure, you’re flawed—so what, agree?
These faces sickened to the core,
No need for petty score.
Raise your stones and stand your ground!
If revenge comes, don’t be bound—
You let your soul pour out, no lie,
Breaking rules where bastards lie.
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What Once Was Vice
What once was vice
Turns custom’s face—
As long as profit
Fills the place.
To hell with all
Decent ways!
Yet even manners
Twist and craze.
The world’s incurable,
Beyond repair—
We crush it down
With foul despair.
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At Journey’s End
At journey’s end, you’ll pay the cost—
If you endure the Evil lost,
If mercy waits—will fate align?—
You’ll still amass the filth and grime.
A cheap tale claims the soul’s immune,
But fools’ dull minds are out of tune.
Like acid eats through metal’s frame,
Wake up, lost fool—you’re near to shame!
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Chains of Universal Nonsense
"Some think they descend from apes who sat upon the tree of knowledge of good and evil."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
Darwin, false faith—
The choice is slim:
Chains of nonsense
Make reason dim.
Look within—
Find answers clear.
But send away
All fools near.
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In the Beginning Was the Word
In the beginning was the Word—
And that word was “Disgrace,”
When genocide becomes the core
Of all, the final case.
Creation turned to verdict here,
As horned god casts his sneer
At those less vile, less lost, less weak—
A curse for all the meek.
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Degradation of Spirit in the Mob
“Subtle matters” lost,
In rabble through sex tossed:
The essence of mystery
Replaced by mere reflex.
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The “Virtue” of the Scholar
Once honesty was called the scholar’s grace.
Now in the age of dimmed-out face,
The crumbs of truth have all dissolved,
While honesty’s cause is dissolved.
Revealed by slime and cold neglect,
Paid fools spread vile disrespect.
For bribes, the dumb and rotten send
Their cheers to rot that has no end.
They flood with “proof” that backs the lies,
Echoing foul propaganda’s cries.
On filth, the flies have gathered thick,
Spinning tales of lavender’s trick.
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Empty Hands in Pockets
They flipped the bird and slipped away
Without a price to pay.
Those who shouted — bullets flew,
Prisons swallowed, or withdrew
Into asylums, lost, forgot.
Such is the fate the slaves have got.
Be kind to beasts, and you will see—
Only brave in kitchen’s spree.
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Oblivion After a Brief Burst of Mindless Noise
"If you want to hear something good about yourself — die."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Die — then comes the speech, the grave,
The tombstone’s words, brief and grave.
Nonsense penned by fools in line,
Templates shallow, fleeting time.
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Involution
Clap! Serf,
Dance on quick!
Lies in face—
They strike us sick:
“Rejoice, good citizen!”
You’re now a beast within...
From slave to animal's world—
Involution’s flag unfurled!
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The Strengthening of the “Art of Slavery”
“The art of slavery” grows, they say—
So Marx once spoke of Russia’s way.
Each generation worse than past,
And now the Spirit fades so fast.
This showed itself in Ukraine’s fight,
Where paid vile “soldiers” bring the blight.
Approval chills the blood to ice—
Messengers of doom, a dark device.
Not in Bible, but on screen,
Propaganda for the mean.
This mad world soon will descend—
To a New Hell, foul to the end.
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Crocodile and Cheburashka,
Cat stuck in sour milk’s snare:
Fairy tales struck without fail,
“Kindness” wiped from blotting care.
Harsh regime, so cruel, inhumane—
“Kindness” there feels oddly strange:
Lambs prepared for sacrifice,
“Training” starts before the age.
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Cowardice, the Mother of Cruelty
Cowardice breeds cruelty’s face;
The father is dull wild disgrace—
Fear. Submission hardens hearts,
And thus all striving soon departs.
Passion’s flame that dares to fight
Clashes with this world’s dull blight,
Which, consumed by foul decay,
Falls face-down to evil’s sway.
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The Small Fry: Their Torment
The small fry’s torment now
Angers, not annoys somehow.
Darkness bets on stupid throng—
A drop wears stone all along.
Amidst the vile and base,
The toughest means so little place:
No scythe strikes the solid ground—
Just slime and filth all around.
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The Greed for Power
More power — they demand it still!
Hence the plague, the bitter ill:
Rot and filth rule over all,
Swallow lies, obey the thrall.
Sensitive feel endless pain
In the shadow, truth’s domain:
Honest, sharp, and wise — alone,
In a world where Satan’s throne.
Only beasts can unite here—
Genocide persists in fear,
Judgment passed on mind and soul,
In this hell that takes its toll.
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Soul’s Mechanism Unlubricated by Kindness
The work moves on,
Yet soul will creak—
Without warmth, without care,
The Path it seeks to reach.
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Zero to the Power
Zero raised, the petty lord,
Bureaucrat and politician stored;
But biting stings the blind horsefly—
The root from zero’s heresy:
A whiner or a toughened brute,
From stench and filth, they pollute,
Spreading nonsense, breeding pests—
The Earth trembles, sorely stressed.
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Doomed to Defeat
“Better to lose with your own than win with the strange,”
Machiavelli’s words in the game’s dark range.
Lose with “your own”? —
Loners, “your own” alone!
Filth from hell rules the dull and weak—
Drive, milk, exploit the meek!
They’ll turn against “ours” with ease,
Crushing them as they please.
The herd forgets the fallen dead,
While sipping beer instead.
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“Vegetables”
The soul decays before the flesh,
For many fools their minds will mesh.
Is it mere chance, or vile design—
A breed of scum, to evil fine?
They breed like plants, this senseless horde,
The world now seems a “vegetable” board:
Corruption spans generations’ tide,
Before the Darkness bowed and cried—
Stages set in endless chain,
The slave’s regime, eternal pain.
Here Hell and Spirit clash in fight,
A fierce and ever-burning night.
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Mind’s Distraction
Propaganda, “art” deceive,
The herd destroys the mind they weave,
Last reason crushed, emotions pleased—
Their senses fooled, the thought’s deceased.
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Mobile Propaganda
“Dismantling monuments? Leave the plinths —
They might still serve as hints.”
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
It’s time to spread movable stands,
In this world of shallow lands:
They’ll turn the “light” to filth and waste,
And worship new gods in haste.
Fools now quicker on the scene,
Flashing more, but less serene.
For propaganda, bold and rude—
The brazen way sets the crude mood.
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Overtraining
The left atrium grew too wide
From all the effort poured inside.
Will running save? Just halfway—
Training for a fool gone astray.
Overtraining’s what it seems—
Skill’s required for all extremes!
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Constant Insult to God’s Spark by Foolish Life
In false life’s shame, from youth confined,
Each soul subdued, their will aligned.
The slime in heaps their rule enshrines—
Obedience made law defines.
But few preserve God’s sacred spark,
Through ages dark, this endless mark.
Hell lingers long, a tortured dome—
Where soul and mind find no true home.
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The Right Questions
To ask the right questions —
Oh, not so easy, friend.
Nonsense stirs the mind astray —
Your own demise might send.
Chaos weighs us down —
Some lost in the fray:
The beasts of survival
Crush life in the decay.
And ask about the muck —
What’s this sheepish world for? —
Consciousness displaced,
By lies tormented, chased,
Fear drives souls to slaughter’s door.
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The Prism of Fascism
Through fascism’s twisted glass,
The foolish world is bent and cast:
A full spectrum of Satan’s reign—
Yet freaks still dream in vain.
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Empty Noise and Fuss
"Life steals too much time from men."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
Time is lost on empty noise,
Awareness finds just little room.
For few, the soul’s small growing voice
Is choked beneath the weight of gloom.
Measured loud in decibels,
The body reigns, not Spirit’s light.
Life’s craft designed in cunning spells—
A slide to chaos, endless night;
No accident—beasts rule this fight.
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The Path to "Success"
“As the value of things in the world grows,
The human world’s worth shrinks and slows.”
— Karl Marx
Inflation clouds the mind’s clear sight,
The soul falls into endless plight.
In this grim world, to be “success,”
Rush fast — conform, obey the press.
School and college join the race,
Spreading ignorance apace.
Spirit crushed beneath the weight,
Everywhere deemed obsolete.
So march ahead, you sickened breed —
The cunning coward’s what they need.
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Unbalance
“If there’s no burden in your hands,
The cross is on your shoulders.”
— Miguel de Unamuno
Burden <—> cross: mad world’s game,
Few options lie between the same.
Balance lost — by lies, by fear,
By vodka’s fog that draws too near.
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The Mind’s Advancement
No tyrant fears more than this truth:
The rabble lives with growing youth —
A mind that wakes to stand and strike,
Defying scum alike and alike.
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Promotion’s No Joke
Promotion’s no joke —
The main game today:
A mass of vile bastards
Turned the net into decay.
The whole world’s at bottom,
Dumb fools rule the show,
Corruption is valued,
While your soul’s sunk low.
On the battlefield raging,
They drown your spirit in slime,
And reason’s dragged down—
Lost in endless grime.
The net’s like a plague,
Where nonsense reigns supreme...
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Thoughts on the Future of Those Who Have None
The future speaks the one
Who’s robbed of having it —
A mind disabled, dumb:
No madness worse than it.
No future waits for fools,
For beggars, for the herd:
Dreams through poverty
Drive work and fight, absurd.
Their wishes broken bowl,
Their limit, dashed and spent.
All cloaked in lies outside,
Inside — the same torment.
They’re lambs led to the slaughter —
At least don’t lie to self.
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Tracks and Orders — Harsh and “Soft”
I follow tracks
Right to “victory.”
My “mind” is plague,
If orders rule me,
The trail — Madness’ call.
Some “soft” ones crawl —
Rot reeks for the masses,
All “Ivans” and “Jacks” passes.
We’ll reach Hell’s door,
Submissive to gore.
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Your inner voice or heresy outside —
That shapes you, this is the key divide.
If you trust bastards, then you’re unarmed,
An open book, with vomit stained and charmed.
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Toilet
The world is alien
To your Spirit’s core:
A place where evil
Rules the mind’s poor floor.
You’re like a toilet —
Flush ego’s trash away.
Darkness oppresses —
Say to the fiends: “No way!!!”
Harsh? Perhaps —
But there’s no other start,
Reject the lies,
And save your Spirit’s heart.
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“Scientists” as Servants of Satanism
No science lives —
Just putrid lies,
When Pure Spirit stands
Beyond fools’ disguise.
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Flags wave online, sent by freaks,
Old faces turned to dust and leaks.
Insult to Nature, pure and raw —
These grim mugs signal the world’s flaw.
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Excessive seriousness —
Today’s mad race for bliss.
Cockroach sprints, a dull parade,
Just a hint of haughty shade.
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What’s expected from the citizen?
“Blue skies” held as something grand,
Hard work praised as highest brand,
But turning into just a goat—
That’s the fate this world’s afloat.
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"Ðàéñêèé ñàä"?
Òðàíñôîðìàöèÿ ñîçíàíüÿ —
Òî íå ñàä, êðîìåøíûé àä:
Ìàñêè ïðî÷ü — êàê èñòÿçàíüÿ;
Ïðî÷ü èëëþçèè — íå ðàä
Áóäåøü ýòîìó âíà÷àëå:
Ìèð óõîäèò èç-ïîä íîã.
Íåäî-ãóðó îáåùàëè
Âñåì ñîâñåì äðóãîé èòîã.
×åðåç áîëè è ñîìíåíüÿ
Òû ïðèõîäèøü ê Ïóñòîòå —
Çíà÷èò ïðî÷ü èç ÐÀÇËÎÆÅÍÜß.
 òîé "äóõîâíîé íèùåòå"
Ñâåò çàáðåçæèò? Âåðîÿòíî:
Âñå ãàðàíòèè — äåðüìî.
Ê Ëæè îòíîñèøüñÿ íåùàäíî —
×òî-òî âûçðååò ñàìî...
Ëæè âíóòðè — êàê è ñíàðóæè:
Æãè, êðîìñàé è íå æàëåé;
Äàæå åñëè äíåñü íå äþæèé,
Ñòàíü îò ýòîãî ëèøü çëåé.
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"Ñòðîéíûå ðÿäû"
Âñå ðÿäû
Îò áåäû
Íå ñïàñàþò — îíè
Ìàðøèðóþò òóäà!
Íå ïîéìóò òîãî ïíè —
Ýòî êàê ñâåðõ-áåäà.
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Çåðêàëî ðàçáèòî —
 í¸ì óæå íå òû
Áûë. Íå øèòî-êðûòî,
Ñ áëåôîì "êðàñîòû",
Åñëè ñìîòðèøü âíóòðü òû,
Òàê æå ñìîòðèøü çà
Âèäèìîñòü — ðàçáèòû
Âûìûñëû. Ãðîçà
Äóõà âñ¸ èíà÷èò —
È êîðîëü ñòàë ãîë:
Âîò óæ íåçàäà÷à —
Îí, êàê ïðåæäå, çîë.
Äóõà îòðàæåíüå
Çà ïðåäåëîì ãëàç.
Ïðàâäà, ðàçëîæåíüå
Îäîëåëî íàñ.
Òàê ÷òî åäèíèöû
Âèäÿò, êòî çäåñü ãîë,
×òî íå æäè çàðíèöû —
Äèêèé ïðîèçâîë.
Åñëè Äóõà Çðåíüå —
Âîïëîù¸ííûé Àä.
Áàçîé Ðàçëîæåíüÿ —
Çëó ïîêîðíûé ãàä.
Êîðìîâàÿ áàçà —
Âåñü áåçóìíûé ìèð.
Áîìá íå íàäî, ãàçîâ,
Ëîæü êîãäà êóìèð.
Æð¸ò áåçóìöåâ íåëþäü —
×àâêàåò óæå.
Òàê êàê ëîæüþ ñòåëåò
Áëþäî, â ****åæå
Ñëîâíî â øîêîëàäå
Äóðåíü ïñåâäî-ñòðàí.
Âåðòèêàëü: íà ãàäå
Áîëüøèé ãàä. Áàðàí
Âèäèò òîëüêî ôðàêè,
Áë¸ñêè, ìèøóðó:
Îäîëåëè âðàêè
Ãèáëóþ ìóðó.
 ãèáëîì ìðà÷íîì ìèðå
Íàì íå äîëãî ãíèòü —
Êàòàêëèçì ðàñøèðèò
Ãîðèçîíò, è íèòü
Äóõà âäàëü óì÷èòñÿ,
Ïîêèäàÿ Àä.
Ýòî òîëüêî ìíèòñÿ —
"Äóìàåò" â Ëæè ãàä.
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Ñëîìàíû ïðèâû÷êè,
Ñâÿçåé áîëüøå íåò.
Äóõà Îãíü êàê ñïè÷êè
Âûæåã äèêèé áðåä,
È îñòàëàñü Ñàìîñòü —
Íåâåñîìà, Ñâåò.
Äëÿ ïðèäóðêîâ — ìàëîñòü.
Ñâåò êàê Àäó "íåò!" —
Âñ¸ èíîå áðåä...
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Îò÷óæäåíèå
Òû íå òåëî è íå ìûñëü:
Äðóã, îò Ìîðîêà î÷íèñü,
Âíóòðü èäè — íàéä¸øü îòâåòû,
Âûêèíóâ îòâàëû áðåäà.
Áðåä òîòàëåí è òëåòâîðåí,
Âíóòðü ïðîíèê — òû ñòàë ïîêîðåí,
Ìèðà ãëóïûì íàâàæäåíüÿì
Âåðÿ. Ãëàâíûì — îò÷óæäåíüå.
Áåç íåãî àòàêè áðåäà
Ïðîäîëæàþòñÿ, ïîáåäó
Ìåðçêèì òâàðÿì îáåùàÿ —
Óì è Äóõ â òåáå êîí÷àÿ.
×óøü: "áåññìåðòíàÿ äóøà".
Çíàþò òâàðè è ñïåøàò
Âûñîñàòü ïîáîëüøå äóø —
 çäåøíåì Àäå ëó÷øèé êóø.
Ëèøü áîðüáîé èëü ïðîòèâëåíüåì
Îñòàíîâèøü ðàçëîæåíüå
Ðàçóìà, ñïàñàÿ Äóøó —
Ëèøü å¸ â Áåäëàìå ñëóøàé.
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×òî åñòü ÷åëîâåê?
Ñãóñòîê Ñâåòà è Ýíåðãèè,
Âíå ïðèáîðíîé ëàáóäû
Âñåõ âîçìîæíîñòåé. Íî ââåðãíèòå
 Ìîðîê òî, òîãäà ñêîòû
×ðåç âåêà, ðàñòðàòèâ Ñâåò âåñü,
Ïîëó÷àþòñÿ â Àäó.
È ñ òðóäîì îá ýòîì âåñòü
Ïðîáèâàåòñÿ â áðåäó.
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×èòàòü? Íàñðàòü —
Äàâàé íàì êëèï!
Ñìîòðåòü è æðàòü!
 ìàðàçì ìèð âëèï...
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Òëåòâîðíûé áðåä îáû÷íîãî íåäîñîçíàíèÿ
Çëî âðîñëî êîðíÿìè â óì.
Íå ïóò¸ì óïîðíûõ äóì,
Èíòðîñïåêöèåé åãî
Îáíàðóæèøü. Íè÷åãî
Íå îñòàíåòñÿ òîãäà,
×òî áëþäóò è ÷òóò ñòàäà.
Ïóñòîòà, çàòåì â íåé Ñâåò —
È èñ÷åç íàâå÷íî áðåä.
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Óøêè íà ìàêóøêå —
Âñå ìû ïðîñòî äóøêè:
Äëÿ Ëàïøè ãîòîâû —
Ñíîâà!, ñíîâà!!, ñíîâà!!!
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